Harry gasps awake, immediately sitting up and watches as a bunch of powdered glass yanks itself from his body, a swirl of black leaving with it, a loud shrieking wail echoes in the wrecked hall of the ministry. He sits there panting, his eyes hazy, zoned out. He's alive, he's ALIVE! It worked, or he thought it did.
He felt someone yank his shirt, and he was brought to his legs and supported by a taller figure. Through his haze, he realized it was Dumbledore dragging him towards the floss, he might have heard things, some whispered words, crying, pieces of the concrete falling, but he ignored it all. His stomach was turning, and his head was pounding; every step brought another wave of nausea; right when he was at his breaking point, not even bothering to smile for the camera, Dumbledore pushed him through the floor. Harry falls onto his knees in his office, throwing up whatever he had prior that day and passes out.
Waking up with a pounding headache should have Harry used to it by now, but as he opened his eyes, he wanted to punch something with just how much his head was hurting, and he didn't understand why. He gasps and clutches at his head, eyes rolling to the back of his head. He feels something wet and realizes Voldemort is seething with anger right now.
It's a while later that Harry finally wakes up and makes his way to the headmaster's office. It didn't take long for Harry to start losing his shit again, the previous anger rolling through him from Voldemort's side came bubbling out again, and he didn't regain his sensibilities until the last bit of furniture within his grasp was broken. He left the office in shambles; his godfather had died because of a stupid prophecy of something that didn't need protecting at all, something that Harry was to find out anyway.
Harry even forgets about Eve for the moment, forgets that he actually died, his brain in slow-motion, thinking it was all just a strange dream. Harry sighed and sat down on his bed. Ron was gone, his mother demanded his and Ginny's presence, and Hermione locked herself up in the library to calm herself down.
Flopping onto the bed and closing his curtains, he stared at the ceiling of his four-poster bed, which was locked in warm darkness and had no one else to bother him. He rubbed his eyes as tears began to emerge again; they threatened to fall as he took a shuddering breath; he pulled the blankets over him even with the summer weather, cocooning himself as he held onto the last bit of his childhood. He could already tell that everything was different now; there were no more childish things for him. He had to get stronger, smarter-
Stronger! That's it!
"Eve!" Harry sits up and waits in tense silence. Realizing he looks like an idiot, he casts up a silencing charm just as her display emerges. "Oh my Gods, this was real," he murmurs, staring blankly at the blinking screen.
"Hello, Harry!" Eve says cheerfully; an automated smiling face pops up on the screen, and Harry can only blankly look at the two dots and a curved line.
"So I really wasn't imagining anything?" Harry asks, building up the courage to speak freely once again. "Yes! And can I just say how well you've taken to it so far, already earned points!" this took Harry by surprise, he hadn't noticed anything different at all today. "Yes!" she says cheerfully.
"I thought it would be best for you to not see the stats or any completion popups come up since it was all new to you and your emotions were running high. So far, starting out, you already have a lot of MP and a few titles, so you didn't start out as a beginner. The fight you had with Dumbledore earned you 300 MP, and since you aren't a beginner MP isn't taken aware of little things like breathing or using the washroom."
Harry tried to process the truckload of information. "Okay, thank you for that. I would have lost my mind if I had seen a pop-up. Now this is all really confusing to me. I've barely played a game in my life. What is MP?"
"MP is short for Magic Points or, as some others like to say, Mana Points. MP is the main part of your life; if you reach 0 MP, you will die. For every mission you choose, you will obtain an amount of MP, but you will lose some for completing the task. Mp will act like your health and energy, they will be taken away for everything you do as well as gifted to you."
"I'm still so confused."
"About which part?"
"I get that zero MP means I'm dead. I understand the importance, but I need an example of what MP is really like overall."
"Alright. Earlier today, you earned points by destroying Dumbledore's office. Since the pop-ups were turned off, you were given two options. Or rather, there was an option out of what was to come. The option was to destroy his office; this removed only 25 MP, and you gained 300 after completing the task. The second option you were given was to calmly listen and behave properly. This option would have taken away 100 mp and only given you 100 points in return. It would have been useless to take this route since, as a gamer, your goal is to level up as much as you can. I chose the first option for you as it made sense, and I will only choose for you for the next several hours until the trial is over."
"... okay" Harry flopped back on his bed; he understood better; in his mind, he thought of how if he was told to attend detention and have the option to yell at Snape or not, he could understand how yelling at Snape as a gamer would definitely give him more points rather than ignoring Snape. "There's more, isn't there?" He asked as Eve's holographic screen moved closer to him.
"There is! I'll show on my screen."
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Mana Stats: Harry James Potter (Gamer)
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Strength: 27%
Magic mastery: 16%
Intelligence: 13%
MP: 1615
Previous MP (Obtained before Gamer status results in reduced points)
Survive Killing Curse: 10,000 reduced to 100.
Survive Dudley at School: 25 points, reduced to 0
Survive Petunia's Frying pan: 30, reduced to 0
Survive Vernon's beatings: 500, reduced to 5
Survive first year: 500 reduced to 5
Survive second year: 500 reduced to 5
Basilisk and Pheonix: -500 & 500. Cancelled. No reduction.
Survive third year: 500 reduced to 5
Survive 4th year: 500 reduced to 5
Dragon: 1000 reduced to 10
Grindylows: 1000 reduced to 10
Voldemort: 1500 reduced to 15
Survive 5th year: 500 reduced to 5
Accepted Gamer status: 1000
Expelled Voldemort 150
Destroyed Dumbledore's Office 300
Level: 5
Titles (Reserve Energy 1 = 5000 MP): 46 = 230,000
Human 1
Wizard 5
Potter Lord 2
Black Lord 2
The Boy who lived 1
Triwizard Champion 1
The Chosen One (recently obtained) 1
Master of Death (Partially claimed ) 33
Sin:
[censored]
Inventory:
"I've already opened the mp and reserve energy tabs for you to show what has been going on so far. I'll run you through the rest, but before I start, do you have any other questions?" Eve asked, and Harry boggled at the information lit up before him. This truly was real, and it dug up information from his childhood. If he had started out as a gamer when he was a baby, he would have been so powerful now.
"What's the difference between strength and magic mastery?" he asked, propped up on his elbows and staring at the numbers. As he asked that question, he saw one MP being removed. "Wait, why did it remove that?"
"Jeez, so many questions. It got removed for you using your energy to understand this-"
"You said I don't get points removed for breathing."
"Let me finish, stupid child!" Harry's jaw dropped open as 50 mp was just removed, and 'Disrespecting Eve' showed up. "Wow, I see how it is!" He exclaimed. A middle finger popped up on the screen before shifting back to the stats; Harry just stared incredulously.
"As I was saying. MP will be used, maybe not for breathing, but magic knows when to remove it and when to give you points. You keep forgetting that if you just try and do what the prompts say, you will win at this game or, as you call it, life. The lottery was designed for you, remember?"
Harry breathed deeply. "Yes, Yes, I remember. Let's get on with it." Slumping on his back once again, he listened to her prattle on.
"You have several titles which can be used to complete major tasks within the game. As you've said before, I'll give you an example. Let's say you're tasked to subdue the dragons near Hogsmeade. This task costs you 10, 000 points to complete, you've only accumulated 7,000 mp, so you use your reserve energy; in this case, the best-suited reserve energy for this type of task would be your wizard energy or Triwizard energy. Once a title runs out of the energy provided, the title will remain in place, but there will be no reserve energy left for that title. New titles can be obtained, and the loss of a title may also occur. What if one day everyone decided that you were no longer the chosen one, thus, this title will be removed."
"Okay, makes sense. Inventory I get as well; I'm guessing my wand or invisibility cloak falls under that category."
"Correct"
"So what the heck is Sin? Like a social insurance number? And what is being censored? Also, this is a really random question, but do I only gain mp through tasks or are they regenerated after a while or something? What if I don't receive tasks for a while?"
"Good question. Regenerating MP does happen, however, only during the night while you are asleep. Each full night of proper rest can give up to 25 mp. There are also more ways to earn mana, which will be the Sin subcategory. The Sin category represents the seven deadly sins, or one sin that you will choose to guide your game by."
"I have to sin to live? This is what you meant by murder, wasn't it?"
"It was. You have to use one of these sins to continue forward. I will give you a brief outline of what each sin will give to you. Your tasks will be more compliant with the sin you've chosen." Harry doesn't bother asking since the sin category expanded and listed 7 different types of sins.
[Envy - Jealousy towards others. Tasks will correlate with the feeling of jealousy]
[Greed - Obsessive desire to obtain materialistic items. Tasks will correlate to becoming the richest]
[Wrath - Uncontrollable feelings of anger and hate. Tasks will correlate to becoming a dictator]
[Sloth - Laziness, unmotivated. Tasks will not commence at a regular pace.]
[Pride - Inflated sense of ego. Tasks will correlate to selfishness]
[Gluttony - Over-indulging, especially food. Tasks will correlate with gaining weight]
[Lust - unrestrained sexual craving. Tasks will correlate to relieving stress]
Harry stared at the screen for the longest time. It probably took him a solid half hour to come to the conclusion. Envy, he definitely didn't need it. Why should he be jealous of others? The only thing he's jealous of is his parents, and that's something that can't come back.
Greed wasn't needed. He was rich enough. Wrath sounded unpleasant. Yes, he had ambitions, of course. Harry didn't want to deny power, but his life wasn't about being a dictator. That just reminded him of Voldemort and the muggle leaders. Pride reminded him of Draco and Lucius Malfoy. And did Harry wish to become a self-righteous, pompous aristocratic prat? No.
Harry had glossed over Sloth and Gluttony immediately. He enjoyed his days off, especially on a hot day from working all hours of daytime in the backyard or after a test. The peace and quiet, his alone time was spent content. But just lazing about was not something for him, especially when he couldn't just sit still. Always needed to do something to take his mind off of running emotions. And gluttony was the same. He'd rather not have more problems with food. He'd finally helped himself gain weight after joining Hogwarts, but he wasn't about to overindulge and become the walrus that his uncle was.
The last sin was lust. Harry had blushed at that, he was a young man after all. It didn't take much convincing that this would be the one. After all the tasks correlate to relieving stress and being the boy-who-lived, stress was an everyday occurance.
"Lust," Harry said after making up his mind.
"Wonderful! I was hoping for that; it makes my life so much easier!" Harry watched as Eve selected lust and saw how the censored sign changed into-
"What?!" Harry yelled, eyes wide open. Maybe she made a mistake.
"Harem?" He whispered in shock.
"Isn't that wonderful?" Her cheerful voice asked Harry had no response, but his groin did. Just the thought of having a harem was doing things to him, but it wasn't right! It wasn't fair to have one, using women as a thing. His dick twitched again.
"I can see you're having a tough time." He heard a giggle at the end. "You will have a harem! And don't worry—the tasks won't be forceful, and you always have the option of cancelling a task. However, if you cancel a task, you will have to complete it the next time a task is given. So cancel wisely; you never know what the next task may be."
"It won't be forceful? What happens if the girl doesn't want to... Y'know… do it with me?"
"Harry, you can say fuck. Sex, pound, shag, I am not a human with morals." Harry blushed.
"That doesn't matter! Just answer the question."
"No, it won't be forceful. You are a gamer; you will be given a task, and you will complete it to the best of your abilities. The girl you are about to engage in coitus with will also not be forced. She will only be reacting to you unless you wish to use some MP to draw them to you. If you use MP for help, that MP will be deducted from the winnings. You can also be as forceful as you want without MP as long as she is okay with it."
"Why would any girl be okay with that?" He asks, astounded at her words.
"Oh, so young and innocent. Women love it; they love everything. From slow and steady to fast and rough. From blissful lovemaking to brutal choking and face fucking. Women desire it all. Some women don't even want you to ask for permission, just come up to them, hold them down and fuck away." Harry could feel his entire face turning red, and his dick was now standing proudly, straining in his pants.
"I love that look on your face; so cute," Eve snickers at him. "Well, I'll be off for now, ah yes, one more thing! I won't always be here, only when you call for me. To check your stats and access the screen, you just have to wish it, and it will be there. It's the same for removing it. After tomorrow, I won't be looking over you; you'll have to deal with the stats yourself and level up. To speak with me, all you need to do is give me a call. Bye!" her ever-cheerful voice vanished, and the screen disappeared with a pop.
Harry willed the screen, and it showed up a moment later; he willed it away, and he was submerged in darkness again. He tucked himself back in bed, feeling more than exhausted and was about to close his eyes when he heard a beep and a task popped up; staring at the words in front of him, Harry could hear high-pitched cheerful laughter echo in his head
Task: Masturbate and cum three times.
Timeframe: within the next 3 hours.
Mp: 50
"Harry, we'll remember to write you, okay? No matter what Dumbledore says," Hermione's soft voice was like a siren's in his ears. Especially after he'd wanked once about her last night. It was monumental to say, him cumming three times. He had never tried it before, only jacking off once, and that was the end of it. He struggled a bit after cumming twice to random bodies, his mind conjuring up ideal body types, and in the end, his mind started to wander and landed on his best friend. Surprisingly, his perverse daydreaming was of her on her knees for him in the library.
Shaking out of his thoughts he smiled at Hermione. "Oi, c'mon 'Mione, we gotta do our last rounds before we settle down." the red head grabbed onto her wrist and dragged her away, not bothering to say his goodbyes to Harry.
Harry watched them go for a moment before finding an empty compartment for himself. After settling down, he brought out half of the mirror shards that Sirius had given him. He kept staring at it, tears welled in his eyes, and he bit his lip to stop him from breaking out into a sob, he put the shard away and a few minutes later he heard the compartment opening.
"Hello, Harry," said Luna's whimsical voice.
Harry smiled genuinely. "Hello, Luna. joining me?" he asked and watched as she returned his smile and sat right next to him. She reached out a hand and cupped his cheek. "It's okay to be sad Harry. You have so much to look forward to now." A burst of anger erupted in him, simmering, "why would that make me happy?" He grit out and Luna just smiled dopily.
"I didn't mean it like that. I apologize; I never wish to hurt you." A sliver of his anger reduced, but he continued to listen.
"I was speaking about a lovely goddess visiting you." There was complete silence for a moment.
"Harry?"
"No, I'm fine, really. I won't even ask how. This is really similar to Hermione pulling things from nowhere, so I'll just say: Is this one of the reasons why your nickname is Looney?" Her smile fell, and so did her hand.
"I apologize. I didn't mean to say it that way." He held her hand and brought her hand back to his cheek, causing her to smile. "I was trying to speak in an obscure way." He quickly cast a charming privacy charm. "You're special like me?" he asked; hopefully, maybe she could provide insight into the system.
"No, however, I am a medium" Harry cocked his head in confusion, and her other hand cupped his open cheek. Holding his head in her hands. "A medium is someone who can speak to those beyond our world. I was informed of your status during the ministry but had to deal with my injuries first."
"So you know everyone's status? What about Death Eater? Can y-"
"I only know about yours."
"Why?" Luna took a moment before responding, her blush-pink lips pursing.
"I was always a medium, and they always said I needed to wait and that it wasn't my time yet. Until yesterday. I was made for you," She said a little breathless, and Harry's dick twitched, but it was so wrong! Women being made just for him, he didn't want that, but his cock wouldn't stop swelling at the thought. All his, everyone left, but she would be hers especially if she was made for him.
"Don't say that-" She ignored his words and made her way onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. He caught her around the waist. Harry's dick was fully awake now, pushing against the tight confines of his pants, and Luna could feel it beneath her as well. Pulsing between several pieces of fabric. So close, yet so far.
"I will be part of your Harem one day." her words made his dick twitch again, and he breathed heavily, trying to ignore her pleasurable weight on his groin.
"You'll be mine, and I'll be yours."
Harry tightened his hold on her waist, and within seconds, he was prying her mouth open with his tongue. Desperate to feel that inviting heat. Wanting to feel her tongue glide across his own, this was so much better than what he had with Cho.
Her tongue brushed with his, and he felt her muffled moan; he groaned himself, hips moved of their own accord, and he started to feel the pressure, the pleasant feeling of finally touching your dick. He was far off from coming. He knew that for sure, but the feeling of being deprived of your pleasure was painful.
So painful.
Harry gasped and yanked away from her as she did the same, her hands going to her boobs, holding down against her nipples as she squirmed in pain. The same was with Harry, but his pain was centred around his asshole. He scrambled to stand as she tried to get her legs off his. Both of them panting in pain, and he willed the screen to pop up. Its edges blinking bright red.
"Eve?"
"Hello, Harry, I see you've committed a sin" Harry rolled his eyes at the joke and calmed down as his asshole stopped hurting.
"What the fuck just happened?" Harry asked and watched as Luna fixed her hair; her face was flushed red, her body twitching from the pain or-
"Wait, Luna, did you just cum?" She looked up at him before breaking out into a smile.
"Luna loves pain. Anyways, you felt that pain because of the morality clause." Harry raised a hand for her to continue.
"You yourself don't wish to take away consent. Correct?"
"Obviously."
"Well, that answers the question, the age of consent in England is 16." Harry looks over to Luna who is listening in on all of this. "Did you know?" he asked her as her blush deepened.
"I was hoping to take a chance against the system. I couldn't help myself after finding out what I was made for. I don't regret it, obviously. Mhmmm, I can't wait till February." She lay against the seat and stretched her body prettily.
"I can't even argue against this, so I'm not too mad, but gosh fuck that hurt. Why my fucking asshole though?!"
"It amused me," The Goddess said.
"Wait, that doesn't make sense; I'm 15 as well!"
"You're a gamer."
"Why did she feel pain then?"
"She's a medium. If you kissed another of her year mates, only you would have felt the pain."
He looked over at Luna and smirked. "At least I'm not the only one going through this," and Luna rolled her eyes.
"Ugh, whatever. So I have to stick with girls my age. Wonderful, just wonderful! I barely know any girls my age!" Harry was going to continue, but Luna made her way back on top of him, settling down on his lap and her back against his chest. "This is fine, right? No pain for hugging?"
Eve snorted in her head. "No pain for anything that isn't sexual. And you can always go for older women." Harry scoffed, looking away. So much had happened since he sat down; he was getting tired of it. He just wanted to sleep now. "As if any older woman in school wanted me. They probably look at me like a child. I'm short as well… fuck!" How exactly was he going to make his MP? He also didn't want to use any MP to seduce women. Maybe he could hold out and wait for Luna's birthday. Knowing himself, though, and his luck, he was bound to get into some trouble within the next few days.
"I meant other women, aside from school, and You've gained two inches of height since you claimed gamer status." Harry blushed deeply. He hadn't thought about anyone that much older. He thought back to how he got a boner after looking at Madam Rosmerta or when he started drooling after meeting Narcissa Malfoy during the Quidditch World Cup. Then, there was also the one time when he had accidentally overheard his aunt moaning. He'd been walking past her room to get to the washroom when he heard a low vibration. His dick had responded quite enthusiastically when he heard her voice.
"I can feel you get hard again, Harry," Luna said, her soft voice clashing with the context of her words, and he groaned. He couldn't even kiss her without ending up in pain.
Task: take a walk
Timeframe: The walk must be a minimum of 15 minutes and completed within the next hour.
MP: 5
Harry rolled his eyes at the request but still got up to do the task. He'd been in here, stuck in his room all day. He'd been here in the house for a couple of days already, stuck with his lovely relatives. He pulled his shoes on and made his way out of the house, ignoring the way his aunt stared at his stoney face. They had been informed, unfortunately, about Sirius's death. Fortunately for him, he could walk fine. Unfortunately, Vernon had a lovely time beating the shit out of him until his magic fixed it wandless. Another perk of gaining MP. He could cast only a few things wandless, and there wasn't much power behind it.
Five minutes into the walk, he feels a ding, and the next task pops up.
Task: Masturbate but do not come. No hiding.
Timeframe: Within the next 10 minutes. Complete the walk. Do not cum.
MP: 100
Perks: Increase Strength by 0.02% or Increase Intelligence by 0.02%
Harry groaned in exasperation, clicked increase intelligence and turned around. A nagging feeling started to coil in his stomach, which turned into a fury pit within a second, and Harry had to gasp and pull his dick out, turning towards the nearest wall to hide from the one lone passerby. Groaning desperately, he pulled himself off a few times to settle the gamer magic in his stomach. Ignoring a tak after accepting it became a hassle. However, He'd come to understand it a bit better unless it was otherwise instructed, Harry was to start the task right away.
He groaned once again, clutching his cock, guessing he was to jack off while actively walking. The obscenity, the moral dilemma he was going through, just added to his lust. He started walking down the alley and immediately looked around for any of those new cameras the government was installing, and he kept walking back and forth, finally finding a way out of the task by staying in one secluded place.
The one thing Harry had noticed was his aura. Doing all these small tasks had developed his mp over time. It wasn't quite a drastic change, but for being back at the Dursleys for almost three weeks, a little less than two weeks, and it would be his birthday.
Dudley was different around him this time. He started off roughly again, being rude to him and name-calling, following in his father. The same couldn't be said for Petunia; she had made a comment about him at the beginning of his stay. "You've done something freaky to yourself, haven't you?" Harry noticed it as well. His eyes were just a tad bit more fierce.
His hair had thickened just a bit and brought out his curls more, giving him a rough look. The increase in his height brought him from 5'6 to 5'8. He was still growing, after all. By the time the sixth year started. He would probably be at 5'10. The height complimented his weight as well; he no longer needed to eat as much anyway, his body automatically going into survival mode during the summer.
Dudley backed off recently. One look from Harry's had him looking away, turning his nose as if he hadn't said anything. That took Vernon by surprise and only ended up getting harry beat up. Dudley didn;t bother him again after, maybe it was Harry's aura, perhaps it was Dudley being reminded about the dementors.
Harry woke up with a start as bells started to ring around him. The screen popped up, and a sign said, 'Happy Birthday.' "Good morning, sunshine!" Eve's bright voice bombarded Harry's senses. He flopped back on the bed and put his glasses on. "What now? Another task?"
"Yes, and one you will love! I just had to see your face for this one; I'll leave you alone afterwards." Harry sighed but lifted his finger to open the holographic image of a birthday present. He spluttered as real-life confetti exploded over him. "Fuck!"
"Screw the confetti and look!" Harry dragged his eyes away from the rainbow pieces scattered across his bed and took in what the task was prompting him to do.
Special Edition Birthday Task!
Task: Fuck your Aunt Petunia!
Timeframe: Until Albus Dumbledore collects you.
MP: 500
Perks: Increase Magical Ability, 1%
Cancellation fee: 1000 MP, Decrease Intelligence 0.05%
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!" Harry shouted, sitting up in bed properly, gaping at the screen in front of his face. "You've got to be joking," he mumbled, shocked at the audacity of the system asking this of him. He could never fuck his aunt, it's his aunt! They're related! She raised him! Well, not really, but it's his fucking aunt!
Harry snatched the blanket away from him and paced around the room, the screen continued to hover there waiting for his decision. "Eve, Why?"
"Why not?" Harry's jaw dropped. "She's my aunt!"
"Keep your yapping down, boy!" Vernon's angry yell made him look towards the door and glare. Looking back at the screen, he didn't lose the ferocity in his gaze.
"Harry, I already spoke to you about killing people. Would you rather fuck your aunt or kill someone?" Harry groaned clutching his hair, yanking on the locks. He was shocked at his own strength when he ripped a couple of strands of hair out.
"Tell me why her MP is so high! What the heck!" he whispered and yelled.
"Well, she's a muggle, so she won't give you much MP; a witch always starts with a higher MP. However, she is your aunt, which doubled her MP to give to you, and since it's your birthday, there is no other witch nearby. The system took into consideration your predicament with the bloodwards and crafted the perfect birthday present! It also gives you a boost when facing such a challenging task. Such a wonderful task, no? Fucking your aunt, grabbing her hips, moving her ass against your dick" Harry stared at her unblinkingly.
He was going to do this. He really was. He couldn't understand why he clicked the accept button, but he did. Maybe it was the daunting amount of MP that would be deducted, but maybe it was the previous incestuous thoughts about his aunt that finally pushed him to accept. He was horny, it was his birthday present, and He'd already seen her in that way before. It was just going through with it that scared him. He knew he lacked confidence, but it wasn't much about that, rather how she would respond to him.
He thought about using his lust to force her into it, but just the thought of her genuinely not wanting to be with him turned him off. He willed himself to go down the stairs, his heart beating at an alarming rate. He had planned it all and considered every option; most of those ended up with her screaming at him and getting beat up by Vernon. Not wanting to die, however, and lose MP so early on, he let out his breath and continued down the stairs.
The door to the kitchen creaks as he opens it. Vernon looks back at him from the couch, Dudley not even bothering. After receiving Vernon's glare, the fat man turned back around to focus on the television. Harry would not be fucking his aunt today. No way, he already had a tough time telling himself to do this, to get her attention and have her come to him over time. He did have all of August to complete this. If it meant pushing it to the last day, even an hour before Dumbledore came for him, then he would.
For now, Harry approached his aunt, who wasn't bothering to look at him either. Vernon and Dudley were entranced by the box in front. Her body was moving slightly, shaking as she scrubbed the dishes. He came up behind her, close enough for her to know he was behind her. She stopped for a moment before continuing. He loomed over her, finally just a tad bit taller than her; at least he wasn't shorter anymore.
Her breath hitched as she felt arms circle her waist, arms that weren't as thick and meaty as her husband's, ones that were touching her body intimately, unlike her husband, who hadn't done so in weeks. Vernon grunted; she looked over at him with wide eyes and saw Harry's smirk in the corner of her eyes. "Nothing, hun, I almost nicked myself." He grunted again, and Petunia turned back to the soapy water.
Harry was surprised by this. He expected her to tell Vernon his nephew-in-law was groping his wife, but instead, she continued as if nothing were happening. Harry could hear and feel her heavy breathing now. His hands never stopped circling her waist. He made his way up to the underside of her breasts, caressing the soft cloth-covered flesh. Not nearing her nipples at all.
Her breath hitched again, and Harry pushed his face into the side of her neck, positioning himself so he could keep an eye on Vernon and Dudley. Harry goes back to cupping under her breasts, pushing the two melons together and apart, the bottom of her shirt riding up slightly from the rough squeezes. "You've stopped washing the dishes, Auntie," He whispers in her ear, and she lets out the softest whimper. Her hands moved against, cleaning the plates.
He finally places his fingers on her nipples, perking outwards, with prominent outlines through her shirt. He never puts his hands inside her shirt, though. He doesn't think it's time yet. Squeezing roughly again, he brings the outline of the nipple between his fingers and rolls. Her body immediately responds, and her head pushes back, giving him more access to her neck this time, she struggles in his arms for a bit, his fingers never stopping, until it gets to the point where she starts trying to escape.
Harry tightens his hand around her breasts, one sneaking back down to her waist to keep her still. "What are you doing back there, Pet? Has the freak left?" Vernon questions and Harry's eyes are drawn away from the drop of sweat on Petunia's neck to his uncle, who starts to stand, still staring at the T.V. Harry removes himself from her, letting her body sag towards the sink.
"I was just grabbing something to eat, sir," Harry states, standing a bit in front of Petunia, letting her calm down a bit from her flushed state. "Get the fuck back to your room! You don't fucking eat until I say so!" Vernon's face quickly turns a shade of purple, and Harry wastes no time fleeing, grinning wildly inside. Just as he got to the top of the stairs, Vernon huffed and puffed at the bottom, not even trying to come upstairs; the walrus of a man has no energy. Harry locks himself in his room and flops onto his bed, feeling much more refreshed.
He feels the screen pop up, and his mind whirls to find his stats.
Mana Stats: Harry James Potter (Gamer)
(Open for more details)
Strength: 27%
Magic mastery: 16%
Intelligence: 13%
MP: 1965
50 Make Petunia Cum
Level: 10
Titles (Reserve Energy 1 = 5000 MP): 46 = 230,000
Sin: Lust
Harem:
Luna Lovegood (Unclaimed)
Petunia Dursley (Partially claimed)
Inventory:
Wand
Invisibility cloak
Mauraders map
Two-way mirror
Dudley had gone out with his friends, and Vernon had fortunately got called into work that lovely Sunday afternoon. He looked around the house to see where Petunia was, he thought of enacted the next plan which was to give her another titty massage and make her cum. He hadn't realized how easily he could get MP with just an orgasm. He had felt the rush as well, that increase of energy after she orgasm. He asked Eve about it; she said that was why he needed to choose a sin. Just by doing anything sexual Harry would instantly feel better, the last bit of the beating he recieved from vernon had healed because of that.
Harry paused just as he walked by the laundry room. He back paced a few steps and felt his dick twitch at the sight. So there she was. Bent over on her hands and knees, head inside of the dryer, ass sticking out, covered by a modest brown skirt, reaching to her knees. Harry licked his lips, and he realized they were properly alone and her already in a position of a good fucking. But he held back, no longer worried that it was his aunt. He'd already gone past the line of incest, making his aunt cum.
He moved towards her, not making a sound and bent low enough that her ass was level with his face. He kneeled closer and planted a soft kiss on her arse, making her yell and scramble out from the dryer, landing herself right on top of him.
"Hello Auntie" He said into her neck, wrapping his arms around her waist keeping her secure. She moved around for a moment, knowing she was alone with him in the house and tried to free herself. Only for Harry's arms to tighten. Her breathing picked up and she finally stopped struggling, letting her fall back into his tight embrace.
"Mhmmm, not fighting this time?" He whispered, his nose drawing a path across her neck, placing a small kiss above her collarbone. She whimpered and closed her thighs together just as one of his hand went to grope her tit again. The other hand of his was greedy, snaking its way downwards to her skirt all while distracting her with neck kisses and groping her breast.
He waited a few more minutes, leaving his hand to rest there as she continued to squirm but never actively tried to break out of his arms. He finally pulled her closer, causing her legs to fall open slightly, a wanton position, legs wide open, skirt hitched up, and if anyone passed by that door, all they would see would be her cunt on full display.
She yelled at the sudden change and started struggling again as she felt his hand hold onto her inner thigh, thumb awfully close to her sex. Harry watched her face change, she kept squirming around and Harry was done with this. "I will stop if you tell me." She mewled and whimpered as he did not stop his hand from roaming between the two breasts.
"Answer me bitch!" He yelled after still not getting a response, bringing his hand down on her thigh and causing her to convulse and start moaning at the impact. Her hips moved as her lacy underwear started to soak up all of her squirtings. "You cum so easily, Auntie" He nosed her neck again. "But I'm not touching you any longer, and you haven't answered my question yet."
He yanked himself away from her, letting her fall aimlessly onto the floor, her legs still hanging open while she continued to twitch, and Harry stretched his limbs as he felt another rush go through him. He looked down at her twitching body and smirked.
Harry is dying of heat. It was so hot. August couldn't get any hotter but it did, and it continued to do so. He'd received a letter from Dumbledore about him getting picked up, and he had a week left. Unfortunately, Marge was coming for the week tomorrow, meaning Harry really did have only the weekend before Dumbledore came for him to fuck his aunt.
He wiped away the sweat on hid forehead only for more to form right away. Harry really hated his bad luck, Dudley was gone to the community pool with his friends, and Vernon hogged the living where they had an air conditioner. The only other place that had it was Vernon and Petunia's room, Dudley recieved Harry's fan instead leaving him with nothing even though it was Dudley's mistake for the A.C. to fall and break.
The click of his door brought him out of his thoughts and he relished in the wave of cold air that came wafting in. He turned over to see who it was and he restrained himself from gaping at Petunia standing there with a glass of orange juice, red nails and red lipstick. She didn't say anything except for settling the juice on his nightstand, going back to the door only to click the useless lock Harry had on the inside of his door.
Harry felt something stirring in him, neither one of them said anything yet, and Harry's believed neither would. Petunia had avoided him after that, but he could tell she was thinking hard and deep about him. The flush on her cheeks was all he needed to know.
Harry sat up, his legs over the side of the bed, wide open and he smirked as he grabbed the drink and watched her come to him. She sunk to her feet and placed her hands on his thighs, not even bothering to look him in the eye, she began undoing the fly on his pants and Harry took a deep gulp of the juice, feeling instantly refreshed by the cold chill of the orange.
He gasped as her fingers circled around the base of his half-hard cock. She stroked him a bit before finally moving forward to place a kiss on the head. Her tongue peeked out from her lips and licked an upwards stroke from the base of the tip of his side, making his cock twitch in excitement.
He drank half of the juice, leaving the rest of later and moved back on his elbows, casually watching as his aunt serviced him. He groaned when she put his penis into her mouth, closing her lips around the mushroom head and swirled her tongue.
Cheeks sucking in slightly and he felt the heavenly pleasure of suction, his leg twitched and he bit his lip at the feeling. Bringing a hand onto her head, she moaned around his cock, bringing her mouth lower, halfway, and his dick stood proud. His fingers pulled a bit on the hair, some of them detangling from her hairstyles, framing her face, and she sucked harder.
"You like being roughed up, don't you?" Harry finally broke the silence, putting some pressure on her head, and she followed suit, bobbing her head how he wanted her to. She moaned as a response and took him deep, almost to the base. "Mhmm fuck this," Harry said and grabbed her head with the other hand as well and stood up, his dick still lodged inside her throat.
Her eyes widened before a lustful look took over, and she relaxed her throat, his dick moving more freely inside. He dragged his cock back while grinning down at her and slammed back in, her throat convulsed, and she gagged hard, her hands on his thighs now, nails digging into his skin. But that didn;t stop him, head thrown back, mouth open and groaning, he pumped his dick in harder, uncaring of how much they were sweating, ignoring the heavy smell of sex in the room and keep ramming himself inside her.
He felt her gag again and couldn't help but holding her head right to his groin, pushing it deeper and keeping it in place, he felt her throat moving around him, her heavy breathing from her nose and finally she started to slap his thighs, frantically.
She gasped and spluttered when he finally leg go of her head, staring up at her nephew in disbelief but she couldn't help but give in when his hand came back to her head pulling her in again, being face fucked roughly, her pussy twitched and she could feel her wetness dripping down her thighs.
How could she do this with her nephew? She had watched him closely when he came back, she thought it was because of his godfather's death, but it wasn't. She confirmed it when he smirked at her question at the beginning. "You've done something freaky to yourself, haven't you?" and he'd simply smirked back at her.
She then noticed his height. And his build, and compared it to everyone around her. The neighbours kid, the group of teenagers that came by from the church. But they didn't compare to Harry. And her stomach coiled with pleasure even more at the thought of her nephew. Corrupting him, getting her revenge on Lily, not realising it was Harry corrupting her. Unaware of what her life was going to be turned into.
Harry pushed hard once again, he could tell she was lost in the submissive space and fucked her throat harder, she wasn't even gagging anymore, just scandelous sounds in the room.
GLUCK
GLUG
KACK
It was a beautiful cycle, a constant of moans, groans, and sounds. His balls were smacking against her chin, the power play dynamics. He looked down at her and patted her cheeks, getting no proper answer, just her head pushing deeper onto his cock and a lick of her tongue. He slapped her cheeks harder, holding back a groan as he felt the smack on his own cock, she moaned, eyes flying open, and he lost it.
Squirt after squirt, he dumped his baby batter down her throat, the gagging pushing some of the cum past her lips, dripping down. But she swallowed, as much as she could, as if she were drinking water after so long. She kept sucking and licking and cleaning up his softening dick and whining when his dick stopped responding to her licks.
She'd been too out of it, had cum herself when he shot his load down her throat, and she swayed before slumping onto his floor passed out. Now this was something he couldn't leave before he could walk away fine, how could he just leave her passed out on his floor? Rolling his eyes at yet another unlucky experience. He bent down and picked her up, her head lolling into his chest, arms hanging limly by her side.
He had literally face fucked her unconscious. If that didn;t make Harry want to gloat he didn;t know what else. It had been his first proper blowjob, or whatever it turned into, and it felt amazing, so much better than his hands or those strange places the system made him bring out his cock. He realized now that it helped him become confident, become aware of his own body and how to handle himself in situations that required a dick. Which was more common, thank you, I think.
He placed her in Vernon and her room, sitting there for a bit basking in the A.C. as he continue to pay attention to Vernon's snoring downstairs and the front door where his cousin would eventually come back from.
Marge had stayed a day longer, and it pissed him off, and he couldn't do anything about it until now. Vernon had to bring Marge back to her house and Dudley volunteered to go along, mainly for the extra snacks he was to receive. And Harry didn't even think about holding back this time once he got to Petunia. Marge had been simpering about his parents again and Petunia joined, speaking about Lily with disgust and boiled his blood. She'd engaged with her sister's son and thought she was the angel.
He'd been cleaning the kitchen, as per Marge's request, and he could tell Petunia knew something was about to happen. He saw her leave to go upstairs after closing the front door. Harry stopped what he was doing and went to the couch, he wasn;t going to clean shit, he'd make Petunia do that. It had been less than a minute since he sat down, and he felt hands on his shoulders.
He looked behind him to see Petunia smiling down at him with her makeup done all up again. He had to give her that, he could see a slight resemblance to his mother. He didn't bother smiling back as he clutched onto her hairs, dragging her around the couch and in front of her. She flopped down onto the floor, hands clutching at his one in her hair and stared at him with shock.
"Why are you smiling like that? Hmm, pet?" the condescending tone caused her to shiver, and Harry smirked at her reaction, but he was too angry right now. "So happy to fuck your nephew, huh? What would my mom say? What would your parents, watching you from up there, engaging in incest?" he patted her cheek, causing her to flinch.
"At least I'm the child. You, however, aren't supposed to know right from wrong. How could you do this willingly?" He asked, feeling a bit giddy with the glare she sent his way. But she didn;t try to move yet, simply staring up at him, while her stomach physically quivered, and he could tell her pussy was drenched.
Pulling her closer by her hair, she moaned but went along with it. "Should I stop?" he asked in a low voice, breaking out from his angry persona, seeing her down there on her knees. He waited. She shook her head, and he tightened his hold, causing her to gasp. "We're not playing this game again; answer me," he demanded, and she whined. He wanted to push her, to make her admit to liking this, liking how hard Harry was going to fuck her.
"Yes. Please, please, please, fuck me fuck me-" She finally snapped, and he bent low and pushed his tongue into her pleading mouth, pushing her back onto the floor; he straddled her hips, hands pressing her arms to the ground as he assaulted her mouth. Her tongue chased his, trying to fight her way into his mouth, but she fought harder. He let go of one arm and held both in one hand now. He circled his hand down to her filthy wet mound and cupped her, spreading the skirt away, folding her legs as he started kissing down her neck. Not bothering to do anything with her tits this time, he sat back up. "Keep your fucking hands there," he said, watching as she immediately placed her hands back above her head.
She mewled when he brought the underwear away from her pussy, licking his lips at the sheen of wetness on her trimmed pussy, watching as her clear liquid ran past her opening, and he started unbuckling his pants. "How long?" he asked, a roughness to his voice. Petunia looked away, and he grabbed her face to look at him again. "You really want to do this with me right now?" he grits out, forcing an angrier persona when inside, he couldn't help but feel like a grinning fool.
His aunt, his slutty, aunt who liked it rough and wanted to be manhandled, was spread before him, her pussy ready for taking, but he wanted to know. He wanted to know just how much he'd hurt Vernon by sleeping with Petunia. He smacked his hand hard against her thigh again, this time not resulting in an orgasm.
"Crap, a few weeks, a few weeks only," She gasped out, and Harry grinning down at her. Oh this would be fun, not only was Vernon still in love with her, but she didn;t care for it. He rubbed his cockhead against her wet entrance and both of them held their breath as he pushed in, and kept pushing in, her legs started quivering when he was almost in, just an inch left.
He didn't give her time to adjust and pulled his cock back, slamming forward, and she moaned loud, uncaring of her surroundings. He kept that pace up, hammering hard into her; his dick kept pushing to unload a baby in there. Harry moaned at that perverse thought. This summer was bringing things out of him that he had never thought of before,
He slammed in harder, ignoring how she shrieked and came all over herself, he basked in that spiralling sensation, the coil in his gut that just wanted to burst free, and he was, he finally was, quickly drawing his dick from her quivering cunt. He ripped open her blouse and pumped his load everywhere; it landed on one tit, her stomach, her chin, but unfortunately not her pussy. Harry stayed kneeling there in front of her panting body and groaned at the debauchery.
Oh my Days, He just fucked his aunt Petunia.