“I-if it’s what you want, Sir.”

Harry thought about Ginny. The pretty girl with an athletic body who at times practically worshipped him.

He thought about all the times he’d fantasized about her, about the close relationship they had because of their shared interests.

He almost felt like he could find the strength to resist. To break free from the musky fog in his mind. It was as if there was a mental battle in his head and the hero from his second year was trying to fight Dudly off and protect Ginny.

Then Harry’s eyes fell back on the picture of his mother and for a second he saw Ginny’s face there instead. He was instantly flooded with a series of fantasies and images, Ginny being broken down, turned into a slobbering mess and then made into another toy.

Harry felt his stomach twist and his pussy get wet at the thought of the little girl who was at least a little sister and behind that the woman he loved.

He tried to fight back, he imagined what life would be like if he’s never messed up that potion. He’d beat Voldemort, finish up school, and marry the girl of his dreams.

And again his attempt to think about anything besides Dudly’s cock were ruined when he started to think about an older Ginny being fucked by his cousin.

His legs began to quiver at the thought of his wife being tailed by his fat abusive cousin, him slapping and degrading her while Harry sat in the corner jerking off.

Dudley has at this point noticed something going on and stood besides Harry and reached his arm around her supple waste. He began slide his hand down and finger her pussy.

Harry’s fantasy kept going, the dream of his wife being broken, taken, and fucked in front of him. It made him feel sick but at this point he was also so turned on that he could hardly stand.

He thought about dusky finishing up with her, leaving a gaping cum filled pussy and Harry quickly diving in for sloppy seconds. His tiny cock thrusting in and out and not touching her walls due to how stretched they were, just sloshing around in the cum.

He actually fell to his knees at this point, Dudley letting go of his cousin and began pulling down his own pants. Harry still spacing out began to pant and could taste the musk of Dudly’s recently freed cock.

His fantasy continued with Dream Dudley pushing him off and taking Ginny with him over his shoulder like a used cum sock. With a second thought the fat older cousin took off Ginny’s wedding ring. He held it and Ginny’s panties out to Harry and asked if Harry wanted to be a husband or his bitch.

Snapping back to reality a panting Harry locked eyes with his cousin and finally responded. Trying to play it off he breathily said.

“I-If that’s what you want, Sir.”

Dudley gave his cousin a grin and slapped her with his cock.

“Good, now open up and wash my cock off. I’m apparently about to be meeting a pretty lady and unless you’re fucking slurry whores you should always have a clean cock for a new lady.”

Harry shuddered at the backhanded insult and began washing Dudly’s balls with his mouth. While he did that he quickly wrote a letter with his free hands and tossed it at Hedwig before focusing all his attention on the dick in front of him.

Dudley grinned and watched the owl fly off as he felt his cousin begun to clean off the smemga under the head of his dick.