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Chapter 3

The new Mrs. Dursley quietly made his way to the basement. He was determine to do this, needed to do this for the both of them. Every step down arousal burn hotter throughout his body, his nipples and clit were hard, his slick (which was still new to him) was soaking the panties he was wearing. His long hair curtained his body adding to the seductive look he was aiming for.

Harry Dursley hopes his husband likes what is about to happen.

Once he was at the bottom he leaned against the wall to both steady his nerves and calm his body. For he caught sight of his very naked well built husband. Vernon was laying on the weight bench, legs spread with his cock and balls on display. Harry slowly made his way over to his husband. His hands gripped the front hem of his racerback tank top and stretched it down, his large bare breasts threaten to spill out of the neckline. He cocked one hip to the side then bent one knee by pressing his leg up on the balls of his foot.

"Vernon, come to bed." Harry's voice was sweet and breathy.

Vernon put the bar in place then raised his head. "Fuck," he breathed out. His dick was hard instantly.

The older man had dreamed of this day. Of course Harry was in lingerie or completely naked. This was somehow so much better, so much more arousing. He simply didn't know what to say or what to do first. His very tempting wife stood there trying to look seductive and innocent at the same time. Vernon loved that about her.

"I have a better idea, my love." Vernon let his voice drop into a husky growl. He smirked when she shivered and her gorgeous nipples pebbled harder. "Come sit on my lap."

Harry moved to straddle Vernon's hips. He let out a whimpering moan when his husband ripped his tank top with his strong large hands. The same hands that destroyed his panties. Harry loved that pair and knew a quick reparo would fix them, but he still glared at his husband.

"You are going to replace those."

Vernon chuckled knowing fully well that Harry could fix them magically.

"I'll buy you a wardrobe full of sexy clothes. Now get my cock into your pussy."

Harry smiled as he grasped his husband's wrists. He pressed them against the bars on either side of the bench then whispered the incarcerous spell. A shiver when down his spine when Vernon growled ferally. If they haven't been almost attached to the hip Harry would have thought Vernon took the bite from Fenrir. But he knew otherwise, apart from being a very intense dominant of a man when sexually aroused, his muggle husband was changing to match his bloodline. Harry took full advantage of Vernon's dominant side and embraced the changes his magic was doing to his husband. Vernon was embracing it as well as taking it all in stride.

"Tonight I get to lead, husband of mine." He told the older man just before putting a magical cock ring around the base of Vernon's cock and balls. Another feral growl left Vernon as a way to voice his displeasure. Harry ignored it in favour of kissing and tormenting his husband.

The young wizard didn't give the older man the chance to control the kiss. He broke it to trail kisses, licks, and nips along his jaw, neck, and throat. Harry sucked his marks on Vernon's neck at the pulse point, the hollow of his throat, and the spot on his chest where his heart beats. The young teen rubbed his breasts teasingly against the strong, broad, hairy torso before bending down to lick and tease his husband's nipples. Vernon wasn't as sensitive as Harry was, but the small nubs still harden when simulated. Harry licked over every dip and curve of tightly packed muscles, ignoring Vernon's orders to release him. He bypassed the hard purple cock in favour of sucking the tight full balls. He smirked when Vernon fought to break free, he continued sucking each one in his mouth. When his husband started begging to come Harry moved further down.

This wasn't the first time Harry had done this and wouldn't be the last, but it will be the first for what he was about to add. Vernon liked it enough but he was too much of a top to allow Harry to go far. Harry worked within those limits, sucking and licking the furled hole, moaning at the strong taste of sweat and musk. He looked up at his husband as he grasped the purple cock with one hand. Vernon's eyes were dark with lust and burning with dominant need.

"Do it." Vernon ordered darkly. He could see it in his wife's eyes. She was asking for permission.

Harry followed the order, engulfing the large cock in one swallow while at the same time his finger breached the tight hole and found the swollen prostate right away. He smirked around his mouthful when Vernon let out a howl, thrusting up and sending his thick cock deeper into Harry's throat. Harry moaned as he lightly scratched the sensitive bundle of nerves with his sharp nail while swallowing around the head in his throat.

Vernon was going crazy. His gorgeous wife has never played like this before. It was both intense and damn arousing. He didn't know if he wanted it to end. His prostate wanted it to end, it was swollen and fucking sensitive. His wife's manicured stiletto nail was giving it a delicious pleasure pain. His balls were tight and ready to explode, if it wasn't bound by magic he would already be choking Harry with his come. His cock was so hard it was painful, but it was a very arousing pain. Nevertheless Vernon wanted this beautiful cockslut to keep going until her jaw ached and her throat was sore from the constant deep penetration. He liked it when her voice was rough and husky. It was a reminder for both of them that only his dick could do that. Just like he'll have a constant reminder for the next few days when he sat down or jacked off. His reminder that only his wife is allowed to milk his prostate.

And that's exactly what Harry did.

Harry banished the cock ring and let Vernon finally explode down his throat. He milked the swollen prostate while his free hand squeezed and kneaded the heavy sac. Harry prolonged the orgasm, swallowing load after load until his husband had no more to give. Only he didn't allow the cock to soften, he used his magic to keep it hard. Harry moved to straddle his husband again, this time holding the cock and sinking down onto it. He moaned like pornstar as the large cock stretched his cunt. He grinned down at his husband as he rocked his hips slowly. Harry loves watching Vernon struggle against the magical bonds. He was going to drag this out as long as possible. The longer Vernon couldn't touch him the better Harry's punishment would be. And he loves his punishments.

"Harry...oh fuck...your arse is mine when I'm free." Vernon growled. His little wife put that damn cock ring back on. Now he was forced to watch her tease her own pierced nipples and knead those ample breasts. His eyes alternated from her hands to the sensual way she moved her thick rounded hips.

"What will you use?" Harry asked breathlessly, back arching in pleasure when Vernon thrust up sharply.

"I'm going to use our lovely little strap after I use my hand." Vernon spoke the words like a promise. He chuckled darkly when his beautiful wife moaned wantonly.

Vernon knew she was remembering their wedding night. Maybe when they finished here they'll go into their room and watch the video while he spanks her with the strap. It was arousing as hell to fuck his wife when their personal porn is playing in the background. One of these days they are going to recreate that night.

For now Vernon is going to commit this moment to memory. After all its his fantasy made real.

The older man stared at his wife, she really was his own personal Aphrodite. Her thick body was arched as she rode his cock. Her ample breasts continuously bounced with every move she made. Her sharp nails dug into his pectoral muscles as she used his chest as leverage. Best of all he could feel that fat arse bounce off his thighs. But nothing could really beat the tight hot wet walls of her cunt. Vernon simply loves how it fits like a glove around his dick.

"Your pussy was made for my cock." Vernon groaned as he thrust up sharply causing her to let out a keen. He hissed when she clawed down his chest, nails now digging into his belly.

"Only for you, Vernon. It's yours and yours alone. No one else." Harry moaned. It was the truth his pussy was made by his magic for Vernon.

"That's right, baby, mine. You are mine-body, mind, and soul for a long time." Vernon let the possessiveness bleed through. He smirked when his beautiful wife whimpered. "Do you want to come for me, sweetheart?"

"Yes." Harry mewled.

"Then let me go." Vernon ordered, darkly and dominantly.

Harry shook his head. "Nice try, honey." He smiled before turning around.

"Fuck!" Vernon yelled. He now had a nice view of her long back, bared without her long tresses covering it. He followed the long line down to the fat flesh of her arse. His cock throbbed painfully as he watched that fucking bottom bounce and jiggle with every thrust. Vernon started fighting against the magical bonds again. He needed to touch her.

Harry turned his head to look over his shoulder at his husband. Vernon looked absolutely feral. More than once Harry had thought Vernon would make a fantastic werewolf. Harry wouldn't mind having a werewolf for a husband, especially one with multiplied feelings like possessiveness. Everything about Vernon would enhance if he were to be changed simply for the fact that for a muggle Vernon had a magical bloodline. One of his relatives was the granddaughter of Antioch Peverell. The granddaughter bonded to a Greyback, Fenrir's direct line. According to Ragnok, Antonia Peverell-Greyback was turned by her husband before she had their children.

Why Vernon is a muggle? Well Vernon's Great-Great-Grandfather (Fenrir's Great-Great-Grandfather's brother) spurned a Prewitt witch (Molly Weasley's great-grandmother in fact). The witch took the rejection badly and turned it into a curse. All descendants of Vali Greyback will be cut off from their magic and wolf, to live as a muggle.

It certainly explained why his husband was completely possessive and feral at times. Harry knew from the goblins that his magic enhanced those features when it bound them together after they married. The goblins think that Harry's magic broke some aspects of the curse, the wolf part mostly since there was no core detected. Despite being a muggle, Vernon is attuned to Harry's magic. Ragnok told them that if Vernon ever wants to be a werewolf to break the curse further he would need to accept the bite from a direct Greyback wolf-Fenrir. Both Harry and Vernon decided to wait to make any kind of decisions.

Harry was brought out of his thoughts when Vernon let out a deep wolf-like growl.

"Come for me, my love." Harry ordered as he removed the cock ring. His body shuddered at the wolf-like roar his husband let out just before a hot flood of come filled his body. Harry himself mewled like a bitch in heat when his own release took over. He released his husband before succumbing completely.

Vernon was breathing deep and hard, trying to regain control over his body. These new feelings take him off guard sometimes. His wife's account manager had said that everything will settle over time, that right now their bond was still new and needed to settle before Vernon's newly awaken family attributes could settle. So far he was taking it all in stride because it just meant that he was closer to his wife, more connected to her and her magic.

Once he was able to breathe normally and move his limbs, he lifted his love off his cock and pulled her hips up his body, putting her arse and pussy at eye level. His spread the fat cheeks wide. A new flare of arousal burned through him as he stared at her come filled pussy. Vernon attacked right away sucking out his come then driving his tongue deep inside. He spent several long minutes fucking her cunt with his tongue, stopping when she started begging for more.

"Oh you'll get more, sweetheart." Vernon's voice was dark and husky. He sat up carefully moving Harry to lay sideways on his lap. He gave her bottom a hard swat when she wiggled it. It was the only warning she got as he began spanking her. Each one was heavy handed and left an imprint on the honey toned skin. Vernon shivered in lust, his wife was panting his name. He continued on swatting the plump cheeks, her sit spots, and those delectable thick thighs. He wasn't surprised when she let out a wail after he delivered his forty-eighth slap, he swatted her twice more extra hard on her pussy know it would intensify her orgasm.

When she blacked out Vernon stood up with her in his arms and carried her into the bathroom. He carefully laid her in the deep jetted tub and turned the water on. Then he climbed in behind her after collecting the washcloth, her scented soap and the potion vial of muscle relaxant. She kept a stock of it for him, and for them after their more adventurous lovemaking left her too sore to move the next day. It was during those days Vernon was a little more careful with his delicate wife. He would never do anything to harm her. Would never do anything to make her fear him or leave him.

Vernon wanted her in his life for long after he was dead.

(*v*)

The happily married couple were currently in the heated desert of Egypt. Thanks to the goblins Harry was able to get a cursebreaker to take him and Vernon on a tour through the tombs. This was his present to his husband for Vernon's fortieth birthday. It costed a small fortune but it was well worth it. Vernon would get to see some parts of the tombs no other muggle was allowed to see. Vernon would also get to tour the magical market of Egypt, including the market of magical Cairo. The two of them were set to spend a week in the country.

Harry was going to make it memorable for the both of them.

"Did you know that Cleopatra's husband Mark Antony was a squib as well as a werewolf?" The cursebreaker asked them as they walked around the beautifully preserved bedchamber.

Harry looked at the other man. "No, I did not know that."

"It's true, Lady Dursley," the man smiled. "She went against everything and married him. Her people and her family, who also happens to be Slytherins, sided together and demanded that she banish Antony. But she did the opposite and protected him from her family."

Harry tilted his head. "How can that be when her time came before any of the founders' names were established?"

"The Slytherin line comes from the first Naga race. It's where the parseltongue and easy bond any snake breed comes from. Slytherin is the longest line in the magical world. Which is why people hate it the most. No other line traces that far back. Where does your line trace, Lady Dursley?"

Harry smiled. "Gryffindor and Peverell on my father's side. Slytherin on my mother's side."

He was surprised upon seeing the results. His mother's grandmother gave birth to Marvolo Gaunt's bastard son (Lily's father). Harry refuses to think about the fact that he is related to Voldemort.

"And your husband?"

"Vernon's line traces to Antioch Peverell's granddaughter who married a Greyback. He is the direct line to Vali Greyback, Antonia Peverell-Greyback's grandson."

"The cursed werewolf?" The cursebreaker gave them a wide eyed look.

"Yes." Harry nodded.

"It's coincidence that you are here, right?"

"Why do you ask?" Vernon's voice was sharp. He didn't like that way that man spoke to his wife.

"You...you are Mark Antony's heir. How could you not know that?"

"How could you know that?" Harry countered.

The man stood up straight. "It is in the books we discovered in the tombs. Cleopatra and Antony's youngest son disappeared after their death's and his oldest brother's death. There was nothing more about him until fifty years later when his descendent was discovered. There is a small section in one book that mentions the descendent caused a small magical war among Cleopatra's family that were directly linked to the deaths. After that there is a mention of child from Alexander Heilo's line every so often. Until nine seventy-six when the birth of Salazar Slytherin was recorded in the family record books. The only name that appeared, all the others were unreadable except to those who have parseltongue."

"And where are these books?" Harry asked.

"The goblins immediately put them in Slytherin's vault upon discovery."

Harry mentally smirked. Both he and Vernon had access to that vault. He was still processing the fact that in more ways than one he and his husband are related. It is a good thing for them that the relation between them is diluted enough to not effect their children.

"We'll speak to the goblins when we get back, sweetheart." Vernon told his wife as he wrapped his arms around her.

The cursebreaker looked at the couple with surprise written on his face. The overly muscled man didn't strike him as a Peverell much less a Greyback or Slytherin. Where the gorgeous woman in front of him did. She looked every bit like Cleopatra herself mixed with Slytherin's wife Morgana Gryffindor. The striking green eyes and the long dark hair, even with the dyed colors, gave the pretty creature a look of magical royalty. The more he looked at her the more he saw that the way she carried herself told him she was too soft-hearted and fragile. One look at her husband and the way he held her only cemented that fact, her needing someone that physically strong to protect her.

"Yes," he cleared his throat. "Let continue the tour."

"Where to next?" Harry wanted to continue on. He wanted to forget that he and Vernon shared an intimate moment in front of the cursebreaker and told the man too many details of their linage.

"The ritual chamber."

When the cursebreaker was far enough ahead Harry whispered to his husband. "Do I look soft-hearted and fragile?"

"Yes." Vernon answered simply. "Why do you ask?"

"It was in his thoughts. He figures I married you for protection. He also thinks that I look like magical royalty because my features resemble Cleopatra and Morgana Slytherin."

Just ignore it, beloved. Unless of course he was thinking of taking you away from me." Vernon's voice got dark and rough. "Then I'll break his neck right now." He pulled her back into his arms and pressed his lips to her ear. "And for the record you don't look like royalty, you look every bit as sinful as the goddess Aphrodite, but much more beautiful in my eyes."

"Charmer." Harry smiled at his husband. He kissed him quickly the moved out of his arms to follow the cursebreaker.

"Its the truth." Vernon replied as he easily kept close to her side. He didn't miss the way she had shuddered in lust when he whispered in her ears. Honestly the pair of them was too hormonal for their sanity.

"And here is the ritual room." The cursebreaker opened the door.

Vernon pulled Harry closer to his side as they walked into the room. The runes began to glow brightly before the door slammed shut. They could hear the cursebreaker banging on the door yelling for them to open it.

Harry, without much of a warning from Vernon, was being laid on the floor as his husband ravished his mouth. He felt his husband's large hands removed his panties. Harry heard the sound of Vernon's zipper then a thick cock was slammed into his body. Harry broke the kiss to cry out as he was pounded into roughly. The runes around the walls and the floor were brighter, the magic around them danced and weaved together. Harry could feel their bond and souls tangling tightly together, so tight that they would never be parted.

Harry knew right then that one wouldn't be able to live without the other, but their souls would forever be together. It brought tears to his eyes knowing that he and Vernon will never be parted.

Vernon laced his fingers through his wife's and pressed them down above her head. He was taking her with wild abandon, not caring that they were in a centuries old ritual chamber. When the coil deep in his gut tightened something urged him to bite his wife. So he followed that instinct and bit down on her juncture. She cried out his name, her walls clamped down tightly around his dick. Vernon jerked in surprised when his cock couldn't pull out, and he was caught off guard by the sudden orgasm and the howl that left his throat.

Vernon raised his head when he heard purring. "Are you purring, my love?"

"Yes. You are knotted inside me and it feels so deliciously good." Harry spoke with blissful look.

"Is that what this is?" Vernon gave a careful tug.

Harry keened and arched in pleasure. "Oh yes."

Vernon caressed her soft cheek. She was the most precious thing in his life. He happily admitted the she owns his heart, his soul, his mind, and most importantly his body. Everything he has and everything he is is hers until their last breath and even then it is still hers to have. Vernon trailed his hand down her neck to the bite, surprised by how savage it looks but not surprised to see her magic knit the skin back leaving his teeth imprinted as silvery white scars on her honey toned skin. He was also surprised to see black markings, like a tattoo, form around the scars in an intricate design. He'll ask about it later.

"Did I hurt you, my love?"

"No, I'm fine. Better than fine. You, beloved, have more enhanced werewolf attributes. It seems this room brought them out. It remains to be seen if you are affected by the full moon. For now though we need to take advantage of being locked inside this room." Harry grinned at his husband. It didn't go pass his notice that Vernon was wearing a mating rune high on the left side of his chest close to his shoulder. It soon was pushed from his mind as he moaned when Vernon turned him over, cock and knot still buried inside him.

"Your wish, my command." Vernon growled.

(*v*)

Vernon enjoyed the rest of his birthday trip. Harry showed him everything, including things the average non-magical didn't get to see. During the trip he even grew accustomed to his added attributes as Harry calls it. There had been a full moon two days after their time in the ritual chamber. Vernon took Harry to an isolated area and then told her to run. He chased her for an hour, listening to his wolf tell him that he needs to breed their mate. Vernon caught her, his wolf took control, making her submit before ripping her clothes off and taking her like the primal animal it was. Vernon and his wolf bred their beautiful mate until the moon gave away to the sun.

After they slept he and Harry had a long talk about the wolf and what had happened. Vernon didn't want Harry to be scared of him, but it was the opposite. Harry wasn't scared she was lusty and submissive. It drove Vernon crazy with his own lust and randiness. They barely left the bed following the full moon. Vernon, with Harry's help, accepted his wolf right away. He doesn't know if Harry knows that right then he and Wolf became one. Together they can feel their mate, her emotions and how close or away from them she is. They would be able to track her easily.

The one attribute that Vernon didn't control was the further enhanced possessiveness. He growls at everyone that gets too close to his Harry. He also wouldn't let her be more than an arm's length away in public. His beautiful wife more than once assured him that she was okay with that. She even drove the point home several times by dropping to her knees in a semi private area or dropping her panties and bending over for him. Every time it was without spells to ensure privacy and with Harry telling him she didn't care if someone caught them or heard them. Every time that happened Wolf came forward to clamp a hand over her pouty lips and took her quick and hard.

They also discovered that Vernon's diet now consisted of rare meat, undercooked chicken and pork. Harry didn't mind adjusting his cooking for his husband. Then there was also Vernon's body temperature. It now went over a hundred. Harry loves the heat and curls up around his beloved like a cat in the sun. They made plans to get Vernon a goblin healer since muggle doctors would raise alarms over the fevered body heat.

Vernon doesn't transform, but he is still every bit a werewolf. Neither he or Harry mind one bit. In fact they love it.

The day of his birthday his delectable wife woke him with a seductive whine of daddy, and then proceed to ask to be spanked for being naughty. When Vernon opened his eyes he found his wife strapped to a spanking bench. Their strap was at the end of the bed.

Needless to say Vernon thoroughly enjoyed his birthday.

(*v*)

Today was the day for their double celebration. Harry's seventeenth birthday and their first year anniversary. Harry was so excited he couldn't settle down. They had made a deal that Vernon could make plans for Harry's birthday, but Harry was the one who planned their anniversary. Harry had everything set right down to what he would be wearing.

Since it was the weekend they didn't have to worry about Vernon missing work. They were currently counting down the days until Vernon's early retirement. The choice was made when the goblin healer informed them, after their Egypt trip, that Harry's magic extended Vernon's lifeline to match Harry's. They also learned that Vernon was still entirely muggle despite having werewolf on his blood inheritance test. Ragnok came with the healer, the two goblins confirmed that Vernon's line was cursed. The good news was the curse ended with Vernon. Ragnok told them that a goblin seer had foretold that the Saviour's children will be more powerful than their bearer and do great things for the world and creatures. Vernon and Harry were also told that they were in fact the reincarnation of Cleopatra and Mark Antony. Their time in the ritual chamber renewed the soul bond Cleopatra and Antony performed when they bonded magically, despite Antony being a squib. They did the ritual because Mark Antony had been a werewolf. The children were both Naga and wolf.

Harry also learned that his line, despite being Cleopatra's soul incarnate, comes from Cleopatra's descendants with Julius Caesar, their only son Caesarion had a secret lover, a Roman witch. The witch fled back home after Caesarion was killed by Octavius. She gave birth to their son, the child knew his real name and father but lived under a false name. That line went right down to Lily Evans Potter, her maternal side of the family.

So to avoid questions about his lack of aging, Vernon decided to retire early. Harry was all for it, it meant that he and Vernon would be together all day everyday. They would also be raising their children together, sharing the duties of parenting. Just a few more years and Harry's life will be complete.

Vernon made sure everything was set for his precious wife. He booked the restaurant, got the tickets to the play Harry wanted to see, and of course his wife's present. Vernon thought long and hard about what to get her for both her birthday and their first anniversary. It took him months to figure out the right one. Vernon knew as soon as it was done his wife would love it. He had Ragnok to thank for helping him get a wizard to do it.

When Vernon got home he was surprised to see the magical candles leading up the stairs. He followed them to the master bedroom, body hardening in anticipation. He stopped in the doorway when it felt like his breath had been punched out of him. There on their large king size bed, surrounded by dozens and dozens of magical candles, was his gorgeous wife. She was wearing that very arousing teddy she had bought for their wedding night.

Vernon took it all in. His Harry was kneeling seductively, submissively, in the middle of the bed. Collar and cuff combo on, strap laying in front of her with bottles of edible paint and lube. It was the exact scene from their wedding night minus the nipple weights and chain. Vernon didn't care about that at the moment, especially not when his wife's emerald eyes blazed with lust and love.

"Happy Anniversary, my love." Harry spoke softly.

"Oh this is going to be a very happy anniversary." Vernon spoke as he stripped out of his clothes. He chuckled when Harry's breath hitched upon seeing his gifts to her. "Do you like your presents?"

"So much." Harry purred licking his lips. He took in the tattoos that now adorned his husband's body.

On Vernon's left pectoral was Harry's name in a black flowy script. Around his name was a wreath of larkspurs. Harry's birth flower, but it also meant strong bond of love and ardent attachment to someone. Harry loved his husband a little more just for that declaration. It all tied together well with the mate rune. Then his eyes shifted to Vernon's left arm. It was completely covered, Harry knew right then that a wizard, or witch, had done the work magically.

On his shoulder to his elbow was Harry's face and upper half of his torso, including a provocative display of his breasts with large nipples poking through the hooded cloak. The tattoo of Harry was done in black and grey except for the green eyes. Around Harry, done in color, were orange and red roses. They meant desire and love. On the lower part of Harry's torso was a wolf in a guarding pose, the wolf was black and grey but his eyes matched Vernon's perfectly. Above the wolf, but under Harry's breasts, in his hands was a clock. He right away understood the time that was displayed on the clock. It was the time they married. On the bottom of the clock was a horizontal banner with 'daonnan dileas' (Scottish Gaelic for always faithful).

Harry knew Vernon put it in Gaelic to honor the country they married in and spent their honeymoon. He loved him all the more for it. Then his eyes traveled down to Vernon's forearm. On the inside from the inner elbow to his wrist was another tattoo of Harry. This one showed Harry's face and shoulder, like his head was turned sideways. His long hair flowed around him, on top of his head was the head of a wolf (Harry's animagus exactly). Both Harry's eyes and the wolf's were green while the rest of the tattoo was black and grey. What really got Harry's attention was the small tattoo on his shoulder. It had Vernon's name and under it was date they married in roman numerals, under the date was their wedding rings looped together.

Harry blinked back the tears and took in the rest of the forearm tattoo. On the outer part was a blank scroll of parchment surrounded by roses. Harry immediately understood why it was blank.

The scroll will have their children's names added to it.

"It's beautiful, Vernon. Thank you."

Vernon joined his wife on the bed and cupped her delicate face between his hands. "I love you more than I can ever express in words."

"Then show me." Harry countered with a smile.

Vernon didn't need anymore prompting. He simply drew his wife into a soul searing kiss. Dominating and claiming with his mouth and tongue. He smirked into the kiss when she went soft and pliant. He trailed one hand slowly down her body until he was reaching around to grasp her ample bottom. His other hand buried itself into her hair to further dominate her. Using his hold on her arse he pressed her lower half against his hard cock. She broke the kiss with a gasps which followed by a moan as he begun to trail biting kisses down her neck. She whined and begged for more when he licked and nipped her bite mark and mate rune. Vernon, at the urging of Wolf, sunk his teeth into her skin. She cried out and came right then and there. Vernon and Wolf growled as their body shuddered with lust and burned with arousal.

Despite his orgasm Harry was still lost in his pleasure. He wanted more, needed more now that he knew Wolf was at the surface. His husband and Wolf were experts at playing his body. Every touch, every kiss, every whispered word burned his arousal higher, keeping him on that delicious edge. Harry himself wasn't idle. He magically removed the cuff/collar. He touched his husband in all the right places until his hand was wrapped around the large cock. His strokes were firm and slow wanting Vernon on that same edge. Once he was sure, the forming knot swelling in his hand, that Vernon was lost to the pleasure Harry reversed their position.

Vernon growled as once again his little wife magically pinned his hands down. She did the exact same thing on their wedding night and a second time when she seduced him in the basement (the first time she milked his prostate). And just like on their wedding night she painted his body with the edible paint. He groaned when the paint was switched for the lube which she used to coat his cock, sac, and his hole (she had pressed her nose against it and inhaled deeply before applying the lube).

"What flavours did you use this time, my love?" Vernon asked when she sat back to admire her work.

"Your wonderful cock is coated in chocolate, your beautiful sac is a candy apple, and last but first your musky hole is a butter rum." Harry explained then seductively licked his lips.

Vernon should have known. After all Harry was addicted to Butterbeer and butter rum had a close taste to it. He happily opened his legs wider for his wife letting her have anything she wanted. He will never deny her anything unless its dangerous. He groaned when teasing feather like touches caress the inside of both thighs. Vernon caught his wife's smirk before she bent her head. His hips raised off the bed at the first touch of her tongue.

Harry moaned at the first taste of the butter rum and musk. He simply loves it and loves when Vernon lets him rim the musky furled hole. Harry licked until the flavour was gone then he trailed his tongue up over the taunt candy apple flavoured balls. He licked and sucked as he slid one finger into the spit slick hole. He toyed with Vernon's prostate as he tortured his sac with licks, nips, and sucks. Harry moved to large cock when his husband began begging and ferally growling threats.

Vernon let his darling wife have control until she wrapped her pretty lips around his cock head. Then he thrust up, gagging her as he filled her throat with his thick cock. He didn't care about his knot when she scraped her nail over his prostate.

"Still a lesson you haven't learned. Don't tease unless you want the consequences."

Harry raised his head with a smirk. "Not much of a consequence when I love everything you do. Now I'm not done yet, so just wait your turn."

And Vernon waited. He laid there and took everything his wife gave him. Every lick, every kiss, every nip, every touch, Vernon couldn't get enough of it or of her. He loves her more than life itself. To him she was for all intent and purposes his better half. He truly believes that she was made just for him like Eve was made for Adam. Not even death will separate them.

When she finally took him into her body the magical bonds fell away. Vernon changed their position and slowly made love to his wife until they were blissed out and sated.

Every anniversary after just got better and better.