Second Chances [The Dudley Story] 31 - Santa’s Babes, Elite Shopping & Changing Loyalties (Patreon)

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Dudley's rise was unusual. Impractical. Illogical. The Muggle world was confused; the Wall Street experts, the financial world experts, all tried to understand Dudley in hopes of replicating his miracle. 

Insider trading was a guess initially. But anyone with half a brain dismissed that notion. Dudley mostly invested in companies that were just starting out. In a true sense, Dudley was an angel investor. And those invested companies went on to become giants, surpassing the competition. And Dudley somehow created synergy in his invested companies. Like how Netflix and Google were joining hands. How Google and Amazon were using each other to expand their market presence.  

Moreover, now Dudley was entering hard industries. Setting up manufacturing in the United States. In an era when most companies outsourced manufacturing, Dudley was the only madman setting it up in the States. Understandably, he was loved by the politicians and the people for that reason. 

And despite being merely 20 years old, despite having so much money, Dudley's image was clean. No scandals, no sex parties with models, no questionable yacht outings, no drugs, no publicly recorded outbursts. 

How could one achieve so much at such a young age? There was envy, there was admiration, and there was loathing. 

But while the Muggle world was in awe, the magical world was in fear and pride at the same time. If he were the richest Muggle, then, combined with Dudley's magical wealth, he was perhaps the richest man in humanity's existence. The D&D Bank alone surpassed all wizard-owned businesses. Gringotts was bleeding and clearly planning something in silence. 

And despite all that, no one knew about the true might that Dudley owned. The Vanguards had grown from five hundred to a thousand, and now their number stood at two thousand. An army of wizards sworn to Dudley with Unbreakable Vows. And that army loved Dudley not as a boss, but as their family head. He provided them with a stable job, money, respect, and a sense of pride. 

Through Dudley, the Vanguards derived confidence to hold their heads high. And for Dudley, they were ready to do anything. 

That night, they did the same. 

They surrounded Azkaban as the Death Eaters broke out. Their numbers were utterly overwhelming. But their intention wasn't to capture the Death Eaters. 

No, their goal was to gain control of the chessboard. 

Their goal was to give Dudley the ability to play the game on his own terms. 

To turn all the kings, queens, knights, rooks, and pawns on the chessboard into his little toys. Black or White, all under his invisible strings of control.

To own the playing field like a god. 

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It was the 25th of December, Christmas Day had arrived. 

Petunia had decided to hold the evening feast on the eve of Christmas Day instead of Christmas Eve, as she wanted to spend time with her son instead. She also dropped a bomb, revealing that she was dating someone. 

While it shocked Dudley, he wasn't against it at all. Vernon was his father, and he liked the man as he was starting to change. But the untimely death had destroyed whatever connection they had barely formed. Petunia, on the other hand, he did like and eventually saw as his mother. 

Besides, she was dating a decent guy. A world-famous TV chef with his shows broadcast around the world. From cooking to food challenges to restaurant reviews. Petunia told him about the man on Christmas Eve and invited him to meet Dudley. 

That same night, Dudley made the Vanguards dig out the entire history of the man. He went to a kindergarten in the countryside, and used to pick his nose a lot and taste it before rating it. Moved to London for culinary school and worked under another TV show chef. He got divorced a few years ago and has a daughter studying in college. His net worth was a few million dollars, and owned three restaurants with Michelin stars. He had never dated since his divorce, and met Petunia on the set when he was a guest on her cooking show. 

All in all, the Vanguards remarked that the man was genuine. Not chasing Dudley, indirectly trying to seek investment. 

With that, Dudley relaxed and stopped worrying about Petunia. But he still kept ten Vanguards keeping a watch on her at all times. He feared Voldemort would go after her. 

The next day, in the evening, guests arrived at his now upgraded house. He'd bought the entire Privet Drive at last, and the other houses were currently being razed to the ground to make space for beautiful lawns with boundary walls and tall shrub fencing for privacy. The only two houses left in that large area were his own and Lily's. 

"Madam Bones." Dudley greeted the stoic woman, yet with a certain charm. "Glad you could make it."

"She insisted." Amelia gestured at her niece, standing beside her, grinning. 

Dudley eyed the girl. She was dressed to impress, wearing a lovely white full-sleeved shirt-blouse with a large red bowtie, and a red pleated skirt that only reached her lower thighs, leaving the rest of her legs covered in thin, white stockings, her feet wearing red closed-toe heels. Her shoulder-length red hair was done curly and messy in a pretty way, with some bangs on her forehead. One look and he knew she was going to be mischievous tonight.

Tonight's gonna be interesting. 

He could already feel it… between his legs. 

"Merry Christmas, Dud!" Susan chirped and jumped at him, wrapping her arms around his neck, pecking his lips, and hugged him so hard. She intently made him feel her round, voluptuous Hogwarts-wide famous tits on his chest. 

What the—

He was taken aback by the kiss. He eyed Amelia Bones, but she didn't seem to mind. He knew that the older woman was aware of his and Susan's sexual nature of friendship. But to openly kiss. 

Before anyone else could appear, Susan stopped teasing him and walked in with Amelia. Soon after, Hannah appeared with both her parents. And damn, she was also dressed to impress. Being taller than Susan, and while not much around the chest, Hannah was known and lusted after across Hogwarts for her lower half. Her hips were to die for, and he could vouch for that. 

Her dress accentuated her lower half perfectly. A simple pale-pink blouse, solid blue jeans tight around her hips and legs, and heeled sandals of the same color as her blouse. Combined with her long, wavy, untied blonde hair falling on her shoulders, she looked hot and innocent at the same time. And hell, he wanted to pull her in and give her a deep tongue-twisting kiss. 

Sadly, her parents weren't as aware as Amelia Bones. To them, he was just their daughter's good friend and a famous boy. 

"Merry Christmas, Hannah, and Mr. and Mrs. Abbot."

Mr. Abbott happily grabbed his hand and shook it. "Merry Christmas to you as well, Mr. Dursley. Thank you for taking care of my daughter."

"..."

He looked at Hannah, and her face had already turned deep red. 

And I'll take care of her tonight as well. Don't worry. 

Of course, he couldn't say that out loud. 

"Please, it's Hannah who takes care of me. Let's go, everyone else is inside." He replied and finally closed the door. He purposely walked behind them, eyeing Hannah's lovable ass in those tight jeans. She felt his gaze and looked behind, only to receive his wink. 

Soon, they arrived in the renovated dining area. Unlike before, when the dining table was just set in the combined large hall that was the living room and kitchen, the renovated house had a designated dining area with a table so long and grand that twenty people could sit there. 

Everyone was already seated. Petunia was sitting at the farthest, shorter edge, as the head. To her right, around the corner, Dudley made Hannah sit, then her parents. On Petunia's left, around the corner, was an empty seat reserved for him. And likely planned by Lily, she was seated right beside him to the left, then there was Susan, and then Amelia. A perfect setting, especially for the massive table with that white tablecloth that dangled low at the edges, falling over their laps. 

Right away, Dudley walked over and took his seat beside Lily. The woman did smell of flowers and looked just as stunning, keeping her red hair in that one thick braid he loved to pull while doing her. But he had no plans for her that day, or night. 

Still, that didn't mean there was no fun. As soon as he sat down, his left hand sank under the tablecloth and drifted over to Lily's lap. Although the woman was wearing a long skirt, she seemed to have lifted it up already. 

Ah, heaven.

His large hand landed on top of her right thigh, and he caressed inward, feeling the creamy, soft, plump inner thigh. He gently caressed, not moving his hand too much. But he was sad when he felt her moist underwear keeping him from teasing her. Still, the warmth of her legs was more than enough to make that dinner enjoyable. 

"I heard you started dating, Petunia," Lily asked, completely unbothered by her young stallion's hand on her naked leg. Rather, she welcomed it, at times squeezing her legs together to warm up his hand, letting him feel the moist heat radiating from her core. She was ready, willing even. Sadly, that night wasn't it. 

Dudley cherished it. At first, he was doubtful, but now he didn't care. He loved the exclusivity he had over her. And that made him hard. 

"We just started, Lily. It's nothing serious at the moment." Petunia shyly replied, completely unbothered by how the plates of food flew from the kitchen and landed in front of them. There were no servants, no house elves, just magic. 

But then Petunia eyed her sister. "What about you, Lily? I don't… mean to be rude. You should maybe… try dating?"

“It’s alright, Petunia. But I don’t see the need, truly. I’m rather content as things are." Lily smiled softly, giving the hand of her curious explorer a gentle squeeze between her creamy thighs. “My work keeps me busy. And Dudley…”

What?! Dudley froze. 

"Is helping me keep Harry out of trouble at Hogwarts… I feel at ease."

Damn… Playing a dangerous game with me, Lily. Be ready for the punishment. 

Moments later, he retracted his hand to eat dinner. Nothing out of the ordinary happened after that. Just some talks about his work, their lives, and the Ministry's situation. After dinner, they exchanged some gifts. 

Dudley, of course, gave the best ones. He gifted Amelia Bones a gold bracelet with magical stones that vibrate whenever there’s hidden magic around her. It was a very useful thing for an Auror. He gave Mr. Abbott an expensive watch, and Mrs. Abbott received a set of rings, one for her and one for her husband. It would tell her if her husband's health was bad, vice versa. 

Finally, he gave Lily a wand holster that could automatically clean the wand and keep it in its prime state. He gave Hannah a pendant that was enchanted to keep her warm in winter and cool in summer. The same was for Susan, but in the form of a bracelet. 

Finally, he gave Petunia a knife that would never lose its edge or mistakenly cut its user. 

Most at the table felt embarrassed as they didn't bring anything expensive. But he still accepted whatever it was. Madam Bones gave him a book on Arithmancy, and Mr. and Mrs. Bones gave him an envelope with the names of some distant wizards interested in his bank. Lily gave him a ring that he could use to contact her if needed. It wasn't anything elaborate; it could only vibrate. At last, Petunia gave him a mobile phone so they could talk remotely. 

As for Susan and Hannah, the two girls just winked at him instead of giving a gift. 

I guess I'll get it later. 

With the dessert eaten, the Abbott couple got up, ready to leave. Right then, Amelia also got up. But Susan and Hannah remained seated. The two girls looked at each other and then eyed their respective guardians with puppy eyes. 

"Can we stay here tonight?" 

Meanwhile, Amelia knew that her niece was going to be… warmed up in bed. Mr. and Mrs. Abbott had no idea. They looked at Amelia, and once Amelia nodded, they also agreed right away. If the Head Auror didn't mind, who were they to deny? And Dudley, being their daughter's friend for so many years now, they trusted him wholeheartedly. 

A big mistake, of course. The smart looking, big bodied boy was the horny wolf in sheep's clothing. 

"Of course, Hannah."

Soon, the guests were gone. Lily, although she gave him some sultry looks, chose to leave. Harry was still at Hogwarts, giving lessons to Dumbledore's Army. So, Lily decided to just go to Hogwarts instead. 

"Mum, you should rest. The dishes will clean themselves." Dudley advised Petunia. He flicked his wand, and all the dirty plates flew to the sink. 

"You're ever so helpful, my pumpkin." Petunia placed a fond kiss on her son's forehead. "I have an outdoor cooking shoot tomorrow, so I'd best get to bed early."

While still disliking that nickname, he nodded and let her go. He waited to hear the distant door shut before getting up and grinning at the two girls. 

"So? Shall we go upstairs?"

"Not so fast." Susan got up and walked over to Hannah's side. “Give us fifteen minutes… then come to your room. We’ve a surprise to get ready.”

Shit, I'm already hard. 

"Alright." He shrugged and walked over to the kitchen to get some water. 

After that, Dudley looked at the list of names the Abbott couple had given him. Although he didn't really need it anymore, he still appreciated the thought. 

Once sure that fifteen minutes had passed, he walked upstairs towards his room. While the house's core areas, like the staircase and the broom closet, were kept the same, the house was simply expanded in the back and side directions. That made his room bigger and further away from the stairs, taking away any possibility of some noise leaking out. 

Knock! Knock!

"Girls?"

"Come in, Dudley."

Two voices, smooth, sultry, and sweet, echoed at the same time. It sounded like music, and he loved it. He had to confess, sex was slowly starting to lose its flavor for him. With Daphne always ready to let him sprinkle her pussy, Luna always eager to be impaled, he had no lack of girls. 

But right now, he felt his heart beat faster. Moments like these reminded him why he felt Susan and Hannah were irreplaceable to him. If he had to choose only two witches to spend his life with, never touching another, he would pick those two without a doubt. 

Click!

He turned the doorknob and pushed the door open. He noticed bright lights coming out, lights that weren't in his room. Then came the sweet scent of candy, and finally, he fully opened the door, only to gawk. 

To say he was aroused, that his cock was hard, was an understatement. 

"Merry Christmas, Dudley!" The two sang at the same time, standing side by side in that room decorated in a Christmas theme. The entire floor was covered in red and white fur carpet, and a Christmas tree was standing behind them, decorated with lights. Boxes of gifts were scattered around the base. Fake snow was falling from the ceiling, which was likely enchanted to look dark, like the sky. The window curtain was also red, and his king-sized bed, too, was shaped like a heart, covered in a red velvety sheet, with petals of roses sprinkled on it. 

However, all that paled in comparison to what the two witches were wearing. Dudley gulped hard and, without even saying anything, started to take off his shirt, eyes unmoving. 

"Fuck!" He cursed at his hardness. 

The two… Susan and Hannah, stood like a holiday dream, wrapped in barely-there Christmas costumes that could drive a saint to sin. Scarlet Santa hats on their silky hair, but it was what lay beneath that drove Dudley wild. Their breasts were covered by snug red tube tops trimmed with fluffy white fur, leaving their midriffs bare, smooth, toned, and fair as snowfall. Long, elegant white gloves clung to their arms, teasing his fetishes. And then those skirts, if they could even be called that. Red, trimmed in snowy white, riding so high they barely brushed the tops of their thighs.

Jesus Christ! I've never been this excited before!

Looking further down, after a teasing show of their nude thighs, their tight white stockings started, so tight that the soft flesh of their thighs appeared to spill out a little. And at their feet were closed-toe heels, high, at least six inches. 

They were standing almost back to back, staring at him, one hand on their waist, the other sending him flying kisses. They kept changing poses, raising one leg at the back, hugging each other's backs alternatively, winking at him. Or just spinning at the spot, teasing him with the rising curve of their asses. 

Susan was shorter, her full breasts pushed up to offer a mouthwatering glimpse of the valley between. Hannah stood taller, her curves more subtle up top, but the way her ass rose under that mini-skirt stole the air right from Dudley’s lungs.

"Ready for the gift?" Susan asked. 

Hannah, shy normally, but comfortable in private with her two favorite people, licked her lips while eying Dudley, who finally dropped his pants and stood naked, revealing his lovely, large body, wide shoulders, noticeable muscles on chest and arms, and that thick, fat cock. 

"Mm… I think he's ready, Sue."

"Twitching like that… Oh, he is… more than ready… Umm…"

The two witches sauntered toward him, hips swaying like cats in heat, their steps timed to some silent, sexy rhythm. The sway was hypnotic, Susan's bounce, Hannah's sway. They didn’t rush. They knew he was watching, drinking them in like wine, and they made a show of every sultry step. At the same time, they started removing their gloves, pulling one finger at a time, hinting at the good times ahead.

Then, finally, they melted into his arms, one to each side. A busty tease nestled against his left, and an ass to die for pressed in on his right. He wrapped his arms around their narrow waists, squeezing them closer, his hands instinctively drifting down…

Smack! Smack!

Both witches slapped his hands away with matching grins.

“Not so fast,” Susan purred.

“We have all night…” Hannah added. She spoke softly, but the heat in her eyes was unmistakable.

Dudley exhaled sharply. 

“Such teasing minxes…” he whispered, his cock twitching in response. With them in high heels, he didn’t even need to bend far, just leaned in and kissed the two shorter beauties.

He found Hannah’s lips first. Her mouth opened for him without hesitation, and their tongues met instantly, soft, slick, warm. She tasted like chocolate cream, sweet from the dessert they'd just had. Their kiss was wet and slow, their tongues lathering, gliding, curling around each other, her breath rougher as he sucked gently on her tongue before pulling away.

Then he turned to Susan and kissed her harder. No gentle entry this time, he devoured her lips, his mouth sealing over hers, and she loved it, sucking on his lower lip, then shoving her tongue in like she was hungry for it. Their kiss was messier, deeper.

And then, God help him, they both went for his lips at once.

He felt their cheeks press into him, their mouths claiming either side of his lips as they kissed him together, hot little pecks dissolving into tongues, both trying to slip past his lips. Their tongues tangled, rubbing against his, and each other’s, the three-way kiss hot and obscene. Their breathing grew shallow, noses brushing, lips sticky and glistening.

Best! Christmas! Ever! 

Dudley was as hard as steel. And he loved how the two girls took care of his erection. Both put one hand to work and started rubbing him, stroking him. Other hands caressed his chest and belly with their nails, tickling him. He throbbed in their tight fists. 

"Let me have a look, girls."

They smiled and obediently straightened up, and he slid both hands on their tube tops, peeling them down. The soft stretch of fabric gave way.

They were beautiful.

Susan’s tits tumbled free with a bounce. They filled his hand and more. He squeezed, and her plush flesh spilled between his fingers like overripe fruit. Her nipples, deep cherry red, poked out stiffly, brushing his palm and sending a jolt straight to his balls.

On his other side, Hannah’s breast fit perfectly in his palm. Not small, but perfect. Smooth and firm, her pale pink nipple tight and shy. He cupped her fully, thumb brushing gently over the peak while she trembled under his touch.

He massaged them both, switching kisses between their mouths, tasting them, hands greedy, cock twitching furiously between their bodies.

Then Susan pulled back, licking her lips.

"Time to taste him, Hannah." Susan declared and started kissing his neck. Hannah did so too, eagerly moving.

Their mouths were everywhere. Dudley felt a pair of lips on his neck, then another brushing along his shoulder. Warm, wet kisses trailed down his chest, playful little licks over his nipples that made him shiver. 

Tongues flicked, teased, and when he glanced down, the sight nearly made him stagger.

Both witches were on their descent. Down along his torso, dragging their lips across his abs, tongues swirling lower as they dropped to their knees together, synchronized like the perfect pair they were. 

And then they came face-to-face with it.

His cock. Thick, veiny, and standing proud. The same shaft that had taken them both, that had broken their innocence and left them begging for more. That had made them his.

They pivoted slightly on their heels so that each knelt to a side, squatting low, bodies angled toward one another. Their hats remained perched atop their heads, hair cascading around flushed cheeks, their eyes wide and glinting with mischief. One hand each snaked around his back, gripping his ass, and the other dipped down between his legs, cupping and fondling his balls with featherlight teases.

They stared up at him the entire time, lips parted, breathing heavy, pure lust painted across their pretty faces.

Then they struck.

Dudley barely had time to brace before Susan leaned in from the left, her lips landing on the side of his shaft in a hot, plush kiss. Hannah followed from the right, kissing lower along the thick base. They didn’t stroke, they didn’t jerk, they kissed. Deep, suckling kisses, soft and slow, leaving glossy red lipstick marks like stains of worship along his length.

Red prints bloomed against the flushed skin of his cock. On the shaft, around the base, even above the trimmed patch of his pubes. Their tongues flicked out to tease his balls, licking and rolling them, lathering them in warm spit. Then, without warning, they both rose slightly and met at his crown, each girl taking one side of the cockhead between their lips and sucking.

Frantic, wet, and sloppy. Their spit was dripping down from their chin.

“Mmmmmm…” Hannah moaned, eyes flickering up, watching his expression twist with pleasure. “Let’s prep him, Sue…”

Susan’s hum vibrated around his cock. “Hmm…”

Their tongues dragged across the full length of his shaft, meeting in the middle and sliding apart again as if they were licking the same lollipop. Their lips followed, up, down, around, smearing kisses along his thickness. 

They held him like he was an instrument, and he could feel every glide, every slide, every obscene lick as if it were wired straight to his brain.

Dudley was watching them. Nude tits dangling, flushed faces down at his cock like it was the centerpiece of their Christmas dinner. Their tongues worked in messy, hungry strokes, their kisses sticky and slow, each one drawing a groan out of him. Their lips slid up and down his shaft like they were playing a damn harmonica, and each hot slurp made his vision blur at the edges. He could barely keep his eyes open.

They kissed, rubbed, and polished his cock until it turned red, the skin hypersensitive, coated in a glistening sheen of their mixed-up spit and lipstick. Wet noises filled the room. His balls clenched. His shaft pulsed so hard he thought it was going to explode…

And then, to Dudley’s reluctance, they stopped.

They stood up, their tits still out, lips shiny and swollen.

"That was the best gift ever, you two," Dudley confessed. "Loved it."

"Pfft…" Susan wheezed suddenly and eyed her partner in crime. "He thinks that was the gift, Hannah."

"..."

Hannah smiled, shaking her head. "Should we show it to him?"

Susan shrugged. "It's his anyway, why delay it?"

Dudley was speechless, wondering what other gift could there be. He let Hannah and Susan grab his arm each and drag him towards the foot of the bed. They stopped him half a meter from the bed, and made him stand there like a statue. 

It can't be… that they… 

Dudley watched with his breath stuck in his throat. Hannah and Susan climbed into the bed in front of him, their backs towards him. Side by side, both of them placed their spread knees on the mattress first, their heels wearing feet still dangling off the edge. 

Then, giggling, both girls just leaned forward instead of moving further. They put their hands on the mattress, then went lower, and lower, getting in that doggy-style classic, lowering their shoulders until their faces were plastered on the velvet bedsheet, and their asses arched up, high… their mini skirts unable to hide anything. 

And there… there was his gift, in naked view. 

"Merry Christmas!"

MY FUCKING GOD!

Dudley's hands twitched, staring at their perfect, round asses, presented to him like a showcase. But the gift was between them—butt plugs. Each of them had one, sank deep, only the handles, decorated with red crystals, were visible. Below were their shaved slits, glistening in needy arousal. 

Best… Christmas… Ever!

But then, Hannah and Susan both stretched their arms backwards, gripped their asscheeks, and spread them wide for him. 

"You took our virginities," Susan said. 

"But not this one," Hannah added. 

Dudley breathed speechlessly. 

Susan continued, her voice heated. "You were our first—first kiss, first blowjob, first sex…" 

"Make this our first one, too," Hannah said. "Will you?"

He moved before he thought, lunging forward in primal hunger. His hands landed firmly on their asses, one for each. 

They were warm, trembling. He squeezed hard, fingers sinking into soft skin, his thumbs brushing the jeweled ends of their plugs. Susan’s ass fit neatly in his grip, firm, shapely, delicious. Hannah’s overwhelmed his hand. Soft and vast, it spilled over his palm, the weight and width of it dizzying.

"Girls, I'm not the brightest of the bunch, but if I say no to this… kill me."

He dropped to his knees, like a man in prayer. And worshiped.

He kissed Susan’s ass first, soft kisses that deepened with need, then peppered Hannah’s fluffy softness with the same admiration. His lips trailed from one cheek to the other, leaving a warm, wet trail over snowy skin, before his fingers found the jeweled plugs again and tapped them lightly.

His cock throbbed at the little clink of finger on gem.

"So, which one should I enter first?"

Susan laughed softly, words muffled by the bedsheets. “Heh… It’s a buffet, Dudley. Start wherever you want… as long as you finish it… all.”

He groaned low in his chest and slid both hands between their thighs. His fingers traced along their soaked folds, just a touch, just a tease. 

“Unghh…” Both witches moaned at the contact. Sharp, helpless sounds. They quivered at the simplest caress.

He realized then, they were too sensitive. The kind of wet that didn’t happen in just minutes. How long had they been wearing those plugs? How long had they been waiting for this?

"Accio Lube."

A thick bottle launched itself from his bedside table, flipping neatly through the air before slapping into his palm.

Of course, he had lube. Just because he had access to so many needy witches didn’t mean he’d stopped taking care of himself. He knew how to keep things smooth, messy, and merciful. But tonight… mercy would be in short supply.

“Susan, you’re second,” Dudley said, eyes already glued to the ass in front of him; Hannah.

That perfect, round ass. He’d eaten it before, more than once. He’d had her ride his face, had her thighs wrapped around his ears, smothering him in warm, creamy softness. And now? Now he got to have it all. 

He squeezed a thick pump of lube right onto the base of her plug, then smeared it generously around her entrance. The crystal glinted, slippery now, as his fingers circled it, teasingly twisting the base. 

“Ah...” Hannah let out a little gasp when he pulled it slowly, loosening the seal.

Then, gripping the jeweled stem, he started to pull.

Her hole resisted at first, clutching tightly, as if refusing to let go. But then, slowly, it stretched wider, surrendering to his steady pressure. Her puckered entrance widened, her hips shaking under his hand, until…

Pop.

The plug slid out with a slick, sticky sound. Dudley inhaled sharply.

“Mmmmmmh… Merlin!” Hannah moaned into the mattress, her voice muffled, trembling. Her whole body quivered in the aftermath.

Dudley held the plug in his hand and stared. It was thick, bigger than most, but still a size or two shy of what he was packing. His cock flexed. They had planned this, prepared themselves, for him. That fact alone sent a thrill down his girthy length.

He looked at her glistening hole. Still twitching. Still open. Shaped by the plug’s absence, but already twitching in anticipation of being filled again.

He looked up and saw the way her hair was scattered across the sheets. Saw the way her fingers clutched at the covers, knuckles white.

“Susan,” he called.

Susan was up instantly, curious and eager, crawling forward with a delighted grin.

He held the lube up and locked eyes with her. “Do the honors.”

“Hehe… With pleasure.”

She didn’t just pour the lube, she naughtily went to town. Her fingers wrapped around his cock first, coating it in slow, teasing strokes, squeezing the thick shaft as she slicked him up from base to crown. Then, she dipped her fingers between Hannah’s cheeks, spreading lube over her twitching hole, gently rubbing it in small circles, making Hannah gasp and squirm.

Susan then grabbed his shaft, lined the head to Hannah’s now-lubed back entrance, and held it in place with care. 

Dudley pushed. The tight ring of muscle resisted for a moment… then stretched open, painfully snug. His breath stuttered. Her body was gripping him, squeezing his tip like it was trying to hold him out and pull him in at the same time.

He swallowed a groan, his throat tight. Eyes fluttered closed.

It was un-fucking-real. Her ass was a vice, his cockhead compressed tight, swallowed inch by inch in scorching heat. When the crown popped past the rim, it felt like a tight, fevered fist clamping around him. His knees buckled. 

The rhythm he started with was slow, controlled, but the sensation was anything but real. He pulled back just enough to feel that squeeze again, then eased back in, hips rocking in a grind that made every vein on his shaft throb.

“Relax, Hannah… feel it,” he whispered, breathless. He rocked forward again, deeper this time, watching her back arch and her thighs tremble. Each stroke went farther in, until he was halfway buried, then further.

The stretch made Hannah gasp, sharp and helpless. Her body jolted, trying to adjust to the new kind of fullness. But once the pressure settled, it felt right, so right. Her fingers clawed into the sheets as her back arched further. 

Her mouth fell open in stunned ecstasy. It was hot, blazingly snug, a kind of invasion that had her pussy contracting in envy, lips twitching as if aching for attention. But this… this was maddeningly deeper, the pressure hitting somewhere dark and exquisite.

Dudley could feel her breaking open for him. Not in pain, but in surrender. The way her plump, pale hips started to move, slow at first, then greedy. The way her moans turned desperate. She was chasing the friction now, pushing back into him, grinding against his hips in little jolts.

“Mmmmm…” She sang.

Beside them, Susan was on her knees, body swaying with the rhythm of Dudley’s thrusts. She leaned in, head resting against his shoulder, one hand smoothing over Hannah’s quivering ass, massaging the soft flesh.

Dudley slid his free hand to Susan’s dripping pussy and pushed two fingers inside. She moaned immediately, her hips jerking, head tilting deeper into the nook of his neck as she rocked against his hand and kissed his skin.

“Ummhh…” Susan whimpered, clinging to him, her fingers digging into Hannah’s soft, jiggling rear as he kept fucking her best friend’s ass.

He started to move faster, harder. His hips slapped against Hannah’s asscheeks, the sound sharp and delicious. He watched the way her thick ass wobbled with every thrust, how her body took the impact and begged for more. His cock was buried to the hilt now, and it felt like heaven and hell; a hot, tight, brutal friction. He slapped her ass, just to watch the ripple bloom.

“Ooohhh…” The impact made Hanna moan louder, her face grinding into the sheets.

He fucked her harder. His cock drove in with obscene, wet-slick sounds, her asshole sucking around him with every plunge. The lube had warmed with their heat, and now every stroke was a mess of slick glide and deep, fleshy squeeze. 

Dudley’s fingers curled inside Susan’s cunt, fucking her in time with his thrusts into Hannah. Her pussy gushed, clenching desperately, her moans tangled with Hannah’s.

Hannah’s muffled cries were barely contained by the sheets she bit down on, her whole body shaking with the overwhelming pleasure pulsing through her. Her thighs trembled, hips twitching uncontrollably as Dudley drove into her tightest place again and again.

She had no idea it could feel like this, from there, of all places.

His cock stroked the nerves around her puckered ring in ways her body never knew, each thrust a wave of raw, shocking bliss that blurred the line between pain and pleasure. She couldn’t stop moaning. She didn’t want to stop. She was floating, melting, her world reduced to the heavy pressure in her ass and the liquid fire climbing her belly.

Her sphincter clenched even tighter around his cock as it sank deep again. And then it hit. Her pussy twitched wildly, a high, fluttering contraction that overtook her, and she came. Hard.

Her legs spasmed. Her body locked. A hot gush of wetness spilled from her cunt, coating Dudley’s slapping balls as her orgasm broke through her in a helpless, blinding release.

“Aaargh… fuck… I’m weak against… this…” Dudley groaned through gritted teeth.

Her ass was crushing him, milking him in a way no pussy ever had. He gripped her hips, lost in that maddening squeeze, and slammed forward one last time. Deep, as deep as her body could take him. A fuckhole with no end to stop him.

And then he came.

It was a heavy, volcanic burst. Thick, scorching ribbons of cum poured into her tight hole, flooding her body with heat. His groan vibrated through the room as his cock throbbed again and again, filling her to the brim. 

Globs of white spilled out around his base, leaking from her stretched hole the moment he pulled back. He watched it pour out of her. Sticky, obscene, gorgeously lewd in everything unholy.

Hannah collapsed forward, face buried in the sheets, breath coming in broken, shuddering gasps.

“My turn!” Susan chirped, still bright and eager. She was already moving toward the bed, but Dudley stopped her with a hand to her hip.

“No, on your back,” he said, and cheekily pecked her cheek. He guided her down gently, then slid a pillow beneath her hips, angling her perfectly. He wanted to use his height advantage on her.

As Susan lay back, her white stockings still hugging her thighs tightly, Dudley pushed her legs up and wide. Her heels wobbled above her with every small movement, drawing attention to her arched form. He pushed until her knees bent inward, squeezing into her busty breasts. The way he folded her, the position tilted her hips up and gave Dudley the perfect view of her soaked, twitching anal hole.

He tapped the red-jeweled plug in her ass once. Twice. Watching the handle wiggle. Watching Susan giggle and flinch with every playful thump.

“Ahh—Dudley,” she cooed, squirming. “That’s so… mmm… twitchy…”

She wasn’t shy. She never was. Her one hand grabbed the back of her thigh and held herself wide open, the other teasing her own nipple with little pinches. Her eyes were wide, shining with anticipation.

Dudley cleaned himself off with a tissue; ever the gentleman, even now. Then he slicked up his cock again, generous with the lube. He lined himself up, still flushed and throbbing, and gently pulled the plug free of Susan’s tight back hole.

It popped out with a soft slurp, leaving her hole twitching, freshly gaping.

Right away, he pressed his cockhead against her entrance and started to push forward.

She was tighter than Hannah. Considerably so. Her hips weren’t as wide, and her ass hugged every inch with maddening resistance.

“MMMMMM! Oh! Fuck! S-So big… ah!” she cried out, eyes rolling up, her thighs trembling as she tried to breathe through the pressure.

It was strange at first. That initial intrusion was a jolt, like her body didn’t know how to take it, every nerve in her puckered ring flaring as his cock stretched her open. The burn was real, but it didn’t last long. She focused on breathing, on the thrill of being spread wide, of being taken. Of having her anal virginity taken.

And then it started to shift. The pressure dulled, turned thick and warm. A deep ache that sent shivers up her spine. She relaxed her legs, pulling them closer to her breasts, granting Dudley deeper access.

His cock slid farther in, then paused, giving her time to adjust.

Susan gasped again, this time not from pain, but from a strange, electric tingle in her belly. It wasn't just pressure anymore, it was pleasure. Sharp, new, and utterly addictive.

A shaky breath escaped her lips as she whispered, “Don’t stop…”

She was shaking, her stockings trembling as her knees remained locked by her own grip, her body twisting, arching, desperate for more friction.

“A-Ahh—more!” she sobbed, voice ragged and wild. “Harder! F-Faster, Dudley!”

Her ass was snug and hot, swallowing him greedily, and she needed it, needed him, slamming her into the bed until her spine arched off the sheets in a frantic, writhing dance of wild abandon.

He gave it to her. Every filthy, brutal inch.

His hips snapped forward, each thrust faster, rougher, growling, his cock hammering into her twitching anal hole like it was made for him. And it felt that way, tight as sin, velvet heat wrapped around him like a grip, milking his cock with every stroke. Her walls squeezed him deep, clenching, convulsing, as if her body was trying to suck the juice out of him already.

“Ah! Ah! Ahhh! Merlin—-Yess!” Her moans echoed, sharp and broken as he fucked her harder into the bed. It was wild, primal, almost cruel in rhythm. But Susan was moaning for it, her body bucking beneath him, taking him to the hilt, begging him to destroy her.

And then she shattered.

“Yes! Fuck me… Ruin me!” Her legs jerked, heels flailing in the air as a scream ripped from her throat. Her back bowed off the mattress, every muscle locking up as pleasure exploded through her. Her pussy clenched around nothing, her ass clamped down even harder, spasming wildly around Dudley’s buried cock.

There was that squeeze, a squeeze that ripped the orgasm out of Dudley like a thunderclap at the same time.

He leaned down with a growl, pressing his weight on her, folding her like a doll, cock deep. He wrapped his lips around Susan’s nipple and suckled hard, even as his cock spasmed deep inside her ass. Balls drawn tight, hips locked in place, he came hard. Unleashing hot, molten ribbons of white lava into her trembling, stretched hole.

His teeth grazed Susan’s breast as he unloaded, the depth of it unreal. It felt endless, like his cock had pushed somewhere no one had ever reached. His mouth sloppily sucked her tight nipple while his cock pulsed one thick spurt after another, flooding her to the brim with creamy heat.

Susan whimpered, legs still in the air, her whole body twitching as he filled her completely.

Eventually, with panting breaths, he let her legs fall, slowly easing out of her stretched, slickened back entrance. A glistening, obscene mess spilled from her ass onto the sheets as he collapsed beside her, panting, dazed, eyes unfocused as he stared up at the ceiling.

Moments later, the two witches curled up against him.

Their soft, full breasts pressed against each side of his chest, two perfect bodies nestled in close. Their skin was warm, flushed, glowing with satisfaction. Lips kissed both his cheeks at once.

"Whose plan was it?" He asked between pants. 

"Hers." Susan declared.

Surprised, Dudley eyed the blonde. "Hannah? Really?"

"Well, she's got that fat ass, so it made sense. She just asked me if we could take it in the back. I bought the plugs, and the rest is history. Believe it or not, we trained for a week in our homes." Susan spilled the secrets. "Liked it?"

"Loved it!" He said, and kissed their foreheads. They really were irreplaceable in his life. "But let's take a bath before dozing."

"Understood, boss!" Susan chirped, kissing his lips once before getting up. 

Hannah was more romantic and kissed him deeply before sliding off the bed. 

Dudley got up last and walked behind them. But watching their asses juggle, his cock started to throb again. 

Gonna be a long night indeed. 

Just as expected, once they were done cleaning under the shower, Dudley started impaling their cunts. Made them climax in the shower once each, and then they moved to the warm bathtub. 

Finally, at three in the morning, they collapsed on the heart shaped bed, tired, spent, and fucking satisfied. 

Best Christmas ever indeed. For all three of them. 

####

While some felt it was their best Christmas ever, the same couldn't be said about one Narcissa Malfoy. Her life was far different, much better, and luxurious just a year ago. A gala was hosted at Malfoy Mansion. 

Now, Malfoy's name had vanished, spat on whenever mentioned. All the wealth was lost. Lucius was gone, and Narcissa… She worked as an office clerk, not even able to invite her son home for the holiday. 

The day after Christmas, she woke up on time, got dressed in the usual office uniform, a white shirt, a dark grey blazer, black stockings, and a dark grey pencil skirt. Minimum makeup, light lipstick, hair done neatly. 

She checked herself in the mirror with a sigh and apparated away into the special hall at D&D where Apparition was allowed. Still, she was avoided by other wizards around her. They often sneered at her. Understandable to her once she understood that they were Muggleborn and half-bloods mostly. The ones who despised the Death Eaters. 

"There you are." 

She had just put away her handbag when she heard Martha Rockwell rush up to her. The Chief Secretary was a sweet old lady, and she was glad to have her as her boss. "Good morning, Martha."

"Hurry up, the boss is here. Go, take a cup of coffee to him. It's his fourth coffee since morning." Martha ordered, handing a bunch of files as well. "He came very early. Not in a good mood."

Narcissa amusedly looked towards Dudley's office door. She'd never seen Dudley angry until now. Cold and collected, that was her impression of him. 

"Understood." She did as asked and made a cup of coffee as she was taught during training. Then, she walked over to the fancy wooden door, knocked on it, and walked inside. Instantly, she was blasted with Dudley's loud roars into the telephone. 

"...The fuck you mean you can't?! The IWC passed the damn act! Bulgarian Ministry can eat my ass, I don't care about them anymore."

She froze for a moment, never having seen him like that; his entire table was covered with wired telephones, each ringing at times, and two receivers were held by Dudley. However, as soon as she met his gaze, she received a warm smile. 

Is it all fake? 

Not the smile, she realized that the cursing and the anger were just for show. Moreover, the CFO, Edwin Hughes, was also seated there at the table, wheezing. 

"Give Rita Skeeter a call and have her whip up something juicy about Karkaroff. That fuck ruined their entire brand image, didn't he? Yes, do that—Don't you bring your baby face here before getting the Ministry in the bag!"

Bam!

When she saw Dudley put the phone down, she approached the table and set the coffee with a napkin, and put the files down. It wasn’t her duty to ask a question, so she just greeted normally. 

"Good morning, Mr. Dursley."

"Morning, Narcissa," Dudley replied, grabbing the cup. "Tell Martha to clear my schedule, won’t you? I’m heading out to pick up New Year gifts for the Headquarters folks."

"Understood." Narcissa turned around and left. And as usual, once again, she felt his heated gaze on her rear. The pencil skirt, while long, was too tight around her hips. 

Thud!

She closed the door behind her and vanished. 

####

"You know, that's what lands you in legal trouble." 

Dudley stopped looking at Narcissa's birthing hips when the door closed and eyed Edwin. “Best stay out of this, old chap. Her husband wasn’t just bad news, more like the magical world’s Himmler to Hitler. And she didn’t exactly shy away from it, either. Anyway, what brings you here? Bored of spreadsheets, were you?”

"Ah, that’s a never-ending tale, I’m afraid! But listen closely. I’ve got something you’ve been absolutely aching to hear. I ran a tidy little audit just recently, and brace yourself—I finally discovered what went on with the Delacours."

"Oh?" Dudley excitedly stared at his CFO. He'd promised Fleur a job at D&D and had been avoiding her because he didn't know why she was obsessed with him. "I'm all ears."

Edwin grinned and took out a folded paper from his pocket. "Got this from Penelope Clearwater from the bank. It's a Delacour family bank statement. They were amongst the earliest investors in D&D. Now here’s the twist: Mr Delacour was teetering on bankruptcy. All prior ventures had collapsed, and his broom company? Snuffed out, largely due to your aggressive push on Nimbus. Still, the bloke did something mad. He borrowed against everything, land, heirlooms, his wand, and dumped it into D&D right at the start. Utter madness, but bless him, it worked. He was a real investor and saw the fat returns coming.

"Those returns changed his life. From financial ruin, he rebounded into unimaginable wealth. Paid off everything, ditched the failing broom business, and plunged fully into D&D investments. You, my friend, rescued the Delacours from total ruin. Nobility to rags to riches again."

Dudley scratched his head. "That sounds too simple. Why didn't we find that out earlier?"

Edwin awkwardly looked down. “That… Well, I wasn’t entirely sure the Delacours were genuine investors, you know? Not quite in the league of Dumbledore and his esteemed circle. And frankly, I thought his contract was also… vulturous. But no matter! It’s all verified now. Quite above board!”

Nodding, Dudley reclined in his chair, thinking. 

So, I saved the Delacours from going broke. Wait, is that why Fleur even bothered to marry into the Weasley family? That would make sense… Fleur ain't one to lower her standards that easily. Not unless she had none left. 

He didn't feel guilty about emptying his balls in her during the fourth year anymore. She was a rather pleasing sight. 

"Hmm… A French beauty… I guess it's time D&D Holdings found itself a brand ambassador, Edwin."

"We can find top supermodels, though. Why—"

“Shh…” Dudley hushed the man with a smirk. “Just wait until you see her, mate. One look and your saggy balls will be jumping in joy like your first night—trust me."

"..."

Edwin was used to his way of talking by now. But a few years ago, he never expected to be treated like that at his job. But again, he was now worth billions, so it didn't matter. His relationship with Dudley was more friendship than work. 

"Anyway, I'm off to do some shopping." Dudley got up, took his wand from under his table for quick use, slid it back into his suit sleeves, and walked. "Don't slack on the job."

"Says the guy going shopping."

"For the company, Edwin. I have chosen to sacrifice myself for this noble task."

Soon, Dudley walked out of the office and went to Narcissa's cubicle. The woman was sitting there, slowly operating the computer. He had to agree, she looked absolutely breathtaking with that serious, focused face, her aristocratic fingers tapping on the keyboard. 

"Let's go, Narcissa. We've got employee gifts to buy." Dudley alerted her. 

"Mr. Dursley!" Narcissa jumped to her feet stiffly. "Ah, yes… Let's go."

It wasn't in her schedule. But again, her schedule was whatever her boss decided it was. She sheepishly followed behind the man who was moving like a golden retriever, waving at anyone who came his way, calling them by their names, and even joking with a few. 

She couldn't help but think that someone like Dudley was made for the pureblood faction. A man with so many different faces. Cold when needed, warm when it helped. 

####

Narcissa didn't know much about the Muggle world. So it was a new experience going into what Dudley called a shopping mall. There were shops all around, on multiple floors. She had to agree, the financial power of Muggles was greater than wizards. 

She received a lot of glances from men around. But she ignored them and followed her boss like a pretty little secretary. She followed Dudley into various shops, mostly related to tech. She wondered why Dudley was even doing that. With his wealth, he could make all those sellers come to him directly. 

But she didn't ask questions. 

"Ah! There it is!" 

She eyed the device Dudley had grabbed. It looked like a small, black slate with a green, shining screen. 

"This is called a mobile phone, Narcissa. You can talk over distance with this. Even if I'm on the other side of the world, we can talk." Dudley explained, and she listened. "Anyway, this feels like a nice gift. Most employees don't have one. Mate, pack five hundred and sixty-eight boxes of this."

"..."

The salesman’s face fell. Of course, he didn't recognize Dudley since his face was magically altered to appear different to Muggles. Or else, the entire mall would have turned into a mess. 

"Send it to D&D Holdings. Here, charge it to this card." Dudley made his intent clear that it was no joke. 

"W-We don't have that many, Sir. But don't worry, I'll make a few calls."

Dudley shrugged and waited, checking out other gadgets of the era. His hands were behind many of them, but he wasn't interested in any. Knowing the future tech, the old stuff didn't excite him much. 

Meanwhile, Narcissa was silent, looking like a porcelain doll, mature and flavorful. 

Soon, the guy returned and confirmed that he could deliver. Dudley just paid for it and made the order. It didn't matter to him, the salesman knew better not to fuck around with D&D Holdings. And even if he did, it was pennies. 

"Right then, let’s head to the lifestyle bit. Oh, hang on, I never got you anything for Christmas, did I? Let’s sort that out."

Narcissa frowned. That came out of nowhere. But before she could say anything, Dudley was already on the move. She followed behind him at a rushed pace. She didn't have money, sure, but that didn't mean she'd accept mere clothes in charity. It hurt her pride more than…

She shut her mouth when she looked at the price of the first dress Dudley selected. The entire shop looked different from the rest of the building. More luxurious, more beautiful, and barely populated. Warm lights on the ceiling gave soothing ideas, and the light background music cheered the mood. 

What is he doing? 

She watched Dudley grab dresses randomly, hold them in front of her, nod at some, and shake his head at others. One, two, so many, of so many different types. By the end, the saleswoman there had both her hands full with clothes Dudley threw at her. 

Clap!

"Great! Bring these inside the changing room." 

Narcissa followed Dudley to a corner of the large shop where a cabin was set with mirrors on three walls, covered by a dark brown, thick curtain. She watched the saleswoman hang the clothes inside. 

"Go on, Narcissa. Try them out. See if you like any, don't forget to show me. Consider this my job joining bonus and New Year's gift." Dudley told her. 

Narcissa confusedly moved without even thinking, so lost in the suddenness of it all. However, once she walked into the cabin and pulled the curtain, she exhaled a deep breath. She looked at herself in the mirror, her face so stiff, her brows creased. 

She finally gulped and realized what she was supposed to do. Change into those clothes and… show them to Dudley. Humiliating, absolutely shameful in her books. But when she saw the price tags on them, tens of thousands of Muggle currency, she knew this was no ordinary shop. This was where women of high society bought clothing. The woman that she used to be. 

But she wasn't tempted by that lure. She wasn't tempted by the luxurious items anymore. But she wondered if she could say no. Was this a part of her job? Would Dudley expel her from the job for refusing? 

She was worried and decided to just do it. She drank in her humiliation, pushed out a simple, political smile, and changed into the first set of clothing. A white office shirt and formal long pants. The quality of the cloth was superior. 

Woosh!

She removed the curtain and looked at Dudley. 

"Woah!"

She wasn't expecting that reaction. He seemed genuinely impressed, and she was rather proud of it too. She had kept her body maintained; she was tall and beautiful. 

"Look like an executive! Compliments your face and hair. Turn around, will you?"

Naricssa clenched her teeth, but did as asked and turned around. She was thankful that the saleswoman wasn't there at least. And once again, she felt his gaze on her rear. The pants, too, were tight around the hips. 

Clap!

"Beautiful! Try the next one then."

Narcissa walked back into the cabin, pulled the curtain, and changed into yet another office dress; this time it was a long, half-sleeve shirtwaist dress. She put it on, walked out, received his praise, turned around when he asked, and walked back in to change. 

One by one, she tried on dresses, revealed herself to him, and started to turn around before he'd even ask. She got used to it, but then she noticed a pattern: the dresses were becoming more and more revealing. From office clothes, it turned into party gowns. They were modest at first, then started to have lace on the chest, but were still modest. Then came the slit dress that revealed one leg.

And finally, when she grabbed the last dress, she gulped and doubted herself. It was a black, off-the-shoulder dress, and it went as far as the middle of her thighs. Her heart throbbed in her chest, and her hands shivered. She ended up wearing the dress and looked at herself in the mirror. While her black stockings were solace below, her pale, clean, light glistening shoulders were bare, her entire neck, and the rise of her swells were visible. 

She gulped hard, frozen in that state, staring at herself. 

W-Why is he doing this? W-What does he want with this? 

Yet, she inhaled a deep, proud breath and moved the curtain to step out. Right away, she received a reaction. Dudley placed a hand on his mouth, his eyes wide, and she noticed the… faint erection he had.

In me? I'm twice his age? How can he find me attra—No. 

"Gorgeous!" Dudley praised loudly. "I know this must be uncomfortable, Narcissa. But you look stunning. Can you turn?"

There’s that gaze again. 

She squeezed her legs together, feeling so naked there. Yet, helplessly warm. He showered compliments that bordered on sexual, yet always came out elegant. He complimented her skin, her body, her shape, and her hair. Why, she didn't know. 

"Oh! I got one more dress for you to try. Go on, I'll hand it to you." 

She watched Dudley walk away. Feeling awkward, she returned to the cabin, pulled the curtains, and waited. Moments later, Dudley's masculine hand stretched inside, holding a glittering golden dress that was so… less. 

What is this?! 

She was shocked by how little there was of it. She didn't know what it was called, and by the amount of skin it'd show, she wondered if it was a joke. "T-This is…"

"Oh, don't worry. It's a common party dress for nightclubs." Dudley's response came from the other side. "It's called a Sequin Mini Dress."

Narcissa went silent and lifted it in front of herself. It was so small, it barely reached her thighs, and had a slit on both sides that went all the way till the waist, ensuring her hips would flaunt in it. It had a deep neckline, scandalously backless, and hung just with thin straps on the shoulders. It wasn't even worth calling an underwear in her eyes.

Is he… flirting with me? Narcissa asked herself in confusion. 

Feeling her lips going dry, she felt she had to make a decision quickly. Her boundaries had already been pushed past comfort, after all. 

Just one more… Perhaps I can find out about his intentions. 

Letting go of all her modesty, she did it. She wore that skimpy dress that not even Knockturn Alley whores would entertain. She felt naked despite her chest being covered. She didn't remove her stocking pantyhose, but felt nude still as her bottom was visible through the side splits. 

"Have you changed, Narcissa?"

"I have."

"Great, I'll come in and see."

"W—"

Before she could reply, the curtain moved, and Dudley stepped into that small cabin. There was barely any space for one person, now there were two, and he was a big man. She felt like covering her chest, but that was more embarrassing. And wanting to know his intentions, she looked up at his face like an innocent damsel, listening to his breath. 

"God!" Dudley exclaimed, inhaling deeply. "Y… You…"

Narcissa felt his eyes lick her skin. Her nude arms, shoulders, and the deep neckline that revealed the cleavage. Then, without him asking, she turned around while staring into that mirror to see his reaction. 

Backless, her entire pale, spotless, unblemished back with a few tiny moles earned her the reaction she was looking for. She saw it, him liking his lips, his fingers twitching. Then she noticed his eyes go low to her hips, where the rear of the short dress was raised high. 

"Oh, let me fix this part."

She stiffened when she felt his one hand shamelessly land on her waist, and the other pinch the hem of the dress from behind and pull it down to remove creases. In doing so, his fingers brushed against her pantyhose-clad hips. 

He wants me? He does? 

Narcissa was reaching certainty now. That intense hill in his pants told her the entire story. She no longer asked why, but rather, should she? 

I… He… It's wrong… Lucius… 

She watched him continuously ogle her naked back, his hand that had rested on her waist didn't move away. She felt possessiveness in his eyes, a desire, heat, and need. 

If I can… use this opportunity. No… I'm not like those women. I won't sell my body to… But he genuinely desires me, doesn't he? 

She told herself that if she did something, it wouldn't be transactional. Though deep in her heart, she knew it was going to be. She needed money, she needed support, she needed someone she could rely on with Lucius gone. And she found it hard to deny that there was nobody more capable than this young man. 

What if Draco finds out… Lucius, what should I do? 

"Great, let's buy them all!" Dudley stepped back, smiling, fixing his pants. "You look gorgeous in all of them, and I can't decide."

So overwhelmed, Narcissa just nodded and watched him leave, but not before taking one last glance at her body. A glance that she was sure imagined her entirely bare. 

He truly desires… me. 

####

Hah, live in that delusion. 

Dudley stood arms crossed outside the changing room. He loved that showcase, and seriously was bricked up in his pants. Narcissa was like a ripe fruit that didn't know how to wither. But he wasn't dumb. 

Let your greed take over, Narcissa. Live in the delusion that you have sway over me. Then, you'll crawl on all fours to me, and spread those legs willingly as many times as I want. 

His plan was simple. Instead of impressing her, wooing her, he was going to let her imagine that he was interested in her. That she could move him with her beauty. That she could impress him, slowly make him fall in love with her. 

After all, he had no plans to force her. He wanted her to be his willingly. Only then would she moan his name in front of that mirror. Only then would Lucius hear his prized wife enjoy pleasure from another man. 

Soon… I'll have you hopelessly riding me, Narcissa. And you're going to love every moment of it, as will I. 

"Hah…" he chuckled at the thought of Draco. 

Shhh~

Narcissa finally came out in her previous office attire. Dudley called over the saleswoman and made her pack it all. He paid the bill, and they were soon back in the company car with dozens of bags of clothing. 

As expected, Dudley found Narcissa seated slightly closer to him on that ride. She was constantly stealing glances and occasionally glancing at his lap. 

And now the seed will slowly grow. 

He already knew what was going to happen in the coming days. She'd bend over in front of him to pick up files. She'd lean on his table when giving him coffee. 

"You'll be my permanent secretary from now on. You'll join me in business meetings wherever I go." Dudley told her, dangling another candy. A hint, a false promise that her little showcase at the shop made her earn a promotion. It would make her question her own motives more. 

Hah, a sugar baby older than me? That's interesting. 

But really, he was loving the games. 

Soon enough, the car stopped in front of the office building. But he didn't get off. 

"Right then, Narcissa—I'll see you tomorrow. We'll be heading over to the Burrow to have a word with the Weasley twins about some business."

“Understood, Mr. Dursley.” Narcissa got out, looking nervous and confused. She waved back at him.

Fuck, my balls hurt. 

As the car moved again, Dudley relaxed in the seat and fixed his pants. He was taken to the private terminal at the airport. Then, he got onto his private jet. Once the plane was flying over the Atlantic, reaching America's borders, the pilot lowered the plane so that it could be safely depressurised. Then, the door was opened. 

"See you later, boys." Dudley waved at the pilots and jumped out, riding his broom, still dressed in his formal office clothes. 

Mid-flight, he took out a watch from his pocket and said the codeword for the Portkey. 

WOOSH!

Leaving no chance of being followed, he vanished from the spot. Over the international waters, where even MACUSA had no say. 

####

Brazil, Amazon Rainforest. 

The secret facility was deep underground, one of the ten global bases of Vanguard Group. That day, Dudley had a special purpose for being there as a guest had arrived. 

Going through an elevator, he arrived at the deep underground base, hundreds of meters down. Brightly lit hallways, large rooms, and labs dotted it all. But he was taken to a small room, all the walls were painted white, with a Muggle operation table in the middle. 

On the table was a Half-Blood wizard, a prince, if that sixth-year potions book was to be believed. 

"Professor Snape."

"Mr. Dursley."

Dudley smiled and greeted the mad doctor and his assistant as well. Then, two pigs were brought in. 

"I hope you keep your end of the bargain, Professor." 

Snape sneered while lying on the table, shirtless. "I have nothing to gain by resisting you, Dursley."

"I know, but people change often, for the worse. But don't worry, I'll keep your Dark Mark safe for you, and alive." Dudley threateningly replied. "Let's proceed, Doctor."

Snape was going to spy. But this time, without the Dark Mark. Voldemort would think the Dark Mark was still there as long as the pig lived. 

That also meant that Dudley could kill the pig at any time and reveal to Voldemort that Snape was a traitor.

Now, the tough part. Can we even grow a new fucking arm? Shit, if it works, I'll make billions. 

Yes, Snape was also a guinea pig. 

No, Snape didn't know that.