Dudley followed her, reminding himself to not be horny. But it was hard not to when she swayed those fantastic wide hips in that silky gown. He couldn't believe he found her so insanely hot for no reason. Well, she was actually hot but still.
"Come on in." She opened the door and let him enter first. Then, she locked the door behind her, even waving her wand she hid in the sleeves of her nightgown. "Harry is still at the Burrow."
As expected.
Not at all surprised, he walked right into the dining area and noticed that the entire house was dimly lit. The windows had their curtains pulled. Only the couch in the living area had a side lamp turned on.
"Let me light up the candles." Lily walked right past him, into the kitchen. "I've already eaten, so I'll just sip some wine. Would you like some?"
"Sure—"
His breath hitched, catching in his throat. His lips went suddenly dry, and his eyes were glued to Lily, unable to look away. He hadn't noticed when she'd slipped out of her silky night robe, but now she moved with quiet grace in a tight half-sleeved nightshirt, the fabric stretched taut over her full, heavy breasts, revealing every curve with exquisite clarity. Below, the matching silk shorts clung like a second skin—barely-there, riding high on her hips, teasing the curve of her thighs with every subtle movement. The sight was utterly intoxicating, a private, whispered promise woven in silk and shadow.
She was tall for a woman, though still, her head only reached his chin. Seeing her in such tight clothing, for the second time he saw her juicy, full legs, so beautiful, like polished ivory.
Candle-light? She's really setting up the mood.
Admiring the view as she worked in the kitchen, swaying those beautiful, round hips, perfect in shape and size, wide enough for a woman of her age, not obscenely so like Ron's mum. He couldn't understand how she remained in such a beautiful shape despite being bedridden for more than a decade. Lily was like wine aged well, even what one may consider imperfections looked beautiful on her. Her hips spilled out from the lower edges of her extremely short shorts—beautiful.
The intent was clear, right there, hot and inviting.
Let's eat dinner first.
Soon, Lily brought over nothing short of a mini feast. Standing right beside his chair, she let her side hips brush against his side while she set up his plate. Pasta, steak, and some pudding for dessert.
"You made all this?" he asked in disbelief.
Lily chuckled, her mature, throaty laughter woke up something primal in Dudley.
"Just because I'm a witch doesn't mean I've hexed away my muggle roots. I've always fancied a bit of cooking—still do, really. Though, fair warning… I might've gone a tad heavy on the sugar in the pudding. Must've had someone sweet on my mind."
Under the faint candlelight, everything looked beautiful, including the curvacious woman in his company. He watched as she walked to the other side of the table to sit, grabbed a napkin, put it under her wine glass, and poured herself a big drink. She also poured one for him and pushed it over.
Love potion?
Knowing that Lily was a master Potioneer, he didn't feel like sipping the wine. Even eating that food was already risky.
Right away, Dudley began chowing down the food. He was actually hungry since he hadn't eaten anything after leaving Hermione's home that morning. Touring Plymouth and all the other meetings drained him dry. He wanted to eat some comfort food made by Petunia, but this wasn't bad at all. While feasting, he could also feast on the view.
"I visited the bank in Diagon Alley. Quite the accomplishment, really—congratulations, Dudley." Lily broke the silence, holding the wine glass in one hand, the other arm folded parallel to the table's edge, on which rested her plump breasts, so shapely in that tight nightshirt.
He nodded, reading her subtle hints. Her breathy words came out like purrs. Her eyes never left him, even when she drank her eyes were on him. He didn't shy away either, staring directly at her oval face, her green eyes were shining, and her cheeks looked somewhat blushing.
"Can't say it was easy—had a few bumps along the way. But you know, it's all coming together now, so I can't complain. What about yourself? Been keeping busy? Surprised you sent him over to the Burrow, considering all that's happened."
"I didn't want to let him go, but stopping Harry was never really an option, was it? He's had a rather happy life, all things considered, since you stepped in. Still, I want him to have every bit of joy—every memory he can gather. And with Molly and Arthur, I think he'll be well looked after. The Weasleys are nothing if not prepared; they've a dozen clever ways out of that house if anything goes wrong," Lily replied and downed the entire glass.
Her eyes narrowed a little and she proceeded to pour another, but only half this time. "I know… You don't think much about it but I'm…"
"Come off it, Lily—you've thanked me half to death. I like Harry, you know that. He's practically a brother. You did exactly what I asked, and look—he's safe. No meddling needed from me. Truth is, I've got a lot on my plate these days. I employ thousands; can't be throwing myself into danger willy-nilly. I'll help, of course, I will—but it's got to be on my terms. You'll have to trust me—just a little blind faith, alright?"
"I do—I trust you with everything now, Dudley," Lily said, her breath catching slightly. "You… you've done more than I ever dared dream. Using muggles and wizards side by side for manufacturing—brilliant. Joining the banks on the two sides. Merlin, who even thinks of that? I'm impressed—and well… quite taken, honestly."
"Oh!"
Lily exclaimed as the napkin she was wiping her lips with fell from her grip. She quickly rose to grab it from the floor.
Dudley, feeling awkward by her sudden confession, finished eating the dessert.
She… it felt real. She's either top class in lying or… she's really…
"Hm?" Just then, he felt something press against his thighs. "Lily?!"
He leaned back and looked down under the wooden table. Lily sat there, kneeling, her hands caressing his lap, her fingers sliding over his loins, her eyes focused on his rising hill.
"I don't do lies, not ever. I said it, I meant it—every single word. I really want to give this a proper go… I do, honestly. No one else crosses my mind like you do; I can't explain it, but it's true. So… just… let me, please?" Her words slurred, certainly not that drunk from just some wine.
Taken aback, Dudley said nothing and just watched the gorgeous woman twice his age fumble with his belt and buttons. It was too dark underneath the table, but he could still see some colorful shadows. Her green eyes were still bright, and her red lips pouty.
Lily undid his pants, slid her hand past the waistband, and tugged them down in one fluid motion. Fabric brushed against his thighs, then dropped to his ankles with a quiet rustle. And then, her hand wrapped around him.
He was already hard. Thick and twitching like steel wrapped in velvet, his cock stood upright, veiny and hot in her grip. The moment she touched him, it throbbed like it recognized her fingers, like it had waited a long while for the caress of her palm.
Dudley was stunned. There was something wild behind her graceful movements. Each motion was drenched in fiery worship as if she was touching something divine. Like he was a god, and now she was offering her lips as the first sacrifice.
She held his cock upright, guiding it in front of her face, breath hot against the pulsing flesh. Then she leaned in, and her tongue dragged from the base of his shaft all the way up to the leaking, swollen tip in a slow, wet stroke.
She moaned softly against him as if the taste alone was enough to fog her thoughts.
"Mmm… Merlin." She breathed, lips brushing his length. "Big. Just as I thought… maybe even bigger…"
She lapped at his swollen flesh again, her tongue flicking beneath the crown before wrapping around it in a sultry swirl. One hand stroked his shaft in slow, twisting motions, her thumb teasing the sensitive underside of the tip. Then her mouth dipped lower, far lower.
Lily kissed along the base of his shaft, down to his balls. She cradled them, then pulled one into her warm mouth with a needy hum. Her lips suckled gently, slathering his sac with spit as if she were tasting something sacred. Her breathing was erratic, her moans buzzing against his skin.
"Sweet," she murmured between wet kisses. "You taste so sweet down here."
She popped his other ball into her mouth, her tongue swirling in lazy circles while her hand kept stroking his cock, slow and tight. Her glossy lips glistened with drool, her chin wet, every movement driven by pure adoration and filthy lust.
Then she slowly lifted her head, dragging her tongue along his shaft again, this time letting her lips hover above the base before she tilted her head sideways and wrapped her lips around the middle of his cock like she was biting into the middle of the juiciest hotdog she'd ever tasted.
Her teeth grazed his skin. A hint of danger. Just a tease.
Dudley jolted, his whole body tensing.
"F-Fuck!" he hissed.
She giggled, warm and knowing, licking her lips like a deviant witch casting temptation with every breath.
FUCK! She's insanely… hot!
Dudley, feeling that threatening bite, almost jumped from the chair. It shockingly aroused him. Lily was crazy for him and he was all for it.
Without warning, she sucked the swollen mushroom head into her mouth and sealed her lips around it tight, too tight. Her cheeks hollowed, forming a vacuum, and she slurped with a messy, obscene wetness.
POP!
She pulled off with a loud, deliberate sound, leaving a thick trail of saliva dangling from her mouth to his glistening tip.
Then she went wild with an obscene plunge, mouth open.
Her head bobbed. Her throat opened. Again. And again.
She devoured his cock like she'd been starving. His shaft disappeared between her lips, buried halfway down her throat, then all the way. She took him deep into her warm throat with frenzied skill, her throat muscles flexing around his girth while her hand pumped what wouldn't fit. Her free hand never stopped massaging his soaked balls, squeezing and stroking, rolling them in her palm like precious gems.
"Ghk…Ghk.. Ghk…"
Dudley was gone. On cloud nine. Lost in that glorious throat. His knees buckled, his hands gripping the edge like he was clinging to sanity. Her mouth felt like a hot bath, like being swallowed by molten silk, tight, wet, alive. Every time she sank down, his vision blurred; every suck sent sparks shooting up his spine. His cock pulsed helplessly, like it was no longer his, like it belonged to her now. Claimed by her sinful mouth.
"Umhhh—Ugh… Ghk, ghk…" Lily moaned, loud and vulgar, eyes fluttering closed, her lips suckling tight with every wet thrust of her head. The lewd slaps of her face against his lap echoed off the walls, punctuated by slick gulps and slurping gasps.
"Ugh… L-Lily… N-No… Fuck!"
It was too much.
He grabbed her head, fingers tangled in her thick red braid, and yanked her away hard enough to make her gasp, but she wouldn't let go.
With a grunt, he kicked the chair back with his foot, rolling it away—yet Lily crawled forward, her mouth still wrapped around his cock, never breaking eye contact.
Her emerald eyes gleamed with mischief and madness. That look of unfiltered hunger. She needed him.
"God! You're… so hot!" Dudley roared, finally tearing himself from her soul-sucking lips, braid clenched tight in his fist as he pulled her upright. "Couch… now!"
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