No. 4, Privet Drive-
It was the third week of August. Harry James Potter was in his room, lying awake on his uncomfortable bed, lost deep in thought. The last seven weeks have been, in one word, eventful.
Three weeks ago, just around his birthday, Dumbledore came to take him to the Burrows after a little side trip to a small village named Budleigh Babberton. The purpose of the side trip was to convince one Horace Slughorn using him as a bait. As it happens, Slughorn was a retired Potioneer, Dumbledore wanted him to take the position as their next Master Potioneer of Hogwarts. And they succeeded, Slughorn agreed to it. However, once their side-trip had ended, he insisted rather vehemently that he will be returning to his relatives' house.
Dumbledore had tried to advise and/or convince him otherwise, but he had denied any counsel the man has sought to provide him. And when the aged Headmaster had questioned him why he wanted to go back to his relatives' house, he strongly reasoned that he just want to be alone, so that he can properly mourn Sirius's death in peace. Dumbledore immediately tried to advise him that isolating himself from friends and family won't help him mourn or gain peace. And so, to counter that logic, he had questioned why he was imprisoned in this very house when Cedric had died, and why the headmaster had refused to converse with him for the entirety of last year. Unsurprisingly, the headmaster had no immediate answer for those questions, when it was put with such contempt in his tone.
Finally, just as the headmaster was coming up with an answer, he assured the headmaster that he will do everything the man orders him to do, and that he would do it without a single question, and the only thing he asked for in return was to leave his mind and soul to him. And after a long argument, finally, the Headmaster had allowed him to stay home for the rest of the summer, if only grudgingly.
What he didn't tell the headmaster was that he wasn't the same Harry James Potter anymore; he was now more than just Harry. He had slowly changed over the course of the last school year, with the constant torture session concocted by Umbitch, Snape's Legilimency lessons or what he preferred to call it the mind-rape, Dumbledore's inaction coupled with the man's estrangement, Voldemort's connection with his mind and finally, his moral anger that had verged on moral insanity had all changed him. All this slowly broke his mind bit by bit; the final straw was when Voldemort had possessed him for that brief but what-seemed-like-a-lifetime long minute.
No one knew this, but the connection he shared with Voldemort was a two-way street. While the Dark Lord had manipulated him and tortured his mind, he slowly learned a thing or two from Voldemort's mind. Riddle was a very ambitious man with high IQ and impeccable memory just like Hermione, maybe even more so than his best friend.
Over the course of the last year, slowly the connection between him and the Dark Lord grew stronger in accordance to everything he went through in school. The mental connection was at its strongest when Voldemort had possessed him on that day in the Ministry Atrium.
When the possession took place, the Horcrux that was latched on to Harry's soul got a minute's freedom when the Dark Lord had possessed him, but then something happened that even the Dark Lord didn't anticipate or realise. The Horcrux that was latched on to the very fabric of Harry's soul grew active proportional to the strength of his mental connection with Voldemort, and this enabled his mind to glean from Voldemort's mind at an alarming rate.
As a side-effect of the possession, he learnt fifty years' worth of Occulumency and Legilimency training in a matter of minutes. Normally, his mind would have collapsed into madness under the immense strain, however what he didn't know was that his mind was at the perfect stage to process that much information and knowledge without breaking down, because the level of his brain function at the time was already off the charts due to the 'soul-to-soul possession'. That Occulumency, Legilimency and mind magic skills that he gleaned off of Voldemort, it's what made it possible for him to expel Voldemort off of his body and repel his mind away. Not that he knew of that at the time, even Voldemort didn't suspect it.
He learned selective things from Voldemort's mind, he understood the logic behind Occulumency and Legilimency and that coupled with the knowledge of how much magic that must be moulded and how it must be channelled and projected from one's core allowed him to learn. He also experienced Riddle's raw control over his own magic and how he shaped it and used it, so to gain his telekinetic prowess, which in turn bestowed him his own version of telekinesis and wandless magical abilities. He also absorbed one-seventh of Riddle's personality as he also got a few snippets of Voldemort's knowledge on spells and some memories, but not all of it.
However, the most important effect was that it corrupted him; it changed him into a mixture of Riddle's thought process melded with his own hidden personality, it had brought out his dormant darkness that was always hidden in the depth of his mind.
And the distinct sense of moral corruption that was happening in his thoughts was what made him question Dumbledore and what made him adamant. When the headmaster revealed that he inherited Sirius's material wealth, he had some doubts because he knew that nothing was ever that simple in the magical world, especially a process of gaining inheritance from a dead family member. He contacted a certain advocate in the ministry and explained to him about his doubts under an oath of privacy; the man then arranged a private meeting with the Black family personal goblin accounts keeper from Gringotts and ministry's bookkeeper from the 'Ministry of Magic Public Information Services'.
He met with them in private and they explained to him that the Malfoy family's Narcissa Malfoy nee Black was requesting a legal transfer in the Lordship of the Head of House Black for her son. The ministry bookkeeper explained to him that with Sirius dead without a male heir, the position of Head of House Black would go to the most eligible next of kin. The goblin accounts keeper had also elucidated to him that Sirius had a contingency plan in place, in the event of his premature death. Sirius's plan was a blood-adoption, it's a process that would make him Sirius's son in the eyes of magic. It was yet again something the headmaster had conveniently decided not to tell him and had rejected the goblins' proposal in his place without his knowledge.
And so, mostly out of spite, he went through the blood-adoption and the subsequent magical ritual, after that, to seal the deal. With that, he inherited Sirius's title as the Head of House Black, as he proudly wore the Black family ring. Now, he was the Head of House Potter and the Head of the Noble House of Black, the invisible rings on his ring and middle fingers of his right hand signified his position of power.
Once, all the legal problems were taken care of, he decided to relax for the rest of the summer. However, he wasn't exactly keen on lazing around the house. As such, he brewed and consumed several potions which he thought would benefit him, and it did. He got the recipes for the potions from the Forbidden tomes he found hidden in Sirius's vault at Gringotts. All those tomes were re-written by hand and the notes on the back of the tomes revealed that the tomes belonged to Sirius's grandfather who turns out was an excellent Potioneer who had extensively experimented with the potions in the tomes, sheerly through trial and error. As such, those modified potions were the best in terms of efficiency than any other recipes he could find elsewhere, they were essentially forbidden potions with maximum effect with the least side-effects.
The reason for why he took to brewing and consuming those potions was an entirely different scenario. Before school had ended, he had a conversation with one, Cho Chang one last time. At that point in time, he wasn't exactly speaking to her, rather he was testing his newfound Legilimency skills on her by reading her mind as she apologised for everything and wanted him to be a friend. From reading through her subjective memories and thoughts, he came to inevitable conclusion that Cho only liked him for his popularity in school. It didn't surprise him that much, but on the other hand, it gave him the basic idea of how to generalise the mentality of girls her age.
Individually, Cho was more interested in boys like Cedric, boys who are rather tall, handsome, easy on the eyes yet brilliant on their own. But what really surprised him was that most girls' mind that he read from that point onwards, the majority of girls his age were only interested in that exact same assortment of the superficial charm in a boy that Cho herself preferred. And he couldn't understand why.
Having decided to live his life as he saw fit, he saw the benefits of that superficial charm that girls sought for in boys. It motivated him to brew and consume the re-invented potions which boosted his weight, height, gave him better eyesight, burned away all the unwanted fat, improved his muscles mass, tightened his muscles and add so many more physical attributes. So over the summer, he grew from an average five foot nine to six foot three and his weight gained from one hundred and forty-five pounds to one hundred and eighty pounds. He also changed his glasses from the circular one he used to wear to the thin half-frame rectangular one with the lesser power that he was wearing now. The weight gain was empowering, the feeling of heaviness made him feel stronger in his bones.
And then, he began experimenting with spells, charms, jinxes, hexes and curses. With his newfound powers, he wandlessly made some alterations to the blood-wards around the house so that it would mask the usage of magic inside the house so that the Ministry's sensors in the area wouldn't detect when magic is indeed being used. Since the sensor's weren't refined, it was easy to fool them. These sensors had a weakness, it couldn't tell the difference between intentional magic and accidental magic if magic is performed wandlessly, any stint of wandless magic would be registered as accidental, while the trace in the wands would trigger 'intentional underage magic' if a spell is cast via the wand. But now, any magic inside the house would go undetected unless the magical surge is very high.
On the first of this month, the Hogwarts letters and booklists arrived along with his O.W.L results, he wasn't surprised to find out that he got Outstandings in all nine subjects including 'Arithmancy' and 'Runology', but with the exceptions of 'Divination' and 'History of Magic'. Arithmancy and Runology weren't even his electives, but he didn't care. All it took was for the 'Confundus' charm to be cast several times on the new Head of 'Wizarding Examinations Authority' when in the privacy of the man's office. The man had taken care of the rest, from handling the marks allotment of his subjects to handling the deputy headmistress of Hogwarts who handled anything regarding the performance of every child in the castle. However, he was surprised, when he got the letter that explained the presence of the Prefect badge along with the Gryffindor Quidditch Captain's badge. When he thought about it, it made perfect sense, Dumbledore knew that he was angry and so to butter him up and sate his anger, the headmaster had arranged for the Prefect position and the Quidditch Captain's position. He briefly wondered about Ron's position as Prefect before it was handed to him.
A week ago, Remus came to take him to Diagon Alley to procure his school supplies. There, he purchased new robes to match his new physique and customised his firebolt with an extra handle and angled the footrest a little lower for comfort. He also bought a new trunk for himself and a few things that he had always wished for. Remus was rather happy to spend some time with him and he also claimed that he looked more like his father than ever before.
Now, he had thirteen days left before he can go back to Hogwarts, but he was in no hurry. Equipped with the knowledge of extensively researched mind magic that he had acquired from Voldemort, he was able to manipulate his relatives to do exactly what he wanted of them. And now, he was finally ready to get the taste of vengeance that he had desired for so long.
In Dudley's Room-
It was the middle of the night, the house was overly silent and his 'silencing spells' on several parts of the house did its job. Dudley was on a trip to Glasgow with the Polkiss family because Mr Polkiss had some business there and he had taken the family with him along with most of Dudley's gang. His cousin won't be returning for another four days or so. The room was twice as big as his with attached bath, and it was overly neat; with Dudley gone he assumed that his aunt must have cleaned it. The bed was bigger; it seemed likely that it must be because it had to fit his overweight cousin.
Harry was sitting on the bed and suddenly the door opened and his aunt walked in clad only in her white nightdress that reached her knees. Petunia walking into the room at this exact moment was a result of his three-week long mental manipulation finally taking effect.
A few weeks ago, he deliberately left the bathroom door unlocked and ajar as he took his bath, knowing very well that Petunia was hovering around the vicinity collecting Dudley's dirty clothes for laundry. And so, just before he went to take his bath, he had placed a faint corrupting thought in her mind. The thought grew and it pushed her to opening the door slightly and to spy on him as he was showering. That day, Petunia had stood there for about twenty minutes, watching carefully as she got a good look at his fully erect cock that was a little over ten inches long. As she was enjoying the show, her knickers unconsciously got wet without her even realising it.
After that carefully orchestrated incident, at night, he sneaked into his uncle's bedroom, stunned the walrus-like man and placed several wet dreams about him in Petunia's mind. Over consecutive nights, he placed her in a semi-stasis spell, the very same spell Hermione and Ron were placed in during the second task of the Triwizard Tournament, and within its safety, he touched her sensitive pussy prompting her to experience mind-blowing orgasms in her sleep.
Since orgasms were something she hasn't felt in years, it left her wanting more and more, while feeling tortured about the morality of her dreams. It left her feeling disgusted and ashamed yet terribly aroused, every time she even saw him in the house.
Vernon and Petunia didn't exactly have an active sex life; it's been years since their last pleasurable encounter, and even then, she had faked an orgasm so not to hurt her husband's feelings, and so he had used that to his advantage. And needless to say, Petunia was almost always feeling tortured, she had strong repressed sexual desires and fantasies that he had unleashed using his induced wet dreams as a triggering mechanism. As each night passed away, the sheer need she was feeling in her abdomen grew stronger and stronger.
And finally, all his mental manipulation got a result. Three days ago, when he was helping Petunia wash dishes in the kitchen, he noticed her nervousness as she jumped at every single noise. After about an hour of tedious washing, his close proximity to her finally lowered her inhibitions to the point that she almost unconsciously reached her hand out and ran her hand from his lap and over his crotch, until she grabbed hold of his bollocks and began breathing softly in ecstacy with her eyes closed. And when her thoughts had finally returned, she stared at him in absolute fear and stood frozen in shock. A moment later, she withdrew her hand and she immediately ran out of the kitchen in embarrassment when she understood what she had done to her nephew.
On the following afternoon, when he and Petunia were alone in the house, he took the initiative. He slowly walked behind her as if a predator was stalking a prey and he had swiftly pinned Petunia between him and the kitchen counter, which kept her from moving. She stiffened out in shock and fear, but she said nothing. He then slowly pressed his crotch on her arse and then he began grinding his erect member on the crook of her petite arse-cheeks. Surprisingly, she didn't scream or lash out at him when he had molested her, she simply grabbed on to the edge of the kitchen counter rather tightly and then she gave out a long involutary moan as her knickers got damp wet.
Hearing her moan out loud, he grew bolder as he leaned his head closer to her and he softly bit her flesh on the crook of her right neck. When he realised that she was enjoying it, he grew even bolder and he roughly caught her tits and he started fondling her breasts. She arched her head back and placed it on his shoulder, and so through her dress, he pinched her nipples and tweaked them casuing her to shriek in pleasure.
But then, they were both interrupted as the doorbell rang and he quickly detached himself from her and hurried upstairs as Petunia rushed to the door.
And now, they were here. This was his revenge against Vernon for all the belt lashes he endured as a child, he was about to fuck Vernon's wife. His revenge against Dudley for all the bullying he went through over the years, he was going to pound Dudley's mother. And his vengeance against Petunia for all the things she had put him through over the years, he was going to make her submit to his will.
"Vernon could…" Petunia whispered as if she was looking for a reason to leave.
Harry swiftly answered not wanting to waste this opportunity, "Vernon won't interrupt us, I've made sure of that."
"What did you do to him?" Petunia asked sounding a little alarmed.
"Nothing... Only what we both wanted…"
Petunia looked away as she kept shifting her weight between her legs and nervously moving on about in a single spot. She knew that this was wrong on so many different levels and that he was her nephew but she couldn't help it, that sense of forbidden taste only made it all the more thrilling. She wanted to leave the room and go back to her bedroom so badly, but she couldn't do it, her body was unwilling to listen to her anymore. Even deep down, some part of her wanted this.
Harry stood up and he spoke with a soft hiss, "Kneel..."
Petunia's breath hitched as it brought a memory of her first sexual experience. It was in college, with a professor of hers, it was her first time, she had agreed to it so to get better marks in a particularly difficult subject. She had sneaked out of her hostel at night and went to the professor's house, the man was a widower and that was when she understood how much pleasurable sex actually was. She couldn't believe her nephew had used the exact same words; her professor had used to lure her into his study for the very first time. It brought back that sense of nostalgia, fear, excitement and thrill, which she had yearned for all these years; it set fire to her loins.
Harry, on the other hand, was waiting for the right moment to strike, he was a natural dominant, having been oppressed and abused both mentally and physically for a better part of his life, deep down he always had the sense to break free from control and experience power over his own life and others'. Especially, in this case, his aunt was one of the abusers and he wanted to exert his dominance over her, he wanted her to fear him, he wanted her under his fingertips.
The room was dark but not too dark, she could see his eyes and it reminded her about her professor, those eyes with a fiery intensity in it, it made her legs go weak at the knees. She didn't know what else to do as her body unconsciously followed orders, it was her conditioned response. After her first time in college, there were several other times that same year with her beloved 'professor', which was how she addressed to him as during sex. During her college years, she saw couples in love and she wanted to be loved like that, her desire to find love left her feeling disgusted by her professor's rough treatment and she decided that she never wanted to feel like filth ever again. Even though she gained good marks on her subjects, she never faced him again and subsequently, she searched for a potential family man until she found Vernon.
No person would ever know the value of having something until it's gone, Petunia was no different. She chose a stable family man over wild sex, but in the end, over the years, she ended up craving the wild sex more than she ever craved for a perfect family. Over time, when Vernon could no longer satisfy her, she began longing for that feeling of heat that she had experienced all those years ago when she was intimate with her 'professor'. It's been over a decade that she's been unconsciously searching for something that could ravage her body so to satisfy her sick twisted sense of fantasy. She even went to meet her professor a few years back, but unfortunately for her, she found out that the man had passed away many years ago.
Petunia slowly got on her knees and knelt before him. She averted her eyes as he looked down into hers and she heard his authoritative tone, "Impress me…"
Petunia heard the instrutction and shivered, she slowly pulled his straining trousers down and she was slapped right on her face by a huge and warm pole of flesh. She gasped inaudibly as she felt the pole's heavy throbbing on her face; she couldn't believe the sheer size of his tool that had her hooked from the day she peeped on him during shower.
Reaching out, she wrapped her hand around the base of his throbbing cock, if only just barely. She was up close and she really assessed the size of her nephew's cock and the idea of it being inside her holes felt a lot more frightening. She was sure that her nephew's cock was a little over ten inches in size, a size that far outclassed her husband's meagre size and the professor's decent one, whose sexual prowess she held in high regard. Gripping it with both her hands, she began pumping Harry's meat a few times before leaning forward and starting to gently lap at the head of his cock with the tip of her tongue. A slight taste of saltiness was brought on her tongue, caused a look of distaste to cross on her face.
She ignored the taste and slowly, she began sweeping her tongue over the full-length of his cock, and when it was sufficiently lubricated, she opened her mouth and engulfed the huge piece of meat. She lightly sucked on the crown as she began bobbing her head up and down, taking more and more of his cock into her mouth with each bob all the while working the rest of his shaft with her left hand using the spit for lubrication just as she had her right gently squeezing on his hairy bollocks.
Harry felt her tongue wriggling on the soft underside of his cock, since, it was his first time having sex; his senses were overwhelmed by the blissful feeling of Petunia's warm mouth on his cock and so he couldn't hold off his release for very long as he felt the build-up to his climax nearly reaching the peak.
However, Harry was keeping keen track of Petunia's thoughts, seeing her memories. Petunia felt confused when she felt two strong hands coming to rest on her scalps, a moment later the hands in her hair tightened, and she felt him pushing her head down on his tool as he began spearing his pelvis forward until his whole length was completely hidden inside her throat.
She couldn't resist his strength, she started gagging on it, "Urkkk...ackk...urk...yack...ack...yack...ack...!"
She was loving it, the treatment, his strong hands guiding her head up and down on his length, her helplessness, the throbbing cock in her throat, the drool spilling out her mouth. Finally, she felt the burst of her nephew's cum going down her throat, followed by another and another wave after that, and another until it finally stopped. With a long moan, she expertly swallowed his load and her warm tight throat kept on milking his cock for more.
Her professor had done the exact same thing with her the very first time, but he had used his belt on the back of her neck to pull her head close, it brought back memories. She didn't like giving a blowjob back then and she didn't like this particular action now, but she had no intention of complaining about it.
Petunia was a woman of average beauty, her neck was long yet slender, her blonde hair was actually rather well cared for, and while she wouldn't win any beauty contests she wasn't exactly ugly either. Her arse was petite, not too plump but neither was it small, her tits, on the other hand, were a handful, just enough to grab a hold of and yet perfectly adequate for fondling and molesting.
Petunia felt the grip on her hair loosening and so she pulled her head back, but she didn't pull all the way out, she still had the crown of his cock in her mouth as she kept rolling her tongue over and over around his pole so not to leave a single drop of juice. Her spit dripping off his bollocks and down her jaw.
He was surprised to see her mouth still attached to his member, it showed him that she didn't have the gag reflex and how sexually starved she really was. He couldn't imagine how much oral-sex she must have had for her to completely suppress her gag reflex, but it also pleased him to see her being such a shameless slut.
As he was enjoying her warm mouth, Harry saw the memory Petunia was associating her current situation with and the memory surprised him. Petunia wasn't innocent, she loved being in bondage under the professor, she simply loved it, the belts, the melting candles on her skin and the rough sex, she may have been in denial at the beginning but after these many years of married life, she wasn't planning on lying to herself any longer. In fact, she was substituting him in the place of her beloved professor who obviously held a special place in her heart. All these years she called him a 'freak', but he was finally conscious to the fact that she was the actual freak in the house, the one who didn't belong into the dynamics of a family. He always knew that something was wrong with his aunt, but until now that was just a baseless biased judgement derived due to his latent anger, however now he understood that she was even more damaged than he initially thought and he had proof of the fact, more importantly, her awful behaviour as an aunt strangely started making sense to him.
Harry stepped back as he pulled out of her mouth, and then he grabbed the hem of her nightdress and pulled it over her head, leaving her naked. He threw the dress away and he grabbed her blonde hair with his right hand and he roughly pulled her up to a standing position. Petunia moaned at the painful grip on her hair, but the smile of pleasure never left her face. Petunia was a bit shorter than Dudley, so now he towered over her, he noticed that her eyes were glazed over and he assumed that she was in a state of pressured semi-ecstasy. He reached his left hand between her legs and he grazed his hand over her cleanly shaven slit, she shuddered at his touch, and he noticed the wetness that and the lack of knickers.
He leaned forward, his face close to hers, his hand on her hair loosened and traced down her back, he stopped his hand over her butt and he gave a sharp spank, 'SLAP', to which she moaned, "Oooohhh..."
With that, he whisperingly asked her, "You're just a shameless slut, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir…" Petunia's reply was a response conditioned into her by her professor/trainer so many years ago.
He once again leaned forward and he ordered, "Get on the bed, whore."
The horny milf nodded her head enthusiastically and did as ordered, she hastily got on the bed and she automatically assumed a position. She lied on her back and lifted her legs straight up, bent them and held her thighs close to her body with both her hands. Harry, on the other hand, was suffering from the effects of the refractory period that usually follows after an orgasm, his member was semi-flaccid and he needed at least ten minutes before engaging in another round. And so, he gave a subtle wave with his hand and his wand appeared out of nowhere, he placed the tip of his wand on his heart and did a spell, the effect was an instant rejuvenation of his physical state, he also pushed away the tugging feeling of disinterest in his mind via his Occulumency as he set his gaze on the naked woman in bed. With that, he was instantly ready for round two.
With that, Harry eagerly climbed on the bed and sat down on his knees next to Petunia's butts that were still red from his spanking, her legs were already in the air, and so he caught her ankles and he drove her legs apart to the sides. He admired her pussy lips stretched for a moment before continuing. He briefly let go of her right ankle and used his free hand to guide the crown of his cock into her pussy lips.
She started groaning, "Ahhh..."
He once again caught hold of both her ankles and he leaned his body forward all the while pushing her pelvis along with his. Harry waited for a brief second and he moved his pelvis in a single plunge, he groaned as his cock slowly slid into her snatch. His progress was slow as it took time for her walls to stretch and adjust so to accommodate his large cock.
Meanwhile, Petunia's eyes rolled to the back of her head as her mouth unconsciously opened to make an 'o'. She felt her pussy filling up and stretching in ways she'd never felt before. This feeling of sheer relief turned her brain off as she loudly moaned out, "Fuck meee..." Petunia reached out her hand and circled around his shoulders pulling him closer, she felt the pleasure in her spine, something she hadn't felt in a long time.
Harry grinned as he heard her continous moaning, it marked the power he had over her. He savoured the tight warm flesh that had his cock sheathed; it was almost as if her tight pussy was craving more and more of his cock with each passing second until finally his cock head nudged against the entrance to her womb, causing her to gasp out a scream, "FUCK!"
He hooked his hand around her thighs and he pushed forward until he placed his hands on her sides, he further pushed forward as he was directly on top of her and her legs and arms were hooked around his elbows. He took his time as he got into a comfortable eagle position all the while with his cock still heavily throbbing inside her pussy without any movement denying her any more pleasure.
And then he heard her, "Please…" She was begging for it, she was actually begging him for sex; it brought a dark grin on his face.
With no warning, he drew his cock back and he re-sheathed himself in one massive thrust. The sudden invasion of her deepest depths caused her to squeal in a mixture of pleasure and shock, "Ohhh…" a long drawn out moan escaping her mouth. He pulled back and he punched in, again, again, slowly he started hammering into her. The sheer wetness of her pussy caused a lewd almost squelching noise to escape from her nether lips every time he thrust his cock back into her pussy.
He groaned out, "You love this don't you..., you shameless whore? Me fucking you in your son's room..., on his bed, while your husband's sleeping downstairs…?"
"Yes, yes, yes, ye, ye, ye…" She kept on moaning as he kept pounding into her with everything he had in him.
Suddenly, he slowed down and demanded, "Say it!"
She immediately began begging, "I'm a shameless whore. Harder...harder...harder..."
He sped up again. He adjusted his body weight and balance on his left arm and he brought his right hand down to her left butt and he began spanking, 'spank', 'spank', 'spank'.
"Say it!"
"I'm...a...whore."
"Does Vernon know that he married a slut?" He demanded an answer.
"OHHH…fuck…fuck…fuck…" She kept screaming repeatedly as he kept pounding into her tight snatch.
And not seven minutes into his brutal pounding, her snatch clenched to near bruising tightness around his cock, and she wailed at the top of lungs, "FUCK MEEE…" Her orgasm caused her to violently squirt juices around his cock. Like a knot in his abdomen coming undone, his muscles grew tight as he sped up rapidly and continued spearing into her violently squirting snatch pushing against his cock. And then, like a dam breaking, he thrust in one final thrust and he held his cock deep in place as he climaxed into her with a deep groan, "AHHH..."
He felt her go limp under him, he was breathing heavily as he no longer had much energy left within him. He looked down and smiled proudly as he saw his slutty aunt lying unconscious. The sheer intensity of her first sexually induced orgasm in years had heightened the feeling of ecstasy to near drooling levels that it caused the starved milf to go into a state of shock as she fell unconscious on the bed. Her entire body shivered unconsciously every few minutes while she sported a contented smile etched on her face as she slept soundly.
With that, he pulled his cock out of her beyond-wet entrance and dragged his wet member over her tits. He grabbed her tits and he slowly wiped away the juices on her skin. He knew he had nothing to worry about; he had the forethought about casting a 'contraceptive spell' on himself which would make his seed ineffectual for over twenty hours. With his work done, he stood up and he collected his trousers and he silently left the room leaving the naked milf to sleep in her son's bedroom.
Three Days Later-
Things were awkward between him and his aunt for two days after that night; while he grinned at her she always left the room when he was around. But yesterday, he noticed something, she was ignoring him and it wasn't some feigning to not hear him speak kind of thing, it was as if she was ignoring his very existence like he didn't exist at all. He accurately surmised that it was her way of handling shame.
He also had an epiphany, in his eagerness to experience sex he forgot to employ techniques that he had researched, techniques that would have made the experience memorable. He was also a little disappointed, considering how short the sex actually was, the only thing that made it worthwhile was that Petunia being sexually starved didn't have any expectations regarding the duration or technique. She'd just wanted to have an orgasm that wasn't caused by her fingers, and for that reason she had passed out in pleasure.
Having many of Riddle's memories in his head was enlightening, contrary to popular belief Riddle too was once a man and he too was at times randy like him, and like him, Riddle too had done many questionable things to explore the concept of sex. During his time in Hogwarts, the dark wizard once cornered and forcefully seduced his Arithmancy professor in a broom closet and fucked her arsehole until she couldn't walk straight for two days, and this is when she had caught him sneaking about after curfew. On further deliberation, he came to a conclusion that he was following Riddle's way of approach when it came to sex rather than the other way around, and strangely the idea didn't seem that bad to his corrupted mind.
Harry watched through the window as Vernon pulled the car out of the driveway, he pointed his gaze at Vernon who was in the driver seat. Without eye-to-eye contact or close proximity, he had to use his passive Legilimency to place a few thoughts in his uncle's mind; thankfully Voldemort's skill in passive Legilimency was phenomenal and as expected, the man's absentmindedly drove away to his office. He did it because he didn't want Vernon returning home for lunch because sometimes his uncle came back home for lunch if the food in the office cafeteria was particularly tasteless than usual. He wanted his aunt to constantly squirm with his presence in the house
Meanwhile, Petunia was downstairs in the kitchen making tea for herself as her favourite show on the Telly was about to begin. She was absentmindedly stirring the tea while staring off into space. The last three days were hell; she wished that she could go back in time and prevent herself from committing such a mistake. For years, she wanted to feel the thrill that she once experienced when she was under her professor in college, but after spending one tasteful night with her nephew all the pent-up desire and cravings had disappeared and so she just wanted to go back to being a mother and housewife.
Harry walked down the stairs with a cruel grin on his face, he pushed open the kitchen door and he saw his aunt standing and stirring the tea as she was facing away from him. He sneaked behind her form and he whispered in her ear causing her to jerk in shock, "You've been ignoring me."
She left the spoon as she turned around glaring at him, she replied as if she knew exactly what to say, in fact, the way she spoke seemed a lot like it was rehearsed, "What happened that night was a mistake it's better if we forgot about it."
"Is that so…?" He leaned closer as he reached behind her and placed his hands on her arse, "I didn't see you saying 'no' when I pounded your fat arse into your son's bed." Petunia's eyes met his and her glare wilted away almost instantly; she averted her eyes nervously as a faint pink blush of embarrassment touched her cheeks.
Harry understood that he needed to sweat her a little before he can pull her back into continuing their amorous activities, but he had to give her a taste of what she was missing out, and so he began.
He used his hands on her arse to pull her close to him. She used her arms to resist him, but her strength waned away as his grip on her arsecheeks tightened and he softly began massaging her arse in circles. Her feeble attempts to stop him failed completely when she felt his hands going down her skirt and his fingers stretching her arsehole. She closed her eyes and began breathing heavily as she leaned her head on his chest unknowingly and a soft whimper escaped her lips, "Mhmhmhm!"
To her surprise, just as she was beginnig to enjoy his ministrations, Harry pulled both his arms out of her skirt and stepped back an inch barely giving back her freedom. Unable to meet his gaze, she turned around towards the counter in order to hide her laboured breathing. She took the unattended teapot and then she felt his hand on her arse again. Deep down, she was hoping that he would continue, but instead she heard him speak, "I'll let you be for now, be careful." The mirth in his almost threatening tone sent shivers down her body as the hair on the back of her neck stood straight; she felt his hand withdrawing and just when she thought that it was done, he gave her a sharp spank on her right butt-cheek, she gasped out loud as she almost dropped the teapot but she managed to hold on to it at the last second. And then, she heard the door slam shut and she let her breath out that she didn't know that she was holding. Her hands failed and she safely placed the teapot on the kitchen counter, she looked down and to her embarrassment, she found that her knickers were already soaking wet.
August 31st -
The last ten days of the summer holidays went by in a flash. The days were fun, his relatives wouldn't bother him and even if they did, he had his Legilimency to thank as he used it to avoid or derail anything even remotely annoying. The power he held over his relatives was empowering, it seemed like he rather liked ruling over others.
It was a beautiful Saturday, Dudley was out with his friends seeing that the holidays were ending, he wanted to enjoy the last day with his friends. Vernon was comfortably watching the Telly sitting on his sofa with a jug of lemonade on the table and a bowl of popcorn in his hand. Petunia, however, was in the master bathroom taking a shower after having spent the last hour weeding the entire backyard, a chore that he would have been forced to do in the past.
Harry walked down the stairs wand in hand, as he was descending down the stairs he pointed his wand at Vernon and a blue orb of light left the tip of his wand and connected on the back of Vernon's head. With that, he walked past Vernon and into his aunt's and uncle's bedroom. He knew that Dudley won't be returning any time soon and even if he did, Dudley rarely ever went into his parents' room, so he bravely opened the door of the master bedroom and walked in, then he gave a wave with his wand and the latch inside unlocked, he opened the door to the bathroom and he stepped in closing the door behind him.
He slid his trousers down and he stepped out of it and he pulled his T-shirt overhead and dropped it nearby his trousers, and then, he slid open the frosted glass door of the frameless shower enclosure and he stepped in.
Petunia heard the glass door opening and closing behind her, she simply stood in the shower facing away from him. He walked closer and he grazed his hand over her lower back causing her to shiver. "I want you…" She heard his authoritative tone and her legs almost lost its strength because she knew that he wasn't asking, he was telling her and that aroused her.
Harry slowly inserted his right hand in between her legs just as he circled his left hand around her hip and in a show of strength he lifted her up in the air. He adjusted his grip and lifted both her legs up to the side by supporting his hands under her thighs. He pushed her body on the glass door for support while he held her legs up in the air. Anyone on the other side of the frosted glass door would have seen a naked milf sandwiched between a tall man and the glass, her juicy tits flattened on the glass under the pressure and a huge cock slowly entering the woman's nether lips as her eyes rolled to the back of her heard as the right side of her face was fully pressed on the glass.
He actively used his telekinesis to hold her legs up in the air, he gripped her hips and pushing upwards, he groaned as the full length of his cock slowly slid into her wet snatch, his progress stymied as her walls stretched to accommodate his substantially larger member. And then, he drew his cock back and re-sheathed himself in one massive thrust and with that, he once again drew back and he began pounding into her. He didn't care about foreplay or lubrication in the least; let the falling water from the shower do it for him.
He briefly paused for a moment and he stepped his legs closer to the glass door and he adjusted Petunia a little for better penetration. He tightened the grip of his left hand on her hip and he moved his right hand to circle around her waist and reached for her pussy lips. He placed his wet pointer and middle fingers exactly on top of her clit, lightly capturing her folded flesh between his fingers and he began moving his fingers in a circular motion.
"OHHHHHH…" She groaned as her nipples perked to full stiffness under the glass that was flattening her tits, "More…more…more…fuck me…" She kept begging for more.
The last ten days were eventful; her nephew came up with sick new ways to employ mind-boggling ploughing which always left her with a limp. She had more sex in the last ten days than in the last five years with her husband on their marriage bed. The thing that made it all the more enticing is that there were no repetitions, every time it was different positions, different techniques, at different places and different durations, and yet every time it left her squirting violently and collapsed on the ground breathing heavily.
With her freakish nephew, she experienced standing-up sex positions for the very first time and she loved it. She had always dreamed of it but unfortunately, neither Vernon nor her professor had the upper body strength or the grits to lift her up in the air, holding her in place and fuck her raw all the while standing up. The day after his threat in the kitchen, he gently dragged her from her bedroom to the front room sofa in the middle of the night and he fucked her bowlegged. Her anxiety and her excitement made it impossible for her to deny herself the pleasure, her pussy wetter than ever before as she submitted to her nephew's control over her body, well aware that her husband could wake up at any moment and find her being fucked by the freak in the living room, that her son could come walking down the stairs and see his cousin pinning her against the sofa with his huge member buried deep inside her pussy as he suckled on her breasts only added a unique thrill to it. She loved it, she loved being fucked by her nephew and she no longer cared how anyone may think about her, he had unleashed her inner animal.
Harry's movements sped up as he ploughed into her wet snatch with almost everything he had in him. Finally, his full length was inside her and each time he surged into her with a significant force, the tip of his cock nudged against her cervix, Petunia felt a mixture of pain and pleasure as her mouth opened wide, she lost all her inhibitions, her eyes rolled, her toes curled and she drooled in ecstasy as her tongue dropped out, bouncing up and down as she bounced rhythmically on his cock. Not even a minute into his nudging, she screamed, "FUCCC…" She never finished as her throat lost its power to scream, she arched her head back and began squirting cum all over the glass.
Knowing full well that Petunia would go limp, he slowly lifted his telekinesis and lowered her legs to the ground. The grip he had on her hips was the only thing that held her standing. Then he slowly pulled her away from the glass door and he moved her left to the corner of the shower and he left his support. Petunia slowly plopped down on the ground and stared at him with contentment.
He gently moved his right hand through her hair, tightened the grip and he pulled her up to her knees. Petunia winced but the smile on her face was forever etched, she got on her knees and she saw him grabbing hold on the base of his cock with his left hand and she opened her mouth without another word.
"Suck…" He said and she did without even caring that his cock was covered in her cum.
He gave her no time to adjust, he was really close to a climax himself, he caught her head and he forcefully fucked her throat, if one were to look from behind them; they would have seen the outline of the huge cock moving up and down in Petunia's throat.
As he was spearing into her, he detached his right hand from her head allowing his telekinesis to take its place. He reached his right hand behind his legs and he reached down and caught hold of her left boob, he slowly slid from the base until he caught her nipple, he instantly pinched it and began pulling and tugging on it. The reaction to his teasing was instant, he felt the increased fluttering and clenching around his member, he began to thrust even more speedily, and finally when he was at the edge, he rammed his full length into her throat and he held it there for a full minute, spraying loads of his cum deep into her throat.
"AHHH…" He groaned as he finished spilling his seed into her stomach and then he pulled out of her mouth.
He stepped back and stood under the falling water for a few minutes, meanwhile his aunt stood up having regained some of her strength. She walked closer and stood beside him under the water. He slowly ran his hand over her butt-cheeks and he pinched her left cheek once. With that, he slid open the glass door and he stepped out and he slid it close as she continued the shower.
He dried himself, got dressed and he walked out of the bathroom feeling less pressured and more relaxed.