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Two days later,
"Now then, my lovely students, today we shall be learning about the Patronus Charm. Such a delicate, dazzling bit of magic—utterly harmless and rather charming, wouldn't you agree? Naturally, we shall be attempting it together. But first, we must attend to the theory, and understand just what it takes to perform such a marvel."
It felt uncomfortable seeing Dolores seeming so kind and welcoming. The woman seemed to have lost all her condescending attitude. She didn't seem fake, but genuinely kind that day.
The students were confused. In the previous class of Gryffindor and Ravenclaw together, Hermione even asked a few questions and received clear responses from Dolores. Heck, Dolores even asked Harry to show the class what a Patronus charm looks like, and that it was possible for wizards of his age.
Everyone wondered what had changed. Harry offhandedly told Ron that Dudley knocked some sense into her. From Ron, that word spread, and finally, it was the DADA class of Hufflepuff and Slytherin combined.
"Did you fuck her?" asked Susan while seated beside him.
"What? Ew… Fuck no… ugh." Dudley almost gagged, his imagination too good, sadly. "Like hell I'd look anywhere when I got your ass."
"That's right." Susan scoffed proudly. "But still, how did you do it?"
"A magician never reveals his secret."
And just like that, peace returned to Hogwarts. However, the real bomb had yet to drop. The next morning, the fresh copies of the Daily Prophet fell into the Great Hall during breakfast. Not many students had subscribed to it, but enough did for chaos to erupt.
Big groups huddled together to read the article. In it was Dolores Umbridge's moving photo, her face looking serious. The article talked about the danger of the Dark Lord's return, the danger of Death Eaters still being out there. That the Death Eaters who got caught in that photograph with the Dark Lord still didn't have their entire family wealth and property confiscated.
She named the likes of Malfoys, Carrow, Goyle, and Crabbe, declaring that even their young children studying in Hogwarts should be monitored.
It was spicy and explosive. In an instant, she went from being hated to being acceptable. Even Slytherin students were scared of her due to her background. Not to mention, the Slytherins were scared of being associated with Draco and his gang, which was directly connected with Death Eaters through blood.
"Alright, you definitely fucked her." Susan was still suspicious of Dudley.
"Agreed." Even Hannah was suspicious.
Dudley rolled his eyes and pinched both their thighs under the table that he'd spread with his rather curious hands.
"Dammit, girls. I know I'm a horny bastard, but I still have some standards."
"Pfft, yeah, sure." Susan scoffed with a taunting smile.
"But it's one less headache now," Hannah added, feeling relaxed. "I thought she was going to ruin this year for us."
"Hah, not at all. You both can blow me right in front of her, or I could be doing you two right on her office table while she sits there, and she still won't say anything. Your dear Dudley's got it all covered."
That only made the two girls even more curious.
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Some things just couldn't be changed. They weren't under Dudley's control.
Dumbledore's Army still happened. Harry was still having those dreams. Dudley didn't join it, however. Nor did he allow Hannah and Susan to join. He didn't want the two girls to join a mess that was, at that point, a chessboard for Dudley.
Instead, he relished in the bodily delights. With Umbridge now tamed, his fifth year was proving to be even more calm than the others. He took daily dips in the Prefect's bath, always with Hannah and Susan with him.
Days became weeks, and weeks became months.
He also continued his arrangement with Daphne. He was sure now, she had a sort of kink for creampies, especially to hold his release between her soft, pink pussy lips for an extended amount of time.
And honestly, he didn't mind. He rather enjoyed it. She wasn't just willing, but also very accommodating. He could have her on all fours, or bent against the table, or underneath him, and she was always willing, as long as he finished inside.
Still, she was careful enough to keep hiding that secret. Though Dudley did use her to annoy Pansy Parkinson more. Calling Pansy broke and other things. Even Draco had broken up with Pansy since she had nothing of value anymore. Draco was broke himself, and he didn't need a broke girlfriend.
At the same time, Dudley continued his Occlumency and Legilimency sessions with Hermione. It was awkward at first, but they soon became serious. No more sexual stuff, just simple training. Though he could swear he saw her biting her lips at times.
As time went by, Christmas finally approached.
And with that, a busy time for Dudley started. His meeting with the IWC's governing body was planned, set for two days before Christmas. He was honestly a little nervous, but not without a plan.
In fact, Dudley had been planning for it from the day he changed D&D Capital to D&D Holdings. From the day he came back from America after meeting the MACUSA president. It took money, but more than that, it took some warmth.
"Let's meet for Christmas at my place," he said to Susan and Hannah as they got off the train at King's Cross. "You can stay the night… if you want."
Susan grinned, and Hannah blushed. They knew exactly what would happen that night. And they were all for it.
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London, in a fancy pub somewhere near the Ministry.
Thump-thump-thump!
"Mmmmmh! Oh, yes! Yes, yes… Harder… Harder, Dudley!"
Dudley was panting like a beast. His trousers were bunched at his knees, his shirt wrinkled and forgotten, utterly naked from the waist down, hips slamming into the woman from behind.
Rosmerta, pushed over the pub's polished mahogany table, was all bare. Not a single thread on her curvy, sweat-slick body. Her skin glowed under the chandelier's soft flicker; flushed, glistening. She was older, no doubt, but aged like fine wine grown potent with time; thick in all the right places, full of sinful experience. Her long, golden-blonde waves were a tousled halo, sticking to the sweat trailing down her back.
"Gah—You're… tight as ever, Rosmerta." Dudley rutted as hard as he could, just as the woman demanded.
Her cunt welcomed every thrust like an old flame, greedy, dripping. His cock slammed into her with wet, obscene slaps, the sounds bouncing off the wooden walls. Her pussy sucked at him, slurping him deeper, trying to milk him even as he gave her everything. Her bosom was flattened over the table, breasts squashed beneath her as her toned legs held her steady on the floor.
Dudley looked down, mesmerized by the way her ass bounced, his cock driving into her slick heat, his hand molding that plump, tanned rump like dough. He squeezed, slapped, and clawed. Addicted to the texture of it, the way it yielded and jiggled and resisted all at once.
And the ripples—every thrust sent shockwaves across her ass, down her thighs. He was obsessed with it.
"Mmmmh… Is that all you got? You were harder last time."
Dudley chuckled dangerously and raised his hand high. He looked at her face, flat sideways on the table, one eye looking at him, her thin lips grinning.
Pa!
His palm met her ass with a sharp smack. Her cheeks bounced, jiggled wildly.
The table groaned beneath them, the legs squealing across the floorboards.
He felt he was one lucky bastard. That day, a year ago, during the Hogsmeade weekend, he had nothing planned. But then, the older woman started flirting with him, and he flirted back. Then, she mockingly asked, 'Why? Interested in an old girl like me?' and sure enough, he replied, 'Oh, I am.'.
The next thing he knew, he was fucking her against the table.
Just as he was doing now.
"Ohhh yesss… that's right… you like this old cunt, don't you?" Rosmerta moaned a throaty rasp of filth and pride, hips arching up to take more of him.
Dudley growled under his breath, cock twitching violently inside her. Her words, that little bit of self-deprecation wrapped in pure need, made his balls tighten. He gripped her ass harder, fingers digging into her flesh, knuckles whitening.
She was close. He could feel it in the way her pussy pulsed, how her thighs trembled and her breath came out in sharp, whimpering gasps. She was perfectly shaken and stirred by her favorite business partner.
"Fuck—Ros…" he hissed, not slowing. He couldn't. Her cunt was gripping him too tightly now, begging for it.
Pa!
Another slap. She yelped, then laughed breathlessly.
"Aaaahhh! Again—fuck, again!" She begged.
Pa!
"Ooooh! So close!" Her voice cracked around the moan.
Pa!
"Ummmmm~ Yessssss~" It dragged out of her like she was quickly unraveling.
She was bouncing now. Not just from his thrusts, but on her toes, heels lifting, legs trembling. Her ass slammed back into him, trying to match his rhythm, desperate for friction. The table beneath her squealed louder as her climax teased at the edge of her every breath.
And then, she broke.
"Oh—FUCK! Yes, YESSSS—!" she screamed, legs going stiff. Her toes curled against the floor like claws digging for grip. Her pussy clamped down hard, spasming around him, a gush of warm, sticky slick erupting around his shaft.
Her orgasm hit like a firestorm. Clear honey gushed around him, her cunt fluttering, wringing his cock as if trying to pull the spill from his balls by force. Her body jerked, eyes clenched, and her mouth hung open in a raw, breathless moan.
Dudley didn't stop.
He kept fucking her. Hard, deliberate–even as her pussy clenched violently around him in the pangs of orgasm. Her climax was like a vice, her slick, spasming cunt milking his cock with brutal pressure, but he welcomed it, groaning through gritted teeth.
"Fffuck…"
Her muscles were still fluttering around him, locking down with every pulse of aftershock. He leaned forward, chest grazing her sweaty back, and grabbed a fistful of her messy blonde hair. He yanked gently. Enough to lift her head off the table, enough to bend her neck just the right angle so her spine arched, her ass lifting just that little bit higher.
Her whole body was still convulsing, still trembling from the orgasm that had ripped through her. And Dudley took it, used her. Her cunt was still twitching, still clinging, and he rammed her back onto his cock with each thrust like she was nothing more than a tool for his pleasure.
Pa!
He slapped her ass again with his free hand. The sound was like a crack of lightning, wet and raw. Her asscheeks bounced under the impact, glowing red from abuse.
"Don't lie… Rosmerta. You like this more than anything… You like it, don't you? A young, rich bastard painting your soaking cunt white. Hm?"
Dudley grunted as he picked up the pace again. The sounds were outrageous now; the slick churn of cock inside cunt, the meaty clap of hips against ass, the table's tortured creak, and Rosmerta's hoarse, endless "yes, yes, yes!" as she bounced on his cock like a woman starved of it.
He knew her. Knew what she needed. He didn't always fuck this hard, most women couldn't take it, but Rosmerta? Rosmerta thrived on it. She craved the roughness, the way he used her like a toy made just for him. She wanted to feel it in her thighs tomorrow, between her legs for days. She wanted to remember it.
And he gave it to her.
"Then have it… all of it."
He gripped her hips, buried himself balls deep, and came with a guttural growl.
His cock spasmed, locked inside her clenching cunt, and then–released. Thick, hot cum surged into her, flooding her already soaking pussy. He didn't stop. He kept fucking her, kept thrusting through the surge, through the oversensitivity, through the mess. His cock churned the cream inside her like a paddle in butterfat, making it froth, making it slosh. It spilled down her thighs, dripping in slow, sticky trails over her skin, some running all the way to her knees.
"So?" Dudley finally panted, amused as he fucked her with a slow, indulgent rhythm now. Hips rolling forward, cock sliding in and out of the overfilled cunt with wet, obscene squelches. "Any luck?"
Rosmerta giggled breathlessly, tossing her head back. "Ummm… In a rush?"
She twisted to glance at him over her shoulder, lashes half-lowered, lips swollen from biting moans. "Already tired, Dudley? I thought young men had more drive."
Pa!
Another slap. Her ass bounced like a ripe peach under his hand, glowing from the constant perversion.
Dudley finally pulled out with a wet squelch, his cock still rigid, flushed red, and gleaming with their mixed release. Without his girth plugging her stretched pussy, more of it gushed out, thick and musky, in slow, gloppy drips.
"Flip around."
But Rosmerta didn't obey.
Instead, she gave a wicked little shake of her hips, her cum-soaked ass jiggling in blatant invitation. Her arms reached behind, fingers clawing into her own asscheeks, spreading them wide with zero shame.
Her glistening cunt, still twitching, still dripping, was on full display. But that wasn't all. She bared her back hole to him, wrinkled, flushed, pulsing faintly like it wanted to be touched.
"You sure you don't want to give it a go? You're a bit large, but… I think I can take you." She teased, grinning.
Dudley's smirk was slower. Lazier. Cruel.
"This one?"
He leaned forward and slid two fingers through the mess still leaking from her cunt, wetting them thoroughly. Then, brought the gleaming slick up to her back hole. He rubbed gently, coating the sensitive ring in their juices.
She gasped as his fingertips circled there, and then watched as he pressed the wide, blunt head of his cock against her back door.
He didn't push. Just held there, the hot, swollen tip stretching her open just a bit. Just enough for her to feel it. Tease her. Make her want it.
"Tempted…" he murmured close to her ear.
"But that's a reward for later. In case your work pleases me." He pulled back again, seeing her shoulders slump in disappointment. "Turn around now."
Rosmerta let out a huff, somewhere between a moan and a scoff, and stood up in a fluid motion. Her body was still trembling, glistening with sweat and the aftermath of being fucked senseless, but she moved with practiced ease, like a woman used to taking cock and asking for more.
She turned around and lay back on the table, legs spread instinctively, her back arching just enough to showcase every curve. Her belly rose and fell with her heavy breath, soft, not flat, but smooth and warm like velvet under touch. A grown woman's belly, made for fucking.
Her breasts were a little saggy with age, gravity tugging at their weight, but they remained a perky, mouth-watering pair that begged to be touched. Light brown nipples crowned them like treats waiting to be licked, veined, freckled, sensitive.
"You sure are a sight to behold, Rosmerta. How the fuck are you single?"
She let out a throaty moan as he stepped between her legs. "Mmmmh… Oh, I love that cock sliding in me."
Dudley didn't waste time. He grabbed her legs, strong, long, toned from years behind a bar, and pushed them up flat against his chest. One foot to each side of his head, her pussy laid bare beneath him, still glistening from the flood of their previous climax. He drove back into her slowly at first, letting her feel the full stretch all over again.
"I… I just… never found… a good… young…" She gasped between his slow thrusts, "…sugar daddy like you before. Especially one so–ooohh… good in bed!"
Plap!
Dudley rammed in hard. One deep, merciless thrust that made her entire body jolt and her tits bounce. Balls-deep, all at once. He knew exactly what she was doing. Knew the tone, the words, the filth. She was winding him up, awakening that deliciously brutal streak in him, the one that wanted to own her. He liked that about her. She wasn't shy. She wasn't fragile. She was older, wicked, and insatiable.
"Huh… is that so?" he groaned, hips grinding slowly now, shaking side to side to let his cock smear itself along every fold, every slick, velvet inch inside her. "Didn't know you even knew that word."
"Oh, please, dear… enough Muggleborn girls visit the pub. Half of them come looking for some old, wealthy wizard… mmmh… but I… somehow trapped the best one."
Dudley raised an eyebrow. "Hah? Trapped me? Did you now?"
He let her legs drop open, wide and welcoming, before leaning down over her. His hands cupped her soft, freckled breasts, thumbs circling those stiff nipples. Then his mouth descended.
He suckled her. Like he was tasting aged wine, something rare and expensive and meant to be savored. His tongue flicked and curled, lips tugging gently, teeth scraping.
She moaned so sweetly his cock twitched inside her. Her long legs locked around his waist, heels digging in as she pulled him in deeper.
"Mmmm… They… get stuck with an old wizard… with a cock barely standing and I…" She gasped as he rolled her nipple between his teeth, "…a handsome young man… with a wand made to tame witches. Oooooh… Yes! You like suckling them? Mmm… Too bad, can't make 'em swell."
Creak! Creak! Creak!
The table screamed under them. Not just from Dudley's thrusts, though they were deep and punishing now, but from Rosmerta's locked legs pulling him into her, meeting every thrust with reckless, greedy force.
Her pussy squelched with every movement, the sounds wet and delicious. He nibbled on her nipples while molding her breasts in his palms, squeezing like he wanted to reshape them to his pleasure.
She was infertile. He knew that. One of the reasons she'd never married, from what he'd gathered. And he didn't care. That meant he could spill into her again and again without a second thought. Fill her up and fuck it deeper, as messy and raw as he liked.
Besides, she works for him now. He'd set her up with this new, swanky pub in London, free of charge. Her job? Keep her ears open. With the IWC headquarters so close and Ministry officials visiting in droves, it had become the perfect nest for secrets.
"Mmmm… Coming, coming… Oh, dear… I'm coming on your cock again… Ohhh… deeper… yes, yes!"
Rosmerta yelled in a cracked, desperate wail. Her spine arched high off the table, heels digging into Dudley's back, thighs locked around his waist. Her pussy gripped him with a ferocity that felt almost punishing, clamping down around his cock as she shook violently. Her tits heaved upward, nipples brushing against his lips.
Dudley didn't miss a beat, his mouth latched onto one, then the other, suckling like a man starved, smothering his face in her flushed softness while his hips slammed into her soaked cunt.
And then she broke. Shattered.
Her orgasm crashed over her like a wave ripping through flesh and bone, a deep, body-ruining climax that blurred her vision and sent stars spiraling across the inside of her eyelids. She couldn't breathe, couldn't scream, only tremble and feel.
Her entire body clamped down, jerking and writhing, cunt gushing in thick pulses, bursting around his cock in erratic spurts. Her mouth hung open in silent shock before the sound finally tore free. A raw, feral moan that echoed off the walls like a haunting.
"AaaAAHHhhhnn—!"
She clawed at his shoulders, then wrapped her arms tight around his head and dragged him closer to her face. Her legs squeezed his sides like she wanted to crush him.
He didn't stop. He couldn't. Her tongue rolled into his mouth, kissing him with wet, hungry ferocity. Not gentle, but aggressive, dominant, desperate. Her lips smeared across his, spit slick and stringy.
"Mmmm… Nothing… beats… kissing my… sugar daddy…" she breathed, her voice shattered from moaning.
Dudley nearly laughed—almost. Fuck, who taught her that word?
And fuck if it didn't make his balls twitch. Her need, her hunger, her filthy submission stirred something carnal in him.
Her body was still jerking with aftershocks, her pussy still spasming around his cock. It felt like she was coming in waves—again and again, as if she couldn't come down from such a high. Gritting her teeth, her muscles locking tight every few seconds as her molten slick poured out of her.
Clamp! Gush! Clamp! Gush!
She was broken. And he wasn't done.
"Get down." Dudley pulled back suddenly.
She whimpered, still twitching, as he grabbed her hand and yanked her off the table.
Rosmerta dropped to her knees without hesitation, still dizzy, eyes glassy, legs trembling. She landed hard, thighs wide open, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her cunt still dripping, shiny and swollen from being pounded raw.
Dudley stepped forward, spreading his feet wide, towering over her, closer than needed. His heavy balls mushed softly against her cheek, swinging low and wet.
Then, he landed both hands on either side of her head. Firm and commanding.
"Open up… Nothing beats swallowing me either, right? Mmmm…"
She obeyed with a sighing moan, mouth wide open, tongue out, eyes fluttering as she submitted fully.
He slammed in.
Gluk-Gluk-Gluk!
He plunged in hard right away, fucking her throat like a piston, relentless and filthy.
Her jaw stretched wide around his girth. Her mascara ran in streaks down her cheeks, mixing with drool and spit, making her look like the perfect mess.
The pub echoed with everything and more. The lewd slurping, the sloppy choking, the harsh grunts of a man using a throat like a cunt.
Rosmerta didn't flinch. She wrapped her hands around his thighs and grabbed his ass hard, nails digging into muscle, pulling him deeper every time.
"Mmmmmm—nghhhhhhh!" she gagged, choked, but didn't stop.
Dudley's moan was guttural. His thighs throbbed, that tunnel-like depth of her throat burned him inside.
"Close! Ugh!"
And then he shoved in to the base. Balls deep, tilting her head up with the sheer force of his height. His sack slapped against her chin, heavy and pulsing, while the thick bulge of his cock throbbed visibly in her throat.
"Gaaaah! Fuck—drink it… like a good… barmaid, now… Your… yummy treat!"
He exploded. A thick, violent surge of cream flooded her throat.
She gagged instantly, but he held her there. Her throat clenched, swallowed, swallowed again, trying to keep up. It was too much.
Her hands slapped his thighs. She pulled back with a wet pop, gasping for air, his cock springing free, soaked and twitching. Still leaking like a broken tap.
She immediately rubbed it over her flushed face, nuzzling the shaft, letting it smear hot globs across her cheeks and forehead, dragging his musk across her skin like war paint.
"Mmmmm…" she moaned dreamily, licking the spill off her lips, stretching thick strands between tongue and chin.
Dudley just stared.
She licked his cock clean, slow and devoted, then scooped the creamy mess from her own face and sucked it off her fingers. She didn't miss a drop. Not even the ones in her lashes. By the time she was done, she looked perfect. As if nothing had happened at all.
Thud!
Rosmerta fell back, flat on the wooden flooring, gasping for breath. Dudley wasted no time and straddled her midriff, knees wide. He grabbed her tits and massaged his cock between them, slowly warming himself up for the night as he planned to stay with her until the next day's meeting.
"So? What's the word?"
"Mmm… The word is…" She gazed at the tall, young man of twenty with hunger. "Victory… My girls… were too good. Those old boys were too weak under the charm."
"Hah!" Dudley chuckled, feeling blood rush downward already. "And the photos?"
"All magical, even used a Muggle video recorder. Ten copies each, all secured in your bank," she replied, caressing his hard chest. "You're one evil man, Big D."
"Not evil, just clever. I expect the IWC to be as corrupt as the Ministry. To get things done, sometimes you gotta throw away morals. If you dislike me for that, I wouldn't hate you."
"No, no, not at all. That only makes you all the more exciting—Bedroom—Ah!"
Surprising the older woman, Dudley lifted her in a bridal carry and took her upstairs. Instead of the bedroom, he walked into the luxurious bath first.
"I guess… I'll give you that reward early."
Rosmerta grinned, already imagining his hard pole invading her rear entrance. Filling her up so good. She was keen, hungry, obsessed with the young man's cock. His money, his mind, it all made her tits hard and cunt sore.
More than a wizard who knew a thousand spells.
She rather liked this one. A man who toyed with a thousand wizards instead.
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