(Warning, it's rated M- XXX- Just a dark fantasy. There's homewrecking and other stuff in that vein in this one. Read at your own discretion)
The train goes away...the scar has not hurt in 19 years…
It is everything that Harry Potter could have hoped for. Perfect children, a family that would never leave him… the most supportive wife and lover any man could ever ask for...as a wise man once told him, if he were to look into the Mirror of Erised, he would see his life exactly as it was now.
They all leave the train station. Now that they are grown, they can just apparate to their next location. For Hermione, she is off to the ministry. For Ron, it's off to the store, lots of Weasley joke products to sell. Ginny, Harry's perfect, attractive, and glamorous wife... Ginny gave Harry's cheek a kiss, then she helped her daughter do the same, and they aparate to their home. For Harry, they all know where he is going. Off to work… off to adventure… off to keep saving the wizarding world as an Auror.
But as Harry reappears from his cloud of smoke, Harry is not on his way to work.
Harry is in Knockturn Alley.
He can't be seen. It is a secret meeting, and Harry owned the most powerful invisibility cloak in existence, so he learned better than most to hide his identity. If anyone saw him… it would all end.
Soon, Harry found the building. It is unremarkable on the outside, but most would know what place it is. The Witch that lived inside of it was feared by all… she had the power to make, break and ruin lives. No matter how powerful they were, they all knew that this was one of the most dangerous homes in all of London.
Harry entered the house. It was open to him. He removed his cloak. He took out his wand. The home was the picture of perfect. It represented a person that was succeeding… that was in control.
"Ah, just on time… peachy..."
Harry's heart skipped a beat. The sound of her voice… Harry felt such anger…
"Well, come now luv, I'm very busy..." the voice called out to Harry. It is a shrill voice. Harry felt anger… and that anger was turning to shame…
"If you want it… you better get on with it, Potter..."
And with that, she stepped out. Harry's shame, his anger, and his disgust boil over. His scar hurts, from the migraine the woman caused him just by her presence.
There is Rita Skeeter. The reporter… the gossip hag of the wizarding world. The blond woman was a thorn in Harry Potter's side for most of his life. She wrote whatever she wanted about the boy, spied on him and sensationalized him… and damaged him and those he loved, both outside their family and inside. She is made up, a tight gold dress that hugs her tight, small body. Of course she is wearing heels… Rita thought the world was hers to do with, fuck the consiquences, and she was always ready to walk over anyone to get what she wanted.
"And you do want it… don't you Potter?"
Harry took a step towards Rita. Her magical quill moved in the air, the scratching filled his ear. Harry towered over Rita. He looked down at his small frame. Rita just smirked up at Harry. It is a confident smirk, and Harry hated it now as he hated when he first met the gossip writer.
Harry is filled with anger, with guilt, with shame…
And with desire…
"Oh, yes..." Rita teased the powerful Wizard. She knew that look. The look of Harry Potter… unable to take his eyes away from her powerful red lips, "You have something juicy for me this time… come on, boy… out with it… you do want me after all, right?"
Harry wanted Rita Skeeter… Harry needed Rita Skeeter… just like he had so many times before.
"Yes..." Harry bent down. He knelt below Rita… below the sexy and snarky older woman… "Yes I want it… I want you… I need you so bad, Mrs. Skeeter...my mistress..."
Rita showed Harry her high heeled shoe. Harry kissed it. He kissed it… and began to moan, hoping there would be more he could do with Rita… more he could worship...
"Oh, luv… of course you do…" Rita bent down toward Harry. She put her hand on his cheek… that got Harry's cock going. Every touch Rita gave him got Harry going…
"Time to tell me all your new secrets Potter… once I take you for a nice, hard shag..."
In a moment of magic, Harry potter is naked. He is erect, and he is panting to the clothed form of Rita Skeeter. She grabbed Harry's large cock, and with a cocky walk, Rita took Harry Potter to her bedroom. She wanted to play with him… now that she groomed him into such a fun and obidient sex toy...
"So, who's feeling up to sharing?"
When he met Rita, Harry was fourteen, and was way over his head. Barely able to talk to girls, Harry was thrust into the Triwizard Tournament, and everyone wanted him to fail. He did not think about much when he met Rita, who was just there to write some sort of article about the Tournament. Harry had no understanding of what journalists were really like.
"Should we start with the youngest? Lovely... "
But then Rita dragged Harry into that closet. She took him, sat him down… and got so close to him… Harry did not understand that she was inappropriately close to the young Wizard.
"Hmm… This is cozy… " Rita hummed to Harry. He was right in his ear. Her tight Green and Gold jacket then grazed Harry's chest…
Then she sat Harry down… But Rita Skeeter did not move away… she just stayed above Harry, and Harry felt surrounded by the older, blond woman.
"...Concerned?" Rita went on, dominating Harry with long, fast questions.
It was sexually very confusing. Being so close, so invaded by her… it overwhelmed Harry. She was insulting him with each question, and Harry just kept looking at her. She was sexy to Harry, not having many mature women in his life… and she was so close to him. He smelled her scent, felt her breathe and just stared deeply into her thick, red lips...
Harry knew it was wrong to think of this woman sexually… but the way she moved, the way she spoke… it felt to Harry like she was leading him on.
Once it was over… and once Rita started to write those horrible, inaccurate articles about him… Harry's fascination with Rita Skeeter grew. He pretended he was angry about it all, and deep down Harry was angry Rita was lying about him to so many people. But what disturbed Harry was that Rita was getting away with it. Rita was lying, and people thought those lies were real. And Harry just took it. He fell for every one of Rita's traps. She outsmarted him, she distracted him… she seduced Harry, and now, she controlled Harry's entire story.
Soon, as he replayed that day in the closet, over and over again… all Harry could do was masturbate. He did not know why, but his fourteen year old mind just wanted that moment to keep happening… again and again… and he wanted to experience being that close to RIta again. He fantasized about that moment… about being trapped with Rita… about Rita doing more to Harry… taking Harry in wrong and inappropriate ways.
Almost every night, as he tried to survive the tournament, Harry thought of Rita… the smug… arrogant… and intoxicating woman that was strutting around the castle, getting away with whatever she wanted. As Harry came… over and over again… he thought about all the things he wanted Rita to do to him… he wanted Rita to kiss him, to bring Harry into her breasts, to wank his hard cock in her gloved hands… if Rita told Harry to kiss her big, sexy ass… Harry would have gotten down on his knees, puckered up… and cum in his pants from licking his sexual tormentor…
He worked with Hermione to take Rita down. The whole while, Harry Potter masturbated to Rita… all year long. It got worse and worse. Soon he started to have dreams. Rita was in skimpy, revealing clothing. The Gossip-Witch made Harry choose between her and Hermione… promising that if Harry chose her, Harry could suck on her breasts… like a baby. One time, Harry dreamed that he was giving Rita an interview… an interview where he was giving quotes that let Rita turn him into what she wanted… a rebel that was reckless and out of control… all the while Harry was on his knees, licking Rita's heavenly pussy. He woke up, stained with cum, and fell to sleep crying, wondering if he was a pervert for imagining these things.
When Harry saw Rita at the Yule ball, in a gown that showed just too much cleavage… that was when he broke… a few days later, after his obsession with Rita's body was ruining Harry's focus… making him want to do anything to feel her skin... He went back to the closet… the one that Rita had cornered him in… and he wanked. He wanked there… hoping that, somehow, Rita might come in… and he could worship the older woman in person…
He came. His pants were down, his cock was in his hand. He had a large orgasm, and he yelled Rita's name so loud that anyone could hear him.
It was so pathetic, that Harry needed to stop… if he did not stop, control himself, and get over his confused and obscene obsession with Rita… he might never come back from the brink. Things picked up in his life, Hermione caught Rita and put her in her place… and that helped a bit.
After the fourth year… as Harry began to date and gain some confidence… Harry could put Rita out of his mind. Soon, his world was turned upside down… and even having Ginny, the right, supportive girlfriend… Harry needed to put it all on hold. Nothing mattered to Harry but winning the war. Even when Rita published her takedown of Dumbledore, after she ruined his hero's name in the wizarding world, Harry had far more to think about than the sexy blond that haunted his fantasies as a younger man. Harry needed to be the man the world needed… and to his own shock and surprise, he became that man.
They all thanked him, they all believed in him and he became a symbol that the wizarding world could rally behind to rebuild. And over the next few years, Harry became a big part of rebuilding the wizarding world. He became an Auror, and many felt much safer knowing that the great Harry Potter, the Chosen One, was out there stopping bad Wizards from doing wrong.
But after the final battle, after the world had been saved by his courage and bravery... Harry agreed to an interview with Rita. He wanted to clear Dumbledore's name. It was expected of him, and he was ready to confront Rita as a man… as a hero.
Rita met Harry in a cafe in Diagon Alley. She was made up, and wearing a sleeveless dress.
"Good to see you, Harry..." Rita shot him a smile. Then she winked at the young man, "Isn't this place cozy?"
In moments… mere moments… the sexual confusion came back to Harry. He was no longer the champion of the wizarding world… Harry was a boy, in a closet, being tempted by a sexy witch with a cocky attitude and nice tits…
And throughout that meeting, Rita activated all of Harry's desires. It was like she was playing him, like a teenager, and Harry's hormones controlled him the entire time they were together. Rita touched Harry, she moaned after each of her laughs… she breathed on him, and let her eyes linger over Harry's body, as if she was inviting him to take in her figure… She was supposed to be professional, and she was meant to treat Harry, this great hero, with respect.
But her entire body was telling Harry that there was something there… that all of those fantasies, all of those needs Harry once had for the mean Rita Skeeter… Harry could live them out.
Rita was giving Harry the signals, the signals that he now understood. Rita was communicating that Harry could take her if he wanted her. Harry barely thought about who he was now, or his beautiful young wife at home. RIta was making his cock hard, and Harry had no idea how to make those feelings go away.
The meeting and the interview were a disaster. Harry made no quotes that would restore Dumbledore's reputation. Harry denied none of Rita's suggestions that there was corruption in the ministry, or that he was actually a wild, philandering fame seeker. Harry was too overwhelmed to defend himself or his friends. He just wanted to know if Rita tasted as good as he always imagined she would. The sexy blond in front of him had all the power… and they both knew that Rita could control how the world saw Harry now.
"This was lovely, dear." Rita told Harry. He was shocked it was over… and Harry was horrified when he realized that he did not want it to end, "I think we should keep meeting like this, yes? Give my good readers all the ins and outs of what makes Harry Potter... tick..."
Harry was overwhelmed by her now. He was a small boy… and he wanted to be owned by her. And the smug smile plastered on Rita's face told him that he knew Rita understood how deeply he wanted her.
"Well… whatever… whatever you..." Harry choked back. He was glued to Rita. He was ashamed. Harry was married. But Harry could not stop looking. He wanted this for so long… he wanted Rita Skeeter…
"I thought so, Mr. Potter..." Rita chuckled. She took a step away from Harry. Harry was glued to her ass in her tight dress the moment it was in view. Rita sensed this. If Harry could see Rita's face at this moment, he would see Rita looking triumphant. Rita knew she had Harry… she knew he was hers…
Without turning around, the witch held her hand out. It stayed in the air, confident that it would get what it wanted. The hand was a dark offer to Harry… to take it and go with her.
"And, if you wanted Mr. Potter… you could come with me for… well, let's call it a spot of tea, yes? Give me one more… scoop… into who the REAL Chosen One really is?" She just kept her hand in the air. Harry's fantasies surged back into him. She was offering him all of them. What man could turn down the first woman, the first obsession, when she was lording her power over him? Rita was goading Harry to go with her… to aparate with her…to be with her the way he dreamed she wanted him…
"Oh… oh Rita..." Harry did not know what to say. He was worried someone might see… that someone might understand. If Harry Potter, the hero of the Wizarding world, was thought to be taking up with Rita Skeeter of all people… when his beautiful young wife was at home…
"Let's go, Potter... " Rita said. She did not turn around. She just held her hand toward Harry. This is how Rita took her lovers… she made them know that they had no choice but to give in to her, "It's a one time offer."
Harry had no control. He had no will. He took Rita's hand, and prayed that no one else saw him. They aparated. He felt her flesh around her as they did. They aparated right into Rita's bedroom… right into the Lion's Den...
Rita took off her glasses. She now turned to Harry. He had become so tall… so strong… such an important and influential man. Though he felt lost in a cloud of lust, Harry was not the first lover Rita had snared this way… Rita was ready to let Harry see just how thoroughly she had cornered him.
"Now, Harry..." Rita came over. She put her hand on Harry's waist. It was everything Harry had ever wanted, "Now… just between us dear… let's see what kind of man you really are..."
Harry was stunned. He saw her… she was sexy… she was sexy because this was Rita Skeeter, the mean old woman that torchured Harry's reputation. This was the woman that vanquished Dumbledore from the good graces of the wizarding world. Rita Skeeter was the woman that could ruin his career, his reputation… and his marriage.
But she was so close to him now. Rita's creamy, white skin was right next to him, all Harry needed to do was to touch it… please it…
Harry tried to think of Ginny… tried to use his virtue and courage to get out of that house. But Rita Skeeter came closer. Harry's clothes were vanishing, just as Rita wanted them to. Now their skin started to touch… Why did Rita's skin need to feel so good?
"There, there, Mr. Potter… " Rita grabbed Harry's cheek. She was such a git, so condescending… but Harry could not resist her touch. He moaned at each embrace. His gorgeous and sexy wife was not even in his mind anymore. It was like Rita was conquering Ginny's very memory now. Within a magical moment, Rita's dress was gone. She was in her bra and panties… sexy, matching, gold bra, gold panties and sexy, black stockings… this was a hot witch, and she knew how to show off her curves. Harry knew now that she was worthy of his obsession… worthy of his worship all those years ago.
"Just relax, and let Rita take care of you..." Rita takes Harry's large hand… and helped it fall onto her waist, "I'll take care of you… my chosen one… just like I take care of all of my sources..."
Her back felt so good. Harry wanted more. Rita lifted her head to Harry. Harry had no control. Harry needed to give Rita all his love… his devotion… his power…
They kiss. Harry melted into Rita's kiss. Rita took Harry, explored his entire mouth the way she wanted to. He tasted like she knew he would. The way all powerful men taste when Rita took their virtue and turned them into her loyal, obedient lovers…
Harry never wanted this kiss to end. It was making his big cock harder than it had ever been. He held her even closer… Rita broke the kiss. Harry wanted more, and Rita moved her hips. It gave Harry a surge, feeling Rita's sexy movement back and forth. Harry kissed her neck… as he always dreamed she might let him.
"Keep going, Harry… keep doing it… keep pleasing me..."
Harry, as though in a spell, knelt below Rita. His hands grabbed her waist, they grabbed her ass, and they explored Rita's body in a way Harry always wanted to explore. Rita loved the feel of Harry's tongue on her skin… knowing that with a movement of her hand… or a snap of her finger… Rita could get Harry to do anything she wanted. Harry was hers, and after grooming the Boy Who Lived, Rita was going to have him worship her sexy body the way she deserved to be worshiped.
Rita seduced Harry. Harry never had a chance. To get where she was today, to become the number one journalist in the wizarding world… Rita needed to know how to control, ensorcel and tame powerful men. As a younger woman, her tight young body did all the work for her. As she aged though, so did her magic. Most people think magic is a set of utilitarian spells… Rita understood it's deeper power though. Magic was finding new ways to grow your personal power. Rita did this through her writing… she became the authority in the wizarding world, and the world conformed to how she saw it. She could build up, or take down anyone she wanted… and the sources she cultivated throughout the years… the men and women that would give her what she told them to give her, so that they could experience Rita's sexy, mesmerizing and unquenchable power. Rita's bedroom was a throne room, and Rita was a queen of the carnal arts. All it cost those who wanted to worship her… to get Rita's pleasure… was a small part of their soul.
It was obvious Harry Potter was going to be someone. That was why Rita cultivated him early. Seduction is not benign in the wizarding world. If a Witch was powerful enough to seduce someone she wanted… she took them. She bound the person to her power, and they became submissive to their wants. It was as simple as that. In the chaos of that tournament, no one had time to stop Rita from confronting a defenseless boy wizard… of ensorcelling him to her abilities. As she now guided Harry Potter to her sex, as she made the most powerful wizard in the world worship her pussy…like her bitch… Rita knew that she would profit a great deal from ensaring him… the fact that she was making a sexy man her fuck-toy, rather than him being home with his own beautiful wife… was just one of the other joys of being Rita Skeeter… the Witch that always got the last word, and always made others satisfy her… even the virtuous Harry Potter.
"On the bed, boy..." Rita ordered Harry, "It's time to make you feel it… it's time to make you feel what a real witch can give to her sweet, loyal, and hard Wizard..."
To Harry, this was the greatest sex of his young life. It was wrong. It was hot. It was like he was that fourteen year old boy… and he was being taken by a sexy, seductive and powerful older witch. As Rita let Harry enter her pussy, Harry was on the verge of cumming right away. And Rita knew how to fuck. She used her body… her body was a powerful magic all on it's own. She hit Harry hard, fast and took her own pleasure before she rocked Harry's world. There was no time to talk, Rita was making her sex-toy moan and spasm as she broke him to her liking.
Harry knew he would not last long. How could he? Every sexual fantasy led to this one… it was all about Rita. it was all about giving Rita Skeeter his cum… giving her power over him, so that he could, if he was good to her, fuck Rita again, and again, and again. As the hot blond bounced on his cock, her perfect tits hitting his face, and her folds taking him over the point of no return… Harry was now going to give Rita Skeeter everything…
"I'm… Oh, Rita… I'm going too..."
"That's a good boy..." Rita bounced harder on Harry's married cock. She bounced and grinded and controlled Harry's entire world, "Be a good boy, Potter… Cum for me! Cum for your Rita!"
And Harry came. He came so hard, and so deep… and like all those years ago, he moaned Rita's name as she shattered his world with her sexual power.
"That's it, Potter… that's how Rita likes her men… " Rita moaned, she came too. Harry had a nice, hard cock, but it was claiming Harry that gave Rita her thrill. It had been a years long seduction, and in the end, Rita claimed Harry like every other man she wanted. Knowing she was a sex-goddess got Rita off more than any man ever could.
She jumped off Harry's cock. She always liked this next part… the part where the man tried to get his virtue back… even though that virtue now belonged to Rita. The reporter put her hand on her waist. It was time to watch the pathetic Harry Potter… as he tried to live with being fucked by Rita.
"No… oh no… oh, oh fuck!" Harry started to panic. He had just cheated on his wife. He just cheated on Ginny… he was a cheater… and nothing would ever change that.
As Harry panicked, Rita just stood there. She saw him squirm. The blond reporter was almost cackling at Harry… he would have nowhere to go now… nowhere, besides where she wanted him to be. She felt a tingle in her sex. It was like her power was growing. Another slave… another conquest…
"This was a… this was wrong, Rita… oh no… how am I ever… never again… Never!" Harry muttered out loud. He just saw Rita, still sexy, but now a clear enemy out to destroy his life. What was worse was that he saw her quill. It was writing, it was drawing… it was showing that this really happened. Rita would always know that she took Harry Potter, and seduced him away from his vows. And Rita was the gossip queen of the wizarding world… he was powerless to stop her from telling others what she just turned Harry into.
"Of course, dear… of course..." Rita teased, "The first time is like this… it's hard to go from such pleasure, to the whole… truth of it all, isn't it?"
Harry looked at Rita. She was evil. She was completely evil… and he came so hard inside of her…
"Your clothing is over there… my spell put it in a nice, neat pile. No reason the clothes should suffer because their man is such a dirty… dirty boy. Go, back to your life... " Rita said, "You'll see our interview shortly, sorry you had nothing to add during our tea time, dear… I guess there were other things on your mind. Other things our mighty hero had to… get off of his chest… " That led to an evil smirk… Harry's shame became anger at that smirk. Rita had all the power now… all of it.
"However..." Rita then came a few steps closer to Harry. Harry could feel her breath again. He could feel the heat from Rita's sexy body, "If you did want to come over… for a comment… or to tell Rita an important story… a juicy story… all you have to do is knock, dear… I'm sure I will manage to find time… for my dear friend, Harry Potter..."
Harry looked terrified. He was never coming back. He was never going to see Rita again. It was insane… Rita was insane. In his anger and self-hatred, Harry magiced his clothing on as quickly as he could. He was never coming back. Never. Harry marched away, determined never to look the cruel, mean woman in her eyes ever again.
"And all it will cost you Harry… all it will cost you to… COME over… to see me again… is information for one of Rita's stories about the famous and reckless Harry Potter..."
Harry then failed. He looked Rita in her eyes. She looked so powerful, and Harry looked so weak. He managed to aparate out.
He managed to spend a few nights, in his shame, with Ginny. Harry hid his guilt well, thanks to practiced Occlumency, but he wanted to throw up every second. He knew he must have been manipulated… Harry knew that after a few days… a few days by himself to sort out why he gave in to Rita, that then he could talk to Ginny, and his friends, and they would work together to try and fix it.
But then, not two nights later, the dreams came back. They were dreams of Harry… in love… worshiping the body of Rita Skeeter.
Harry lasted four nights… before he aparated back. He was back in Knockturn Alley… and he knocked on Rita's door.
The sexy, older woman came out to greet Harry. She was wearing a red nighty. Her body looked incredible in it. Her amazing tits were spilling out. She gave Harry a smug look. Harry put his head down… his need apparent. His shame was no match for his lust… one time was not nearly enough. Harry needed to feel Rita Skeeter again…
"So, before you come in, Mr. Potter..." Rita gloated, at the moment, she was above Harry… above the boy she groomed into her obsessed, sextoy, "Would you confirm a rumor for my next story? It's about you, Harry? I don't need a comment… just a source."
Harry hated being this exposed. He needed to get inside, away from the faces of Knockturn Alley. He was angry at this woman… but he was also so turned on. Rita looked so incredible, and he was dying to caress her skin…
"Fine..." Harry mumbled… it hurt so much… giving in like this…
Rita sneered as Harry said that. Harry knew he needed to try again… he needed to try harder, be more respectful… to his obsession.
"I mean, yes Rita… I'll… I'll give you your story… it's yours. All yours… "
"That's what I fucking thought, Harry..." Rita turned around. Her large, shapely bum was semi-visible through her sheer nighty. She was wearing red panties… small red panties, that let Harry see just how big and fuckable Rita was from behind.
Rita marched Harry into the center of the living room. She circled Harry, like a predator attacking her prey. Harry wanted her to devour him… to own him.
"My next story… that you're going to confirm… " And Rita took her red nighty off. Harry's cock was standing at attention for his lover. He was there to serve Rita's body… he was there to worship Rita, "Are there problems with the Potter Marriage, Harry?"
Harry then growled. She was so cruel. Harry looked deeply into Rita's eyes. They were as seductive as they were all those years ago, when they broke his young soul. Harry knew what he needed to do to get more of Rita. Harry Potter nodded his head… There was definitely a big problem in the Harry Potter, Ginny Weasley marriage.
Rita pulled Harry into her. Harry let her take control, and began to worship Rita's body the way it was meant to be worshiped.
"Take me, Harry… " Rita moaned at her boy. She turned around. She shook her ass in Harry's face. Harry was mesmerized, "Take me from behind. Show me how much the Chosen One want's to fuck his new mistress!"
Harry wasted no time. Rita was bent over. Harry slammed in from the back. It looked sexy as fuck… it felt like Magic. Harry lost all sense of time. He lost all control. Rita, his Rita, wanted Harry potter to be an animal for her. She wanted Harry to prove that he was nothing more than a horny, crazed man… and that he was eager to debase himself to give Rita pleasure. Rita came twice before Harry was ready. It was even better than the last time. Harry was on the edge, but Rita turned her face around to him. She had the control… and Harry had to earn it… he'd have to earn her, every single time…
"If you want it… answer the question, Potter!" Rita moaned. Her next orgasm was coming… Harry was worried that she could deny him his.
"Anything… Anything, Rita… Oh fuck, please… "
"Then tell me… my big, fucking, Gryfyndor stud..."
"Anything! Fuck, i need it, what-"
"Me or Ginny?"
Harry did not stop, but his heart skipped a beat. Rita was asking him, forcing him to choose her or Ginny… his guilt clouded his pleasure…
"I… "
"Who fucks you better, Potter?! Who Takes your big cock better?! Who makes you moan more?! Who makes you cum more!? If you want it, tell me who controls Harry Potter's manhood? Me, or that bitch of a wife? Who's your dream girl!? Who… fuck yes… who would you fuck if you could only have one?! Me or Ginny, Potter? Which one owns you? Which one owns Harry fucking Potter!?"
"RITA!" Harry moaned, "Rita.. Oh fuck...oh shit… I'm Rita's! Fucking! I'm yours Rita! I'm all yours! Rita! Fucking! Skeeter!"
"That's what I FUCKING thought!" Rita yelled. Harry yelled louder. Rita just gave Harry permission to cum, and it was unlike anything Harry had ever experienced in his life.
They laid on the carpet for a long while. Rita is satisfied, Harry is broken. But Harry knew, even though he is broken… he will be back. He needed to come back, and get more from his new mistress.
Harry could no longer go back, he knew he was Rita's boy-toy, her man… her bitch if that's what Rita wanted. Rita had Harry wrapped around her finger, and Harry's ability to resist her faded sooner than the Chosen One wanted to admit.
Soon, as Rita had groomed Harry to grow obsessed with her at fourteen, Rita then started to groom Harry to need her even more as a young adult. Rita introduced Harry to love potions, pleasure spells and magical sex toys. Harry's sexual encounters with Rita grew more wild… more dirty. Rita knew what she wanted, and Harry became the kind of man that could fuck Rita for hours… his mistress milking Harry for all of his valuable information he could give her. His influence went well beyond gossip. Harry was incredibly well connected. He knew things the ministry was planning, which meant Rita's readers would often know them first.
Rita was smart in how she used the information, she knew how far to push things. Sometimes, it was fun for Rita to cut her man loose once he lost his influence… but Harry Potter was the gift that kept on giving. The night Hermione Granger was set to become the minister of Magic, Harry was with Rita, fucking her from behind… declaring his devotion to her. Harry vowed to be Rita's spy, so that his sexy mistress would always have the leg up on Hermione. It was a vengeance Rita could only dream of… and feeling Harry's big cock give her immense pleasure let Rita know that there was nothing anyone could do to stop her. She came so hard, thinking about how deeply she was about to fuck Hermione in the press.
Harry still fucked Ginny. She never knew. Harry's job required traveling, missions, and quests. It was not shocking for Harry to be missing for several days. Sometimes, he would lie, give himself an extra day to spend with his mistress Rita, pleasuring every inch of her body, while giving her every detail of his capture. Harry was a proud father, and Rita was not the least bit interested in messing up his family… beyond being the real master of Harry's cock. Ginny was still so sexy… she gave Harry so much. But Harry was Rita's now. He needed to think of Rita, her mean words, her mean stories, or just the way her body could get Harry off with a thought… and that would be what would help him perform for Ginny. Now that he was older, Rita was starting to play with deeper, crueler magic. Soon, Harry would only be able to cum for Ginny, if he said Rita's name… or maybe soon, Ginny would need to use her ass to make Harry cum… something to escalate Rita's already indomitable power over the Chosen One.
Ginny had no idea that her husband belonged to another woman… but she still had a weird feeling every time she read the Daily Prophet, and saw a story about how her marriage was all a lie.
"Harder! Fuck me harder! Ram me with your fucking wand… Take my pussy, Chosen One!"
In her home, Rita had photos of all her candid moments. All of the lovers she had taken over the years. There were famous wizards, powerful and important men, athletes, and of course, some women that wanted to trade their secrets for the pleasure only Rita Skeeter could provide. The photo's moved, though different lovers were in each photo, the sight of Rita in each one was the same. It was a woman who had dominated and broken a new, useful, slave.
Harry, now groomed to be Rita's ultimate lover and sex-slave, got to see every single picture. It made him more devoted to Rita. She was so powerful… she deserved to own his loyalty, his virtue… and his cock…
Harry just fucked Rita's brains out… As he did most days. He can barely wait a day now… he is so deeply in her power… he needed to be wrapped in her soft, white skin and feel the heat from her perfectly fuckable body. He fucked Rita like a man possessed… like a man obsessed with giving his obsession all of the pleasure he can...
The entire time at the train station… even when comforting his son, Albus, Harry's mind was on his lover. He needed to get back to her. He needed to worship the woman that gave Harry the ultimate pleasure.
They started with missionary Rita's every smile and aphrodisiac to Harry. Rita loved to make out with Harry. He is so much younger than her, but he is so devoted. Most women age out of men's desires. Not this Witch… This Witch only grew more seductive… more in control. Their tongues explored each other's mouths. Harry whispered how much he needed Rita… how much he loved Rita. But Harry did not slow down his pace as he did all those things… Rita did not allow Harry to slow down…
Then, Rita rode Harry, in reverse. She is proud of how hard Harry is for her, even as he is forced to watch her perfect ass go in and out on top of his big cock. She loved every pulse… every moment that Harry wanted to release for her… then stopped himself so he could please her more thoroughly… so he could serve her desires as long as she wanted him to. Rita jiggled her ass on top of her lover… Harry was always more eager, and more vicious, when he was teased. And Rita loved teasing him, every chance she got.
After so many orgasms, Rita finally let Harry cum. Harry had picked Rita up, held her with his strong arms, and driving himself up and into his perfect lover's sex. The Auror used all of his strength to keep her in the air, so she could bounce like a craven whore on his cock. Rita felt her man's arms. He was so strong. Outside these walls Harry was so respected and powerful… and all he wanted was to cum inside his mistress's tight cunt. It was all Harry wanted… and he debased himself, and humiliated his family, just to make sure Rita felt like the powerful Witch she was… the only Witch powerful enough to tame Harry Potter.
As he always did, Harry screamed Rita's name as he came inside of her. He came from the pleasure she gave him… and from knowing that he served his Mistress the way she wanted to be served.
She just used Harry like a mule… and Harry thanked Rita. He thanked Rita for everything. He bowed to her, offered her more, and waited to hear what the owner of his cock wanted.
"How was your boy… nervous about the train?" Rita asked as Harry proved his devotion to his Mistress… by massaging her feet.
"Albus will… he'll be fine… we had a good talk..." At this point, after so many years, Harry told Rita everything… he held nothing back from Rita. Rita then opened her legs for Harry. Harry moaned in anticipation of worshiping Rita's pussy… that he might be worthy to worship Rita's sex. The quill was still writing, it was still telling the story Rita wanted to tell.
"Well good, I can't wait to get your reaction, for the paper, when he gets put into Slytherin..." Rita laughed. She was toying with Harry. Her sex-slave liked it when she lorded her knowledge of his family life over him. It was like she had control over every part of Harry now, just as Harry wanted it.
"Now… Do you have anything? Does my source have any stories… anything to make him worthy to worship Rita today?" Rita teased. She knew Harry would bring something… Harry always had something.
"It's… it's big, Rita… He… Voldemort… he might have had a daughter...it's too early..." Harry got lower for Rita, hoping this bombshell made his mistress happy enough to let Harry please her more. Harry felt no guilt, compromising the safety of others. He was a good Auror, he would not endanger lives… but he was Rita's now… Rita deserved his loyalty… she earned it by being his sexy mistress.
"You'll need to be careful with it, but I promise… you'll tell the whole story when we know it..." Harry drifted closer to his Mistress's sex, sensing that he pleased her well, "You'll get everything…I'll give you everything… Mistress Rita..."
Rita was thrilled by this. It was not every day that Rita got the story of the century. But with control over Harry… with complete control of his every desire… Rita's power would only grow. She imagined the headline, and started to moan as Harry worshiped her sex, the way she trained him to worship. His head was now in her sex.
When Harry Potter heard Rita moan, he almost came himself. She trained Harry well, but he is so attuned to Rita's wants and needs, that knowing that he pleased her is enough to make the famous Harry Potter cum in his pants. He submitted to his Mistress's desires, to her body, to her sexual dominance… and all Harry can do is give her more.