Snatching his wand off the table, he dragged her by the hand into the living area, his cock swinging heavy, wet, and rock-hard. He shoved her down onto the couch, her plush ass sinking into the cushions as she sat, her legs folding up in perfect anticipation.
Lily slid down slightly, her head resting against the backrest, legs parted in welcome. Her nightshirt barely covered anything anymore, riding up to tease the edge of paradise, covered in that tight, barely there shorts.
Quickly, Dudley removed every single piece of clothing on him. He felt Lily drinking in his body from top to bottom, her knowing lips curved into a smile. That was a side of Lily that Dudley reckoned nobody knew.
"Let's get rid of these."
Naked, he knelt before her like he was kneeling before the altar, slipped his fingers beneath her tight little shorts, and yanked them down in one swift tug. They peeled off her smooth thighs, revealing every inch of her, slick, hot, and waiting.
She wore nothing underneath. Just that teasing nightshirt clinging to her upper body, damp now with sweat and want.
And when Dudley looked up, he froze.
The sight hit him like a spell to the chest.
She was heaven.
Between her thighs was pure sin. Glimmering, pink, flushed. A juicy, glistening slit nestled between toned, creamy thighs that still held the bounce of youth and the softness of a woman in her prime. Her hips flared just right, a gentle curve built for riding and cradling, and that neatly trimmed thatch of red above her mound framed the whole view like a velvet invitation.
Witches were built differently, and Lily Potter, mother of one, married, and still so fucking prime—was sculpted for sin. Her body was the kind that haunted younger men's fantasies and made older men weep with regret. A mature woman in the filthiest sense of the word.
With primal hunger, he slapped his palms onto her thick, squeezable thighs and pushed them up and apart, forcing her legs wide open while she remained seated, her back instinctively arching. Her thighs, so ripe and smooth, flawless and decadently soft—spread like an offering.
"Deserves a taste test!"
"Ooooh!" Lily gasped, one hand flying up to cover her lips, the other diving into Dudley's hair.
He buried his face between her legs without hesitation, devouring her like a starving man. His tongue lashed against her slick folds, and he groaned into her, muffled by her soaked pussy lips.
He licked and flicked her clit, tracing her swollen nub with the tip of his tongue, teasing, tasting, testing. His fingers dug into the supple flesh of her thighs, squeezing, kneading, worshiping. There was no hesitation, only raw hunger.
"Ummhh.. oh!" She responded too perfectly, too shamelessly, moaning, writhing, offering herself so willingly, her cunt wet and inviting.
"Ummm… God, Lily! You taste divine!" Dudley growled between licks, pulling his face back just enough to speak, his chin glistening. He looked up, but his view of her expression was eclipsed by those heavy tits outlined under silk.
"Let's taste you a bit more. You wouldn't mind, would you?"
Lily shook her head slowly, lips slick, eyes drunk on lust, her thighs already trembling from his tongue. "No… don't stop…"
He growled low in his throat and grabbed the hem of her nightshirt. With one aggressive tug, he pushed it up, the silky fabric fighting him before finally bunching above her breasts, revealing her lacy pink bra stretched over two impossibly full, gravity-defying globes.
"Umm… You are… an addiction… Lily!"
Without mercy, he gripped the bra at the center, and yanked it hard—snap!
Something gave way behind her, the tension finally snapping. The bra slipped down, resting beneath the weight of her heavy tits, her nipples poking through with perfect, swollen hardness.
God damn! I expected it but this is… so much more and better. Shit… I'm going to explode. His brain barely kept up with what his cock already knew.
Her green eyes, that stunning face, the strands of her thick braid coming undone over her shoulder, everything about her radiated sex. Her breasts were round and impossibly soft-looking, with just the faintest, natural sag that made her look even more fuckable, more real. Her belly, with gentle curves and that soft plushness only motherhood could give, was perfection. Her thighs, creamy, thick, parted for him.
"Come here… dear," Lily murmured, arms stretching out to him.
Avoiding taking my name?
Dudley didn't care. He leaned forward between her thighs, his cock nestling against her soaked entrance. But he didn't push in yet. No—there was still so much of her left to feel, to taste, to worship.
With his weight, he landed his upper body on her. Her arms welcome him as they circle his neck.
He pressed his weight onto her, spreading her further with his hips, his arms braced beside her as she pulled him into a deep embrace. Their mouths collided again in a kiss—wet, needy, breathless.
This time, Dudley melted into the kiss completely, drowning in her mouth. Her soft, fluffy tits squished into his chest, her nipples grazing his skin. His cock pulsed against her cunt, her slippery folds teasing him, her thighs caging him in heat. That warm belly of hers pushed up against his stomach.
He suckled her tongue, flicking and coiling around it, matching her feral rhythm, and she did the same. Then, breathless, he kissed down her neck, leaving a glossy trail. And when he reached her tits, he buried his face in her cleavage, his tongue tasting every inch of one pillowy globe while his hand kneaded the other.
They were soft, impossibly full, with that motherly weight that made his balls ache. He licked, sucked, kissed, devoured. Her nipples were plump and flushed, aching under his tongue. He couldn't get enough.
His hands rose and seized her tits with raw hunger, fingers sinking into the soft flesh until it spilled between them. They were full, ripe, heavy in his grasp, those wide, rosy areolas framing stiff nipples that stood proud, begging for attention.
"I might get a little rough but… don't mind me."
"Ooooooh! Oh… Merlin!" Lily cried out, her hips twitching beneath him.
He didn't wait. His mouth latched onto one nipple, suckling so hard it bordered on savage. Then the other. Back and forth, he ate up her tits, leaving them soaked and reddened.
Her fingers wrenched at his hair as her head tilted back, lips parting with each gasping moan.
And when that wasn't enough, he crushed her tits together and devoured both nipples simultaneously. His tongue lashed between them, sloppily thrashing both at once, the messy smacks of tongue and flesh echoing in the room.
Her thighs trembled violently beneath him, her cries raw and unfiltered, her body a live wire under his weight.
"Ahh—dear… yes, just like that!" Lily moaned, voice breathy, trembling, her fingers clawing at his scalp as her head fell back. Her thighs shook uncontrollably, but his weight kept her there.
Dudley felt his cock twitch painfully, aching, pulsing. He couldn't take it anymore. With a grunt, he slid back and rose to his feet, crouching slightly over her splayed body for the best position. Her tits were wet and raw, nipples swollen, glistening from his mouth's assault.
Then he saw it.
There—just behind her, hung on the wall beside the window. A deep purple witch's hat, the pointy kind. The kind that screamed mischief, sin, and tradition all at once.
He grabbed his wand from the couch. "Accio."
The hat zipped through the air and landed in his palm with a rustle. He chuckled and, with no warning, dropped it gently on Lily's head.
Her dreamy eyes fluttered open, confused at first… then she giggled when she realized.
"How do I look?" she asked, licking her lips slowly.
Dudley's eyes roamed from the tip of the hat down to the drenched pussy between her thighs. His cock jerked in response.
"Cute. Hot. And hurting me in the fucking balls," Dudley groaned.
"Oh?"
That amused spark in her tone only made his cock twitch harder.
He crouched lower, slid his hands beneath her thighs, and pushed them up once more, wider, deeper, exposing every inch of her swollen, glistening petals. Then he aimed, his cock throbbing against her heat, the flushed head slipping into that wet kiss of her pussy lips, just enough to feel the mortal heaven beyond.
Something primal screamed at him. She could take it all. Every last inch. But he didn't want to be a brute. Not this time.
He paused, gaze meeting hers as her pussy quivered beneath the teasing press of his cockhead.
"This is it, Lily… Are you really sure? Are you sure you won't regret this?"
Lily looked at his face and nodded, her lips parted slightly, feeling his cockhead throbbing at the last threshold. She didn't know why but it didn't feel wrong to her. What was awkward at the beginning was now just pure desire. "T-Take me… dear!"
Why not the name? Why dear?
He ignored it and…
"I… have… a confession… Lily!"
His cock kissed her entrance, slick and pink and twitching, then he started to slide in. That mature cunt welcomed him, tight, puffy, sinfully plush. It had been too long for her, her body resting in a hospital bed, untouched, unused… but fuck, she still hugged him like a lover lost to time.
He looked down, her pussy lips parted in awe, as inch after inch of his cock disappeared into her.
Every ridge, every squeeze, every slow, pulsing contraction of her cunt was like it had a mind of its own, trained to milk him. Her pussy swallowed him inch by inch, her walls folding around his length like hot silk. It was so wet, so hot, so much. His legs almost buckled from the intensity. Every nerve screamed pleasure.
And still he pushed in, slow, intentional, primal. Not rough, not gentle, just relentless.
Her ripe pussy clenched and squelched around him, begging for more even as it gripped him with a vice-like pull.
"Ooooh… Oooooo~ Yes~ I… I can… feel it so much… so deep!" Lily gasped, her voice breathless and ragged, her thighs trembling around his hips. Her jaw dropped open, her lips parted, eyes wide and fogged with pleasure.
Plap!
With a final thrust, Dudley slammed in the last inch, burying himself balls-deep in Lily J. Potter, a point of no return crossed. A grunt tore from his chest as her cunt cinched tight around his cock, squeezing, rippling, sending wild sparks across his spine.
With intention, he leaned forward and his forehead dropped against hers, sweat beading on his brow. His cock pushed even deeper inside, grinding into some untouched inner place, something forbidden and feral. He felt her body quiver beneath him.
"From the moment I saw you… I… wanted to… do this… fuck you so… hard… Lily!"
He really did. He remembered whispering filth to her unconscious body. Yearning to do crazed things if she woke up. Now that she had, now that he was inside her, he couldn't hold back.
"Yessss! Do-oh it!" Lily tried to wrap her legs around his hips, but his rough palms kept her thighs spread wide. And she let him.
Plap!
He pulled back just enough for the head of his cock to tease her petals, then slammed forward again. The entire length of him drove in with a wet, obscene noise.
Her pussy massaged him in rolling waves, clenching, coaxing his seed already. It was like she was milking him without even trying.
He watched her face as he moved. Her tits jiggled with every thrust, bouncing above the loosened bra, and that ridiculous witch hat still perched on her head bobbed with every savage impact.
Plap!
The Potter house was filled with the wet, clapping sound of fucking. No spells, no wards, nothing to muffle the filth they were creating.
"Y-You are going to… make me fucking addicted to this!"
"Yessss! Aaaangh!" Lily's moan split the air, throaty and raw.
Plap!
Dudley didn't stop—he couldn't. He rutted her like an animal, like a man possessed. Thoughts spilled from his mouth with every thrust.
"What if… I can't pull out? What if I spill?"
He wasn't supposed to be there. She wasn't supposed to be alive. But she was there, under him, around him, her pussy clinging to him like a wet glove. Maybe this moment was fate. Maybe this was why they'd been thrown into this madness, to collide and fuck like nothing else mattered.
"Do it! We-eeeeh have potions… for that!"
Dudley's cock hardened even more inside her, thick and pulsing like it was about to explode. Her walls, so fucking tight, clenched around him in greedy ripples. He could feel every flutter, every spasm of her pussy as it sucked him harder and harder. And the scent, oh, the fucking scent of them, raw and dripping and animalistic—made his brain melt.
Plap!
"What if I can't stop? What if I want more of… this?"
"D—oh it!"
Plap!
"In the morning?"
"Yes…!"
Plap!
"The day after?"
"Yessss!"
Plap!
"Anywhere?"
"Pleaaaaase… ooooh!"
Her entire body was trembling now. He could feel it, the way her thighs shivered, how her toes curled. He pushed her legs higher, wide apart, until her creamy thighs pressed softly into the sides of her tits, framing her body like a feast. The sound of skin slapping skin, the wet, obscene friction, and their ragged moans filled the air like a wicked symphony. They couldn't care less if someone heard them. They were past that.
"Anytime?"
"Yes! Yes! Yessssss! Oooooh! I'm coming…!"
Lily's world exploded.
It had been so long. Years. Decades. Maybe her whole life. And suddenly it hit; so violently, so blindingly, she forgot who she was, where she was, even who he was.
All she could feel was her cunt being torn open by that cock, fucked into like he was making space for himself inside her womb. Her eyes slammed shut, her head thrown back. She felt herself convulsing, her whole body spasming as her pussy wept and throbbed in a flooding climax. Her voice cracked through the haze as she screamed the name etched in her soul.
"ETHAAAAAAN!"
Dudley froze for a beat at the mention of his other name—then snarled like an animal.
"Fuck… Lily! You're fucking… gorgeous!"
He snapped. That was the moment. His thrusts turned violent, desperate. He rammed into her with all his strength, deep, fast, brutal. The couch began to creak under the pressure, scraping backward with every slam. His balls swung and clapped with each brutal fuck, and her walls tightened even more as if her body was trying to milk him for every last drop.
Lily, breathless, grabbed her own thighs and held them open for him. Her cunt was a soaked, swollen mess—dripping, leaking, clenching. She offered herself fully.
"Yesss! Ooooh… give me… mmmmh!"
That was all the invitation Dudley needed. He fell forward, hands grabbing her tits, mauling them, squeezing them hard. He crushed her mouth in a kiss, lips wet and forceful, before his entire body seized.
He came.
Hard.
A flood. A fucking torrent.
His thick shaft bucked and throbbed as it unloaded thick, molten ropes deep into her cunt. It spurted again and again, painting her insides, defiling her womb with heat and seed and madness. His hips didn't stop, like a mad bull ramming, he kept pumping, grinding it deeper, like he could bury it in her very soul.
He turned her rosy pussy red, her puffy pussy swollen from the pounding, coated inside and out with his thick, viscous release. Her tits bore the red imprints of his greedy palms and his tongue's thrashing. Her lips, kiss-bruised and swollen, glistened from his suckling. Everything about her screamed ruined, freshly fucked.
In a true sense, he was fucking her like he was addicted.
Slowly, he felt his cock's jerks calm down, the drowned sensations inside her pussy satisfied his urges, that creamy hotness that he was certain she felt as well. It was madness, they both knew, but they savored it shamelessly.
Finally, slowly, the storm slowed.
"Haaah!"
Dudley collapsed on top of her, their bodies sticky with sweat and sex. Still inside her, their juices mixing in slow, lewd dribbles. He kissed her again, hard, long, desperate. And then, he pulled back just enough to look into her beautiful face.
"I was serious about all that, Lily."
She didn't blink. She didn't hesitate. Her warm legs wrapped tight around his waist, locking him in her sloshing, filled cunt. "As was I."
"Then…" Dudley smirked and wrapped his arms around her curvy waist and, surprising Lily, lifted her up with ease. Years of deadlift at work. She was more than most girls he'd been with, but nothing he couldn't handle. Heck, all that soft flesh, and plumpness of her full ass, made her hotter.
"Ooooh!"
Chuckling at her gasp, Dudley gripped her ass below and started walking.
"Let's take this to the bedroom—We're not sleeping, not tonight."
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