"Now," Harry said, his voice low and commanding, "stand facing the wall. Shake that juicy ass for me and beg me to claim your pussy. Show me how desperate you are to be my little slut."
Petunia scrambled to obey, turning to press herself against the wall. She could feel the cool plaster against her overheated skin, a delicious contrast. She wiggled her hips, the motion causing her ample ass to jiggle enticingly.
"Please, Harry," she whimpered, her voice strained with need. "Please, I'm begging you. I need your big, hard cock inside me. I'm yours, completely yours. Use me, fill me, make me your slut!"
The words were filthy, obscene, and yet they rolled off her tongue with ease. Years of pent-up desire and forbidden fantasies had brought her to this point, and Petunia knew there was no going back.
Harry moved behind her, his hands gripping her hips. He rubbed the tip of his cock along the cleft of her ass, teasing her. "Such a good girl," he purred, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "So eager to be used. You really are my perfect little whore, aren't you?"
"Yes, yes!" Petunia cried, her hips bucking back against him. "I'm your whore, your slut, your everything! Please, Harry, I can't take it anymore. Fuck me, ruin me, make me yours!"
Harry chuckled darkly, the sound sending shivers down Petunia's spine. And then, without warning, he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her tight, wet heat.
Petunia screamed, the sound torn from her throat by the sudden, intense pleasure-pain of being stretched and filled. Harry's cock was huge, impossibly huge, and she could feel every thick inch of him pulsing inside her.
"Oh God, oh God," she gasped, her nails digging into the wallpaper. "You're so big, so deep. I've never felt anything like this. I'm yours, all yours!"
Harry set a brutal pace, pounding into Petunia with hard, relentless thrusts. He used one hand to grip her hip bruisingly tight while the other snaked around to rub her clit, driving her higher and higher.
"That's it, take it," he growled, his breath hot against her neck.
Harry pounded into Petunia relentlessly, his hips slamming against her ass with a rhythmic thud. His cock pistoned in and out of her tight, wet pussy, the friction building to an unbearable level.
"Oh God, Harry," Petunia moaned, her head thrown back in ecstasy. "I'm going to cum. Please, let me cum. I need to cum so badly."
But Harry just chuckled darkly, his hand tightening on her hip. "Beg for it," he growled, his voice dripping with dominance. "Beg me to let you cum. Tell me how much you need it."
Petunia whimpered, her body trembling with pent-up pleasure. "Please, Harry, please," she begged, her voice high and desperate. "I need to cum so badly. Please, let me. I'll do anything, just please let me cum."
Harry's thrusts grew harder, faster, driving Petunia higher and higher. "Anything?" he repeated, his voice a low rumble. "What will you do for me?"
Petunia was beyond reason, her mind consumed by the need for release. "Anything," she sobbed, her nails clawing at the wallpaper. "I'll be your whore, your slut, anything you want. Just please, please let me cum."
Harry's hand on her hip tightened, his grip almost painful. "Not yet," he growled, his cock throbbing inside her. "Not until you beg me to cum inside you."
Petunia's eyes widened, her breath coming in ragged gasps. "Oh God," she whispered, a wave of fear mixed with anticipation washing over her. "Inside me? You mean..."
"Yes," Harry confirmed, his voice dripping with dark intent. "I mean to fill this tight little cunt with my cum. To mark you as mine, inside and out. So beg for it, slut. Beg me to fill you up."
Petunia swallowed hard, her mind reeling with the implications. But her body had other ideas, her pussy clenching greedily around Harry's cock as if begging to be filled. With a groan of surrender, she pressed her forehead against the wall, her voice muffled.
"Please, Harry," she whimpered, her hips bucking back against him.
"Please, Harry," Petunia begged, her voice desperate and pleading. "Cum inside me. Fill me up with your seed. Mark me as your whore, your slut, your property."
Harry's grip on her hip tightened, his thrusts growing harder and faster. He could feel his orgasm approaching, his balls drawing up tight against his body.
"Beg me," he growled, his voice strained with effort. "Beg me to fill this tight little cunt with my cum."
Petunia sobbed, her body trembling with need. "Please, Harry, please," she begged, her voice breaking. "Cum inside me. I need it, I need you. Fill me up, make me yours."
With a final, brutal thrust, Harry buried himself deep inside Petunia's clutching heat. His cock pulsed and jerked, spurt after spurt of hot, sticky cum flooding her womb. Petunia screamed, her body convulsing around him as she finally found her release.
But even as she collapsed against the wall, spent and satisfied, Harry was casting a silent spell. A protection charm, one that would prevent any unwanted consequences from their actions. Petunia would never know, never suspect, but she was safe from pregnancy. At least, for now.
As they stood there, Harry's softening cock still buried inside her, Petunia turned her head to look back at him. Her eyes were glazed with pleasure, her lips parted and swollen.
"Thank you, Harry," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Thank you for claiming me, for making me yours."
Harry smiled, his eyes glinting with satisfaction. "You're welcome, slut," he purred, his hand stroking her ass possessively. "You're mine now, body and soul. And I'll use you whenever and however I please."
Petunia shuddered, a thrill of anticipation running through her. She knew that her life would never be the same, that she had crossed a line from which there was no return. But she didn't care. All she cared about was pleasing Harry, serving him, being his perfect little whore.
The bed creaked loudly as Petunia bounced on Harry's cock, her ample breasts jiggling with each movement. Harry lay back, enjoying the show as he sucked and nibbled on her nipples. The room was filled with the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh and Petunia's wanton moans.
Suddenly, from downstairs, a loud bang echoed through the house. Harry's ears perked up, his eyes narrowing. He knew that sound, the sound of the front door slamming shut. Vernon was home early.
Petunia heard it too, her movements faltering for a moment. "Oh no," she whispered, her voice tight with fear. "Vernon, he's home. What if he hears us?"
But Harry just chuckled, his hands gripping her hips tightly. "Let him hear," he growled, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "Let the poor sap discover his wife's true loyalties."
As if on cue, heavy footsteps thundered up the stairs, accompanied by shouts of outrage. "Petunia!" Vernon roared, his voice thick with anger. "What the bloody hell is going on up there?"
Petunia whimpered, her body trembling. But Harry just laughed, the sound cruel and mocking. "Why don't you come and see for yourself, Vernon?" he called out, his voice carrying easily through the thin walls.
There was a moment of silence, and then the bedroom door burst open. Vernon stood there, his face red with fury, a baseball bat gripped tightly in his hands. His eyes widened as he took in the scene before him, Petunia riding Harry's massive cock like a woman possessed.
"What the fuck is this?" he roared, his voice shaking with rage. "You, boy, get away from my wife right now!"
But Harry just laughed, the sound echoing through the room. "Or what, Vernon?" he sneered, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. "You'll hit me with your little bat? Go on then, try it."
Vernon's face twisted with anger, and he lunged forward, swinging the bat with all his strength. But Harry was faster, his reflexes enhanced by his divine nature.
As Vernon swung the bat towards Harry, the younger man raised a hand, his eyes flashing with magical energy. The bat froze in mid-air, suspended by an unseen force. Vernon grunted, struggling against the magic, but it was no use.
With a flick of his wrist, Harry sent Vernon crashing into a nearby chair, the older man landing with a thud. Before he could even move, Harry bound him there with chains of shimmering silver, the metal seeming to appear out of nowhere.
"There you go, Vernon," Harry said, his voice dripping with cruel amusement. "Now you can watch your wife serve me properly."
Petunia moaned, her body still moving over Harry's cock despite the interruption. "Harry, please," she begged, her voice high and needy. "Don't stop. I need you."
Harry grinned, his eyes glinting with dark pleasure. "Oh, we're far from done," he growled, his hands gripping Petunia's hips. "You're going to ride my cock until I say you can stop. And Vernon here is going to watch every second of it."
Vernon roared in rage, straining against the magical chains that held him. "You bastard!" he spat, his face red with fury. "I'll kill you for this!"
But Harry just laughed, the sound echoing through the room. "I doubt that, Vernon," he sneered, his eyes flashing with power. "You're no match for me, magically or physically. All you can do is sit there and watch as I fuck your wife senseless."
Petunia whimpered, her body trembling as she rode Harry's cock. She could feel Vernon's eyes on her, could sense his anger and betrayal. But she couldn't stop, couldn't resist the pull of Harry's divine body.
As she bounced on his cock, her breasts jiggling with each movement, Vernon felt a conflicting surge of emotions. Anger, yes, but also something else, something darker and more primal.
Arousal.
He couldn't believe it, couldn't believe that he was aroused by the sight of his wife getting fucked by another man. But he couldn't deny it either, couldn't ignore the way his cock twitched in his pants.
"Damn you, Harry," he growled, his voice tight with rage and lust. "Damn you to hell."
Harry paid no attention to Vernon's futile struggles, his focus entirely on the woman bouncing on his cock. Petunia was a vision of debauchery, her face flushed with pleasure, her eyes glazed with lust.
"Harder," Harry growled, his hands gripping her hips bruisingly tight. "Ride me like your life depends on it."
Petunia obeyed, her body moving in a frenzied rhythm as she impaled herself on his thick shaft over and over again. The bed creaked and groaned beneath them, threatening to give way at any moment.
"Hahh... Harry..." Petunia gasped, her voice ragged with exertion. "It's... It's too much. I can't... I can't take it."
But Harry just laughed, the sound cruel and mocking. "You can take it," he sneered, his hips snapping up to meet her downward thrusts. "You're my whore, my bitch. And you'll take whatever I give you, no matter how hard or how deep."
Petunia sobbed, her body shaking with the force of their coupling. She could feel Harry's cock stretching her in ways she never knew possible, filling her in places no man had ever reached before.
Behind them, Vernon watched with a mix of horror and arousal, his face a mask of conflicting emotions. He wanted to scream, to rage, to tear Harry limb from limb. But at the same time, he couldn't look away, couldn't stop his cock from throbbing with need.
"I'll kill you," he growled, his voice tight with impotent fury. "I'll fucking kill you for this."
But Harry just grinned, the expression wicked and dark. "Try me," he challenged, his eyes flashing with power. "Try me, and see what happens."
Petunia whimpered, her body teetering on the edge of oblivion. She could feel her orgasm building, a pressure in her core that threatened to consume her entirely. But still, Harry pushed her, his hands gripping her hips so tightly she feared he would leave bruises.
"Cum for me, Petunia," he growled, his voice low and commanding. "Cum on my cock like the whore you are. Show me how much you love being used, being fucked like a cheap slut."
Petunia keened, her voice high and broken. "Yes,"
As Harry's orgasm approached, he gripped Petunia's hips even tighter, his fingers digging into her soft flesh. "Now," he growled, his voice strained with effort. "Cum for me now, you filthy little whore."
Petunia screamed, her body convulsing wildly as her orgasm hit her. Her pussy clenched around Harry's cock, milking him for every last drop of his seed. He groaned, his cock pulsing and jerking as he emptied himself deep inside her.
Wave after wave of pleasure washed over Petunia, her body shuddering and trembling with each release. She could feel Harry's cum filling her, spilling out of her and down her thighs as she collapsed against his chest.
Behind them, Vernon watched with a mix of rage and arousal, his body straining against the magical bonds that held him. He wanted to scream, to rage, to tear Harry limb from limb. But he was powerless, trapped and helpless as he watched his wife being used like a common whore.
The combination of anger and lust proved too much for him, and with a final, defeated grunt, he slumped forward, unconscious. His body hung limply in the magical chains, his chest rising and falling with shallow breaths.
Petunia, spent and satisfied, slipped into unconsciousness as well, her body going limp on top of Harry's. He held her for a moment, savoring the feeling of her soft, warm weight against him.
Then, with a sigh of satisfaction, he gently rolled her off him, her body flopping onto the bed beside him. He rose, his cock still half-hard, and turned to face Vernon's unconscious form.
With a flick of his wrist, he dispelled the magical chains, letting Vernon fall to the floor with a thud. Then, kneeling down beside him, Harry placed a hand on Vernon's forehead.
"Sleep," he murmured, his voice low and hypnotic. "Sleep, and when you awake, you will obey me utterly. Your body will be mine to command, though your mind will remain your own. You will do as I say, without question or hesitation."
As he spoke, Harry could feel Vernon's consciousness slipping under his control, the older man's body becoming pliant and compliant. He knew that when Vernon woke, he would be nothing more than a puppet, a tool for Harry to use as he pleased.
With Vernon's body now under his complete control, Harry left the bedroom, leaving Petunia's unconscious form sprawled across the bed. He walked down the hallway, his bare feet padding softly against the carpet, until he reached Dudley's room.
He paused outside the door for a moment, listening to the soft, steady breathing of his cousin within. With a smirk, he turned the handle and pushed the door open, stepping inside.
Dudley was sprawled across his bed, his chubby form covered by a thin sheet. He was snoring softly, his face relaxed in sleep. Harry approached him slowly, his eyes glinting with dark amusement.
He reached out, placing a hand on Dudley's forehead. "Wake," he commanded, his voice low and hypnotic. "Wake, and your body shall be mine to control, though your mind shall remain your own."
Dudley stirred, his eyes fluttering open. He blinked in confusion, his gaze unfocused. "Wh-what's going on?" he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
But before he could say anything else, Harry began to speak, his words flowing in a steady, hypnotic stream. "Your body is mine," he murmured, his voice soft and insistent. "You will do as I say, without question or hesitation. Your mind remains yours, but your body belongs to me now."
Dudley's eyes glazed over, his body going limp on the bed. Harry could feel him slipping under his control, his will bending to Harry's own. It was almost too easy, controlling these mortals, bending them to his whims.
With a satisfied smirk, Harry released Dudley from the trance, knowing that the boy would awaken soon, ready and willing to obey his every command. He stepped back from the bed, turning to leave the room.
As he walked back down the hallway, he could hear movement coming from his own bedroom. Petunia was stirring, her body finally recovering from the intense pleasure of their coupling.