He still didn't know what the hell she saw in him, but hell—she was hot. Slytherin or not, Daphne had always been one of the less haughty ones. Cool and distant, yes, but never cruel to him. And now? With her mouth on his, soft and wet and warm? Now she was pure fire.
"Hnnngh!" She gasped when he suddenly seized both her wrists, yanking her arms above her head, and pinning them high against the shelf. Books rattled slightly above them as he held her there.
Then his mouth crashed onto hers again. His tongue shoved back in, sweeping and stroking every inch of her fragrant mouth with greedy, swirling licks. She whimpered under him, body straining and melting against his. That was exactly what she wanted.
His other hand slid up her thigh, and he slipped beneath her high skirt—and paused. No pantyhose?
Just black-thigh-highs hugging her pale legs, skin left bare between the garter and the top of her thighs. His knuckles brushed skin; too much skin.
"…Oh?"
There was nothing.
No panties.
She had come to him like that—ready. Wanting. Soaking. Waiting for him to touch her.
Dudley's restraint shattered like glass.
His fingers slipped between her thighs, and there it was; heat. Wet, slick, glistening heat. He groaned softly as two fingers parted the velvet lips of her pussy, stroking up and down her glistening folds. His middle finger curled in deep, while his thumb rolled slowly over her swollen clit, spreading her nectar across every inch of her throbbing slit.
"Mmmhhh… That's it… Yeshhh…" she moaned into his mouth. Her thighs parted, just slightly, instinctively, welcoming him in deeper like her body was pleading for more.
Squelch!
Wet sounds filled the narrow corner of the library. Her lower lips were soaked. His fingers thrust and curled, plunging into her like a piston, dragging along every twitching, sensitive ridge of her inner walls.
Her juices clung to his hand, warm and sticky, even dripping between his knuckles.
He fingered her fast with filthy, greedy strokes. Every pump sent droplets rolling down her trembling thighs, even dripping against the stone floor beneath her feet.
"Uuuuuuhnnnnmmm~!" she moaned through clenched teeth, biting her lower lip until it turned white. Her hands were still pinned high above her, but her hips writhed, wriggling like a serpent, body shaking and twitching under his grip.
Her eyes rolled back. Legs shaking. She was breaking.
And then it hit.
Her fertile depths clamped hard around his fingers, spasming, rippling with orgasmic pulses. She came; a flood spilled from between her thighs, soaking his hand and running in sticky trails down her legs. She moaned again, long and trembling, unable to stop herself as her climax crashed through her.
Dudley slowly released her wrists. Her arms sagged, boneless, as she panted and gasped, chest rising and falling fast. While her body still twitched from aftershocks, Dudley stepped back just enough to undo his belt and lower his pants to his thighs. The sound of fabric rustling barely registered; until his cock sprang free, thick and heavy, twitching with hunger.
Daphne's dazed eyes drifted downward and widened. That cock. Big, flushed, and angry-red at the tip. Just as thick and long as she remembered. Veins bulged along the length, pulsing with anticipation, ready to ruin her all over again.
She didn't say a word. Just grabbed his hand, the one still wet with her slick—and lifted it to her mouth.
Dudley's eyes widened as her soft lips parted, her pink tongue curling around his fingers. She licked slowly. Luxuriously. Like she was savoring some rare and decadent dessert. Her eyes rolled back slightly, lashes fluttering, as she tasted the combined flavor of herself and the sweat of the man she craved.
"Fuck…" he muttered under his breath, watching her tongue slide between his two fingers, sucking as if she were tasting his cock already.
She licked the last drop from the tip of his middle finger and then looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, flushed and trembling. She bit her lip, gulped, and leaned back into the shelf once more, angling her hips out.
"In me…" Her voice was a thread of silk soaked in lust. "I want it."
Dudley didn't need convincing.
His cock, rigid and slick with pre-cum, naturally nestled between her plush, velvety thighs. The heat coming off her made his brain throb. She was so warm, so wet, so ready, that he didn't even need to guide himself. Her soaked pussy practically pulled him in like gravity.
"Mmm…" she murmured, glancing around quickly—a spark of caution still flickering behind her haze of need. Then her gaze snapped back to Dudley. "I need it."
"No need to tell me that… I need it too now." Dudley smirked, eager to shove his cock into her.
He gripped her left thigh and lifted it, hooking her leg high beside his waist. The new position stretched her open, and her slick folds glistened like an invitation; hot, pulsing, desperate.
"Put it in… yourself," Dudley commanded, his voice thick with lust. He wanted to see her do it, see that dainty, eager hand guide him to her hole like the greedy witch she was.
Daphne's hand moved shakily down, fingers trembling as she gripped the base of his cock. She whimpered as her fingertips wrapped around it, marveling again at the size. She angled him up, nudging the swollen head against her soaked slit. Her pussy lips kissed his crown, twitching on contact.
He pushed in just the tip and then paused.
"Fffffuck…" he hissed. She clung to him immediately, suckling the head of his cock like it had a mouth of its own. The heat inside her was unbearable, like plunging into molten silk, tight, wet, and clinging. Her entrance stretched around him, struggling to accommodate his girth.
His hand slid up the side of her face and pressed flat over her jaw, tilting her head slightly as he crashed his mouth onto hers. Tongue, teeth, spit; the kiss was messy, devouring, and necessary.
"Mmmmmmph—!"
Daphne cried out into his mouth, muffled but unmistakably overwhelmed. Her pussy spasmed as more of him slid inside, slowly, inch by aching inch. Her walls fluttered around him, slick muscles twitching, throbbing, gripping with a hunger that made him shake.
It was torture. Delicious torture.
Her pussy parted for him inch by inch like a velvet vice, her inner walls tightening and sucking around every ridge and bump of his shaft. She was drenched, her juices coating him, squelching and dripping with every push forward.
Plap!
He dragged his cock out halfway, then slammed it back in. Slow at first, then deeper. He could feel her cervix kissing his cockhead, soft and trembling. Each thrust was a wave of hot friction. Every move she made, a little squirm, a needy whimper, a clench of her legs, he felt it from the inside.
Daphne's hand slid up to Dudley's shoulder for balance, the other reaching tenderly to his face, fingers brushing his cheek with a rare softness. Like a lover caught in the storm of her own lust. Her lips met his again, but this time it wasn't rushed, it was deliberate, molten. Her tongue rolled into his mouth and stayed there, sweeping over his like a slow, erotic dance.
She closed her eyes. And gave herself up completely.
The only foot she had on the floor wasn't enough to steady her anymore. Her thighs gripped around Dudley's waist, but her weight sagged with every pounding thrust. Sometimes she was up on her toes, sometimes half airborne—bouncing erratically with each brutal plunge of his cock. She was nearly dangling from his cock, like a wet doll clinging to a piston made of iron.
Dudley groaned into her mouth, gripping her tight, feeling every slippery spasm her fine, love hole gave around his cock. He was lodged impossibly deep inside her, the thick head of his cock hammering against the entrance to her cervix.
Pa! Pa! Pa!
Every thrust sent a muffled, wet slap echoing in the air, her drenched pussy folding around his shaft, twitching, and clenching as if trying to milk him.
And then—it happened.
She broke the kiss with a sharp gasp, and both hands flew to her own mouth. Her body went stiff. Her back arched like a bowstring, head thudding softly into the shelf behind her.
"—Mmmnnnnh!!"
She let out a shattering moan into her hands, barely muffled. Her entire body trembled like she'd been electrocuted, hips shaking, pussy spasming uncontrollably.
Her climax hit like a damn tidal wave. She gushed over his cock in a hot, wet burst, her core squeezing around him, clenching so tight his cock could barely move. The warmth of her release flooded around his shaft, coating it with syrupy heat, and soaking her inner thighs. It poured down, leaking onto her stockings, making a mess of her legs. She was coming hard. Violently.
Dudley's grip tightened. His own orgasm was suddenly slamming right up his spine, ready to burst. He gritted his teeth.
"Where?" he hissed between ragged breaths.
"I–In… meh…" she moaned behind her trembling fingers, barely audible.
Damn!
"…Really?" he panted. "Daphne fucking Greengrass… needy for some dirty cum?"
He smirked as he fucked her slow and deep through her aftershocks, trying to tease her, maybe embarrass her. But she didn't flinch.
"Don't… m-make me say… it," she mumbled. Her lips brushed his again, wet and trembling. "I want to feel it…"
Fuck! She's my kind of crazy.
His thrusts slammed into her, hard and fast, with no more mercy left. The shelf behind her shook violently, books jostling and threatening to spill. The wet, obscene slap of hips-on-thighs echoed louder. His balls swung and clapped against her with every shove.
"Mmm… there… it is… then…. All of it!"
He rammed forward one last time, cock plunging balls deep inside her messy, quivering cunt. His fingers dug into her hips, pulling her down, practically lifting her off the floor as he unleashed.
Dudley came.
Hot, thick, creamy. It erupted out of him in violent pulses. The first burst clung to her walls like fresh lava, and he kept going, twitching inside her as more batter shot out in messy, boiling loads. It filled her up, spilled out, and poured in obscene gushes from her stretched pussy lips.
The mess leaked from her used pussy in thick, lazy dribbles, a creamy flood that clung and stretched before slipping down in warm drips. Her folds were swollen, glistening, fluttering around the aftermath of his release—leaking like a stuffed, twitching mouth too full to hold it all in.
But their mouths never broke.
Even as he finished, even as his cock twitched one last time and began to soften, they kept kissing. Deep, slow, filthy. Her tongue still slithering lazily around his.
Eventually, his shaft slid out on its own, coated and glistening, slathered in her slick and his cum. He let it hang, not bothering to tuck himself in yet.
"Mm…" Daphne panted as she felt Dudley's body stop pressing against her. She felt her raised leg sorely land down. She felt that thick, viscous stuff trickle out of her core. "Don't… Don't tell anyone about this."
And there comes the old Daphne.
"Sure." He said and fixed himself up, pulling his pants back. Magic was amazing when it came to cleaning up after dirty sex.
"And…" Daphne also used her wand to clean her clothes. But surprisingly, she didn't clean her slit. Instead, she took out wrinkled panties from her pocket and wore them, despite her pussy still filled with his sticky release.
Fetish? It has to be a fetish. Dudley felt so hot by that sight. Picture perfect Daphne Greengrass walking around with his hot batter inside.
"If you don't mind… Can we do this more often?" she asked.
Is it the money or am I just so charming?
Dudley had so many questions, but none enough to deny Daphne. "Fine by me. But instead of deciding on a place, let's just contact each other when we want it. We'll make a plan on the spot."
"Hmm… But how will we contact each other without being seen? I… don't want this known."
Typical Pureblood bullshit. But understandable.
"Let's keep it simple. I'll give you three winks if I'm keen. You lick your lips three times if you want it. After that, we find somewhere quiet and make a plan. I've still got the Arithmancy classroom key—if it's empty, that's our spot."
For a moment, Daphne's eyes went wide in surprise. She wasn't expecting something so thorough. But then she remembered that he was also physical with Susan and Hannah. It made sense why he'd have "spots" ready.
"Just to be clear, Dudley. We're not dating."
Why the fuck would I complain about that?
"I know."
"Then I'll go first." Daphne turned around, clearly embarrassed to stay there as her that heat had been vanquished.
Dudley watched her go for a while, her round, beautiful hips swaying like a ballerina dancing. Just imagining that sticky batter still inside there… it was fucking erotic.
Alright, no more horny.
He turned and went back to search for books in the Restricted section.
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