First, Susan's mouth clamped over the crown of his cock. Her tongue lapped under the ridge, then flicked to the underside, already soaked in gleaming spit. She stuffed her face deeper, her cheeks hollowing as she forced more and more of his cock into her throat. Her nose wrinkled, eyes watering, but she didn't stop.
Ghk! Ghk! Ghk!
Her lips slathered him with drool, mouth working over time as he took him deep. She gagged, but shoved herself right back down again, sucking with massages of her tongue.
As soon as Susan had to stop to breathe, Hannah took over.
Her lips were tight, hot, almost searing. She swallowed his cock in one greedy plunge. Her throat convulsed instantly, choking as his thickness jammed past her tongue, past her tonsils, until her lips and nose were crushed against his pubes. Her hair bounced with every dive, strands clinging to her damp cheeks.
Ghk! Slurp! Ghk!
Her cat ears twitched, the fluffy tail moving wildly in rhythm with her mouth. She felt him throbbing on her tongue. The heavy, angry pulse of his cock thumping inside her mouth. Her throat worked frantically, swallowing, massaging, refusing to let him pull back.
"Fuck!"
When they finally paused again, both of them rose slightly, kneeling in front of him. Their faces pressed against each other side by side, eyes half–closed, their tongues out in a perfectly mirrored pose. One blond–haired, one red–haired, both trembling with unholy need.
"Cats are hungry for milk, Dud," Susan purred.
Dudley couldn't even answer. He groaned, tilted his head back, and stroked his cock feverishly. His balls were already so tight, he didn't need much for them to burst.
The first burst sprayed onto their faces, painting their flushed cheeks with strings of white. The second was just as intense, sticking onto their hair and soaking their cat ears. Jet after jet decorated the flawless skin of their swells, sticky and hot, spilling like pressurized cream. His body almost locked up, muscles tensing all the way to his toes.
Hannah and Susan had their makeup ruined. Their fluttering lashes were coated, mouths filled with globs of his batter. After they showed him how lewdly eager they were, with mouths filled to the brim, they gulped it all down. Their throats visibly bobbed with the thick loads going down.
Hannah ran her tongue over her lips first, eyes fluttering closed for a second, the faintest smile curling on her mouth. Susan followed, catching the corner of her own lip with her teeth, the gesture slow, teasing, deliberate. They looked up at him together, eyes glinting with that same dangerous amusement.
They took turns to suck his cock clean. Lick after lick, scooping up every drop.
When they finally pulled back, both girls turned toward each other. Still breathless, still grinning. Susan leaned in first, tracing the tip of her tongue over Hannah's forehead, down along the curve of her cheek. It wasn't a kiss, more like two cats grooming one another, purring low under their breath.
Hannah giggled softly, a sound that melted into a pleased hum. She returned the favor, brushing her own tongue along Susan's temple, then down the smooth line of her throat, before going down to her lush breasts.
She lathered Susan's big breasts with her tongue, scooping up the rogue drops of cream. Then it flicked over the tape teasingly, causing Susan to jolt in surprise.
Their laughter filled the chamber again, light, lazy, content. With a small flick of their wands, sparkles shimmered briefly over their skin, the lingering, cum-coated evidence of their filthy play vanishing in an instant. Then they stood up.
Susan looked back at Dudley, her ears twitching, a slow smile spread across her lips. "Ready to play with your cats, mister?"
Hannah giggled, echoing her tone. They each took one of his hands, pulling him gently toward the bed.
Dudley barely had time to react before they climbed onto it, both moving with slow, graceful precision. Like real cats, they crawled on hands and knees, asses swaying, tails flicking with every movement.
Hannah shifted first, rolling onto her back and sliding her arms beneath her own thighs, folding up her legs open in invitation. The movement was bold and wild, clearly now confident with the two people she cared about most.
Beside her, Susan stayed on all fours, lowering her shoulders and arching her back in a languid feline stretch. Her head turned just enough for her eyes to catch his, a smirk tugging at her lips.
"Which one first?" Hannah purred, "Snowball?"
"Or…" Susan followed. "Blackberry?"
"..."
"Haha!"
Reall. Dudley ended up laughing. They were trying a bit too hard. And it was what he loved.
"Who said I can't have both?"
And so, he crawled onto the bed. Crawled like a lion in heat.
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Dumbledore's Office,
The next morning, even before breakfast, Hermione Granger was called to the Headmaster's office. The old man was in his seat, sipping tea and eating a cake shaped like a lemon.
"Professor?"
"Ah, come inside, Ms. Granger. Please, take a seat. Tea?"
"No, thank you, Professor."
"Hm, then pay me no mind. I find mornings incomplete without a modest cup of lemon tea and a gentle breakfast. I fear I may have delayed yours, and for that, I apologize. Yet I felt this talk was needed. You are a bright witch, and it would grieve the whole community were you to lose your way."
Hermione frowned. "What do you mean, Professor?"
"Mr. Dursley. We were indeed aware of D&D Bank and what promise it held. I, together with many old and wise wizards, was among its first founding investors. I would not deny that Mr. Dursley has multiplied our investments by over six hundred percent. Quite remarkable, I must say."
For a moment, Hermione's eyes widened. To her, it sounded like Dudley had gained influence over Dumbledore as well. To her, where money was involved, all other morality dies.
"You knew and you didn't stop him?"
"What reason do we have? He has not done anything wrong or illegal."
"But to let one man have that much power and influence, it's absurd! And he owns the Vanguards—or at least part of it! One proper look into things, and anyone could see the connection. Professor, he must be stopped before it's too late!"
"And do what, exactly? He is a law-abiding wizard and a law-abiding man in the Muggle world. We, whether the Ministry, the MACUSA, or the Muggles themselves, have no reason to halt his rise. Indeed, his ascent seems to serve the common good. Countless wizards have found honest work, and even my old friend Nicolas cannot help but moan his praises. Mr. Dursley possesses a curious and practical mind, one that has, at long last, brought unity where there was only division."
Hermione started shaking her head, her voice rising sharply. "No, you're ignoring the bigger picture! Honestly, how can you not see it? Dudley isn't a good guy. He's a womanizer and completely incapable of treating anyone with respect!"
"Hardly a crime."
She gulped. "Why do you support him?"
"Because I believe in his vision."
"What is his vision?"
"To use money to bring the wizarding world toward unity and harmony with the Muggles. That is a noble dream indeed. To use magic not as a means of dominance, but as a light to further this world's technology and, perhaps one day, to reach for the stars.
"I visited one of D&D's research bases myself, to witness how magic was being woven into their work. I was astonished. They were testing something called rocket engines, allowing them to explode, and then using Reparo to mend what was lost. The same spirit I saw in countless other endeavors, from machines to medicines, from crops that may one day bloom in desert sands, to drawing water from air with the science of the Aguamenti charm. He has even married potions with Muggle medicine, and through that union, Neville's parents have at last been healed."
"But—"
Dumbledore raised a gentle hand, cutting her off.
"Ms. Granger, my faith in his vision comes from the results he has already shown. The Vanguards, though fearsome, will never commit crimes, for they are bound by an Unbreakable Vow that grants them the strength to refuse evil commands. Your distrust, however, arises from perceived prejudice and suspicion. It is not quite the same… But yes, he is a womanizer"
"..."
Hermione tried to say something, but stopped herself. She huffed at herself and slowly deflated in that chair.
"I… I just… didn't want…"
"Another Voldemort?" Dumbledore asked softly, eyes twinkling. "Ms. Granger, there will not be another Dark Wizard if the Vanguards have their way. You need not be anxious. The boy is a blessing to this world."
"But…"
"He's many things, but he's not evil. Of that I can vouch for, with my own life."
Once Dumbledore had said that, Hermione was really lost for words to respond. Dumbledore was still highly respected as the wise old wizard. If he was willing to go that far, then perhaps…
"I will reconsider my stance, Professor."
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"Any bets?"
It was Quidditch season. Dudley ran the betting scene just to mess around and have some fun. With no Voldemort, the headache was considerably reduced. It was pure bliss.
"Here, my ten on Harry!"
"What're you betting on, Dud?"
"Hah, that's my secret." Dudley scoffed and continued taking bets, sitting in the stands with some of the hottest girls in Hogwarts sitting around him. Susan and Hannah were on his sides, Luna and Padma a step below near his feet, Daphne and her sister were behind him.
A log of jealous gazes swept over him, and he was rather proud. He'd banged each one of them, after all. And he was doing it regularly, almost every single day. Already, he'g gotten used to having Daphne and Astoria individually. Both sisters were obsessed with storing his cockjuice in their pussies.
As for Susan and Hannah, they were permanent. Heck, they recently played around with Luna, folding and twisting the poor junior on his cock, experimenting with new positions. On Luna's part, she loved it. Heck, Tonks had joined the Hogwarts faculty as the new teacher for DADA. And he was absolutely banging his teacher, also secretly his second in command of the Vanguards.
And the boy who lived? He was still dating Cho Chang. She was pretty hot, but he refused to touch her. From what Harry had spilled to him, he and Cho were physical regularly. Well, Harry was more curious about getting some advice from him on how to last crazy long and some positions. He wrote down a small booklet for his cousin.
Also, all that left Ginny, and yes, he continued splitting her apart with his thick cock. He especially enjoyed doing Ginny and Lavender together, one skinny and one curvy.
Indeed, he had gone absolutely nuts, nutting in girls left and right. But he knew these were the last few years of such joy. After Hogwarts, he planned on getting serious with D&D and also commit to Susan and Hannah majorly, with Narcissa, Lily, and Fleur on the side as 'regulars'.
Speaking of Lily, he went to the owlry after taking the bets for the next day's Quidditch match. It was his habit to check for letters twice a day so he wouldn't miss anything.
"Oh?"
He checked left and right first, and then opened the letter silently. With his breath stuck in his throat, he gazed at the top line, the address marking Australia.
It was short. It had no name, just a string of words.
Colt is strong.
Now, Colt was a gun company. Colt was also a gun. And that was why it was the best code for its other meaning. And it was a code that made him thrilled.
She… birthed a boy?!
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