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Cousin Love	By : Nayeri Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Dudley/Harry Views: 36989 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the characters there in. I do not gain any money for writing this story.

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(Author's note: Good grief; depression is a serious disease, as it sucks all will to do anything. Also, my muse seems to have gone missing, so I've been forcing these out. Anyway, sorry for the delay, without further ado, on we go!)
Life fell into a routine for the two teens, with the morning concentrating on teaching Dudley as much as possible, while the afternoon was spent cleaning up the yard and otherwise making the place more inhabitable. Harry called upon Dobby and Kreacher when he realized that one bath was not going to be enough, particularly with his sixteenth birthday approaching in a few weeks. Thus, with the help of the house elves, Harry added a small, en suite bathroom with a tub to his room. The magic afforded to this effort left Harry exhausted, and it was three days before they could continue their magical training.
Once the problems with the house were taken care of, however, they used the entire day to catch Dudley up to where Harry was. When Harry wasn't helping his cousin on magic or potions, he was training himself for his part in the war. Their days went like this for the month between their coming to the small cottage, and Harry's birthday. The only interruption was when Dobby came to Harry, frightened that “Master Headmaster Dumbledore” was on deaths door from foolishly touching a cursed ring. This, of course, had Harry searching the potion journals until he found the required one. He didn't bother asking why the Potter's had a Parseltongue volume on potions, he simply translated it and sent it off with Dobby so that Snape could save the life of the Headmaster.
It was as things slowed down that Dudley had time to reflect upon their creature inheritance. From what little he had been able to find, nymphs and their cousins the naiads(and other water nymphs) and the dryads had once been immortal, and unable to bear children. However, around 33 AD, a shift in the power scheme caused them to realize that their time was at an end if they didn't fix it. So, they went to their respective gods, and were blessed/cursed with fertility. What Dudley never understood is the fact that there had been fewer than ten sightings of any of the nymph family within the past fifty years; if they were so fertile, why were there so few of them?
This answer, of course, could not be found in books written by man, so Dudley was left with only the knowledge of parts of his ancient history. That, and his concern on weather or not the locks would hold, occupied his mind late July 30^th as he soaked in the bath in the hallway bathroom. He had no doubt about the fact that he would be the submissive; he was too much of a bottom to be anything else. He just didn't like the idea of being pregnant during the school year; he had a feeling life would be hard enough without that added complication.
Sighing, he submerged himself in the full-length, deep tub, glad that the Potters had been and still were rich. Had it been a small tub, he'd have been hard pressed to fit inside. However, underwater he did not hear the clock chime midnight, thus he knew nothing until the finally chime. Then his whole world was a giant burning inferno; first his hands and feet, which lengthened, the nails becoming sharper and the minimal webbing in-between the fingers and toes growing to aquatic level. His body become more stream-lined, his hair lying flat against his skull as if he'd put a cap on. But the worst pain was when the gills grew in; however, afterward he was grateful, as he'd been running out of air during the transformation, and the gills quickly replaced that instinctively.
Once the burning pain of his creature inheritance died down, it was replaced with another burning. This one started deep in his belly, until it consumed him. He couldn't get comfortable, even when he turned the cold water on. Then his cock sprang to life, harder than it had ever been, and aching for release. Grasping it, he pumped vigorously with his webbed hand, careful of his new claws. It wasn't long before over-sensitized flesh ended in a climatic orgasm, spraying his seed out of the water. Still the heat and arousal did not stop, no matter how much he stroked and teased himself.
After awhile being lost within his own lust haze, he noticed that the hand stroking his member wasn't his. Nor was that warm mouth, which enveloped him right down to the root. Opening his eyes, he caught sight of black hair slicked down, and a blue-green back. Any thoughts he had, were chased away as a finger was carefully inserted into his anus, rolling and pumping inside as that mouth sucked, drawing out one long moan after the other. He lost it as a second finger was entered, and pushed in deeper, hitting his prostate along the way. Even as that mouth gulped down his cum, those fingers never stopped.
Dudley swore he never had as many orgasms as he had during that prepping phase. By the time Harry pulled off him, his hole was well stretched, and the other teen was hard as a rock. Dudley whimpered softly as Harry took him by the legs, guiding him closer to that hard member. His cousin whispered in a husky voice, “Hush, Dudley. We both want this, have been wanting it for awhile. Besides, it's the only way to cool the heat's lust.”
That voice and those words had Dudley hard again, and nary a whimper escaped him again as Harry slowly entered him. That feeling of being filled, being stretched by a cock, had him moaning and twisting underwater, his gills rippling as his breath quickened. He let out a soft growl when Harry stopped after hilting, only to get a chuckle from the other teen. Any protests Dudley might have made were cut short as Harry began to move, slowly pushing in and out.
After that, it was a mindless, lust filled time, with his cock never softening in the least no matter how many times he came. And he came often, as the naiad that was mating with him, bonding with him had found the right speed and position to consistently batter his prostate. Dudley wasn't sure if it was his fourth or sixth orgasm when he felt Harry join him, his insides bathed in that thick concoction of sugar, water and sperm. Feeling his mate cum in him lengthened his own climax, causing him to pass out for a time.
When he came to, he was clean, dry and cuddled in Harry's bed while spooning his cousin mate. His body had shifted back to a more normal, human form, allowing him to breathe with his lungs again. He stirred and shifted, only to be gently pet and soothed back into sleep. He decided that he would deal with the consequences when he woke up, whether it was later today or tomorrow was irrelevant. He was content, happy to finally have bonded to Harry after so many years.
<HP><HP><HP>
He stopped in an alleyway in Hogsmeade, his nose twitching as he tried to find that alluring scent he'd been following for the past hour. He growled softly as he found nothing, and cursed his wretched luck. He then thought for a minute as he realized something: the only reason a submissive's scent would vanish that quickly, was if a dominant were living in the same building as the submissive. As he knew of no mated pairs that lived in Hogsmeade, he decided that the dominant was somehow related to the submissive, who had smelt new anyways.
Grinning evilly, he went to discuss things with the Council. While they couldn't kill the abomination that would have resulted from this newest mating, they could kill the arrogant dominant. Then the submissive would be available the next time they went on heat. He planned to remain around the cells where the submissive would be held. He wouldn't miss out on this new one again, though he would curse the fact that he missed out on taking their virginity. Still, that was neither here nor there; he had a ways to go to the Council Halls, better get moving. With that, the stranger dashed from Hogsmeade, with neither new naiads aware that he'd ever been there.
(End Author's Note: So, this is my first full-on smut session in writing. Please R&R and tell me what you think.)
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