Chapter One
The dimly lit, deserted alleyway behind the Leaky Cauldron was an unlikely setting for an encounter of this nature. And yet, there they were - Harry Potter, once the boy who lived, now a monstrous werewolf, and two witches who had foolishly decided to take a shortcut through the alley.
Harry's sharp claws clicked against the cobblestones as he stalked down the alley, his eyes glowing with a feral intensity. He sniffed the air, catching the scent of the two witches. They were strong and controlling as they were, but they had no idea what they were up against.
The witches stopped in their tracks, sensing danger. "Well, well, well, if it isn't Harry Potter," one of them sneered, her voice laced with sarcasm. "We heard you'd gone and gotten yourself turned into a big, bad wolf."
Harry growled, baring his teeth. The witches laughed, unafraid. "Oh, don't be like that, Harry," the other witch said, her voice dripping with playful insult. "We're not afraid of you."
Harry lunged, but the witches were quick. They danced around him, their bodies moving like shadows in the moonlight. "Is that the best you've got, Harry?" one of them called out.
Harry snarled, frustrated. He was used to his prey cowering in fear, not taunting him. He had never had to chase his prey before. It was always so easy.
The witches continued to lead him on a wild chase, their laughter echoing through the alley. Harry's frustration turned to anger. He was not used to being toyed with like this. He redoubled his efforts, his muscles straining as he tried to catch the witches.
But the witches were too fast. They danced around him, their bodies moving like shadows in the moonlight. Harry's anger turned to desperation. He could feel his control slipping away.
The witches sensed his weakness and closed in, their eyes glinting with mischief. Harry's vision blurred as the witches' bodies merged with his, their laughter filling his ears as they took control.
"You're not so tough, are you, Harry?" one of the witches whispered in his ear, her breath hot against his neck.
Harry growled, but the sound was cut off as one of the witches captured his mouth in a kiss. His mind went blank as the witches' bodies moved against his, their laughter filling his ears as they took control.
"You're not the beast here, Harry," the other witch said, her voice low and sultry. "We are."
Harry's mind was a haze of pleasure and desire as the witches took control. He had never felt so powerless, and yet so alive. The beast inside him was unleashed, but it was not the beast that was in control.
It was the witches.
And Harry couldn't have been happier.
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