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Harry's heart clenched in his chest as he watched Cedric push Hermione onto her back. Cedric pulled down his trousers, releasing his long, throbbing cock. Harry groaned as Hermione reached forward and eagerly stroked Cedric's shaft, all thoughts of Harry replaced by her desire for her boyfriend.
"I want you," Harry heard her moan, the need in her voice making his cock twitch in Fleur's hand. The woman laughed cruelly and doubled her efforts on his raw shaft. Hermione guided the tip of Cedric's cock to her wet slit, something Harry had only dreamed of seeing, let alone touching, and with a sharp groan, Cedric plunged his hard cock deep into Hermione's hot, hungry pussy.
"Yes!" Her scream pierced Harry's heart. "Please, Cedric! Please, give it to me!"
Hermione lifted her long legs, hooking her calves under Cedric's ass and pulling him deeper into her. Harry heard sounds he had never heard from Hermione before, moans of desperate lust as her hips moved, fucking Cedric just as much as he was fucking her.
As much as he wanted to, Harry couldn't look away from the scene, even as a sick feeling built inside him.
"Look at them," Fleur cooed, her hand pumping his throbbing shaft with just two teasing fingers. "You'll never have that with her. She'll always choose him over you."
Harry stifled a sob, his hands clenched into fists. Rage and humiliation bubbled within him like molten lava, threatening to consume him entirely. Yet alongside the pain was an undeniable excitement. He hated himself for it, but he couldn't deny that the sight of Hermione being fucked affected him deeply. Fleur exploited his weakness, her relentless hand stroking him hard and fast, making the pressure in his balls reach a boiling point.
Meanwhile, Hermione's moans grew louder, followed by Cedric's guttural, triumphant growls as he drove the woman Harry loved into her bed. The cheap dorm mattress creaked, and the iron frame banged against the wall, keeping pace with Harry's pounding heart.
"Let go, Harry," she murmured, brushing her lips against his ear. "Give me all your lust, your pain, your degradation. I'm not picky, darling. I want it all!"
Again, Harry felt her draining him of his pain, along with his essence. It was as if Fleur was devouring his soul.
His vision blurred, and the world swayed as he fought to stay conscious. Fleur was jerking his cock hard, urging him to come, to give her everything.
Suddenly, Harry heard Hermione's moans through the window. The wet sound of Cedric's cock plunging into her body sent an icy shiver down his spine. He watched as Cedric's ass rose and fell, rose and fell, his long cock delighting in every inch of Hermione's sweet, soft pussy.
Then he felt it. A hard, glowing coal of rage burning deep within him, untouched by Fleur's power.
"Give in," Fleur hissed urgently, digging her nails into his flesh. "Hermione is coming on a real man's cock, so why don't you join her? It's the closest you'll ever get to fucking her."
Hermione's scream pierced the fog shrouding Harry's brain, an orgasmic cry of desire and abandonment. Her body tensed beneath Cedric, every muscle contracting.
"Yes, baby!" Harry heard Hermione moan. "I'm coming! I'm coming!"
"Do you feel that, Harry? That's what it's like when your girl comes, darling!"
Then a wave of pleasure engulfed her, sending her body into uncontrollable spasms. She cried and arched under her boyfriend, giving him every ounce of her desire.
Harry's entire body stiffened as the wave of pleasure swept over Hermione. Her slender body convulsed in uncontrollable spasms as every nerve exploded within him. The intense pleasure made him shudder in Fleur's arms while Hermione bounced and cried under her boyfriend, giving Cedric every ounce of her lust and desire.
This wasn't an orgasm he'd ever experienced. Instead, incredible pleasure filled his entire body, exploding through him with more force than he could bear. He lost control of his limbs, and his body shook with convulsions. He realized that Hermione's body was mirroring his violent movements. Or maybe it was his body mirroring hers. Either way, they surrendered together to the intense pleasure of mutual release.
In a brilliant flash, Harry realized what was happening. He wasn't feeling his orgasm. In fact, his cock and balls still throbbed with unspent desire. No, what he felt was Hermione's release, driven to the edge by that bastard Cedric's cock.
In a way, Cedric had just fucked them both.
The realization was too much, and Harry fell into a daze of humiliation and pleasure. He heard Fleur's malicious chuckle in his ear, the sound settling over him like a warm blanket. He just wanted to give Fleur everything: his desire, his love, his pain, even his soul.
As deep, bone-numbing weariness descended upon his body, the hot coal of rage deep in his stomach came to life. The fire burned him from within. Everywhere the heat touched, energy flowed through him, and he could think clearly again, focusing on only one thing: how close he was to death.
"Get away from me," Harry growled, drawing from the rage within him. He painfully tore his cock from Fleur's grasp and turned, pushing her against the railing until she balanced on the edge of falling. "I won't let you take me."
"Fool," she spat. "I could have given you so much pleasure! But since you want to do it the hard way!"
Fleur's horns grew larger and twisted, and Harry saw massive black wings, which he had thought were a dream, unfold from her shoulder blades. She reached for him, the nails on her hands extending into long, red claws.
"I prefer my meat a bit more... cooked," she hissed. "But I suppose I'll have to take you raw!" Instead of piercing his heart, she drove her claws into the sides of his head. Harry screamed, though there was no blood, only intense pain as her nails sank into his brain. The penetration didn't kill him. Instead, her violation ignited his mind with all the emotions he had left. Pain, torment, desire, and rage—all were pushed to the surface by Fleur's black magic.
He screamed again, his voice cutting through the demoness's spell.
"Cedric?" Hermione called out.
"What the hell?" Harry heard the frustration in Cedric's voice and couldn't help but smile. At least he'd ruined Cedric's orgasm.
Still, Harry knew he was in trouble. He knew that the demon's claws, while not causing physical damage, were tearing through his mind, exposing his emotions for her to consume.
In desperation, Harry searched what was left of his soul and found the bright, fiery coal of anger still buried deep within his guts. He drew from its power, not entirely sure what he was doing, only knowing that it eased his pain.
Suddenly, he raised his head, looked into Fleur's eyes, and smiled. He wasn't surprised to see the reflection of purple light in her pupils. His soul had turned into eldritch energy that she was now absorbing.
"Is that all you've got?" he spat, his voice barely above a whisper.
Fleur recoiled in shock. Harry grabbed her hands and pulled them away from his head. Slowly, he felt her icy grip release his brain.
"How?" she asked, and for the first time, Harry saw fear in her eyes. "How are you doing this?"
"I don't care!" Harry roared, shoving Fleur away with all the strength he could muster. "Let me go!"
The creature stumbled, losing her balance. Her wings flapped as she fell off the fire escape.
"Shit!" Harry gasped, realizing what he'd done. Instinctively, he reached for her and grabbed her arm, but she was too heavy. His feet left the floor, and suddenly, he was falling. He closed his eyes, expecting to hit the alley floor at any moment.
Instead of crashing to the ground, Harry floated on an invisible current of rage. The glowing coal in his belly seemed to keep him aloft, defying gravity.
"Impossible," Fleur hissed, her expression a mixture of awe and terror. Their bodies collided, and Harry wrapped his arms around her, using his newfound power to push them toward the roof of a nearby apartment building. They landed with a heavy thud and rolled across the hard surface.
Fleur broke free of his grasp, but Harry quickly got to his feet, ignoring the fall. The burning rage still fueled him as he walked toward the beautiful demon struggling to her knees.
"No!" Fleur gasped again. "This is impossible!"
Harry loomed over Fleur, noticing that her gaze was fixed on something above his shoulder. He craned his neck to look and saw two massive wings sprouting from his back. They were the color of the night itself, as dark as his rage, and spread around them both as if he were some vengeful god.
"You did this?" he snarled, his voice not quite his own. He flexed the wings, feeling their power flow through his back.
"No," she whimpered, her own wings trembling, her tail curling behind her round ass. "You... are an incubus!"
"An incubus?" The word sounded familiar.
"Yes," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
"Well, change me back!" Harry's roar echoed off the rooftops, filled with otherworldly power. He advanced on Fleur, his wings casting a menacing shadow over her.
"I can't," she said, stepping away from him. Her seductive, enticing posture vanished, replaced by a pale, submissive creature.
"Tell me what's happening to me!" Harry shouted, his voice once again filled with an otherworldly power. His wings shook with anger, lifting him into the air and casting dark shadows over the trembling woman. "Tell me!"
"Alright! I'll tell you," her voice quivered with fear. "Please, just don't hurt me!"
Harry growled, a deep rumble echoing through the nearby windows. It took him a moment to force his wings to lower him to the ground. As his feet settled on the rooftop, the leathery membranes folded, clinging to his back and resting on his shoulders like a long, black cloak.
"Very well," Fleur sighed, rising to her feet. "I am a succubus. Have you heard of my kind?"
Harry nodded. Of course, he had heard of succubi! They were popular characters in the books he read. Their powers varied, but most of them had control over emotions. Many were interested in sex, and he had learned from lesser-known facts that they were simply veelas whose power had grown beyond normal conditions.
"Good," she said. "My kind feeds on the life force of humans. We feed on their energy or emotions. Emotions taste better."
"Taste?" Harry asked. Now that she mentioned it, he could taste something fruity, like strawberries, but sweeter than ever before. As the flavor spread across his tongue, it transformed into energy that pulsed through his body like a drug.
"Your pain, your anger, it was so delicious," she continued, licking her lips as if savoring the memory. "I couldn't resist the temptation to taste it."
Harry's heart thudded painfully. He felt a strange mix of nausea and fury. So that's why she tormented him—because it tasted better.
"Your life force is unlike any I've ever tasted," she said with desire in her voice. "When... when I fed on you, I unintentionally awakened a dormant power within you—a power that hasn't been seen for centuries."
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