Her scorching heat swallowed him again. So wet, so tight, so perfect. The way her pussy clung to him with every pull felt like it was made to milk every drop from him, a sinful grip that throbbed with need. He couldn't help wonder who her previous partner or partners were and if they even had a cock because fucking hell, she was tight.
Daphne's mouth opened wide in ecstasy, but before she could moan, Dudley stuffed her lips with his own. His tongue, coated in molten chocolate, slid into her mouth.
Their kiss melted into a filthy dance of taste and desire, a feverish mix of lust and sweetness that made her whimper into his mouth.
She lost it. Both hands flew up, grabbing his head. She moaned into the kiss, hungrily sucking his mouth, licking the chocolate from his tongue. It was messy. Hot. Sticky. Her saliva mingled with his as they devoured each other.
He passed the candy between their mouths as they kissed like animals. Tongue-heavy, desperate, sucking, licking, slithering and twisting. Globs of melted chocolate sliding back and forth between them.
All the while, his hips never stopped. His cock pounded into her from below, balls slapping against her thigh. He raised her leg higher, driving deeper, thrusting harder. Each time he sank in, her walls clamped over him like velvet fire, sucking him in as if desperate to keep him buried forever.
"Ugh…. ugh…. Ugh…" She trembled and moaned from her nose with each plunge. Her pale breasts jolted up each time he went in deep.
He broke the kiss and bent down to suck her nipple, licking over the sensitive bud, his tongue swirling, spreading some sweet chocolate tinged saliva. He loved the way her hardened button snapped back and jiggled with each flick of his tongue.
She arched into his mouth, groaning, her hand flying up to cover her lips. Then, her body snapped. She convulsed, her pussy gripping down on his cock with a sudden, overwhelming tightness.
"Uhh—uhh!" she whimpered into her hand.
Her legs shook. Her core spasmed. Her orgasm ripped through her like a flood, and she couldn't stop it. Slick juices spilled out, coating him, dripping down her thighs. Her walls milked him greedily, desperate for the same reaction from him.
Still fucking her though it, Dudley stared at her face. "So… uh… I'm close."
Daphne's eyes opened wide, glowing with lust. She reached around him, grabbing his waist, her raised leg locked around his hip too. She pulled him in even deeper, feeling even more ecstasy as he probed the depth that shouldn't be touched.
"I know… you have the potion… do it."
He blinked. How did she—?
But now wasn't the time to think, it didn't matter. The pressure, the slickness, the way her pussy fluttered around him with every stroke; it was maddening, toe-curling pleasure that made his spine tingle.
"Ghk…" He grunted, his body slamming against hers. The window rattled behind her with the force.
Her tits bounced, smushed onto his chest, her moans stifled only by his kiss as he pistoned into her furiously. He fucked her frantically, shaking her entire body as he thrusted up so high he tiptoed for a split second. Then, to stop her moans, he kisses her harder.
"Mmmmh~" It came fast, intense, like a craving. He groaned into her mouth as he emptied himself inside her dripping pussy. Thick spurts of hot, heavy cream filled her cunt. So much of it leaked immediately, a sticky trail trickling down her thigh, splattering onto the cabin floor.
He didn't stop thrusting. Slow, grinding strokes helped him ride the high, cock still twitching inside her soaked, stretched walls. He guessed this was their first and last, and he didn't want to let the prettiest Slytherin go that easily.
Not ready to pull out, he gripped her thighs and lowered them both down onto the bench. Daphne straddled him now, limp with pleasure, but still clinging on to his cock, addicted to his flesh wand.
He stayed inside her, his cock nestled in that pulsing warmth, while she clenched softly around him. Every squeeze was divine.
"This…" Daphne's breath still came unevenly, but the shimmer of lust had faded from her eyes. The icy glint had returned. "This never happened."
Smiling, Dudley lifted his hand and pinched two fingers in front of his lips, mimicking a zipper. "As you wish—I never had sex with Daphne Greengrass, no matter how great it was."
"Hmh…" She gave a low, almost amused sound through her nose.
But as she tried to shift, Dudley moved. His hands wrapped around her waist, pulling her back into his lap. She let out a soft gasp as she landed on him again, his strong arms locking behind her, holding her there. Before she could react, he tilted her chin and kissed her lips.
His mouth was persuasive, tongue sliding in deep, tasting her thoroughly. He kissed her slowly, but intensely.
"There was some chocolate left." He said and finally released her.
Hah! I like that blush on her face.
Daphne quickly grabbed her wand and ran out of the cabin, likely to the washroom to fix herself.
Back in the cabin, Dudley cleaned up and sighed.
So this happened today… What an exciting life.
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As soon as Dudley returned to Hogwarts, his life turned into a strange ritual of sorts. He didn't plan it but it just started to happen.
First it was Fleur, seeking his help in training for the task. But the help she desired was less about magic and more about… bodily needs. And she was really into it, going as far as to declare she'd join his company after finishing Beauxbatons and become his secretary.
Honestly, it sounded amazing on paper. But in real life, he didn't want it. With her, it'd be less work and more sex. It was shocking to him since it should be him obsessed with fucking her but somehow it was the other way around. To this day he had no damn clue what he did for her that earned him that fanatic obsession. Edwin was still trying to find out.
Sure, he still trained her. But it was three hours of fucking followed by half an hour of training. It was a joke.
But Dudley was no man to not cherish that sort of thing. He knew he shouldn't complain when other men starved and he was feasting. And feasting he was, with his most cherished girls, Hannah and Susan.
As the guy who took their virginities, he took personal pleasure in pleasuring them both. With them it was never a chore but a need like food and water. He loved watching them moan his name, writhe under his plundering thrusts, and cum. Since he could have both of them together, it was never not fun.
The two would often entertain with mid-sex banter, comparing each other's capacity to get fucked. Once, they challenged each other on how long they could keep their pussies clenched around his cock. Shockingly, Hannah won—well she did have a much finer ass.
Like that, days passed. He wanted to resume the private Occlumency and Legilimency sessions with Hermione, but she was busy training Harry. So, he focused on his own training and studying.
The closer the day of the final task got, the more serious he became. He stopped seeing Fleur and promised her a job at his company if she truly focused on the task. But he couldn't keep his Hufflepuff gremlins away, so he only stopped them from sexual meetings when the final task was just three days away.
Two days before the task, for a different matter, he went to see Professor Septima Vector. It was important for his entire company, magical or not.
"You were such a great help, dear." Professor Vector was still relishing the success of her research. It had been approved by the relevant departments already. She'd gained worldwide fame in the field of Arithmancy.
Of course, Dudley had already surpassed her initial research by many times. But that was only meant for his personal use.
"Thank you, Professor," he replied, noticing how the mature woman gazed at his pants from time to time. He knew what she wanted, and he almost understood her. It'd been months since he last received her compensation. And he honestly didn't mind. She was like a change of taste in Hogwarts.
But not that day.
"Professor, I'd like to extend an invitation for you to join my secret research project. I plan to use Arithmancy to predict the stock market, assess my investments, and even calculate the potential success of my future expansions and policies." He explained his wishes and hopes with Arithmancy.
"We'll also explore Arithmancy's limitations and how we might push it further. While the main purpose is to benefit my ventures, I can't do it alone. I want to create a team but I don't know anyone other than you."
Professor Vector hummed, "So you want my help."
"No, Professor. I want you to lead my Arithmancy team. This work will be highly sensitive, and I need researchers who are willing to take an oath of secrecy and pledge loyalty. You're the only one I trust with that." Dudley spoke firmly, though he didn't fully trust her, but at least he could say it. "You'll receive five million pounds annually. For every accurate prediction, you'll be rewarded—cash bonuses, property, a car, vacation, anything you desire. Perhaps an ancient book? A magical artifact?"
It was an extremely tempting offer. At Hogwarts, Professor Septima Vector made just a few thousand Galleons a month. But the amount Dudley was offering was almost equivalent to half a million Galleons. Nobody other than those rich nobles with old businesses made that much.
Not being that well versed in the Muggle world, Professor Vector looked at Dudley in awe and surprise. She was aware that he was a very successful boy, but this was beyond her expectations. And he was naturally blessed in Arithmancy too.
"I-I… that's a very tempting offer, Mr. Dursley," she replied formally. "May I have a few days to think this through?"
She'll come running to me after tomorrow's task ends. There's nothing left to gain from Hogwarts.
"No trouble, Professor. There's still plenty of time before the term's up," he replied and looked at the window. It was dark outside, and he still had one thing left to do. "I'll head to the Great Hall for dinner now."
Done talking, he left the Professor to think about his offer.
Quickly, he made his way up to the second floor and entered Moaning Myrtle's bathroom. It was as dilapidated as ever, and once he confirmed that the ghost wasn't there, he took out a small piece of paper.
With the third task just a day away, he had some clues for Lily. He imagined she must be hyperventilating somewhere, worried about Harry's safety. After a lot of thinking, he'd decided to secretly help her as much as he could without directly getting involved and matching it with his own plans. Lily had done nothing evil and she didn't deserve the cold treatment.
I hope she'll follow the instructions to the dot.
"Dudley?"
With a jolt, Dudley turned around from the toilet stall where he usually hid the clues. "Lily? Why're you—"
Lily rushed towards him abruptly, a little too close until their bodies were almost touching face to face. She looked up at him, her attire very formal, a witch hat on her head, her long red hair let loose and her green eyes sparkled with intent.
She grabbed his hand, but she didn't even look at the paper. Her focus was on his face the whole time. "Dudley, I'm so sorry I wasn't at home to give you a reply."
"What? What reply?"
"I know, you said that when you returned from your trip and if I was still at home—I had to go out in a rush."
Confused, Dudley frowned. "What are you talking about, Lily?"
"Yes!" She exclaimed, a little too loud to his liking. "You said back then, 'Not unless you really want it properly.' And here's my answer. Yes, I want it properly."
What is—Oh, no… She can't… Is this a trick?
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