Harry returned to his bedroom and found Petunia sitting on the edge of the bed, her body still trembling with the aftermath of their intense encounter. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of pleasure and exhaustion.
"Petunia," Harry commanded, his voice firm and authoritive. "Go take a cold shower. Calm down."
Petunia hesitated, her gaze flickering between Harry and the bathroom. She knew that the shower would do little to soothe the ache and the trembling that had taken hold of her body, but she also knew that Harry's command was not to be disobeyed.
"Yes, Harry," she whispered, her voice submissive. "I'll go."
She slowly rose from the bed, her movements stiff and sore. She grabbed a towel from the bathroom and wrapped it around her shoulders, trying to gather her strength. With one last glance at Harry, she turned and walked towards the bathroom, prepared to follow his orders.
Petunia stepped into the bathroom, the tile cold against her bare feet. She turned on the faucet, adjusting the temperature until a stream of icy water poured forth. As she waited for the water to warm up, she heard the door creak open behind her.
"Harry," she whispered, a tremor of anticipation running through her body. "You're coming in?"
Harry stepped closer, his naked form glistening in the dim light. "Of course," he murmured, his voice husky with desire. "I'm not done with you yet."
He pressed himself against her back, his hands roaming over her curves, cupping her breasts and kneading the soft flesh. Petunia gasped, her body responding instinctively to his touch. She leaned back into him, arching her back to push her breasts further into his palms.
Harry's lips found the nape of her neck, his teeth grazing her skin as he began to suckle at the sensitive flesh. His hands moved lower, sliding down her stomach and between her legs, finding her slick and ready.
"Please," Petunia whimpered, her voice thick with need. "I need you."
Harry chuckled, the sound low and dark. "You'll get what you need," he promised, his fingers dipping inside her, teasing her entrance. "But first, you'll have to work for it."
He spun her around, pressing her against the tiled wall. His cock was hard and throbbing, the tip glistening with pre-cum. He positioned himself at her entrance, rubbing the head of his cock against her folds, teasing her with the promise of penetration.
Petunia squirmed, her body desperate for his touch. She needed him inside her, needed him to fill her completely. "Harry, please," she begged, her voice breaking. "I can't wait any longer. I need you now."
With a swift thrust, Harry impaled her on his cock, his thick shaft sinking deep into her tight heat. Petunia cried out, her body stretching to accommodate his size.
As Harry continued to thrust into Petunia, he could feel his stamina beginning to wane. Despite his divine nature, even he couldn't maintain this level of intensity forever. Finally, with a last, deep thrust, he buried himself as far as he could and came, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his seed.
Petunia gasped, her body trembling with the aftershocks of their coupling. She had never felt so full, so complete. Harry's cock remained inside her, his semen leaking out around his shaft and trickling down her thighs.
Without a word, Harry lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the bathroom, across the hallway to Vernon and Petunia's bedroom. He laid her down on the bed, his cock still buried deep within her.
"Sleep," he murmured, his voice soft and commanding. "We'll continue this in the morning."
Petunia nodded, her eyes already drooping. She felt so exhausted, so spent. Harry lay down beside her, his arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her close.
As they drifted off to sleep, Harry's lips found Petunia's nipple, his tongue tracing lazy circles around the sensitive bud. He suckled gently, drawing the nipple into his mouth and swirling his tongue around it.
Petunia stirred, her body responding even in sleep. She arched into his touch, her nipple hardening against his tongue. Harry's cock twitched inside her, his body stirring from its slumber.
As the night wore on, Harry continued to tease her, his lips and tongue working her nipples until they were hard and aching. His cock remained inside her, a constant presence that kept her body primed and ready.
Eventually, as the first light of dawn crept into the room, Petunia stirred, waking from her deep slumber. She felt Harry's cock inside her, his lips still attached to her nipple. She smiled, her body already responding to his touch.
"Good morning," she whispered, her voice soft and husky. "It seems you're already awake."
Harry lifted his head, his eyes glinting with dark amusement. "I've been awake for some time," he murmured, his voice low and dangerous. "And I think it's time we got started on our day."
Petunia shivered, her body trembling with anticipation.
Harry continued to tease Petunia, his fingers rubbing gently on her nipples as he watched her squirm and stir. He knew that he didn't have much time before dawn broke and the rest of the world would start to stir.
"Petunia," he murmured, his voice husky with desire, "I want you to suck on my cock. Deep in your throat."
Petunia's eyes widened at the request, her body trembling as she considered the task. She knew that she couldn't refuse him, not now that he had taken control of her body.
"O-okay," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of fear and anticipation.
She maneuvered herself on the bed, careful not to disturb Harry's still-hard cock. She wrapped her lips around the tip, her tongue circling the base as she drew him further into her mouth. Harry groaned, his body responding to her touch.
As Petunia continued to suck on Harry's cock, she felt the length of him stretching her throat, forcing her to swallow the last of his remaining semen. The taste was thick and potent, but she couldn't resist the pressure of Harry's command.
When she had finished, Harry chuckled softly, his mind racing with amusement at the sight of Vernon standing helplessly in the corner of the room. His eyes met the older man's, and Harry couldn't help but laugh at the frustration and rage that he saw reflected in Vernon's gaze.
"Petunia," Harry commanded, "I want you to get out of bed and make me breakfast. Something light."
Petunia nodded, her body aching from her ordeal, but she knew that she had no choice but to obey. She got out of bed and went to the bathroom, her mind foggy and her body heavy.
As she began to make breakfast, Harry waved a hand, his body disappearing under the covers. He emerged moments later, freshly bathed and dressed, ready to take on the day.
"Vernon," he called out, his voice echoing through the room. "Dudley, come in here. We need to discuss a few things."
Vernon and Dudley entered the room hesitantly, their eyes fixed on Harry. They both looked relieved when he announced that their breakfast was just salad.
"Eat," Harry commanded, gesturing to the bowls that Petunia had prepared. "We have a lot to talk about."
Vernon stared at Harry, his face a mask of impotent rage. He wanted to scream, to rage, to tear Harry limb from limb. But he couldn't move, couldn't speak. His body was under Harry's control, and there was nothing he could do about it.
"Vernon," Harry said, his voice dripping with condescension. "From now on, you will work. You will earn money for me. I could make money myself, of course, but where's the fun in that?"
Vernon's face twisted with fury, but he couldn't speak, couldn't protest. He was helpless, a puppet dancing on Harry's strings.
"And Dudley," Harry continued, turning his attention to the pudgy boy. "You will do the housework. Cleaning, washing dishes, all of it. Your mother won't be doing any of that anymore."
Dudley's eyes widened in shock, but like his father, he was powerless to resist. His body twitched involuntarily, already under Harry's control.
Finally, Harry turned to Petunia. "As for you, my dear," he said, his voice low and seductive, "I think it's time we made you a little more... presentable."
With a wave of his hand, Harry unleashed a torrent of magical energy, his power washing over Petunia in a glowing wave. She gasped as she felt her body changing, her skin tightening, her figure slimming and firming. Her hair grew thicker, her face losing its tired lines and wrinkles.
When the glow faded, Petunia looked like a completely different woman. She was beautiful, her figure lithe and youthful, her skin smooth and glowing. She looked to be in her late twenties or early thirties, a far cry from the tired, aging woman she had been mere moments before.
"Now," Harry said, a wicked grin spreading across his face, "you're ready to serve me properly."
He glanced at Vernon and Dudley, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. "And you two are ready to begin your new lives as my obedient servants. Isn't that right?"
Vernon's eyes blazed with hatred, but his body remained still, his mouth sealed shut. Dudley trembled, his eyes wide with fear.
Harry stood in front of the large, ornate mirror in his bedroom, admiring his reflection. In the year since he had taken control of the Dursleys' lives, he had undergone a transformation of his own. His once-boyish features had sharpened, his jawline becoming more defined, his muscles more toned. His eyes gleamed with an otherworldly light, and his smile was devastatingly charming. He was, quite simply, the kind of man that women dreamed about and men envied.
Behind him, Petunia bustled about the room, preparing for his lavish eighteenth birthday celebration. She had been his faithful lover for the past year, her body always ready and willing to serve his needs. She had lost herself to him completely, her mind and soul consumed by her desire to please him.
Vernon and Dudley, on the other hand, had been reduced to mere shadows of their former selves. Under Harry's cruel command, they had worked themselves to the bone, their bodies whittled down to nothing more than skin and bones. Only Harry's magic kept them alive, their sole purpose now to serve their divine master.
As the sun rose on Harry's eighteenth birthday, a loud knock sounded at the door. Petunia hurried to answer it, returning moments later with a thick envelope emblazoned with the Hogwarts crest.
"Your acceptance letter, my love," she purred, handing it to him with a coy smile.
Harry took the letter, his eyes scanning the familiar words. Everything was in order; he would be starting his first year at Hogwarts in just a few weeks.
He grinned, a wicked gleam in his eye. The thought of all the beautiful young witches he would soon have access to made his cock twitch with anticipation.
"Petunia," he called out, his voice dripping with desire. "Come here. It's time for your birthday present."
Petunia hurried over to him, her body trembling with need. She knew what he wanted, what he always wanted. She dropped to her knees, her mouth open and waiting.
But before he could indulge in his usual morning pleasures, there was a commotion downstairs. Harry frowned, annoyed by the interruption.
"Vernon," he called out, his voice sharp and commanding. "Take care of it. Now."
Moments later, Vernon shuffled into the room, his body trembling with exhaustion.
"Petunia," Harry commanded, his voice low and seductive, "help me get dressed. And then perhaps we can steal a few more minutes for ourselves, hmm?"
Petunia shivered with anticipation, her body already responding to his words. She had been Harry's loyal lover for the past year, her every waking moment devoted to pleasing him. She would do anything he asked, no matter how depraved or shameful.
She moved to Harry's wardrobe, selecting a crisp white shirt and a pair of tailored black trousers. She helped him dress, her fingers trembling as they brushed against his skin. She could feel the heat of his body, the power that seemed to radiate from him in waves.
As she buttoned his shirt, she leaned in close, her breath hot against his ear. "What would you like me to wear today, my love?" she whispered, her voice dripping with desire. "I want to look perfect for you."
Harry turned, his eyes darkening with lust as he looked at her. "Wear something that shows off your curves," he murmured, his hand sliding down to grip her hip possessively. "I want everyone to know that you belong to me."
He pulled her close, his lips claiming hers in a searing kiss. She melted into him, her body molding to his as she returned his kiss with equal fervor.
"Dudley," Harry called out, his voice sharp and commanding. "Get your ass back out here and start scrubbing the floors. I want them spotless for my party."
Dudley scurried out of the room, his eyes downcast. He knew better than to argue with Harry; the consequences were too severe. He grabbed a mop and began scrubbing the floors, his movements jerky and awkward.
As he worked, he couldn't help but think about his cousin. He had changed so much in the past year, his once-boyish face now sharp and handsome, his body lean and muscular. He had a power about him that was almost tangible, a darkness that seemed to lurk just beneath the surface.
Dudley shuddered, his hand shaking as he scrubbed. He remembered the way Harry had looked at him that first day, his eyes glinting with malice and amusement. He had known then that his life was over, that he would be nothing more than a servant to his cruel, divine master.
He scrubbed harder, his heart pounding in his chest. He could hear the sounds of laughter and chatter drifting from inside the house, the guests arriving for Harry's party. He knew that they would all be fawning over his cousin, begging for his attention and approval.
But not him. He would always be on the outside, looking in, forever trapped in a world of his own making.
As the sun climbed higher in the sky, Dudley finally finished his task. He stepped back, admiring his handiwork. The floors gleamed in the sunlight, not a speck of dust or dirt visible.
He sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat. There was no escape from his fate, no way out of the hell that Harry had created for him.
The party raged on, the house filled with laughter and music. Harry mingled with the guests, his smile charming and his eyes sparkling with mischief. But despite the many beautiful faces and bodies surrounding him, he couldn't shake the feeling of boredom. None of these people interested him, none of them held any appeal.
They were all famous celebrities, the cream of the crop, the most sought-after stars in the industry. But to Harry, they were nothing more than pawns to be used and discarded at his whim. He had invited them solely because he wanted to waste his money, to prove to himself that he could afford anything he wanted.
As the night wore on, the guests began to leave, their faces flushed with alcohol and their bodies swaying from the music. Harry watched them go, his expression bored and disinterested. He had gotten what he wanted from the party, and now it was time to move on to more satisfying pursuits.
"Petunia," he called out, his voice low and seductive. "Come here. I need you."
Petunia appeared instantly, her eyes shining with desire. She knew what Harry wanted, what he always wanted. She dropped to her knees, her mouth open and waiting.
Harry groaned as she took him in, her tongue swirling around his shaft as she sucked him deep. He fisted his hands in her hair, holding her in place as he thrust into her mouth. She gagged and choked, her body trembling with need.
Finally, he pulled away, his cock throbbing and hard. "On the bed," he commanded, his voice rough with desire. "I want to fuck you."
Petunia scrambled to obey, her body aching with need. She spread her legs wide, inviting him to take her. Harry obliged, his cock driving deep into her tight heat. She screamed, her body convulsing with pleasure as he pounded into her.
As they fucked, Harry couldn't help but think about the future. He had his acceptance letter to Hogwarts, and he knew that a whole new world of possibilities awaited him there. Beautiful witches, eager to please him, to worship him as the divine being he was.
He grinned, his teeth bared in a cruel smile. He couldn't wait to get his hands on them, to bend them to his will and make them submit to his desires.