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"Deeper, slave!" he urged, pushing his hips forward until Fleur's lips were crushed against the base of his shaft. Her throat convulsed around the thick head of his cock, struggling to accommodate his size as he gripped her head and fucked her eager mouth in a slow, steady rhythm. With each agonizingly slow thrust, he felt her resistance crumble, replaced by an insatiable need to please him.
"Good girl," he praised. He felt a geyser of joyful bliss rising from her essence and instinctively amplified it, sending it back to her so she could bask in the satisfaction she derived from sucking his cock like a good little whore. As that joy took hold in her soul, she sucked him with fervor, meeting each thrust with the pliant pressure of her throat, every fiber of her being shaped by the need to bring him pleasure. As his cock fucked her mouth, his power fucked her soul, molding her into the perfect slave of his desire.
Finally, he pulled free of her mouth and directed her attention lower. "Now worship my balls."
Fleur immediately complied, her tongue tracing delicate patterns over the sensitive skin of his scrotum. She lavished his balls with attention until they glistened with saliva, then sucked one cum-laden orb deep into her mouth. Harry shuddered with the sensation as her hot tongue played over the sensitive flesh, teasing and pleasing him in equal measure.
Her long fingers massaged his perineum while she focused on his other ball, rolling it between her lips and tongue. The warmth of her mouth sent waves of pleasure through his body with each lick and caress, each eliciting a low moan from his lips. With every moan, he felt a corresponding thrill of pleasure in Fleur's soul; it was clear she was driven by a desperate need to satisfy him in any way she could.
At last, he pulled his balls from her hungry mouth, forced her lips wide open, and shoved his throbbing, meaty shaft through her lips and deep into her warm, wet cavern. Fleur let out a moan that turned into a warm, wet hum of pleasure that only intensified as he pushed his hips forward in a long, slow stroke.
Harry felt the muscles of Fleur's throat tighten around him as he withdrew and thrust again, each push becoming deeper and more intense than the last. With every powerful thrust, he reached into her mind, delving into her being and tasting the swirling emotions within her until she surrendered to him completely, her body shaking with pleasure as he filled her throat with his thick, pulsing flesh.
He pulled his cock from her mouth, and Fleur collapsed against him in exhaustion, panting softly against his thigh.
"Good girl," he praised, giving her a gentle pat. "Now stay there."
Harry had a hunch about what he wanted her to do. He'd seen it in porn before and had only ever dreamed of a woman doing it for him. But as Fleur swayed drunkenly behind him, her body still pulsing with the orgasm he had just given her, he knew this was his moment. "Now lick my ass, slut."
Fleur moaned, the sound emanating deep in her throat. Harry looked back at the firm curve of his own ass and watched as she peeked between his cheeks. It must have been humiliating, such a powerful being as Fleur suddenly ordered to serve in the dirtiest way possible.
The mere thought of it filled his body with trembling desire. He gathered the swirling lust within him and shot it, pulsing and hot, deep into Fleur's core. She shuddered as his need filled her will, and when she looked up at him, there was only hunger in her eyes.
"Yes, Master," she moaned, pressing her tongue to the sensitive skin of his anus. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, sending waves of pleasure through his body as he tightened his grip on her hair.
He groaned with delight as Fleur licked and sucked, her tongue seeking out every sensitive spot on his tight, round ass. He could feel her desire building within her, and with each passing moment, he watched her lose control as the pleasure within him grew. When she finally let out a trembling sigh of pleasure, Harry knew it was time for more. Harry gently but firmly pushed her face deeper between his buttocks, eliciting a series of small sighs from Fleur as the feeling of fullness grew within him. He reached back to hold her in place, feeling her slippery tongue invade his ass, bathing that filthy hole with love and saliva. His mind played with her emotions once more, this time with a more practiced hand. He felt them swell and surge under his power, creating a symphony of raw desire within her as he rocked his hips back, smothering the demon with his body.
With every mental thrust, Harry felt Fleur's will crumble further until he finally hit that sweet spot deep within her. She stiffened beneath him, letting out a long moan of submission. The sound sent a thrill through him as he realized just how deeply she had surrendered.
"Only for you," she murmured almost reverently into his skin before planting a final kiss on the tight ring of muscles around his anus. "Nothing else matters but your pleasure."
Those words were like a drug coursing through Harry's body. He turned and looked down at his slave. Her beautiful face, once so dangerous to him, was sticky with his ass juices and her own saliva. Her submission sent warmth cascading through every inch of his body until it reached its peak, and he felt his undeniable orgasm boiling in his balls. A powerful surge of energy built up within him. His grip on Fleur's core tightened, and he focused, directing that energy straight into her soul. The connection between them was electric, palpable, as if they were bound by an invisible thread pulsing with their combined desires.
"Get ready, Fleur," Harry growled, his voice hoarse with lust. "I'm about to give you something you'll never forget."
With a final tug, he unleashed his fiery lust onto her face. A line of thick, white fluid painted her cheeks and dripped from the corners of her mouth. Another burst splattered across her eye, dripping onto her dark iris and making her squint as his cum burned her sensitive eyeball. His eyes followed the stream of his cum as it landed in the dark strands of her hair, clumping them together in thick, sticky globs.
In the same moment he painted her face, Harry sent the last surge of energy straight into her soul, causing Fleur to let out a guttural scream as she experienced a mind-shattering orgasm.
"Y-yes, Master!" she cried, cum bubbling on her lips as he continued to spew ropy strands onto her face. "Oh, gods! It feels so good!"
As Harry looked down at the succubus now entirely under his control, he couldn't help but marvel at how far he had come. Once a lonely, introverted guy with nothing but a passion for obscure anime and manga, he now possessed unimaginable power – power that allowed him to bend even supernatural beings to his will.
"Fleur," Harry said quietly, weaving the energy from their encounter into the very fabric of her being. "From now on, every time I cum on your slutty face, you will experience an intense orgasm that will make you worship me even more. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Master," she gasped, her eyes shining with a mixture of admiration and devotion. "I understand… and I am very grateful."
"Good." Harry smiled wickedly as he pulled away from her, feeling a new sense of purpose and determination fill him. "Now clean yourself up. We have a long night ahead of us."
As Fleur obediently wiped his cum from her cheeks, sucking the sticky liquid into her mouth like honey, Harry contemplated their next steps in their journey. With his newfound powers and the unwavering loyalty of the succubus, there were no limits to what he could achieve.
"Master," Fleur murmured, her eyes filled with love and adoration as she knelt at his feet. "I am yours, completely and utterly. You have shown me true pleasure, and I will do anything – anything – to serve you."
"Perfect," Harry replied, his smile widening at her submission. "Now let's go find ourselves some new toys, shall we?"
He opened the window, letting the cool night air and eerie moonlight wash over his heated skin. It was time to begin his reign.
The night sky enveloped them as they soared through the air, a pair of shadows lurking among the low-hanging clouds. Approaching Hermione's apartment building, Harry silently prayed she wasn't there. The thought of confronting her with his newfound gifts filled him with dread. Did he really want to use his powers to manipulate a friend? Worse, what if they didn't work?
To his immense relief, Hermione was nowhere to be found. But it seemed the gods Fleur believed in had their eye on him because who should be in Hermione's room, putting the finishing touches on a scandalous cheerleader costume? Daphne.
"Subtle," Harry muttered sarcastically, watching Daphne through the window as she admired herself in the mirror. The tight top clung to her sensual breasts like a second skin, highlighting every curve and leaving little to the imagination. As she tilted her hip, the very short skirt rode up her thigh, revealing a shapely calf and firm thigh. His heart pounded in his chest as a wave of desire washed over him, fueled by the dark energy flowing through his veins. She was the perfect prey, and he could already taste her submission on his tongue.
"Is this the one you desire?" Fleur whispered in his ear, her voice dripping with honeyed malice. "I thought you wanted the other one?"
"Yes," Harry replied with a confidence he didn't quite feel. "She thinks she's a fucking queen. I want her to know what it's like to be helpless."
As he stared at Daphne, he was consumed by fantasies of her writhing beneath him, her pride shattered as she begged for mercy. The thought made his arousal unbearable, and he knew he had to have her.
With his heart still pounding at the sight of her, Harry followed Daphne as she left her apartment and made her way through the dark streets towards the fraternity house. Fleur glided silently beside him, her scarlet eyes glowing with predatory anticipation.
"Ah, a party," Fleur murmured as they neared the house, the sounds of laughter and music spilling into the night. "Perfect."
"Stay close," Harry whispered to Fleur as they slipped through the shadows, using their powers to conceal themselves. He realized they weren't so much invisible as undetected, their power slipping through and clouding people's reactions to their presence. They could choose whether to be seen or move seamlessly through the crowd.
As the evening's festivities unfolded around them, Harry felt an exhilarating sense of power that only fueled his hunger. He could feel the desire and excitement seeping from the partygoers like a miasmic cloud. He pulled back into the shadows, but Fleur was by his side.
"Focus, Master," Fleur whispered, her sensual voice filling his mind. "Focus on your sweet, little cheerleader!"
Harry Potter nodded, concentrating on the hourglass figure of Daphne as she disappeared into the crowd. By some twist of fate, he caught her scent. She smelled like bubblegum, and as the thought crossed his mind, a bright pink aura flared in the crowd, his senses interpreting Daphne's essence into signals he could understand.
"Bubblegum pink. Of course," he thought wryly, unable to take his eyes off her energy as she flitted between groups of friends, her laughter mingling with the surrounding cacophony.