Harry Potter: Seducing Destiny

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The predatory smile on Harry Potter's face scared the crap out of her.

Cynthia stared at him, her body paralysed with fear, arousal and indecision, her fingers still digging into her pussy as she watched Harry Potter's breath on her face. He was her daughter's age, and yet, he towered over her, in ways over one. He was huge, with broad shoulders and a firm jaw. Cynthia could see his muscles bulging, smelling of sweat and sex. A thin stubble on the sides only stressed his features.

Not for the first time, Cynthia wondered how his lips would taste.

"Mrs. Abbott?" He asked, his bright green eyes dancing with amusement. She didn't buy his concern at all. The bastard was playing with her.

And she was letting him.

Damn it. What was wrong with her? She had seen her fair share of good-looking men, but never had she fallen to pieces. A smirk crossed his face, and hers burned red. He was staring directly at her breasts. Cynthia felt his gaze slowly crawl to her moist, sensitive pussy lips. Her heart quickened, and she twirled her hair nervously.

And yet those hands… her traitorous hands... they didn't move an inch from her flooded pussy.

"Um, I—" She tried.

"Let me save you the time and cut to the chase," he said. "I saw you standing outside. You undid the silencing charm just so you could listen to your daughter moan and get fucked. I reapplied the charm, but then you neutered it again."

Cynthia gulped nervously. She tried to stand taller to look intimidating, even though the look that he was giving her half-naked body was sending shivers down her spine.

Potter smiled. "Does Hannah know her mum's such a naughty voyeur?"

"No, it's just… you know — I mean—"

"What?"

"... Nothing," she stomped her feet, standing up straight, her fingers finally leaving her folds. "I — I need to go downstairs and finish making the meal."

She tried to walk past him, only for him to grab her right arm, and then drag it up, until her fingers were on his mouth-level. With an exaggerated wink, he licked her fluids off her finger. Cynthia did her best to look anywhere and not melt into a pool of unbridled lust. Just what was it that this man did to her?

"You've been naughty, Mrs. Abbott. Spying on a guy your daughter's age. Spying on this…" He dragged her hand downwards, her fingers softly touching his chest, falling through his abdomen, before finally ending on a thick piece of meat. She had already seen it in action from afar but felt it with her very hand, feeling the impressive length, the veiny growth beneath the skin and the bulbous head within her grasp…

Cynthia felt her nipples stiffen until they were hard as diamonds, and her center burned with lust, as her hand lingered over his assault weapon, like it had a mind of its own. Her daughter, her fucked-to-unconsciousness daughter's fluids were still all over it. Just the feel of it was sending pulses of heat between her legs. This… this was torture, no doubt about it. She closed her eyes, trying to return to reality. Trying to grab some focus, any focus really, something that wouldn't allow her to just lose herself to her lust.

Harry Potter pulled her back.

She didn't resist.

Harry Potter touched her cheek.

She shivered.

His hands crawled down her chin, down her neck, and then her breasts, all the way until he was in her cleavage.

Cynthia clenched her other hand. One part of her wanted to jump his bones, while the other was impotently screaming at the utter loss of control.

"Do not pretend, Mrs. Abbott. We both know the truth. Your husband was the Lord Abbott, and yet, here you are, trying to make ends meet in this hovel, while your husband's brother is enjoying the Abbott fortune. Enjoying the wealth that should be yours. Enjoying your daughter's warm flesh during summers."

Indignation flooded her being, as did the realization of the truth in his words.

"Do you know why Gideon feasts on Hannah's flesh and not yours?"

Her eyes went as large as saucers.

"How — how did you—?"

Potter smiled. "I have my ways, Mrs. Abbott. But this is about you. Do you know why Gideon feasts on your daughter, but not on you?"

Her nails were digging into her skin.

Because he's a pedo—"

"Because you're weak," Potter hissed. "He owns Hannah, but she still fights. Every. Single. Day. She fights by being defiant. By living her life. By shagging herself to exhaustion on my cock. Even if she's her uncle's toy, she's defiant. And that fire makes Gideon fuck her again and again. And again. But you? You're nothing. You're weak. A filthy mudblood in his eyes. You allowed him to take your fortune. He robbed you of your daughter, and you let him. He fucks your daughter every summer, and makes her his bitch, filling her with his seed. And what did you do? You live here, in this stupid eatery, serving customers, and accepting that this is what you deserve. You, Cynthia, are weak."

His words felt like slaps on her face. Every single word dug into her very soul, resonating with the frustration brimming within her.

"And that is why he hasn't so much as touched you. You. Are. Weak."

His fingers rose from her cleavage and grabbed her neck. He could have just strangled her, but for all her anger, her frustration, Cynthia could do… nothing.

Weak. Just as he had called her.

"Your cunt's dripping, isn't it?"

Cynthia gritted her teeth. It was partly because of his words. Partly because of the helplessness. Partly because he was right.

"Don't bother lying," he said. "I can feel it. You know why? Because I am strong. Because you are weak. I can sense your weakness like a shark smells blood. I have just fucked your daughter, and I will take whatever I want from you, and you will let me, because you're weak. Unless…."

He brought his lips close to her ear. His breath felt like ice.

"Tell me to stop," he said. "Just like that. Just say 'stop' and I will. I'll leave. No strings attached. You'll never have to see me again."

NO! Alarm bells rang in her head. Not seeing him again would mean she had failed to get him as a regular client. She needed it. She needed the repo boost her eatery would get with Harry Potter as a regular.

"Oh, I know what you're thinking," he continued to whisper, letting her hand go. Instead, his hand moved to her back, feeling the small of her back, before slowly moving upward, until he was fingering the knot that tied her blouse. Just a slight pull, and it'd be undone. And she wasn't doing anything to stop him.

"Don't fear. I will still buy from your shop. I'll even be a…" he brought his lips closer until they were all but touching her earlobe. "Valuable customer. But…"

Cynthia waited for the bomb to drop.

"I'll never touch you."

She stilled.

"I'll meet you every single day. I'll call you Mrs. Abbott. Hannah's Mum. I'll take your cooked meals and be a loyal customer. But I won't. Ever. Touch You."

The silence that filled the room was deafening. Cynthia's mind was racing. Harry Potter was literally giving her the best option available. He would let her go, and remain a loyal customer, without her having to do anything in return. All she had to do was ask him to stop.

She opened her mouth to say it, but…

Why can't I say it?

It was easy. Too easy. Yes, that was what it was. People didn't just do good things without conditions. There had to be something else. A hidden facet of this entire deal. Something he wasn't telling her. Maybe all of this was just a lie? A facade to make her choose to tell him off, and then he'd walk away, and she'd get no business from him.

"And…" her traitorous mouth moved on its own. "What if… what if I don't tell you to… stop?"

Harry Potter smiled. Wolf-like. "If you welcome this… welcome what I am doing to you, what I will do to you… then I will ravage you. I will throw you on the counter you cook food on, and fuck you until you've begged for mercy."

Cynthia trembled.

"I will bend you over the tables, and bugger your arse, until the only thing it can feel is my cock."

She all but orgasmed at the image.

"I will own you. Make you my whore. I will maul your breasts like you've never had, and shove my cock down your throat until you choke. I will bathe you in my cum. You will be mine."

Oh, sweet Morgana! Cynthia thought to herself as she felt her breasts ache. She needed something, anything. She'd do anything to feel some relief. There was a gaping hole between her thighs that needed something thick and bulbous to fill it in the worst way possible.

"Your day will start by drinking my cum. Your nights will end with my cock up your arse. I will fuck you while you're cooking for your customers. I'll squeeze those nipples and drill your insides while your customers eat your food outside. And then…" he whispered, "I'll make you cum in the food, and serve it to your loyal customers."

Cynthia's knees all but gave away.

"Tell me. Should I leave? If you don't, then I will tear your clothes off. Right now."

Cynthia met his eyes.

And right away forgot what she was about to say.

Instead, her head moved in a minuscule amount. The smallest of shakes.

Snap!

He pulled hard and ripped her blouse open, buttons popping. Her bra was next, torn in half in his hands, with a strength that just wasn't human.

"My clothes…" she protested. He paid her no mind. His hands grabbed her breasts. He squeezed them violently and pulled on her nipples, twisting them roughly. She moaned. One hand gripped the waist of her skirt and her panties, and then they were ripped off as well.

Cynthia didn't care.

His rough treatment of her breasts was consuming her mind. He brought his hands back up to her shoulder and pushed her to her knees roughly, not caring to ask for anything. She wasn't even sure of what she was doing, but her hands worked faster than her mind. She had never been in this position before. Not even with her husband. But her instincts were taking over.

And faced an eyeful of cock.

Desire and fear bubbled within her.

This… this was going to get inside her? Could she really…

Cynthia thought of her daughter lying on her bed, spent and asleep.

"Look at me," said Potter.

Sitting there, with that monstrous cock before her lips, Cynthia looked up at Potter. Here was a man, a powerful man. He was right. The strong will always fuck the weak.

"Suck."

Cynthia did as told, her lips opening wide. The head stretched her mouth, but she opened wide enough. She tried to bob her head, but the tip bumped against her throat before the entire head was in her mouth. She pulled back. Or at least tried to, when he grabbed her head and forced the cock all the way in. She could feel her cheeks stretching, getting sore, as his hands clamped down over her head against his cock. Each brutal thrust forced more of it down her throat. She was gagging. Loudly. Her eyes were watery, and tears were dripping out, but Potter kept thrusting at a furious pace. He was breathing loudly and grunting, enjoying the feeling of her mouth on him.

It hurt.

Oh, how it hurt.

But it turned her on. She was wet, really wet. Her cunt was dripping. She was his toy, and it felt right. Her fingers reached down and masturbated. It was clumsy, but it felt so good. She couldn't breathe. It didn't matter. Needed more of him. He pushed her down. Darkness was creeping into the corner of her vision. The last of his cock rammed into her mouth. His swollen balls slapped against her chin. A wave of pleasure exploded out of her cunt. Her body quivered, the orgasm coursing through her.

And then, blackness.