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That's all to it? Harry asked himself. I have to stay with my aunt just because of my mum's sacrificial protection?
He was angry, frustrated he had to put up with the Dursleys every year because of this stupid, magical protection. He had had all the protection he needed at Hogwarts under Dumbledore for years! What did he need this other nonsensical protection for, if not to put him in misery every fucking summer? All because his aunt shared the same blood as his mum and she was the existence that recharged the sacrificial protection every damn year?!
Love is my strongest weapon? He mimicked the late Dumbledore as he pulled out a weed from the back garden of 4 Privet Drive. If love is my strongest weapon, then I'll make sure I get some love then!
Upset, he got off his knees in his grass-stained denim trousers and stomped into the house to see his aunt humming to herself as she baked a chocolate cake for Dudley. For all Harry knew, Uncle Vernon and Dudley were out of the house for some father-son golfing trip and wouldn't be home until the late evening.
Spinning around, Petunia stopped midway from her happy dance in the kitchen and froze.
"Boy, what are you doing in the house? Every weed must be gone from the garden before you can step foot in here," she said, placing her hands on her hips as she scowled.
Harry just didn't fucking care anymore. He marched to her and brought his hands up to grab her tits. Instantly, she slapped his wrists and put her arms over her chest, looking horrified.
"W-what do you think you're doing, you disrespecful boy?!" She backed up and her back hit the sink. She had nowhere else to go as he cornered her to one side of the kitchen. He stretched out both arms beside her and put his palms on the counter, locking her in.
"You know it too, don't you, Aunt Petunia? I'm only here every summer because of the magical protection my mother gave me," he said, sinking his head closely to hers as she held her breath. "Do you know what the driving force of that magical protection is?"
She gulped, scared to answer but brave enough to look him in the eyes.
"Love," he growled as he glanced at the red lipstick on her kissable, juicy lips. "And you."
Instantly, he kissed her, digging his tongue in her mouth as she half-screamed and half-moaned on his lips. His hands were on her tits again, his thumbs rubbing the nipples into solid gumdrops. She stood there, shocked and confused but not hating it. Her nephew had a way with his mouth and hands, and she hadn't felt this good in so long. She was down for a good fuck, even if it was going to be with her nephew. Just one fuck. That wouldn't hurt. She wasn't scared either. To her, he was suddenly so strong and so dominant and she couldn't help but cower to him, showing him the submissive and obedient side of her that she relished in, feeling so turned on by him.
He split her legs open with a knee, bringing a hand down to cup her fat cunt in his large hand, kneading her clitoris with the heel of his palm. She clenched her eyes shut and moaned.
"You're turned on, aren't you, Aunt Petunia? You're so turned on and wet for your nephew, right?" he asked, moving the fabric of her black laced panties aside and sliding a finger inside her soaked cunt. It was so hot and so raw, sucking his entire finger in. He slid it out and put another finger inside her, seeing her bite her lips as his fingers started pumping in her, creating a squelching sound the faster he went.
She moaned as she fisted his shirt, resting her head on his shoulder as the feeling became hotter and hotter. It felt so good and Petunia didn't want it to stop.
"Cum for me, Aunt Petunia. Cum for me like a dirty whore. Beg for my cock and cum for me," Harry said, quickening the pace.
"Oh, yes, Harry. Yes! I want your cock." She begged, gripping onto his shoulders as she tried to stop her legs from shivering. "I want your cock inside me!"
Harry smirked and massaged her clitoris, seeing Petunia yelp and then her entire body held onto his for dear life. Her shoulders shook and her hips jerked as her cunt spasmed in a stupendous, pulsating orgasm with his fingers still prodding in her. Her womanly juices spewed down her thighs and he pulled out his fingers to bring it to his nose to sniff her musky, sexy scent. He hated to say it smelled heavenly, turning him on, his cock aching to be inside her hot cunt.
"Do you want my cock inside you, Aunt Petunia?" He asked as he let go of her and she fell to her knees.
When she looked up at him with innocent, puppy dog eyes, he was swooned by her. But he denied any thoughts of that.
"I'm going to have to take you by the mouth first. Open your mouth," he said, lifting her chin up.
Instantly, she shook her head, begging him not to. She hated blowjobs. She'd always hated giving Vernon blowjobs and she despised the taste of his cum. It was disgusting and vomit-inducing.
"If you want my cock inside your cunt, then I'm going to have to fuck you by the mouth first, Aunt Petunia," he voiced and she gave up.
She knew she wouldn't get his cock if she wouldn't agree. Right now, she was all too horny and desperate to say no.
She opened her mouth for him, sticking her tongue out as he placed the head of his cock on her tongue. So perfectly, he slid in, and Petunia did an awesome job not putting any teeth on him.
"Now stay still," Harry said and gripped her dark, curly hair, holding her head in place as he started moving in and out of her mouth, very slowly at first to find a beat.
She moaned but it wasn't out of disgust. As soon as he had put his cock on her tongue, she realized his cock was actually delectable and nothing about it was gross. What had she been thinking? Or perhaps it was her nephew's pulsating cock that she only liked. His taste and smell were enchanting, addicting, and she loved the look of his cock, how big and long it was. She couldn't believe his size was only a teenage cock so far!
He started thrusting in her harder, hitting the back of her throat, making her gag, but she loved it so much, making her hornier, and Harry enjoyed it too. He fucked her mouth like he was fucking a used cunt, unrelentless, unforgiving. She moaned as he quickened again, his groans becoming shorter the closer he reached climax. The slick sound and her nephew's cock flavor was turning Petunia on so much, she unbuttoned her blouse and started pinched her raw, pink nipples. She cupped her tits together and groaned when his cock grew larger in her mouth, knowing he liked the view of what she was doing.
"Ah, fuck! Aunt Petunia!" He cummed in her mouth, thrusting a few last times before sliding past her lips, his cum gliding down from her mouth to her chin and dripping down onto her tits. "Swallow all my cum, Aunt Petunia. Swallow it all and then lick your lips dry."
She did as he said, swallowing all his warm gunk down in one swig. Then she stuck out her tongue and licked all around her lips, taking in as much cum as she could that had spilled out of her mouth earlier. But she couldn't reach all of his semen with only her tongue, so Harry bent down and licked all his cum from her chin and spit it in her mouth. He also licked off the cum that oozed onto her big tits and carried it to her lips, moaning when their tongues brushed each other. She looked so desperate to swallow every last droplet of his manly jism, eagerly taking him by the mouth each time he carried a load of cum to her.
Harry didn't know what came over him, but he started french-kissing her with his cum still in her mouth, feeling his thick jizz slosh around in her mouth as their tongues wrestled. For a second, she split from their kiss, gathered up all the remaining cum with a load of saliva and gave him an open-mouthed kiss, exchanging the cum right into his mouth as he moaned, so turned on by the taste of his own unique semen as his aunt french-kissed him. They swapped cum and saliva for long, long minutes, making out with hard tongue sucking and chin-to-nose licking. When they'd decided to finish snogging, Petunia had swallowed all of his cum, showing off an empty mouth to him.
"Very good, Aunt Petunia," Harry said, patting her head before stroking her hair. "Now take off your clothes."
Seeing her easily strip out of her short dress to reveal her smooth skin, Harry smirked. He didn't know his aunt could be so obedient to him. He could get used to this. He instructed her to get on all fours and he went to her butt, massaging a thumb in circles on her asshole. She stifled a moan, turning back to look at him. Her cheeks were pink in embarrassment because she'd never been touched on the asshole before, but her fierce irises were filled with desire and lust for more, for her nephew.
Harry smirked, rubbing his cock from her asshole down to her drenched cunt, going back and forth, wetting her with his pre-cum before aligning it to the hole of her sopping wet cunt.
"Now beg me to fuck you."
"Harry, fuck me. Fuck me hard, Harry! Please!"
Satisfied, he thrusted inside her. She screamed to the good sensation. His cock was so wide and large and getting even bigger as he filled her up deeper. Her pulsing cunt squeezed him, so tight and hot, and he groaned when he reached the deepest of her cunt, her cervix. Without warning, he started ramming inside her, not going steady, not being gentle, jamming hard onto her womb. But she loved that he was so rough and so domineering. She would let him take her over and over and she would drown in it every time.
She moaned when he shoved her head to the floor, keeping her ass up as he fucked her hard, asserting his dominance over her by keeping her down. She could see him in her periphereal, mouth open in ecstasy at her taut, soaked cunt and the alluring position of her naked body with her ass up showing him her strawberry pink asshole. She was pleased he loved fucking her like she was his whore.
Along with rocking on top of her, he glided his thumb on her asshole, knowing from that light motion alone, she was so turned on by it, because she was getting so, so wet. He thought to lick her asshole after he cummed inside her.
In his movement, his thumb accidentally slipped in her ass and she yelped in shock and piercing pain. But she was also so aroused by it. This was so new and different, opening up doors for her to try something kinky and erotic in bed for once! But she didn't know if she could take his entire cock inside her asshole right now. Not yet at least.
After several strokes with his thumb, he pulled it out and grabbed her hips, focusing on thrusting faster in her, going as fast as if it was a super power. Their skins smacked each other in the action, his balls flopping and her tits bouncing as he hastened his rocking.
"Yes, Harry! Yes! Fuck me like that! Like I'm a whore! Yes!" Petunia screamed, feeling her orgasm only seconds away. "Fuck, Harry!"
Suddenly, she came, screaming his name as it echoed through the house. He also came, straight inside her slutty, dirty cunt.
When he pulled out, his cum poured out from her small canal. As promised, he bent over and licked her asshole, sucking on it for a second when he saw she had gone red in the face. This side of her was very cute, very appealing. He didn't know his aunt could have such a lovely, endearing expression like that. He lied down next to her, breathing hard. So was she.
In the quiet, it was like reason had suddenly hit him and he was now very embarrassed and shy next to his aunt, even though he had just banged the life out of her a minute ago. He saw that his aunt was also in a daze wondering what just happened between them.
"Harry, why did you do that?" Petunia asked, looking at him innocently with a flushed face as she wove her fingers with his fingers.
"I don't know," he said, staring at the ceiling, overcoming a blush. "I guess I was just so sick of it, upset that I have to come here every summer, so I took my anger out on you..."
"Please keep taking your anger out on me, Harry. I rather liked it," she said in a energetic lilt, smiling as he turned his head to look at her.
She was definitely cute and hot all at once. He should have noticed this before. His Aunt Petunia was beautiful, Merlin's balls! And if he had known that fucking her would have easily won her over to his side, he would have fucked her a long time ago! But it wasn't only that. He felt something deeper for his aunt too. He couldn't stop staring at her, unable to take his eyes off her and he wouldn't be able to watch her act as a wife to somebody else if things were to go back to the way it was.
"I-it's not... It wasn't all just anger, Aunt Petunia. I-it's..." He couldn't say it, but he remembered he was a Gryffindor and Gryffindors said the darnest things sometimes. "It's love too. L-love is my strongest weapon..."
"That's delightful, Harry. I love that." She kissed his lightning scar and flattened his hair. "If you like, should we keep going until your uncle and Dudley gets home?"
She stroked his chest, brushing a red-painted fingernail on a senstive nipple of his and he gasped. She giggled and sat up after he eagerly got on his feet and helped her up so they could move to the bedroom.
They went through numerous more rounds of intense, rough, animalistic sex until Vernon came out screaming through the house about where his dinner was. Fast as lightning, Petunia stormed out of the room in a perfect appearance, coated in her luxurious perfume, not a single hair out of place, all calm and collected. Vernon didn't suspect a thing when Petunia explained she'd been helping old Ms. Harrison move out of her house and didn't have time to cook up dinner, since the elderly lady had kept up her time. Vernon had been angry but Petunia's reason was understandable so he let it slide. They ate Chinese takeaway that evening and Vernon didn't even know his nephew's cum was dripping down his own wife's legs.
When Harry helped his aunt clean up the table and their fingers brushed for a millisecond while picking up a disposable fork, a spark shot through their bodies, like there was now a connection linked between them from this single touch, made up of a powerful surge of ancient magical energy. Harry was suddenly so batshit horny from it, his head becoming hot and dizzy. He looked at his aunt and saw that she was also flush in the face, her sharp irises staring straight at his bulging crotch. She leapt to seize his cock even though Vernon was only some feet away across the room, his head deep in a newspaper.
"I want you inside me so bad, Harry," she whispered as Harry smirked and grabbed her asscheeks to push his crotch harder onto her body and her firm hold on his cock.
"I'm going to fuck you so hard, you can't walk in the morning, Aunt Petunia," he said in her ear, getting a quivering sigh out of her as he left her standing there.
He collected the napkins and noticed she hadn't budged from her spot. He saw that her nipples were hard, her shoulders were shaking, and she was biting her lips like she was trying to hold something in, stifling a moan and disguising a steamy expression.
Oh fuck! Harry thought, so fucking turned on right now. She just came! Right there, in the middle of nowhere!
He wished to just throw her on the table and fuck her right in front of his uncle right that instant, but he persuaded himself out of it. Was his aunt that eager for his cock that she had come with such ease?
When the table had been cleaned up and the day had settled down with everyone retiring to their bedrooms, Petunia stalked into Harry's room in nothing but a satin dressing gown that shaped her slender figure and erect, gumdrops nipples so perfectly. She crawled onto his bed and he quickly split her dressing gown apart, becoming aroused as he watched the satin fabric slide down her shoulders until she was completely bare, while the electric, magical power rushed through their butterfly touches.
He caught her by the mouth, putting her in a deep snog as they fell onto the bed. He massaged her tits, feeling her thick nipples become firm and hard like gummy as he pinched and gently scratched them. He straddled her between his strong thighs, pushing his crotch against her already drenched cunt to feel the good sensation that jet through his cock each time he put pressure on it. The tingle of the magical rush happening between them made it even more arousing and hypnotizing.
"Would you fuck me like a lover first, Harry?" she asked when he got up to remove his clothes. "With your love weapon?"
Harry smirked, picking up her naughty pun, which left him a bit surprised that his aunt could even joke like that at all. She'd always been so stern and uptight, but he loved seeing this new side of her.
He instantly nodded his head because there was so much love in her blue eyes and she looked so beautiful and welcoming in his bed. "Okay, Aunt Petunia."
He got on top of her, still straddling her between his thunder thighs, butt naked, squeezing his cock between her closed legs just to see how it would feel with the extra tightness of her legs closed. Fuck, it felt so amazing when he had managed to snake his cock inside her in the position they were in. But he put his hands on her thighs anyway and spread her legs apart, wanting to see her hot cunt swallowing up his swollen cock.
"You're so beautiful," he said as he observed how her small cunt, throbbing with a red clitoris, was taking in his entire fat cock.
She blushed like a virgin under him, and in that second, it felt like this was their wedding night and she was his bride and he was to become her husband. He could imagine her in a white wedding dress, white stockings and lingerie, and they would have so much love for each other as they fuck the night away. By feeling this way, it looked like for a second, they were both glowing like illuminating embers in a dark room. Harry gasped. It seemed as if the electric magic they were feeling was surrounding them, putting them inside a glowing sphere.
"What is this, Harry?" his aunt asked as she watched the glowy lights encircled them like a magical shield.
"I don't know," he said. He couldn't care less about it with his aunt completely nude in front of him. He just wanted to fuck her right now.
It seemed his aunt didn't care either, because she brought her hand to the back of his head and kissed him, french-kissed him like a lover she'd been longing for. He started fucking her, moving his cock in and out of her, but steadily and smoothly, thrusting with care and gentleness, like a lover.
"Yess." Petunia hummed, feeling the magical power swim through them as the good feeling of sex flew in their bodies. His cock burrowed so deep in her cunt the more he rocked over her. "Yess, Harry."
He continued to keep the pace, wanting her to feel his love, wanting her to see how much he cared for her, take her like they were a newly wedded couple tonight. The glowing sphere was becoming brighter, almost blinding as climax came closer. He sped up the pace, needing to feel more of her, wishing to fuck her now.
"I'm going to cum, Aunt Petunia." He grunted, feeling his cock and balls tensed and tightened, about to burst any second now as he hammered in her.
"Cum inside of me, Harry! I want all of your seed inside me!" She roughly moved against him in despair. "Oh, I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum! Cum with me, Harry! Cum! Cum!"
Instantly, he came, jetting his hot semen into her twitching cunt and she screamed his name, feeling the psychedelic feeling of sex crash into her. It felt like insanity to them, this massive tidal wave of a surging orgasm with this ancient magical aura jolting through them.
Right that instant, the glowing sphere around them exploded. Its lights traveled through the entire house in tiny sparks, dispersing in the cracks and crevices, then everything went dark.
"Did you see that just now?" Petunia asked as the room went quiet from the explosion, yet tingles of their skin still remained from that strange, unique magic.
Harry only thought to snog her, giving her fast flicks of the tongue as he groaned in her mouth. She returned his kiss, also flicking her tongue with his tongue as saliva cascaded down the corners of their mouth. It grew harsh and intense, hungry and pleading, like they were wild animals and couldn't control the desires of their quivering sexual organs during mating season.
"Now fuck me like I'm a whore, Harry. I'm so horny, I want more of your cock," she begged after snaking her tongue along his teeth.
Seeing the excitment flash through her azul irises, Harry swiped a finger in the cum gushing out of her cunt and brought it to her mouth. She eagerly sucked it off his finger and swallowed, coming back to lick the last droplet trickling down to his knuckles. With the wet finger of her saliva, he slid his hand between her asscheeks and met her asshole. He put the finger inside, only down to the fingernail as she gasped.
"You like a finger up your asshole, don't you? Would you like a cock up your asshole too, Aunt Petunia?" he asked, wiggling the edge of his finger inside her ass, but she shifted and seized his wrist, looking a little nervous.
"I don't think I can handle it, Harry. I've never done this before," she said in honestly as his finger slipped out.
Her shyness really made it look like she was a virgin or a blushing bride. This made Harry so happy to see. He could explore this part with her together. She had also implied that there were going to be plenty of more times to have sex with her. He was even happier for this.
"Would only a finger be okay?" he asked, because she hadn't rejected the entire idea.
"Alright, Harry. Only a finger, okay?"
"Okay, Aunt Petunia."
He put his finger back in her asshole and slowly pushed it down to the first joint, watching his aunt trying to take his finger in as she slowed her breathing. He pushed further, getting to the second joint, then pulled out to the fingernail and back in, going farther now.
"Oh, yes... That feels kinda nice, Harry...," she whispered as she squeezed his arms before squeezing his cock, working two hands on his hard cock that was already dripping with pre-cum. She coated his entire cock with the pre-cum and started stroking with firm fists. "Now would you put your cock in my cunt and fuck me?"
"Turn your ass to me," he said as he let go of her asshole and she twirled around, bringing her palms to the bed and her ass to his twitching cock.
He didn't want her on all fours, so he roughly pushed her flat on the bed. She was lying down on her stomach now as he straddled her, basically lying on top of her, and slid his cock between her closed legs.
"I'm going to fuck you, Aunt Petunia, and I'm not going to stop until you scream my name loud enough for your fatass husband to hear you," he said as he slithered his cock to the opening of her slippery cunt. She moaned when he entered her, thrusting in increments until he was so deep inside her. "Do you like that? Do you like my cock inside you, Aunt Petunia?"
"Yes, Harry! Oh yes! Now fuck me!"
He drove inside her, thrusting like a maniac as she gasped and yelped. His weight on her made it hard to breath, but she loved that she was suffocating under him with his cock thrashing inside her--so sensational and erotic. It was like she was choking. Maybe she should ask him to choke her next time when he fucked her on her back.
She moaned, rolling her head back to him as he brought a finger in her mouth and forced her to suck. She did as told.
Harry was fucking his aunt with his love weapon, wanting to make sure she would remember every part of him, to leave her coming back and begging for more. His balls repeatedly slapped her ass as he sped up. He was grunting on her shoulder, inhaling the smell of her hair and their sex, taking in everything of her, admiring her gorgeous body.
"Oh my god, Harry! Oh my god." Her breathing quickened as his meat pounded on her and he didn't showing any mercy when she started screaming at the top of her lungs. "Harry! Oh my fucking god. Harry, I'm cumming!"
She came with her body shivering, her hips rattling on its own as she continued to scream his name. Shortly, he also came inside her, pressing her down on the bed to get the last fucks in her tight cunt before his cock gave out. He rested on top of her for long seconds after cumming. Catching his breath, he finally moved aside and threw an arm over her. She repositioned to her side and also put an arm around him, feeling very fatigued
It seemed like forever they just stroked each other's backs and held each other. The magic was still flowing through them as they hugged. As he looked at his aunt, he knew there was love there. He knew they had stronger feelings for each other than they would admit. Secret or not, it was there and it was overflowing. This bond, this connection, this love.
So this is love? Harry thought, wishing to stay with his aunt like this for eternity. He just wanted to be in her arms.
On the day Harry turned seventeen, he realized he didn't have to move his aunt and the other Dursleys out of the house at all--he had actually been upset to make his aunt leave. Nor did he really have to go on the run. The sacrificial protection his mother had unintentionally unleashed on him was still up. Moody had been confused when the clock had striked midnight and no Death Eaters or Voldemort had come hexing at them. Everyone who was there was still safe in the house and even on the lawn.
Harry thought the magical protection would have wore off as soon as he became of legal age, just like Dumbledore had said. But then he remembered something else Dumbledore had told him--love was his strongest weapon. Love was the catalyst for his mother's sacrificial protection. His aunt was the important factor that recharged the magical protection every year. Now that he loved his aunt and his aunt also loved him, it must have strengthened and lengthened the magic due to their newfound love, overriding the protection with a sturdier, stronger one. It was just a guess, but somehow, Harry knew this was true. He could feel it. The magic was still flowing through his veins and into his pumping heart. It explained the magical touches between his aunt and himself and the glowy explosion in the house that time when they had had passionate sex. It couldn't all be a coincidence. Right after the change in relationship with his aunt, he had already sensed a shift in the atmosphere, like a force of an old magic was following him and feeding him a confidence he hadn't before.
Energy rose in him and Harry felt pride, wishing to run to his aunt to tell her this, fighting the desire to take her away right now, marry her and impregnate her. She had saved his life in even more ways than she knew.
"It'd be better to keep you here for now instead of transferring you, Harry, if your mother's sacrificial protection is still holding up," Remus said as everyone examined the property, wands at the ready.
"My aunt's protection," Harry corrected Remus as everyone turned to look at him with a puzzled look. "It's my aunt's protection."
Hermione only shook her head, exasperated, while Ron asked, "Have you gone mental?"
It didn't matter if Harry was mental or not. He had a bigger chance to survive now. He could win Voldemort. And it was all thanks to his Aunt Petunia.
