Astoria gave him a soft, almost shy smile. She liked that. He was thinking of her, not just himself.
Then Dudley leaned in further, lowering his massive frame until his chest pressed her bosom flat against her ribs and his mouth found hers.
Astoria's arms instantly went up around his neck, clinging to him as their lips crashed together. She melted into the kiss, moaning softly into his mouth.
Little desperate sounds muffled by his lips as his tongue pushed past hers, exploring, dominating, tasting every corner of her mouth. Her first kiss. It was so wet, so messy, so hot that she thought her head might spin.
"Mmmhhh… mmmnnn… haahhh…" Her muffled moans and shallow gasps filled the office, each one vibrating against his tongue.
Dudley only broke the kiss when he needed air, pulling back slightly, his lips slick with spit. He stayed close enough to feel her panting against his mouth.
"Want to continue?" he asked, his voice deep, low, almost growling.
Astoria's blush deepened, but her eyes stayed locked on his. She nodded, her breathing still ragged. "Want to feel what Daphne's so obsessed about."
Hm? A creampie then?
Honestly, Dudley was all for it.
"It's gonna sting," he warned her, gripping his thick shaft and giving it a slow pump right in front of her. "I'm on the… bigger side."
Astoria rolled her eyes and gave a soft laugh. "Every girl in Hogwarts knows that, Dudley. No need to treat me like a weak twig. It's not a big deal. Just push it in all at once and drown the pain with pleasure."
Dudley chuckled and stood up straight again, towering over her. He grabbed her legs, spread them wide, and stared down at the mess between them. Her snug little cunt glistened, still drooling from her first orgasm, just waiting to be stretched.
The table was the perfect height, no need to use his hand to guide his raging cock. He lined up naturally, pressing the fat, wet crown of his flesh wand against her entrance. He swallowed hard. His cockhead alone eclipsed her opening, stretching her with that pressure.
"You can moan or scream if you want. Don't clench your teeth," he told her, licking his lips before pushing forward just enough to breach her heavenly gates.
Only the tip sank in, but that was enough to make Astoria's whole body jolt.
"Unnnngh… fuck!" Astoria cursed, the sound tearing out of her like she'd never said the word before.
It felt like he was trying to wedge a hot, throbbing fist into her body. Her walls stretched until they burned, every nerve screaming, her hips trying to squirm away, but her legs locked over his forearms, holding herself in place. The intrusion was shocking, invasive, but her pussy clenched tight around him, sucking on the thick crown as if begging for more.
Dudley pushed another inch, suddenly, with a quick thrust, and she felt it instantly.
The sharp, tearing sting of her virginity giving way. Her body jolted under him, pain washing over her, hot and white, but so tangled up with the wicked thrill of it all that she didn't know whether to cry or moan. She groaned instead, biting her lip as she felt his cock pulse deep inside her.
Then he drew back slightly, only to…
"Aaaaaaaaaaah! Ooooooh, oooooooh!"
Her eyes went wide, her back arching as if she'd been electrocuted. She tried to sit up, to push him away, and then… It was too late.
With one long, ruthless stroke, Dudley sank every last inch of his pole into her, until his heavy balls slapped against her ass.
Astoria's mouth fell open in a shocked, soundless gasp. She could feel him inside her. A faint, obscene bulge pressing up from her flat belly, proof of just how far he'd reached. He was so deep, so big, it felt like her heart had dropped into her pelvis, pounding in sync with the cock now fully inside her.
"You… are… really… big," she panted, dazed, sweat beading on her forehead.
"Warned you," Dudley growled, staring down at the sight of his shaft completely buried in her.
He pulled out slowly, savoring the way her tight, stretched pussy clung to him. When he looked down, his shaft was smeared with a creamy red sheen.
Her virginity. Her first time. Both Greengrass sisters now his. The thought sent a thrill straight through him.
"I won't last long, Astoria. You're too… tight," he gritted out, jaw flexing as her walls utterly squeezed him.
"Me neither!" She moaned, on the verge of crying from the mix of pain and sheer, overwhelming pleasure.
It wasn't that Dudley was some sick thrill-seeker who got off on collecting virginity, at least, not entirely. He just… lived for this feeling. Money didn't make him feel alive. Work didn't. But this, having a girl take him for the first time, seeing her body adjust, learning her sounds and her scent. This was what he craved.
It didn't mean he loved Hannah and Susan any less. If anything, doing this with others kept him from getting bored with them. It kept them on the pedestal they deserved. Always the peak, always the center of everything in his life. As fucked as it was.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Squeak!
The table screeched under them as Dudley started to move, slow at first, then with more force, flattening her legs against his chest as he fucked her. Every thrust made the wet sound of her pussy louder, mixing with the sticky drag of her virgin blood coating his shaft. He kissed the soft skin of her calves, even as he bottomed out with every thrust.
Astoria clawed at the table, nails scraping across the surface as if she needed to hold on to something. "Oh! Oh!"
The sharp pain had melted into something hot and scorching, and her hips started meeting his thrusts. He felt so big, so stretching that every nerve end was splayed open, helpless to his plunder.
Another orgasm quickly crashed over her so fast she didn't have time to think.
Her toes curled, her back arched, and her pussy seized tight around him, clenching in fast, milking spasms that tried to drag him deeper.
"Ahhhhh!" Her cry was sharp and breathless, her voice breaking as she came, juices squirting around his cock and dripping down onto the floor.
Dudley knew he was too close to hold back much longer; her orgasm was just too tight around his cock. So he grabbed her legs, spread them wide, and shoved his arms under her knees.
With a grunt, he lifted her entirely off the table. She was light enough that he could walk around with her still impaled on his cock, her soaking little pussy gripping him like a wet glove.
Plap! Plap!
"Ooooh—yes! Yes! Fuck mee—eh!" Astoria cried out, voice breaking into high-pitched moans as she felt herself dropping down onto him again and again. Every thrust bottomed out, his cockhead battering the very back of her pussy, so deep it made her dizzy.
Her tits bounced wildly with every movement, her slim body completely at his mercy. Her legs dangled uselessly, feet kicked out sideways, her small hands clinging tight to his thick neck for support. Her eyes never left his face, flushed, sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead.
She smiled through her ragged breaths, knowing that this same cock had been inside Daphne. Somehow, that thought didn't disgust her; it thrilled her.
Plap! Sploch! Plap!
The sound was filthy now, slick, sticky, wet, mixed with the smell of sex hanging heavy in the air. Her own scent clung to her thighs, his sweat dripped onto her bare stomach, and she could hear the squelch every time he bottomed out.
"Fuck… I think I know… why she's into this," Astoria gasped, before grabbing his face and kissing him hard, nearly devouring his mouth like a girl possessed. Her lips smeared with spit and her own moans, she kissed him hungrily, desperately, like someone who had been denied this bliss for years.
Because she had.
Her blood curse was no secret. She'd grown up watching people treat her delicately, as though she were fragile porcelain. Boys looked, but never touched. Nobody wanted to risk dating a girl who might die in a year, a month, or a week.
But Dudley didn't care. He didn't hesitate. And that made something crack inside her chest.
"I… want… to… live," she mumbled into his mouth without realizing, kissing him harder, tasting him like she wanted to memorize this moment forever.
"That wish…" Dudley gritted out, feeling her tight, wet heat milking him for everything he had left. His balls slapped against her ass with every thrust, and it took everything not to lose it right there. He stared at her beautiful, tear-glossed face, so raw and open. "I'll be your… Santa… and make it… come true—fuck!"
With a growl, he rammed her all the way down on him, grinding as deep as he could go until her sensitive walls quivered and gushed. He felt her come hard around him, spasming, squirting down his shaft in hot little bursts.
And then he was gone, shooting deep, filling her in heavy, sticky spurts.
Pump after pump of hot, gooey cum painted her insides, until it leaked back out around the base of his cock and dripped down her ass. Dudley kept her body bouncing in small, shallow thrusts, forcing the thick mess to slosh and smear until it trickled down and splattered on the floor.
Spurt! Squelch! Spurt!
Astoria didn't stop kissing him, even as tears spilled from her eyes. From the sting, from the release, from the rush of emotions crashing through her body.
When she finally broke the kiss, her lips were swollen, shiny with spit. She looked dazed but glowing.
"That's the sweetest thing someone's ever said to me," she whispered hoarsely. Then, with a tired, blissed-out smile, "It was magical, Dudley."
Dudley held her pinned against the wall, still buried inside her utterly filled core, his cock twitching, fat and wet from her juices and his batter. She was warm and slippery around him, the sticky mess of their climax coating both of them, and it made him harder than ever.
He wasn't done, not even close.
"I do what I say, Astoria," he said, low and rough as he stared into her flushed face. "We'll find a cure. Don't worry about it. I don't know if you consider me a friend—"
Smack!
Astoria slapped the side of his head, her eyes narrowing.
"Seriously? You're literally inside me, aching my fragile womb and punching it with your batter. We're fuck-friends," she panted, still feeling him balls deep inside.
"Fuck-friends? It's 'friends with benefits,' Astoria," Dudley corrected with a grin.
Her cheeks went crimson, and she buried her face against his sweaty shoulder. "Yeah… I meant that."
He chuckled and carried her over to the chair, sitting down with her still skewered on his cock. The position changed the angle, and the swollen tip pressed even deeper into her, grinding right against the sore, freshly-broken core.
She gasped and trembled, her body giving an involuntary squeeze that nearly made him blow again.
"You tired? Got energy for another round?" he asked, one big hand cupping her ass as he bounced her slightly, letting her feel how hard he still was.
"Um-hmm…" Astoria moaned, already rocking her hips, weak but determined. "As long as you cum inside."
Dudley frowned, like it was deja vu. "That's… what Daphne says."
"Well, I guess I'm no better girl than her," Astoria teased, leaning back slightly so he could see his own cum slowly oozing out around his iron-hard shaft. "It feels insanely good. That sticky feeling, that tickle as it slides out of me, that fullness…"
She shuddered and moaned, grinding her hips down harder. "Ummmm… fuck!"
They are the same!
"W-What about blowjobs?"
"After you fill… meeeeh-mmm!" She gasped, cutting herself off with a cry as she started to ride him weakly, her hips gyrating in small circles, milking him for every drop she could get.
What's the point then? I'd be limp?
Dudley sighed, half-exasperated and half turned on beyond reason, before clawing at her ass with both hands, spreading her cheeks wide.
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