His thick cock pulsed, buried to the hilt. He spilled into her, ropes of thick, molten white lava pouring deep inside her clutching pussy. He gave her everything, filling her to the brim, the sheer volume of it pushing back until it overflowed, creamy and hot.
The tight space inside her was quickly overwhelmed, and the thick, whipped cream began to leak around his length, forced back in by each last lazy, shallow thrust as he worked himself through the roller coaster of bliss.
Normally, he avoided coming inside but Hannah and Susan were the girls he'd do anything for. While Susan was the wilder and more experimental type. Hannah was the more passionate, rough type with a distinct taste for feeling him spill inside and fill her up to the brim with his warm viscous honey.
Still panting, Dudley finally collapsed beside her, sprawling out on the mattress, chest heaving.
Hannah didn't move for a long moment, her legs still weak and trembling, her body buzzing from the aftertaste. Then, slowly, she reached between her thighs, shivering as her fingers swiped through the mess he'd left inside her.
A small, pleased whimper left her throat as she felt the warmth of it trickling out, thick and hot as it seeped from her stretched, battered pussy. Her skin broke out in goosebumps, still feeling the pleasure of his hot batter seeping throughout her core.
She loved this sensation. And there was only one guy she'd ever let help her feel it as he made her so comfortable even in the most deranged, wild moments.
Hannah let out a satisfied sigh before rolling onto her side, pressing her flushed, naked body against his. Her soft, warm skin melted against his, and she draped an arm lazily over his chest, cuddling into him like she didn't want to let go.
Then, with a sleepy, content murmur, she nuzzled her face into his shoulder and said, "By the way… my parents wanted to meet you."
Dudley's entire body stiffened.
"What?!" His head snapped toward her so fast it nearly gave him whiplash. His post-orgasmic daze was obliterated in an instant, replaced by sheer, unfiltered panic.
Hannah only giggled at his reaction, her fingers idly tracing patterns over his chest.
"Relax, dummy, it's not about this." She gestured vaguely between their tangled, sweat-slicked bodies with a teasing smirk. "They heard about D&D Capital and wanted your help managing their wealth."
Fuck, she gave me a heart attack there.
Dudley exhaled sharply, running a hand down his face. Shaking his head, he let out a chuckle before glancing down at her. "Sure, I can do that."
Bam! Bam!
"Hey! Your time's up!"
Suddenly, loud bangs came from the door. It was a rented room in an inn at Hogsmeade. After all, Hogsmeade was the only place where they could find a good room with beds they could share together.
And it wasn't just them. There were many more student couples. How else could the Hogsmeade Inns survive without much footfall most of the year? They made a ton of money during Hogwarts Hogsmeade visits. Heck, there were rental waiting lists for rooms. Rented not by the night but by the hour.
The school probably knew it but didn't care. Why else would you need parental permission to go to Hogsmeade? Why else would the first and second years not be allowed?
A little annoyed, and while Dudley could easily overpay and keep that room all to himself for more hours, he chose not to. There were too many horny couples outside waiting for their turn. He couldn't bear cockblocking his fellow brothers.
"Uh… Help." Hannah moaned as she finally stood up after putting on her clothes. A patterned shirt and jeans. "Can't… walk."
"You asked for it." Dudley let her grab his arm for balance.
"And I loved every second of it, Dudley."
Hearing that, something stirred in his pants. It was insane how he'd been doing Susan and Hannah since his third year and still couldn't get enough of them. They were like his comfort food, and perhaps he was one to them too.
After returning to the school, Dudley waited for Susan to finish her detention before dragging her to the empty Arithmancy classroom and giving her the same treatment as Hannah. Only this one loved experimenting with positions and tasting his climaxes.
He still had two more days, so he spent those with them too.
Then finally, after skipping the whole Christmas holiday, he took the train and returned to London. He only had two weeks and he had grand plans.
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Dudley arrived at King's Cross at late noon. With the drive to his home being almost two hours long, he opted to just call Edwin Hughes to pick him up and ride with him.
Soon, in a luxury van with curtained windows, Dudley sat in a soft recliner seat, bundles of papers in his hand. The seat beside him was occupied by Edwin Hughes, the CFO of D&D Capital, who was on the verge of becoming D&D Holdings.
"Good on you. Finding Jack Ma must've been tough," Dudley said, glancing over the reports. "But be careful with investing in his company. China doesn't quite play by the same rules as the rest of the world."
He flipped through the pages, nodding here and there at the figures. These were plans he'd made a year in advance, but seeing them put into action was something else entirely.
"Salesforce looks solid," he said. "PayPal… let's keep an eye on that one. If we get the chance down the line, we should buy it. Could help when we launch our payment gateway. I'm not too keen on Visa and MasterCard having the whole thing stitched up. Google's doing better than we thought. That's a nice surprise."
"Larry and Sergey were here last month to discuss further expansion," Edwin informed. "We went ahead with your decided plan."
Nodding some more, Dudley finished reading the entire report an hour into the drive. But after that, he read the magical side of the report. Diagon Alley was mostly under his control now and the plans for its expansion were in the draft stage.
"Sir… how is my daughter?"
Dudley looked at the man. He remembered, Edwin's daughter was a muggle-born witch and had just joined Hogwarts. She got sorted in Ravenclaw even.
"She's doing great," Dudley assured the man. "I asked a few girls in her house to help her settle in. Gave her my study notes from the first year as well—wrote them up myself."
The fourth year at Hogwarts had been fairly peaceful for the other students, at least compared to the time with the Basilisk or all those frightening rumors about Sirius Black the year before.
Edwin let out a sigh of relief. "That's a relief. My wife keeps stressing out since there are no phones to talk to her there. Letters are too… old-fashioned."
"I feel you. Anyway, continue with the plans. I'll write up new ones after I return from Myanmar."
Edwin gulped. Until a year ago, before receiving Hogwarts' letter for his daughter, he used to be a very confident and proud man, never losing his composure. He dealt in billions under Dudley. But now, knowing the existence of magic and magical Hitlers, he was slightly shaken. And knowing what Dudley was plotting in Myanmar had him losing sleep.
He supported it, of course. But it was so different from any business they had done. He prayed that Dudley would succeed. He really didn't want a magical Hitler to win.
"Should I come along, Sir?"
"No, I've got another wizard joining me on this one. You hold the fort here, yeah? I'll head off tomorrow and, with a bit of luck, be back in a week. After that, I'll need to pop over to America for three days—MACUSA pulled their support from my bank."
Edwin sighed, being a useless muggle and unable to help Dudley much.
As Dudley noticed he was almost home, he gave back the papers. "While I'm away… could you help me with something? Have a word with Penelope Clearwater. Find out if we did anything in France between June of last year and now."
"Why? Did something happen?" Edwin had to ask; It was an unusual request.
Dudley scratched his head awkwardly.
"That's what I would like to know, Edwin."
What the hell happened to Fleur?
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Dudley sent Edwin away in the same car and walked to the front door of his house, his suitcase in one hand. It was already night, and street lights lit up the whole Privet Drive.
He stood there for a moment, gathering his thoughts. He wasn't Petunia's son but this body was.
Click!
"Pumpkin?!"
Uh, that name.
"Mum." Dudley smiled and pulled Petunia into a warm hug. "And will you stop calling me 'pumpkin'? It's embarrassing. I'm not even fat anymore… just big-boned, with extra muscle."
"Oh, you'll always be my little pumpkin, no matter how tall you've grown, love. Come in now—Mum's baked you a chocolate cake." She took his arm gently, leading him inside. "You won't believe all that's happened these past two months."
Someone's watching.
He could feel it. It was distinct. From across the street, he felt eyes on him. And it wasn't hard to guess who it was.
"Woah! What the hell is all this?" Dudley gaped at the new kitchen his humble house had. It looked like something straight out of fairytales. Decorations, the theme, the colors, and even the appliances were custom-made to fit the theme. Then there were five different cameras fixed at various angles.
Petunia proudly giggled, arms folded. "When the BBC fellows came to interview me about you, they tried my cooking. They liked it so much, they asked me to audition for a new food show! And guess what? I got it! I've already filmed four episodes—imagine that!"
At least she's happy.
"That's mad! What did you make, then? Don't tell me it's the classic British staple—Chicken Tikka Masala and a bit of Chinese?"
"Oh, you." Petunia laughed softly, guiding him to the table as she poured his tea. "I suppose I'll get to that one day. For now, I'm making the sort of things any lady in London might whip up at home."
"That's brilliant. Make sure you keep a copy of all the episodes. In a few years, the whole world's going to be connected to the internet. Then you can share your recipe videos with millions—maybe even billions—of people everywhere."
"..."
Petunia paused for a moment, then gave his arm a gentle pat and laughed softly. "Oh, Dudley, don't be silly. How could billions of people be connected? There'd be wires everywhere!"
"..."
This time, Dudley paused momentarily.
"Hah, yeah, just having a laugh. Anyway, I'm starving—what's for dinner?"
Petunia glanced at the wall clock. It was nearly dinner time. "Just an hour, love. I'll cook you a proper feast. Go on and freshen up in your room till then."
Shrugging, Dudley got up to go take a bath.
"Wait! Since you're dressed, do me a favor, will you? I baked far too much cake. Why don't you take some to your Aunt Lily? She returned this morning."
Of course, she returned. Why wouldn't she when I'm here?
Wand hidden in his sleeves, he took the covered tray that Petunia handed him and walked out of his house. Just across the street was Lily's house. He could see the lights on the lower floor, albeit very dimly.
I guess I'll drop another hint.
But more than that, he wondered what she had planned now.
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