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“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” The man cursed as he gripped Harry’s hips and pistoned his cock into the tight, wet pussy of the three-year-old.
“Ungh, ungh, ungh!” Harry cried his little eyes out into the prickly grass, not as much from pain as the shock and confusion of what was happening to him. He hiccuped as he tried to push up on his little arms, pressing his ass back into the cock that was stretching his cunt and filling his belly up so much he could feel it building his stomach and pushing for entrance to his tiny, still developing cervix. He had never felt so full, it was like the time he had been allowed to eat some of Dudley’s leftover birthday cake. He almost felt sick he was so full.
“EEEEEK!” He squealed as a large finger slid from his hip to between his thighs to rub and circle at his now protruding and engorged little clit.
Harry’s foggy little brain tried to remember how it all got to this point.
About an hour and half, before Harry began to be brutally fucked by the stranger with tattoos on top of him, he had run out to his aunt and uncle's backyard to escape his mean cousin Dudley. Usually, it wasn’t too hard to outrun the fat toddler but today Dudley seemed to have a surprising amount of stamina and had followed him outside, pushing Harry to the ground and trying to yank his pants off, demanding he shows him his ‘freak parts’. He had managed to pull his shorts and pampers to his knees, giggling at the sight of the smooth surface of Harry's cunny where a little cock should be.
“Stop it, Dudley, stop it!” Harry cried, kicking his little legs, trying to get his ankles free from Dudley’s hold. Then, all of a sudden a big, black, shaggy shadow flew over Harry and knocked Dudley down. The boy immediately began to cry. Harry sat up and saw that the shadow was a dog. It growled and snapped at Dudley until he ran back inside in fright, calling for his mommy and daddy that a big, scary dog just bit him. It hadn’t.
The dog then turned to Harry, but without the aggression, it had shown Dudley. It approached him slowly, trying not to scare him. It licked his cheek, washing away his tears. It made Harry smile and giggle and he thought it safe to touch the dog. So he reached out with little hands and patted the big dog's neck and behind his ears. The dog seemed to like this. The dog then licked at Harry’s knees which he had scraped when Dudley had first pushed him to the ground. It seemed to stop, thinking as its eyes stared at Harry’s little pussy before beginning to lick his way up the inside of Harry’s thighs to his bald pussy. Harry squealed in surprise, hips trying to jerk away and hands pushing at the dog's head.
“No doggy, that’s dirty!” he told him but the dog had ignored him, opening its mouth wide enough to fit the toddlers cunt between his jaws, his tongue separating chubby labia to lap at the pink inside of his cunt, over his clit before worming the fat, flat tongue into the child's tight opening. Harry stretched his back, his face flushed and his hands fisting in the dog's matted coat while his little legs trembled as he tried to decide if he liked this or not. It didn’t feel bad, but he was pretty sure this wasn’t something he was supposed to be playing with a dog.
He could hear his uncle and aunt inside the house now, trying to get Dudley to calm down so they could understand what he was trying to tell them.
“Doggy,” Harry gasped. “Doggy, you have to go or you’ll get into trouble with my uncle,”
The dog stopped its ministrations, its muzzle wet with it’s own saliva and the juices that Harry had begun to produce from his cunt at the stimulation. The dog looked toward the sliding glass doors off the small dining room where he can see the forms of the two adults inside worrying over their fat son, then looked back to Harry.
The dog should have just left him and run off, but instead, it went around Harry, biting at the back of his jumper and pulling him from the yard and into the trees beyond it. The dog was big enough to lift Harry off the ground, running away with him. Eventually, they stopped, the dog putting Harry back on his feet. He wobbled a little then fell on his but. The dog panted, catching its breath before focusing on Harry again. It took all of him in, checking him over, sniffing and licking at his neck and cheeks until Harry was rolling with giggles, forgetting that his trousers were still down around his ankles, his supple ass and pretty cunt bare to the air, and open for another attack by the randy dog.
The animal pressed its snout back between Harry’s legs to resume the meal he had been making for himself of Harry’s juicy baby cunt. Harry tried to squeeze his legs shut but it only urged the dog to press himself deeper, shouldering open Harry’s knees and diving his tongue further into Harry’s warm pussy. He practically scooped Harry’s cunt up in his open maw the child was so small that he was actually capable of it, the boy's ass lifting off the ground as teeth pressed into the bouncy flesh of his ass and a little bit of his back, but he just rested on them, they never broke the skin. Meanwhile, the dog had now gotten its long tongue as far up inside Harry as it could possibly go. It caressed his walls, soothing his insides and pressing up against little nerves that made Harry see stars and it was still daytime. The dog put his ass down enough that it could pull out its tongue and focus the entirety of its skill with it on Harry’s clit until the child was screaming as he reached his first orgasm. It was too much.
Harry’s scream died out to a silent one, mouth open, eyes wide and unseeing up at the tree canopy, a slip of drool escaping the corner of his mouth as his body twitched and toes curled.
The toddler was out of breath now, his body going limp as his brain fizzed with the aftershock of pleasure that his little body wasn’t accustomed to.
So slack his legs easily fell to the side, joints practically non-existent, as he laid their spread out like a starfish. The dog crawled atop the boy, red rocket large and angry, poking out from its sheath below at his belly like an arrow toward the boys dripping cunt. It’s front paws straddled Harry’s shoulders, covering the boy's body length almost twice over with its own size. It tried to squat, attempting to penetrate the child but with the size difference it just wasn’t working out and it was humping empty air between them.
Finally, the dog stopped, giving a rather human-sounding ‘humph’. But then the most frightening thing by far happened. The dog's body shivered and suddenly, it wasn’t a dog anymore, but a man. He was lean, with black tattoos up his arms and across his chest and some on his ribs too. The man's long hair was dark and tangled, framing what Harry thought might be a handsome face but it was worn and thin, cheekbones practically making raw the spot where they were sharpest under the skin. His eyes were the shade of grey like the clouds just before a heavy storm, and they were filled with desperation and hunger. But it wasn’t the same time of desperation and hunger that Harry had experienced with, this was different. It made a tingle run up Harry’s spine as he tried to process what on earth happened to the dog and where this man had come from.
“Oh, Harry, my sweetheart, my darling wife, I’m sorry but I can’t hold myself back, you don’t understand yet but you will,” the man said as he cradled Harry up off the ground, holding him close to his chest, his body heat transferring to the child through their exposed skin. It was the nicest, most calming thing Harry had ever felt. His aunt never hugged him and most certainly his uncle would never dare even hold his hand. The little boy melted into his arms up until the moment he was dropped down onto the man's large, thick, pulsing cock. It didn’t hurt, but there was a feeling of tightness as he stretched to accommodate the girth of the cock.
Harry’s head dropped back, the man's spindly hand cradling his neck. His mouth fell open wide as a long moan escaped off his tongue which had begun to poke past his bottom lip, tasting the air before the man took a taste of him. His open mouth slotted with the man whose tongue dipped into his, mapping his teeth and playing with his tongue that filled the child’s mouth almost completely.
When the man took his mouth from the boys, releasing his grip on the child’s body a little bit more, it allowed for Harry to sink further and further down the cock until the entire massive thing was inside him and making his stomach expand around it.
“Merlin, Harry, you are so tight and wet. You were made for me, you know that now right, can feel it in here” the man said as he placed a hand on the boy's chest, over his heart. His little heart was beating so fast and felt like it was boiling under his ribs, burning his chest.
Harry couldn’t really speak, he had a hard time thinking of any words at all. He nodded and slowly fell backward so he was still in the man's lap but now with his back mostly resting on the man's thighs while his shoulders were at just past his knees and his head laid atop the grass.
“And of course here,” the man smirked as the hand that expanded the boy's entire chest moved itself down, fingers brushing over hard nipples and further south to where he could feel himself inside the boy's belly as it made itself home in the child’s cunt, thumb going to play with his clit. Harry squealed at the stimulation, back arching and pussy quivering.
“The first time I saw you after you were born, I immediately knew who you were to me. You weren’t just my godson, oh no, you are so much more special then just that. Our magics entangled upon meeting, we were destined for each other. Your father understood, and congratulated me when he realized what had happened. Of course, your mother, being muggle-born, had a little bit of a harder time understanding and accepting the situation. But me and your dad, we got her to come around.” He started to slide his cock out a little, a hand on one hip and the other just between Harry’s shoulder blades then slammed it back in making Harry seize up before his body relaxed as the man repeated the motion.
“My soulmate, my destined pair,” he said lovingly, lifting the toddler up until just the tip of his cock was inside and kissed him softly on his lips before bringing the child back down and beginning a pace of pounding the child’s cunt, the head of his cock pounding bruising the door of Harry womb that was slowly beginning to open up to accept his cock in his baby room.
“Merlin I adore you, Harry, I am absolutely yours as you are mine. I love you” at these words, Harry hiccuped, surprised, and overjoyed to have someone tell him for the first time that he was loved. Harry reached out for the man, touching his arms, his face, to kiss him again because that had felt so nice and filled him with such warmth and made his headlight. The man sensed what he wanted, bringing Harry up a little higher and bending his back so that he could kiss him, this time it was on the more sensual side.
“I’m sorry, Harry, I had planned to wait until you were older before making love to you. I and your father promised your mother that much. I never intended to rape you, but when I saw that brat touching you, getting to see this perfect pussy, I went mad. I needed to taste you, mark you, and make you mine.”
“Aah, aah, aah,” Harry moaned as he felt something breach inside him, passing through, pressing up against his lungs as organs moved to the side to make more room for the giant cock that was building his belly.
“I can’t wait to hear you scream my name,” said the man, hands tracing over and fondling the soft little body of his destined another half.
“Name?” Harry asked, words a little slurred.
“Fucks sake, I didn’t even introduce myself properly!” The man stilled, letting Harry just sit on his cock, as he sighed with agitation with himself. He cupped Harry’s soft, round little face in both of his hands, the boy holding himself up with a grip on his forearms.
“Harry, I’m Sirius Black. I went to school with your mum and dad, your dad was my best mate. I am your mate, your husband by magical law and I know that last part doesn’t make much sense right now, but you’ll understand it later. When we have more time, when I can control myself better, but right now I just need to fuck your brains out.” And then he flipped Harry over onto his hands and knees, that cheek he had so lovingly caressed before pressed into the grass as Sirius continued to thoroughly fuck Harry senseless.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” Sirius cursed as he gripped Harry’s hips and pistoned his cock into the tight, wet pussy of his three-year-old Godson.
“Ungh, ungh, ungh!” Harry was both crying and moaning, getting up on his hands to press his ass back on his godfathers cock as he urgently searched to keep the pleasure going.
Sirius groaned at the warm walls around his cock squeezed at him. His hand went around the child, feeling himself beneath the skin of the child’s belly.
“So fucking perfect. Merlin, I love being a wizard, only a wizard or witch's body could do what your body is doing right now. We’re built differently than muggles, our magic protects us, turns pain into pleasure, it lets our bodies accommodate what normally is not humanly possible like a three-year-old taking an entire 9-inch cock inside of them, all the way up into your sweet little womb” Sirius gripped his own cock through Harry’s stomach and the boy squealed like a little pig, before dropping into a long, deep moan and then to a dog like pant. The toddler was turning into a real bitch for Sirius. The man let out his own moan, head falling back and eyes rolling in his skull from the ecstasy of the toddler's tight cunt around him.
“You're taking it so fucking well, baby girl. You fucking love this. You loved having a dog slurp at your pussy, you wanted me to rape you as a dog, didn’t you?” He spoke to the child’s back, running a hand up and down his spine before snaking around his ribs and pitching at those perky, pink nipples.
“Eep!” The boy's squeak soon became moans as Sirius did less pinching and more careful rolling and tugging.
“Sirius, more!” Harry began to beg, rocking his ass back harder and faster, fucking himself on Sirius's cock.
“Yeah, sweetheart, take what you want, what you need ,” he growled, licking his lips as he watched that ass jiggle as it slammed to the root of his cock, his balls slapping those perfect pussy lips. “Fucking hungry for it, my little slut. Gonna make you feel so good every day, fill you to bursting with my cum until it takes and that little belly is filled with my pups instead!”
Faster, faster, faster he thrust his hips, drilling into the toddler almost abusively in the chase for his release.
“Such a pretty little bitch for me,” he said and Harry as young as he was knew that he knew that ‘bitch’ was a curse word, yet the way Sirius said the word was like it was a term of endearment like ‘honey’ or ‘sweetly’ and Harry preened. He was arching into Sirius's touch, letting out the sweetest whimpers and moans as he was fucked by the grown man.
“I’m gonna take such good care of you, baby girl. Gonna keep you filled every day, gonna buy you the nicest clothes and toys and just anything you want. Your belly will never be empty of for or cum.” He promised and Harry liked the sound of that. He was never spoiled by the Dursleys, always got his cousin's hand downs and scraps. He lived in the cupboard under the stairs, he was called names and ignored, even hit. His family was mean and this man who said he knew his dad and mom was telling him he was going to take him away from all that and treat him with good.
“More,” he managed to get out.
“More, please, more!” Harry was begging him, not even sure what it was that he was asking for more of. More of Sirius cock, of being his teasing, his kisses, his compliments, and praise, of this amazing pleasure the combination of all of those things had him experiencing.
“Oh, baby girl, I will give you all that you want!” Sirius started slamming his hips, faster and harder into the small tight little body under his own. The veins in his neck were building at the surface, he was getting flushed as he really went full force to give Harry what he wanted. But he wasn’t sure how long he was going to last to see it because he was on the edge of his own orgasm.
Snaking his hand under Harry's cunt he begins to rub at his clit to help him get past that final hurdle and come on his cock.
“Oh, oh,oh, oh!” Harry’s eyes were rolling, his tongue had lolled out like a real puppy as he shook and squeezed his pussy around the girthy, long cock inside of him that had carved a place inside of him perfect contorted to Sirius shape and size.
“That’s it, that’s it my little baby whore, fucking take it! Cum! Cum! CUM!!!!” And Harry did, and so did Sirius. He hosed Harry’s insides with his seed, painting his insides white, filling him up until it was sloshing inside of him. But Sirius didn’t pull out, he pumped his cock a few more times, pushing his batter as far inside Harry as he could and then keeping it there, as deep as he could go, holding Harry to him and using his own cock as a plug as Harry slumped to the grass, out of breath, drooling at the corners of his mouth, pussy still pulsing around the softening cock inside of him.
Sirius sat there, baby pussy pressed to his pelvis, cock still deep inside the toddler, head back and eyes rolled back in his own skull at the force of his orgasm. His skin tingled and his hips would give these tiny jerks now and then as if he could push his cock even farther inside of Harry, as if that were possible but the boy was already down to the base. He absentmindedly ran his hands soothingly all over Harry’s body, twitching now and then, sensitive all over. He groaned when he got to the toddler's belly, swollen now not just from the sheer size of Sirius's cock but now from the torrential amount of cum that had filled up and expanded his womb. He cradled and caressed the swollen stomach, imagining feeling the stir of life inside of it. Lily had been radiant when she was pregnant with Harry, luminous with the joy of impending motherhood.
“Fuck!” Sirius cursed as he felt him start to harden inside of Harry. The poor boy hadn’t fully recovered yet and whimpered as he felt the shift inside him.
Sirius hadn't self-control before, but he wouldn't repeat that mistake so soon. Harry deserved better. He needed to rest his pussy and have things explained properly to him. So he took a deep breath and agonizingly slow, pulled himself from Harry’s red, glistening, beautiful pussy. It was gaping, winking at him invitingly to come back but he resisted and turned away from the alluring sight. Harry’s cunt would go back to how it was, his magic would ensure that. Most changes and injuries to the body needed medical attention via potion or spell to help fix or heal, but there were some things that magic just naturally helped heal to its almost original state for a witch or wizard.
Closing his eyes, Sirius willed his cock to calm down and once it was he resumed his animagus form and ran off, leaving Harry behind. The boy at this point had fallen asleep, dreaming of the man, of the dog and of their cocks and of the smiling faces of a red-haired woman watching and smiling warmly and lovingly at him and Sirius with approval.