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The temptation clung to his mind, but there was still a shred of doubt holding him back. Draining her essence would give him unimaginable power, but it could also kill her. As he hesitated over the decision, Fleur wrapped her legs around his body and pulled him deeper into her.
"Take me, Harry!" Fleur screamed, feeding off his need to consume her. "Take me!"
Did she know what she was saying? Did she truly want to die, to be consumed in a single bright moment of desire?
As Harry reached the brink of ecstasy, he unleashed his desire, his body trembling with the intensity of what lay beyond. His fingertips tingled as he allowed himself to delve into her soul, even as his cock drove deep into her warm, wet pussy. A powerful wave of violet energy engulfed him with its warmth. He gasped for air as the energy flooded his entire being with all-encompassing lust.
And he fed. He took the energy into himself, feeling his wings spread wide, his cock growing thicker and longer as Fleur's energy filled his body.
Fleur's body jerked violently, a choked cry of ecstasy escaping her throat. Her eyes widened, and Harry saw fear in them as she realized what he was taking. She whimpered in both fear and desire, then her body surrendered to him again, her orgasm pulsing through her body and aura, adding a sweet taste of defeat to her essence.
He felt it all and reveled in it. The pleasure of her orgasm filled him just as when he had felt Hermione's orgasm with Cedric. He took it all in, adding it to his thrusts. Fleur shuddered in the last moments of her orgasm, then went limp as Harry vented his frustration on her helpless body. With one final, desperate thrust, he buried himself in her. Her body trembled, a desperate moan escaping her lips as his cock drove into her. He stayed inside her, filling her with his thick cum until she burst around his cock and dripped onto the rooftop.
Harry collapsed onto Fleur's body, his chest heaving from the release of his desire. He desperately searched within her. Had he drained her completely? Was she dead? After all, he had lost control of his body and power.
Suddenly, he sensed a spark of her core on the edge of his consciousness. Feverishly, he reached out and saw it spring to life just before Fleur shuddered beneath him, her body warm and, thankfully, alive.
"Thank you," she whispered, her eyes opening to reveal a smile on her lips.
"Thank you?" Harry said. "I almost killed you."
"I know. Wasn't it amazing?"
Harry staggered backward, unable to comprehend what had just happened. The cool night air brushed against his skin, but his skin felt ablaze.
"Are you sure you're a virgin?" Fleur laughed softly, brushing a strand of hair from his forehead. "You were incredible!"
"Beginner's luck?" Harry tried to pull away, suddenly feeling self-conscious. But Fleur held him tightly, wrapping her arms around his waist.
"Where do you think you're going?" she asked, her voice sensual and tender.
"Home. I just need to go home," Harry replied, his mind reeling from the intensity of their connection and the choices he had made. He needed time to think.
"You can't just leave me," Fleur giggled, tracing her blood-red nails down his chest, her fingertips finding a sensitive nipple.
Harry couldn't grasp the transformation he was witnessing. The wicked, powerful creature who had tried to kill him now clung to his side, a submissive woman who seemed unable to bear the thought of being out of his sight. As they huddled together on the rooftop, he felt a strange mix of fascination and unease. After all, she was still a demon. But when she pressed against him, her body warm and inviting, he couldn't turn away.
"Will you take me with you?" she asked, her voice gentle and tender. "Please?"
"Alright," he stammered. "But you have to be quiet. My mother is probably asleep."
"You still live with your mother?" Fleur giggled, and Harry caught a glimpse of the teasing, wicked demon in her eyes. "That's so sweet!"
"Shut up," he growled, and with a concentrated effort, he spread his wings, grabbed her in his arms, and pushed off from the rooftop.
She laughed but nestled close to him, and he couldn't help but smile. He reached out and touched her aura, giving her a bit of his power.
Fleur moaned and shivered, and he knew he had hit her core.
"Just show me how to fly so I don't kill us," he said, trying to catch the air currents as he had before. He found that his orgasm, along with the thrill of losing his virginity to a hungry demon, had drained his anger.
"You mean you took off without knowing what you were doing?" Fleur laughed as a gust of air caught his wing and nearly slammed them into a building.
"It seemed like a good idea," he hissed, gritting his teeth and focusing on lifting his wings upward.
"Relax," Fleur murmured. "It's as much about emotion as it is about air. How do you feel?"
For a moment, he hovered in the cold night air and really considered the question.
"I feel... amazing," he said. "Better than I ever have in my life."
"Ooh!" she laughed. "Did I really make you feel that good?"
She ran her hand over his crotch, making them dip in the air.
"Stop it!" he said. "Yes, okay? You made me feel good! Is that what you want to hear?"
She nuzzled his neck with her nose, sending a shiver of pleasure through him. As his excitement grew, they rose into the air, his wings adjusting to the cold wind currents.
"Do you feel it, darling?" she asked. "Let that emotion flow. Let it go, and the wings will just... do what wings do." He allowed the feeling to flow through him, and suddenly they were flying through the night sky. The streets below were quiet, trick-or-treaters and partygoers long gone. Ghosts, goblins, and succubi had retreated to their lairs, leaving them alone in the darkness. It was strangely peaceful; the silence was broken only by the sound of his wings slicing through the air.
"Thank you," he whispered, lost in the awe of the experience of flying.
"Of course," Fleur giggled, her eyes gleaming mischievously. "There are so many things I can show you, Harry. So many ways to use your power."
Her words stirred something inside him, a dark hunger that threatened to consume him. He tried to push it away, to focus on the beauty of the night and the connection he felt with Fleur. But as they flew on, his thoughts kept returning to the rooftop, to the taste of her essence on his tongue and the raw power that had flowed through him.
"Fleur," he began hesitantly, "what happens now?"
"Now?" she replied, her eyes locking onto his. "We enjoy this flight together. And then... who knows? The world is yours, Harry."
Fleur held him with her warm arms, and they flew through the quiet night. Her body was warm, and he felt himself growing hard again as her soft form clung to him.
He looked at her, and Fleur flashed him a toothy grin. He felt her hands on his chest, and suddenly she pushed herself away from him. He grabbed her hands in desperation.
"Time to fly solo!" she laughed, her hands slipping through his fingers.
Suddenly, he began to fall. He tried to summon his wings, but they were gone. He searched for the desire or anger he had felt earlier, but they too were gone. All he felt was fear, which only made him plummet faster towards the ground.
Fleur's sinister laughter filled his ears as the city lights and his life flashed before his eyes.
He woke up, disoriented and confused. For a moment, he couldn't place his surroundings; the details of the room were unfamiliar.
Then he recognized the Akira poster on his bedroom wall and the My Hero Academia characters beside it. He let out a shaky breath.
It was just a dream.
An incredibly vivid dream that had left him sweaty and sore under the sheets.
He groaned and ran a hand over his face. He looked around for Fleur, but she was gone, and he wondered if it had all been a dream.
There was a knock at the door. "Harry? Are you awake?"
Harry winced, grabbing a pillow and throwing it over the obvious tent in his sheets.
"Yes, Mom. I'm up."
The door creaked open, and she peeked inside. She looked at him, still lying in bed with a pillow over his lap, a look of disappointment on her face. He felt his cheeks heat up as his mother surveyed the scene, deciding whether or not to comment.
"You'll be late for your classes if you don't get up," she said finally. Her tone was calm, but he sensed the simmering anger beneath it, feeling its sharp burn in the back of his throat. Along with the anger came another emotion, like Brussels sprouts and cabbage. A feeling of despair hit him like a wave, and suddenly he realized that his mother was suffering from loneliness.
His father had died when he was young, leaving his mother to raise him alone. She had dated a few times, but as soon as he got close to one of her new boyfriends, they left, just like his father. He felt that abandonment like an open wound in his heart. A buried part of him knew that this fear was why he had trouble connecting with people. He always pushed them away because he knew that as soon as they got close, they would leave.
His mother knew it too.
Without thinking, Harry reached out with his mind, trying to soothe the loneliness radiating from her in waves. All he wanted was to make her feel better, to not regret the son she had devoted her life to raising.
Above all, Harry didn't want her to leave because then he would be truly alone.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then her frown softened into a gentle smile, and she sighed. "No need to rush, honey. Take your time." Her voice was warm honey, dripping with affection. Harry stared at her, stunned by the change.
She laughed, apparently mistaking his shock for grogginess. "I know you like to sleep in when you can. I have to get to work, but I'll make pancakes and leave them in the oven for you when you come down." Humming to herself, she left the room and closed the door behind her.
"Hey, handsome!"
Harry jumped as the door closed. Fleur was suddenly there, leaning against the wall. His heart pounded as her strawberry-and-cream scent filled the room, the air itself seeming to caress his skin. He froze, fingers clutching the edge of the blanket.
"What are you doing here?" he asked, his voice trembling despite his effort to sound strong.
She looked at him with half-lidded eyes, a sly smile on her lips. Her white hair cascaded in waves over her shoulders, and the strawberry scent attacked his senses. Harry shivered at the memory of that perfume, her touch, and the sweet poison of her kiss.
"Surprised?" she purred, moving away from the door. She sauntered towards his bed, hips swaying, and he leaned back against the headboard.
"How did you get in here?" he whispered. His mouth was dry, and he hated the quiver in his voice. He didn't want to show weakness to this creature, not when he knew what she was capable of.
"The same way I hid from your mother." She sat on the edge of the bed, crossing one leg over the other. She was once again dressed in a leather bikini and bra, her lush, pale body fully exposed. He wondered where she got her clothes. "I used just a bit of my aura to conceal myself and muffle the sounds. You remember, right?"
She crawled onto the bed, settling on his hips, and Harry stiffened as her hands slipped under his shirt to explore his chest. He tried to push her away, but it was futile. Each brush of her fingers left fiery trails on his skin, dissolving his resistance.
"Remember when we were outside your girlfriend's house, and she was fucking that young man? They couldn't see or hear us until you had to go and ruin everything."
The image of Cedric's ass thrusting between Hermione's legs sent a shiver of desire through Harry's body. He remembered the sounds of Hermione experiencing an intense orgasm as Fleur consumed his pain and stroked his cock, mocking him until his humiliation peaked while Hermione writhed in ecstasy on the bed. The echo of her orgasm reverberated within him. His cock throbbed beneath the sheets.
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