Chapter 2: 2.How to get magic for dummies (petunia)
How to get magic for dummies
Chapter Summary
Rummaging through her nephew's things, Petunia found an unorthodox method for finally having magic.
Themes: Blowjob, worship, swallowing, cunnilingus, older woman younger men, foot fetish, exhibitionist, underage sex.
Petunia Dursley nee Evans.
Her stupid nephew had returned from his third year; Petunia had to pick him up by herself because
her husband had gone on a business trip and would not return in four months, and her little Dudley
had gone to camp with his friends for the entire holiday. Seeing Lily's son, Petunia felt anger when
she saw him come from that school of magicians, which she was deprived of attending.
There wasn't a day that she didn't look at him and remember that this boy had been the cause of her
sister's death. Petunia had loved and hated Lily equally; she would never forget the time that damn
letter came to their house announcing that Lily would go to Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and
Wizardry. Her late parents had been proud of Lily, while Petunia was left aside and her parents
focused on their "special little girl."
Every year, Lily returned with many stories about the wizarding world, about her friends and
subjects they taught, and about creatures that only existed in books, while Petunia stayed in the
normal world, having to go at her damn muggle school and study math and other boring subjects.
Petunia's parents flooded Lily with questions about the wizarding world, and Petunia barely paid
attention to her.
It didn't matter that she was an excellent student in college or that she graduated with honors. She
was only congratulated a couple of times, and Lily was given a big party for any achievements she
made at Hogwarts.
Petunia watched her nephew walk with those red-haired freaks and that girl with bushy hair.
Petunia folded her arms impatiently for her nephew to arrive. On the boy's face, there was a smile
that annoyed Petunia. "Enjoy your smile while you can, freak," Petunia thought with anger.She would be in charge of making the freak suffer during these three months. Potter said goodbye
to his friends and walked to Petunia. At no time did the little bastard remove his smile from his
face. "Why did it take so long? Do you think I have all day for you? Petunia growled.
The boy just shrugged. "I'm sorry, Aunt Petunia," the freak said. "Where is Uncle Vernon?"
Petunia rolled her eyes as they walked through the crowd. "Your uncle went on a business trip, and
your cousin is in a camp at his private school, so it will be you and me, and don't even think that
because your uncle is not in the country, I will be less demanding of you. Petunia assured.
"I didn't expect you to," Potter muttered.
Petunia and her nephew left the train station, and Petunia had her nephew carry his things; she was
not going to help him carry any suitcases. "You'll have to be quick because I parked far away;
today the parking lot was full," Petunia said, walking quickly. Behind her came her nephew,
dragging his suitcase along with his empty cage. "Where is the rest of your stuff? Every year you
come with a lot of rubbish."
"I learned a spell to shrink my bags, so the other suitcases I have in my pocket," Harry explained.
"Your freak's and your unnatural things," muttered Petunia.
After several minutes, they arrived at the place where Petunia parked. It was a lonely place where
very few cars passed. Behind the car came a huge black dog that almost looked like a wolf.
Petunia let out a cry of horror at the sight of the beast and ran after her nephew. "What's that!"
Petunia scream, she saw her nephew walk to him. "Stay away from him, Harry!" she yelled,
worried.
His nephew seemed not to be scared of the animal and just smiled. "Padfoot!" Harry greeted the
creature, ignoring her. "What are you doing here?" he said, with fear in his voice.
Petunia watched with horror as the immense dog gradually transformed into a human. A handsome
man, tall with shoulder-length hair, with gray eyes and a smile on his face, appeared in front of
them. "I had to see my godson one last time," the strange man said.
"Godson? If the child has no family apart from me," Petunia thought.
Petunia watched her nephew run to the man who claimed to be his godfather and hug him. "You
shouldn't risk it like this; Padfoot can arrest you," Potter said with fear in his voice.
"What's life without a little fear, lad? Besides, I wanted to give you some gifts before you go," the
strange man explained.
"Arrest? He is a criminal," Petunia thought. She looked more closely at this criminal, and Petunia
remembered watching him on TV. "You are the terrorist!"
The man looked at Petunia with open eyes. "Shut up!" the man commanded, looking everywhere.
When Petunia was about to scream, the man with a wand cast a spell that made her voiceless. "I'm
sorry I have to do this to you, but I can't let you call the police."
Petunia touched her lips and noticed that they were not there. That only altered her more, and no
matter how hard she tried, she could not scream.
Petunia watched in horror as that criminal handed his godson a couple of large books. "It's somebooks from House Black; I think they might help you," the man said.
With a last hug, godson and godfather said goodbye. "I'm sorry, ma'am," the criminal apologized,
and with another wave of his wand, he returned Petunia's mouth.
"What the fuck is wrong with you!" Petunia screamed, but it was too late because the man
transformed back into a dog and fled.
Petunia looked at her nephew, who was laughing silently. "You!" growled Petunia, pointing to her
nephew. "You're punished for all this vacation!
Petunia had her nephew load his suitcase and get into the car, and when they arrived at the house,
Petunia took all the things from her nephew. "I want you to put all your artifacts in your old room,"
Petunia ordered.
Reluctantly, Harry put his suitcase in his old room and took the bags out of his pocket. Petunia
watched as these, from being small suitcases, grew into large suitcases. These his nephew put them
too under the stairs. Petunia locked the door and looked at her nephew. "Now give me your wand
and the books your godfather gave you," she ordered.
Harry breathed a sigh of defeat and handed to Petunia. "Now make dinner.
Yes, Aunt Petunia," Potter said without emotion.
Petunia looked at the wand in her hand and the big tomes in the other. "More magic garbage in this
house," Petunia thought.
She went up to her room, where she put Harry's wand in her drawer and the books the criminal
gave him on the desk. After that night, Petunia gave her nephew household chores every day. "Fill
the washing machine, and come get the clothes in my room to wash," Petunia ordered from her
room. She took off her clothes and threw them in the basket so that her nephew could come and
pick them up to throw her in the laundry.
Petunia turned on the hot water faucet and let it fill the tub while waiting for the tub to fill. Petunia
left the bathroom and returned to her room. Petunia looked at the books she took from her nephew.
"What can those books contain?" Petunia thought. Remembering her sister's books and how they
had many things that she did not understand.
Petunia sat in the chair and read the cover of the book. "Concepts of Magic". Petunia read. The
book was lined in an old tanned leather.; just opening it, she saw a series of images that Petunia did
not understand their meaning. "What is magic?" Petunia read the title. She read how magic only
existed in a small percent of the global population.
"I am one of those people who didn't have magic," she thought bitterly.
"Non-magical people can also possess a bit of magic inside them if someone in their nuclear family
is or was a magician. Reading that, Petunia was surprised.
"Could I have magic?" asked Petunia.
"If a non-magical person has a familiar wizard, this non-magical person will have a dead core, but
there is a remote possibility that he manifests magic with the help of another magician. Methods
such as drinking blood will not work; it is best to use sexual intercourse and human fluids such as
vaginal fluids and semen. Because these have a lot of magic in their structure and core," Petunia
blushed when she read that. "This practice is seen as taboo and has been banned in some countriesbecause incest has to be used as a method of activating a person's magical core. In addition, in
many cases, the magic core is not restored."
She would have to have sex with his nephew and drink his semen in order to have magic. "The
non-magical person, the amount of magic inside will depend on the wizard or witch; if it is a
wizard with a very low magic core, the ef ects on the non-magical person will be temporary,
specifically one to two minutes. But if the person drinks the fluids of a powerful magician, he can
have a magic core for a month, maybe a year even could be permanent if the magician or witch
has a powerful magic core."
Petunia's breathing was heavy, and the picture coming was that of a group of people having sex.
"For this to work most ef ectively, you have to have sex outdoors, preferably on full moon days;
this will make the magic flow throughout the body of the non-magical person. In the same way, if
you want to be more ef ective and obtain more power, you can resort to the method of emotions.
Emotions such as sadness and hatred will not work; these types of feelings are ef ective in other
types of rituals. To fill the core of a non-magician, the most ef ective emotions are lust and love."
Petunia swallowed hard when reading all that; apparently, she had a magic core inside, but this one
was dead. "It seems that this nucleus is a kind of womb, and mine is sterile," Petunia said. "Then I
have to seduce Harry and ate his cum so he can give me magic."
The mere thought disgusted Petunia to the core, but the fact that she never had magic was
something she could not tolerate. She had been good at everything in her youth—in school, in
sports—but not having magic was something she could never have and the reason she distanced
herself from her family.
"If I want to have magic, I'll have to seduce Harry," Petunia thought, tapping her finger on the
desk. That couldn't be the worst of it; after all, she had married with Vernon's whale, so she never
had to work in her life.
Petunia closes the book, takes the laundry basket, and carries it inside the bathroom. She left the
door open so that the tub could be looked at and Potter could see her naked. "How dif icult can be
make horny a teenager?" Petunia thought in front of the mirror. Petunia dropped her robe and
revealed her beautiful body.
Despite her age, she had a very beautiful body; her medium breasts were firm, her belly was flat
without any sign of stretch marks, and her butt, although modest, were firm, soft, and beautiful.
After all, she maintained her figure well. Petunia posed in front of the mirror a couple of times,
lifted her ass, and slapped her buttock. "There is no doubt that I am a beautiful woman."
Petunia returned to the bathroom and closed the faucet. Petunia threw soap into the bathtub, and
little by little, the foam began to appear. Petunia put a beautiful and small foot in the bathtub. She
was very careful with her feet and hands; she often went to pedicures and manicures, and this time
her fingernails and toenails were white.
The hot water embraced her body, and Petunia let out a moan of satisfaction. Carefully, she passed
the scourer through her smooth skin. Outside the bathroom, Petunia heard her nephew knocking on
the door. "Aunt Petunia, I'm coming for the dirty laundry," her nephew said.
Petunia smiled and lay back in the tub so that her breasts were exposed; she also put one foot on
the edge of the tub. She heard the door of the open and watched Harry search the basket.
"The basket is here in the bathroom, Harry," she pointed out.Petunia watched through the door as her nephew opened his eyes. When he looked at her, Harry
quickly looked away. "Ca... can I come later!" Harry said.
Petunia smiled. "No, come here and take the basket," Petunia ordered. Exposing more of her round
breasts and pink nipples.
"with permission." Potter said, opening the door and walking around the bathroom with his gaze on
the ground.
Petunia watched as her nephew tried not to look at her but failed miserably. In a comical way,
Harry looked at her sideways and then looked away. "Harry dear, could you do me the favor of
getting the soap for me?" Petunia asked in a honeyed voice. With her bare foot, she pointed him
where the liquid soap was.
Harry looked hypnotized Petunia's arching foot. "S- Sure." Stuttering Harry.
Petunia watched as her nephew walked awkwardly towards the soap and picked it up awkwardly;
no doubt talking to him in this way was rare for him. Petunia watched as her nephew took the soap.
When he returned, Petunia, with her foot, brushed Harry's leg, and he let out a squeal of surprise
and dropped the soap in the tub. "I'm sorry, Aunt Petunia," Harry apologized.
Petunia wanted to reprimand him, but she held back her urge and continued with her role. "It's
okay, Harry. Just pick up the soap," Petunia said leisurely, caressing his arm with her foot. She
traced her pretty feet from his arm to his hand.
Harry had a strong blush on his face. She looked at the boy's pants and noticed how he had a
strong erection in them. Harry awkwardly leaned over and put his hand in the bathtub. The very
idiot couldn't stop seeing her tits and feet.
Petunia felt Harry's hand scan the tub for the bottle; her feet were only inches from his face; she
could feel his breath on her sole; his nephew's hand touched her legs; and Petunia encouraged him.
"You're very close to taking it, Harry," Petunia said, brushing her foot his nephew's face.
His hand touched her thigh, and Petunia grabbed his wrist. "Let me help you," she said, guiding
Harry's hand to her pussy.
Harry's fingers found his pussy and he let out a pathetic squeal. What Petunia didn't expect was that
her nephew would run out of the room. The water splashed on him, and Petunia heard Harry's
footsteps and how he slammed the door. "Pathetic." Petunia growled, annoyed.
At dinner time, Petunia descended the stairs in a black one-piece dress with no underwear. Before
going down, she played with her nipples so that they were hard and visible to her nephew.
Upon entering the kitchen, Petunia looked at her nephew, who was plating the food, and saw her.
Harry blush. "Th.. the dinner is served, Aunt P-Petunia," Potter stutters without taking his eyes off
Petunia's tits.
"Then let's have dinner," Petunia said, walking erotically to the table.
Harry, as usual, grabbed his plate to go to dinner in his room, but this time Petunia stopped him.
"Where are you going, Harry?" asked Petunia, placing a hand on her nephew's shoulder.
Harry blushed furiously. "Upstairs for dinner in my room as usual," Harry said, trying not to see
Petunia's tits.Petunia gave a slight chuckle and traced her finger down her nephew's arm to his chin, making him
blush. "Don't be silly, honey," Petunia said in an erotic voice. "It's just you and me."
Petunia walked behind her nephew and pressed his breast against his back. There is no need for
you to leave," Petunia said in Harry's ear.
"Aunt Petunia! Harry groaned when Petunia bit his ear.
"Dinner with me, Harry," Petunia said, stroking her nephew's body.
"Okay," Harry said, trembling nervously.
The dinner was a bit awkward; Petunia was talking to her nephew about her life. "And do you have
a girlfriend?" asked Petunia with a smile.
Harry shook his head. "Too bad," said Petunia. "With a nephew as handsome as you, one would
think you would be popular with women."
At the end of dinner, Petunia offered to wash the dishes with her nephew. Petunia constantly
pinned her arm against her nephews to tease him, which didn't work because Potter splashed water,
wetting them both. "I'm so sorry, Aunt Petunia," Harry apologized.
Petunia restrained her anger. "It's okay, dear nephew," Petunia said, stroking Harry's cheek. The
cloth of her dress stuck to her body, so Harry could see her nipples more closely. "Did the mouse
eat your tongue, Harry?"
Potter shook his head. "Have a good night, Harry," Petunia said goodbye, kissing her nephew's
cheek.
Petunia stunned Harry in the kitchen; she went upstairs to her room. "Bloody boy!" growled
Petunia, knowing that she had failed in her job. "How come he didn't fall under my charms?"
Petunia undressed and took a bath. At the end, she dressed in her silk robe. Tomorrow would be
another day, and she would not rest until she had magic.
The next morning, Petunia woke up, brushed her teeth, and looked in the mirror. "I need to look as
slutty as possible," Petunia muttered. Once ready, smiling malevolently, Petunia opened her robe
and exposed the valley of her breasts without showing her nipples. "Who cares? What I need is to
drink his semen."
Petunia opened her robe a little wider, and the pink areolas of her nipples were now visible. She
slipped her underwear down her legs and fell on the floor around her beautiful little feet. "Now, I
can go down," Petunia said with a smile.
Coming down, the smell of food flooded Petunia's nostrils. She opened her robe a little more and
headed towards the kitchen. "How delicious, it smells!" groaned Petunia, entering the kitchen.
Harry turned around to look at her and was stunned to see his aunt's robe open. "Good morn...
Good morning, Aunt Petunia," Harry greeted, nervously turning his eyes to the pan.
Petunia walked behind him and hugged her nephew from behind. "Good morning, Harry," greeted
Petunia, kissing Harry's cheek as her hands caressed his chest.
When breakfast was ready, Petunia offered to plate the food. "Take a seat, honey; let your aunty
serve you breakfast," Petunia said, holding Harry's hand and forcing him to take a seat.Harry took a seat, and Petunia began to plate breakfast. She walked around the kitchen, wiggling
her hips for her nephew's enjoyment; she could feel his eyes on her ass. Petunia smiled and bit her
lip, knowing what she would do next. She consciously dropped a spoon in front of Harry.
"What a fool I have been!" said Petunia. Crouching down, she felt her robe rise, exposing her bare
ass to her nephew.
She knew that her asshole and pussy were in Harry's sight. She heard him growl; it was almost like
the sound of an animal wanting to devour its prey. She thought he would go after her, but in the
end, Harry did nothing.
Frustrated and furious, Petunia stood up and feigned a smile. A lump peeked into her nephew's
pants, and she smiled, knowing that it had taken effect on him. Breakfast was monotonous and
boring; her nephew avoided looking at her face and just ate her breakfast quickly and excused
himself. "Coward!" thought Petunia, left alone in the kitchen.
She heard him come up the stairs and lock himself in the bathroom. "At least I made him get an
erection," Petunia said, eating her fruit.
During the afternoon, she planned another method to get her nephew's cock sucked. During the
afternoon, Potter cleaned the yard and the pool.
Petunia looked at him from the window as she looked in the mirror. Petunia was only dressed in a
black bra and a thong of the same color. She picked up the bottle of sunscreen and went down to
the backyard. She walked through the garden erotically for her nephew's view.
Harry was dumbfounded at the sight of her. "I hope I don't bother you, dear nephew," Petunia said
as she placed her towel on the chair. "But the day is lovely for sunbathing."
Petunia looked at Harry through his sunglasses; he constantly looked at Petunia's feet. "What a
naughty boy! thought Petunia as she arched her feet. She heard him growl at the sight of Petunia's
little arched feet.
"Harry, dear!" called Petunia in a honeyed voice and with one leg in the air. "Would you be so kind
as to put sunscreen on me?"
Petunia looked like her nephew doubted it for a moment. "Yes, Aunt Petunia," Harry replied with a
slight blush.
She clapped her hands. "What a kind nephew I have," Petunia said, blowing him a kiss, which
made him blush.
She sat on her heels with her back to Harry. "Let me take this off so I don't get in the way," Petunia
said, taking off her top.
She couldn't see Harry's reaction, but Petunia was sure he already had his cock hard as a rock.
Petunia lay on her stomach and waited for her nephew to start touching her. She didn't have to wait
long
Petunia felt her nephew's hands; at first, Harry was clumsy and hesitant to touch her. "That's it!"
moaned Petunia, feeling Harry's calloused hands massaging her shoulders and back, the sunscreen
moistening her skin and making her more slippery. "Your hands are amazing!"
Petunia's words had an effect on Harry. As he began to massage her more firmly, Petunia continued
to make lewd sounds and writhe under her nephew's touch. Suddenly, she noticed how Harrystopped massaging her when he reached her lower back. "What's up, honey?" asked Petunia.
She looked at his face and noticed that Harry had a big blush on his cheeks and a bump on his
pants. "Your... the bottom of your bikini... is in the way," Harry stutters, with much embarrassment.
Petunia smiled, knowing that he had already fallen into her trap. "What a fool I was!" moaned
Petunia. "Why don't you take them away from me, love?"
A silence reigned when she said those words. "Really?" asked Harry, uncertainly.
"Of course, Harry," Petunia said, wiggling her ass.
Hesitantly, Harry placed his hands on Petunia's hips and began to lower her thong. She heard him
moaning and then growling. "Ready!" said Petunia, wiggling her butt in the air.
Harry dropped the sunscreen on Petunia's ass; the liquid ran through her ass crack to her vagina
making her moan. Harry's hands caressed Petunia's ass; at first, he was slow, but as she moaned,
Harry began kneading her ass.
"That feels so good!" moaned Petunia.
"I'm... I'm doing well, Aunt Petunia," Harry asked, embarrassed. She felt his hands squeezing her
ass cheeks.
"You're doing an amazing job, honey!" she moaned.
"You are so kind to help me; your hands are amazing. Touch me, touch me more, honey! Petunia
moaned, excited, lifting her ass.
Harry's hands went from her ass to her back. The boy was nervous and wanted to touch Petunia's
whole body; after all, this was the first woman he ever touched.
Harry put more sunscreen on Petunia's butt and massaged him again; she felt him slowly touching
her pussy and anus. "How is my ass, Harry?" asked Petunia.
She felt Harry's fingers touching her asshole.
"It's beautiful, auntie," Harry confessed.
"Don't you think it's old? She asked and moaned.
She moaned as she felt her nephew squeeze a buttock and then massage her pussy. "Naughy boy,"
she said with a smile, feeling Harry's fingers touching her asshole and pussy.
"It's perfect, Aunt Petunia," growled Harry. Her nephew started massaging her anus with his
thumb. She had never let her husband touch her there, but seeing that this was to get magic, she had
no choice but to accept it.
"That feels good!" yelled Petunia, feeling Harry now massaging her pussy with his fingers. "Do
you like your aunt's pussy?
"I love it, Aunt Petunia! growled Harry.
"Now give me your cum," she thought.
Petunia got up from her chair, much to her nephew's chagrin. She looked at his disappointed facewhen Petunia stood up. "Don't worry, Harry, we'll do a lot of things this holiday," Petunia said, she
ordered him to sit down.
"So, I'm the first woman you touch?" asked Petunia. Harry's hands fell on her hips, and he began to
caress her waist. She moaned at Harry's gently grips.
Yes," he groaned. Harry began kissing Petunia's hips and leaving marks on her from bites and
hickeys.
"I see that you are quick to learn," said Petunia. This was not so bad; it had been years since she
had been touched in this way by her husband.
"Now let me help you," Petunia said. She knelt in front of her nephew and began massaging
Harry's thighs. "Nervous?" asked Petunia, to Harry's gasps.
He nodded nervously. "You don't have to be," Petunia said, planting kisses on his thighs. "Your
dear aunt is here to take care of you."
Potter looked at her with a little suspicion but said nothing. Petunia licked her lips, ready to claim
that thick liquid that would make her possess magic. She wasn't particularly fond of the taste of
semen.
She had rarely allowed Vernon to end up in her mouth. Patiently, so as not to scare him, Petunia
pulled down Harry's shorts to free his cock. "Holy God!" gasped Petunia, seeing that huge cock.
His nephew's cock slammed against his flat abdomen. Look at this!" said Petunia, licking her lips.
She took Harry's cock with her small hand.
Not even with her two hands around such a cock, Petunia wasn't even able to grasp Harry's cock.
"Maybe it's eighteen centimeters," Petunia thought, looking at Harry's glans throbbing and
secreting pre-seminal fluid.
"Is there something wrong, Aunt Petunia?" asked Harry, embarrassedly.
Petunia looked him in the eye. No, honey, there's nothing wrong with you," she said, kissing the tip
of his cock.
The taste of her nephew's semen sent an electric shock all over her body. She groaned and trembled
at the magnificent taste of Harry's semen. "Ahgh!" gasped Petunia; something inside her reacted
with the liquid.
"Are you okay, Aunt Petunia?" asked Harry, worried about her.
When Petunia finally recovered, she planted another kiss on Harry's cock, making him moan. "I'm
perfectly fine, Harry," she said. Stroking the cock from top to bottom "You are such a big nephew,
much bigger than your Uncle Vernon."
"Really?" asked Harry doubtfully.
Petunia nodded and planted a kiss on Harry's testicles; the huge cock rested on her face. She sniffed
his cock, and the smell drove her crazy. "Yes, his horrendous little cock doesn't compare to yours."
Petunia wrapped her mouth around Harry's cock and began to gobble it up. "Aunt... Aunt Petunia!"
Harry groaned, trembling and panting with pleasure."Gak, gak, gak!" was the only sound produced by Petunia.
Petunia relaxed her throat so she could swallow her whole cock. this slipped all over her throat,
making her cough and gag. "Gahhh!" gasped Petunia, pulling his cock out of her mouth. An
enormous amount of saliva lubricated and made Harry's veiny and throbbing cock glow.
Petunia could tell by the way Harry's glans were swollen and throbbing, sign that he was close to
cum. "And best of all, you don't have that awful belly that your uncle has," Petunia said,
masturbating him with both hands.
Those words seemed to make happy at Harry. "Why don't you let your aunt keep sucking this
beautiful cock? Petunia said, wrapping her lips back around Harry's cock. "Gak, Gak, Gak!"
She sucked him in and played with her tongue around him, her nephew moaning and whimpering
with pleasure from Petunia's mouth. His head went up and down. "Let it go, honey," Petunia said,
taking Harry's cock in her hands and beginning to masturbate him quickly. "Release your delicious
semen into your beautiful aunt's mouth."
Harry trembled and closed his eyes in an attempt to not cum. "Don't hold back, my boy; release all
your cum for me; release all the cum for mommy," Petunia said as she licked Harry's glans.
When she told him that, Harry groaned. "Here it comes," growled Harry.
Not wanting to miss any drop of semen, Petunia swallowed Harry's entire cock; it palpitated and
trembled in her mouth. The first four shots flooded Petunia's mouth; she almost choked on the
semen in her mouth, but she forced herself to swallow all that liquid.
She felt something inside her wake up—currents of electric shocks running through her body from
the tips of her feet to the tip of her head. Petunia felt dizzy and tired, but at no point did she let a
drop of semen escape from her mouth.
When shots seven and eight were over, Petunia looked into her nephew's eyes as she struggled to
swallow the thick liquid. She tried once, but Petunia gagged. "I need to drink this; for nothing in
the world can I spill it," Petunia thought, tears streaming down her cheeks.
Breathing heavily, Petunia tried once more, and with great difficulty, she swallowed the entire load
of thick semen. "Gagh!" panted Petunia, letting go of her nephew's cock, which was slowly
returning to its restful state from Harry's cock salivating and some semen falling to the floor.
"That was lovely," Petunia pointed out, standing up.
When she tried to take a step, Petunia fell faintly into her nephew's arms; the last thing she heard
was Harry's worried voice. "Aunt Petunia!"
When she woke up, Petunia was in the living room. "Aunt Petunia!" cried Harry. Worried, he knelt
in front of her. "Are you okay?"
"What happened?" she asked. Petunia was covered with a towel. She sat up and noticed she was
still naked.
"Well... after you... did that, you faded away, so I brought her here," Harry explained.
"How long ago was that?" asked Petunia again.
"A couple of minutes ago," Harry replied.She felt her throat dry. Harry, honey, could you bring me a little bit of..." Petunia couldn't even
finish her petition because, out of nowhere, a huge rumble was heard, and then a huge storm fell on
Privet Drive.
"What's going on? exclaimed Harry, prompting the sliding door to close.
A few moments ago, the sun was at its peak, and the forecast had not warned about the probability
of rain. "What did you do?" asked Petunia, frightened.
"I didn't do anything, I swear!" replied Harry, not understanding anything.
Petunia gradually regained her composure. "If it wasn't you, that only means one thing," Petunia
murmured, trembling with excitement.
She remembered how, as a child, Harry provoked strange things, such as walking on the walls, or,
the most dangerous, when Harry was five years old and watching some cartoons about firefighters,
he threw a fireball at the curtains, causing the house to almost burn down.
Petunia remembered how Harry had reached out and a fireball had shot out of his hand. She
recreated the scene by pointing to the metal trash can. As soon as the memory came to his mind, a
stream of heat swept through his body, and a fireball the size of a softball shot out of his hand and
entered the metal container and setting on fire.
Petunia screamed with excitement and stood up from her seat. "It worked! I work!" cried Petunia,
running towards her nephew
Harry looked at her strangely and without understanding anything. "I have magic!" cried Petunia,
running towards her nephew. She jumped and wrapped her legs around him. Petunia kissed him
passionately; her tits were pressed against Harry's bare chest, and she felt her cock growing in her
shorts. "And I owe it all to you.
"Huh?" said Harry in confusion...
Weekly Power Status
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Ranking 
-- Power
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