Chapter 50 Aunt Petunia R18+

Harry's fingers brushed the cool surface of the charmed ring in his pocket, its magic a gateway to his personal pocket universe—a secret domain untouched by time, interference, or the prying eyes of Hogwarts. With a pulse of magic, the air shimmered, the world bending around him, and in an instant, he stood within his hidden sanctuary. Warmth enveloped him, a stark contrast to the dungeon's chill, the air thick with the scent of jasmine and silk, the room aglow with soft, golden light from floating orbs. At its center, on a plush velvet bed draped in crimson, lay Petunia Dursley, her body wrapped delicately in silk ribbons, her blonde hair fanned across the pillows, her curves accentuated by the delicate fabric. She was a vision, her pale skin glowing, her eyes heavy with desire, a knowing smile curving her lips.

"Merry Christmas, Harry," she purred, her voice a sultry caress, her body shifting slightly, the ribbons straining against her breasts, a gift begging to be unwrapped.

Harry's smirk widened, his cock stirring as he stepped closer, his boots silent on the plush carpet, his presence commanding. "Merry Christmas, Petunia," he replied, his voice low, laced with hunger, his eyes drinking in her form—his aunt, his slut, his perfect plaything, bound to him by desire and domination.

Petunia didn't wait for further words, her hands deft as she reached for him, freeing his cock from his trousers, her fingers trembling with eagerness. She took him into her mouth, her lips wrapping around his thick shaft, sucking hard, her tongue swirling over the head, her eyes locking onto his, their dazzling green depths burning with lust. Harry groaned, one hand gripping the bedpost, the other tangling in her hair, guiding her as she bobbed her head, her lips popping around him, the wet sounds filling the room. Fuck, she's perfect, he thought, his cock hardening, the sight of her majestic eyes gazing up at him—alluring, sexy, utterly his—driving him wild.

Petunia alternated between sucking and licking, her tongue tracing the length of his manhood, every motion precise, designed to make him twitch, his blood rushing south. She knew his body, knew how to stoke his desire, her lips gliding over his shaft, her throat opening to take him deeper, her slobber coating him, dripping onto the silk sheets. "Oooh, Slut, that's so hot," Harry groaned, his voice rough, his hips rocking slightly, urging her on.

Petunia craved more, her body humming with anticipation, hoping he'd take control, fuck her face as she deserved. Her wish came true as Harry tightened his grip on her head, driving his cock deeper, pulling out almost entirely before shoving it back down her throat, the force making her gag, her eyes watering but never breaking contact. "Slut!" he groaned, his voice a growl, his thrusts relentless, pulling out only to plunge back in, her loud slurping a testament to her hunger, her need for his seed, her hands fondling his heavy balls, aching to spill.

She leaned in, blowing him with desperate fervor, licking from head to base, her tongue worshipping every inch, her fingers squeezing his testicles, urging him closer to release. Harry's thrusts grew frantic, his cock slamming into her mouth, her moans vibrating around him, "Mmm! Mmm, hmmm, hmmm," her lustful eyes narrowing, her throat swallowing him whole, the sight of his aunt—so depraved, so his—pushing him to the edge.

"That's it, that's perfect," Harry groaned, his voice thick with pleasure, his hands gripping her head, throwing himself into fucking her mouth, her soft fingers milking his balls, the tingle building. "You know what I want… and I know what you want."

Petunia's tits spilled from her lingerie, bouncing as she tilted back, drinking his cum as he erupted, the thick load flooding her mouth, her throat working to swallow the divine gift, her moans muffled, her eyes fluttering with ecstasy. "Master tastes good," she gasped, pulling back slightly, licking her swollen lips, making a show of swallowing the rest, her hand brushing his cock, teasing his package. "Slut likes."

Harry's eyes burned with lust, his smirk sharp as he gazed at her, her grin wicked, her body begging for more. "So, how about it?" Petunia asked, her voice a sultry challenge. "How about you unwrap your present, master?"

"Looks like these are already almost unwrapped," Harry replied, his hands tearing the silk from her body, freeing her perfect breasts, their firmness begging for his touch, her nipples stiff, demanding attention. He squeezed them hard, admiring their suppleness, drawing a soft, succulent sigh from Petunia, her body arching into his touch, her pleasure spiking as he pinched her nipples, milking them with expert precision.

Harry pushed into her, her arms wrapping around him, their bodies meeting in a clash of desire, her eyes glinting with thinly veiled lust. He knew her every trigger, his hands roaming her curves, making her quiver, her pussy dripping as he thrust into her, his cock stretching her tight cunt, her moans loud, her MILF tits dancing before his face. He groped her, her squeals of lust fueling him, her body responding to every touch, her nipples hardening as he squeezed, her pussy clamping down, bubbling with need.

"Suck on them, master," Petunia breathed, her voice desperate, her swollen breasts—enchanted to lactate, their size amplified—pressing against his face, their weight heavy, inviting.

Harry obliged, his lips closing around her nipple, sucking hard, drawing warm, sweet milk, the taste making his cock throb, his tongue swirling, her moans deep as she stroked his messy hair, urging him on. "Yes, master, do it, drink up," she panted, her body trembling, her pussy tightening around him, her horniness overwhelming as he fucked her deeper, his hands gripping her hips, thrusting relentlessly.

"Love this, love my tits being sucked by my master," Petunia moaned, her voice raw, her body shaking as Harry moved to her other breast, his teeth grazing her nipple, her milk flowing, his cock pounding her cunt, her orgasm building. He slid a finger along her lower back, sending shivers through her, his hands blurring over her body, ending at her hips, driving deeper, her cries of pleasure echoing in the pocket universe, the golden orbs flickering in time with her gasps.

"Does my slutty aunt like that?" Harry asked, his voice a growl, his thrusts punishing, his cock filling her completely.

"YES!" Petunia cried, her voice breaking. "SLUT LIKES THAT VERY MUCH! SHE LOVES WHEN MASTER FUCKS HER LIKE THAT!"

Harry gripped her ass, thrusting harder, her pussy so close to exploding, her body trembling, her moans desperate. He felt her edge, his momentum unrelenting, his cock driving her to climax, her cunt clamping down, her orgasm ripping through her, her scream raw, her hands grabbing his head, pulling him closer, her body his to command, his cock warmer, his slut.

"You're such a slut, Slut," Harry growled, his voice thick with dominance, his cock relentless, her pussy milking him, her submission absolute.

"Yes, master's own personal slut and cum dump," Petunia agreed, her voice a moan, her body shaking as he flipped her, screwing her doggy-style, his hands gripping her hips, his cock ramming deep, her ass bouncing with each thrust, her moans loud, her pussy dripping.

"Such a lovely slut," Harry said, his voice low, teasing. "I hear you every night, masturbating in your dreams, screaming about my cock. How much do you like it when you wake up to my cock in your mouth?"

"I LOVE IT!" Petunia screamed, her pussy clenching, craving his seed, her body spiraling, her orgasm building again as he slid his hands over her, sending her over the edge, her cunt tightening, her moans intense.

Harry felt his own release nearing, his balls heavy, his cock throbbing, but he savored every moment, his aunt's perfect cunt milking him, her submission fueling his power. "Slut needs your seed, master," Petunia breathed, her voice desperate, her body trembling, her pussy working to empty him, to please him.

"Well, one more time," Harry said, his voice a promise. "This is going to be delightful."

Petunia moaned, her body agreeing, her pussy clamping down as he rode her, his thick balls slapping her thighs, his thrusts hard, fast, her moans sexual, intense. "After you," he said, his voice commanding, but Petunia was too lost in her orgasm to respond, her body shaking, her cunt creaming, her climax relentless as he touched her deepest spots, her control shattered.

Harry let go, his seed spilling deep into her pussy, her cunt closing tightly, milking every drop, her moans loud, her body trembling as he filled her, the pleasure overwhelming. He pulled out, his cock glistening, and Petunia turned, wrapping her arms around him, straddling him before he could recover, her body pressing against his, her moans deep as he caressed her, worshipping her with kisses, her skin soft, her scent intoxicating.

Harry's hands roamed her curves, his lips grazing her neck, her breasts, her moans encouraging him, her body his to command, her submission his triumph. The pocket universe hummed around them, the golden orbs pulsing, the air thick with their passion, Harry's power absolute, his Christmas gift claimed, his night far from over.