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Hogwarts,
It was near the end of September that Dudley returned to Hogwarts. Somehow, the castle looked more alive now, more colorful, and more relaxing. Brooms flew around as the Quidditch players trained. The edge of the Forbidden Forest was no longer considered barred.
And the Great Hall felt so much more alive during dinner. Though it was embarrassing when Dumbledore made a speech about him and the hall was ushered into applause. It was more annoying because his hands were almost ready to sink under the skirts of Susan and Hannah.
Thankfully, it didn't last long, and the dinner started. Unsurprisingly, there were a lot more new Hufflepuffs in the first year. Dudley's presence had made the house popular. Slytherin had the fewest new faces, however.
"I received Aunt Amelia's letter. I can't wait to move in with you." Susan all but jumped on his lap and shamelessly kissed his cheek.
Sensing Hannah's nervous unease, Dudley patted her leg under the table. "Don't worry, I'll visit your home this Christmas holiday, and then snatch you away."
"Hehe—Oh, I know why. He can't wait for our Christmas present." Susan smirked.
"Oh, girls, I can't wait for every single day. Waking up between you two will be fun." He mumbled, dreaming already. Perverted? Sure. But exciting? Fuck yeah. "All tired and sore."
The two girls giggled, now their turn to explore his lap with their soft hands. Too bad he was in his clothes, or else they'd have stroked him to completion.
"Meet us in the room of requirement afterwards. We got a surprise for you." Susan hummed near his ear. "Since we couldn't celebrate your birthday."
Fuck!
He was so hard already.
"Find a blindfold when you enter. Make sure you wear it," Hannah added with a blush.
I can't fucking wait!
What was better than being the richest man alive? It was having someone like Susan and Hannah around.
"Ehm…"
All three of them became stiff for a moment. Hands were retraced from curious places before they even looked behind.
"Hey, Hermione." Dudley greeted the bushy-haired girl. And honestly, she'd gotten prettier. But that frown on her face suggested otherwise. "What can I do for you?"
"Did you do it?"
"Huh? What do you mean?" He asked.
"That whole rescue. Did—"
"I did save them, if you're curious. I had the camera feed cut and made way for them to exit."
"I wasn't asking that." Hermione narrowed her gaze. "Did you plot the entire thing to seem like a hero?"
"..."
There was rarely anything that surprised Dudley anymore. Rarely any words that could shock him, but what Hermione uttered did. He looked at Hannah and Susan, as if to ensure he was hearing right.
"You're asking me if I got the two planes hijacked and had them slammed into the buildings?"
"It's happening. She's finally gone insane studying too hard," Susan commented.
But Hermione didn't flinch. She kept staring at Dudley, and he looked back at her.
"I've no idea why you'd think that. No, I wasn't involved in what happened to the towers. I was only there to open the new headquarters. If anything, I'm rather curious if someone meant to finish me off... Wait—oh, you didn't!"
Dudley jumped to his feet furiously all of a sudden. He loomed before Hermione, glaring at her face. She finally flinched back, and instantly all eyes were on them.
"Miss Hermione Granger, whatever nonsense you have fed yourself, it has clearly ruined your sense of reality. To try and use Legilimency on me—Did you really think you'll be able to read my thoughts?"
Hermione stepped back.
"Brilliant job, really. You've managed to wreck a friendship I actually respected. I thought you had some promising talents, but it seems you're far better at squandering them than using them." Dudley kept pushing her, stepping closer to her. He wasn't that shocked, however. Vanguards had warned him that Hermione was trying to dig around the Vanguards. But her laughable accusation came out of nowhere.
Right then, Harry and Ron came rushing.
"What happened?" Harry asked.
"Your friend tried poking about in my head like Voldemort used to do to you," he said sharply. "She's gone off it, Harry. Get her sorted."
"You're more than what you show," Hermione retorted.
"And? You really think I'm just a no-good average Hogwarts student? This school is my vacation, Hermione. Yeah, I'm far more outside. I'm the richest man and wizard alive, what did you expect?"
"You own the Vanguards, don't you?"
"Hah, if that were true, my father would still be here, wouldn't he? Just leave, you've done enough to ruin the evening already."
Harry grabbed Hermione's shoulders and tried to take her away. "I-It's not the right place to fight, Hermione."
"I see you for who you are, Dudley. I was a fool all this time."
"Bullocks, just shut up, Hermione," Ron barked. "Merlin's tits, he's connected with everyone. All my brothers and even my dad. He's everywhere, that's about it."
"And you see no problem with that? Ron, if he has a say in everything, doesn't that mean he controls everything? He practically owns and rules both magical and Muggle Britain. It's not even a secret anymore."
Dudley crossed his arms and stood before her, face to face. "Tell me, have I done anything wrong? Anything vile? Have I harmed a soul? I hire wizards, give them work, feed the poor, and keep roofs over their heads. So please, Hermione, stop before you make a fool of yourself."
With that, he turned back and sat down between Hannah and Susan. He grabbed their hands right away, letting their touch calm him down. He hoped to keep Hermione from turning into this annoying type. But he had failed.
"What's her problem?" Susan sneered at Harry and Ron dragging the girl away.
"Her problem is that she believes herself to be the only righteous one, isn't it obvious? She's one of those who'd let a hundred people die to save five, all because she didn't think it through or consider the consequences of saving those five. She's the type who thinks from ideals, not common sense. Anyway, let's not talk about her anymore before I lose my patience."
The two girls scooted closer to him, squishing him between their bodies.
He chuckled, holding back from grabbing their waists.
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Yes, he was still excited.
An hour after Hannah and Susan left, he strolled to the Room of Requirement. Having decided on the room previously, he just had to walk back and forth a few times and enter through that door.
Just as they had said, a small chamber awaited him there, a table placed in the center. It had a black blindfold.
What's they got planned now?
He grabbed it, put it on his forehead, and walked over to the small door that would lead him into the real place. As he grabbed the doorknob, he pulled the blindfold down onto his eyes and just walked inside.
"Alright, I got no clue what I'm doing, so don't let me fall."
"We know," Susan cooed from his right.
"Trust us," Hannah said from his left.
They grabbed an arm each and led him. On the way, they unbuttoned his shirt, removing it. Then they opened his pants, removing them. By the time they brought him to a halt, he was naked.
"Take a seat, Dud." Susan pushed him softly.
A little hesitant, he eventually felt a soft chair under his ass.
"Dud." Hannah chirped, her hand caressing his knees. "Spread them, please."
He grinned excitedly. "What have you planned, girls?"
"Patience." Susan placed a hand on his thigh, pulling his leg apart even further.
Making place for themselves?
While a blowjob wasn't new, he loved it when they both did it.
"Ummmh… Look, Hannah, he's throbbing," Susan muttered.
"He missed us, maybe."
"And we've got just the present for him."
Finally, he felt something. One hand on each of his thighs, both different. Then, he felt two hands on his cock, gripping the upper and lower parts.
"Take it off," Hannah said.
"Finally!" Dudley ripped the blindfold off. "I can't wai—Fuck!"
He gulped. Speechless, and goddamn aroused. They'd done it again! Every time he thought he'd grown used to their tricks, they found a way to push him straight past reason. First, it had been that skimpy Santa outfit. Now… this.
"H-How… Wait, is that moving?"
Susan's grin was pure mischief. "I did a bit of research. A touch of magic. You like it?"
As the two girls stared at his shaft and face doe-eyed, he nodded furiously. "Like? I fucking love it! C-Catgirl cosplays… damn!"
He could barely form words. Both girls knelt in front of him, their smiles bright with eagerness, their cat ears twitching with a life of their own. Hannah's were snow–white, her hair spilling over her shoulders in loose curls. Susan's were black, glossy fluff against her red hair and pale skin.
They wore almost nothing, just thin strips of tape crossing over their tight nipples, skin glinting faintly under light. Below, ear-matching skirts brushed their smooth thighs, each hem short enough to reveal the teasing curve of their hips and the faint flick of their tails, swaying behind them in perfect rhythm. Every motion was hypnotic.
Dudley swallowed hard, eyes tracing the motion of those tails. He knew what they meant, where they were lewdly plugged into at the base, and that thought alone sent his heartbeat racing.
Both girls knelt between his legs, faces turned up toward him. The light caught in their eyes, wide, glimmering, playful. Their pink tongues peeked out just enough to make him groan under his breath. Their ears twitched again, reacting to his every breath.
I… am so fucking lucky.
"Best birthday gift ever!"
They giggled together in sinful triumph. Susan's hand trailed up his thigh while Hannah's fingers mirrored her on the other side, their touches teasing and light.
Their mouths opened for him without hesitation, and they scooted closer between his legs. Their tongues instantly met his throbbing shaft, soft, slick, and warm.
Hannah took his swollen cockhead between her thin lips, and Susan went lower to suckle his family jewels. They moved like a well-coordinated swim team, drowning his sensitive shaft with wet warmth. One suckled him with her tongue, twirling at his tip, the other stroking his length with her slithering tongue.
It felt too much, every inch of him got the attention his cock thirsted for, every bump and groove lathered with heat. Like soaking in a hot tub, such a fucking pleasure.
Just when he started to lose himself in the feeling, they stopped. A teasing giggle escaped one of them, followed by the warmth of their breath as they leaned in close again. This time, kissing along the inside of his thighs, soft, slow, and wet. Their fingers never leaving his skin.
Their hands stroke him nonstop. Ten slender, spit-covered fingers gliding over his shaft as their mouths teased his skin. Their hands milked his throbbing shaft, raw and wild, just waiting for him to burst.
"Fuck…" he breathed, half laughing, half trembling.
He reached out instinctively, brushing his fingers through Susan's hair, teasing one of her cat ears. It twitched under his touch. Warm, soft, impossibly real. She let out a playful little purr, her black tail tickling his ankle.
Hannah joined in, her own white cat ears flicking at his touch, her grin melting into something more tender. Her fluffy tail flicking onto his calf with heavenly soft teasing.
They giggled onto his skin, purring as they felt his balls tighten in their palms, his palm roaming their smooth backs.
Dudley could barely think anymore. The way they moved together, synchronised in every tilt of the head, every teasing flick of those tongues, felt like some sort of spell.
Hannah's blonde hair swayed against her shoulders as she leaned closer again, her tail swaying against that curving, ample bottom in soft strokes. Susan's green eyes never left his, her hair swaying down on the pale skin of her magnificent pair of tits.
He felt like he was watching a dream unravel in slow motion. Every breath, every shiver, every little hum of pleasure building up. He was already teetering on the edge.
Then, they went back in with hunger.
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