Harry knew exactly what to do when he looked at the blonde gazing back at him, emptiness behind her eyes. Time to lay the groundwork for the perfect whore.
"From now on, you are a dirty cumslut for me. You will do anything I ask. If I tell you to lick my piss off the floor, you're going to do it with a smile on your face. If I want to step on the back of your head while I fuck you in the ass, you'll thank me for it when I let you up for breath. The only value you have is as a cum dumpster for me to use as I please. You will love your new position in life, and to everyone else, continue how you have always been, unless I say otherwise. I am your master, you are my toy, and you exist for my pleasure."
"Do you understand?" Harry finished, a confident smirk on his face. He was getting used to the newfound power he had, and discovering some parts of him that he hadn't known existed.
Fleur nodded, life coming back in her expression now that she had a firm set of orders on how she was supposed to live. A sultry grin crossed her face, and she stood a bit straighter, with her shoulders cocked back. Harry matched her grin with one of his own - it was far sexier to see her acting like a human, albeit one under his command.
"Now, you're going to get on your knees and I'm going to destroy your throat."
Fleur nodded again, this time eagerly, sinking to her knees as Harry approached her. His pants, already undone, were quickly dropped to his ankles as he exposed his member to the air. There was little opportunity to feel the cold air of the classroom, as Fleur immediately leaned forward and took him in her mouth, swirling her tongue around his cock head as she did so.
For a moment, Harry enjoyed the feeling of her ministrations, as she bobbed her head furiously. She was clearly a bit of a slut already; it took her very little effort to get his cock into the back of her throat, despite his above-average size. However, she wasn't quite taking it all the way, and that just wouldn't do.
Harry wrapped one hand around the back of her head, entwining it with her ponytail, while the other gripped her throat, stopping her from continuing. In response, she peered up at him curiously, tongue still swirling around his penis.
"Remember, Fleur - I'm in charge," Harry growled, before yanking her head forwards. She gave a startled gasp, which turned into ****, as Harry thrusted down her throat.
He would briefly let her off to **** some air into her lungs, before repeating, getting into a steady rhythm. The Delacour Heiress was reduced to a saliva-covered mess, lewd 'guck' noises emanating from her as Gryffindor's 'Golden Boy' used her mouth like his own personal toy - which, at this point, she was.
"How does it feel to be used like a filthy slut? You're a dumb little whore, only good for drinking my cum," Harry hissed, only getting a moan in response which vibrating pleasantly around his cock.
There was only one thing that could improve this situation, Harry thought, as he continued to dominate the slutty blonde. He reached down and ripped her top open, exposing her breasts, which jiggled pleasantly - and bounced even more when he reached down and slapped them. Her nipples, already erect, visibly hardened further once exposed to the cold air, and a faint red mark was left in the form of his hand.
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