Lily licked her lips, eyeing him standing nude there, his head hunched a little as the ceiling was very low.
"Lie down." She pulled him.
Dudley obeyed, lowering himself to the narrow bed. His back hit the mattress with a dull creak, and his cock bobbed proudly against his stomach, thick, flushed, and ready. The space was so tight his legs nearly touched the walls, but fuck, it didn't matter.
Lily knelt beside him, eyes drinking in every inch of his form. Her fingers went to the buttons of her white shirt, popping them open one by one as she stared around at the tiny, claustrophobic space.
"This… cupboard…" she muttered distractedly.
Dudley's eyes were locked on her chest, on the lacy white bra barely containing the heavy swell of her tits.
"Where Harry lived," he said quietly, finishing the thought for her.
Her shirt slipped off her shoulders. Then, with a simple flick of her fingers, the bra joined it. Her breasts tumbled free, round and ripe, the cherry-pink tips already stiff with arousal.
He reached up instinctively and cupped them, groaning. They filled his hands perfectly. So soft, warm, the weight of them luxurious against his skin.
Still staring around the cupboard, Lily sat back, legs straight out in front of her. She reached under her skirt and slid her lacy white panties down those creamy thighs. She didn't take off the skirt. Or the Gryffindor tie. She left those on, on purpose. That tie dangled between her breasts like a dirty little banner.
"Thank you, Dudley," she whispered. "For helping him out of this."
His heart thumped, just once. Then it all blurred into pure lust.
Lily straddled over him, knees snug beside his hips. Her eyes locked onto his, and then, slowly, achingly, she started to sink down. Her wet, hot cunt parted, wrapping around his girth, swallowing him inch by inch.
Dudley gasped, head tilting back, hands flying to her thighs as the sensation wrecked him. She was so slick, so wet, so ready. And still so tight it felt like her body was trying to squeeze him out even as it pulled him deeper. Her inner walls clenched around him, trembling, pulsing like a heartbeat around his cock as she lowered herself all the way down until their hips met.
Lilly felt fully stuffed, stretched wide. His cock kissed her cervix, and she shuddered, moaning long and low. "Ooohhhh~"
Dudley's fingers slid up to her breasts again, clutching them tight, thumbs brushing the nipples until Lily hissed. His toes curled, thighs trembling beneath her. The heat, the pressure. Fuck, she felt like heaven soaked in sin.
Lily moved, no hesitation, no warning. One thrust, then another. Then faster, harder.
She rode him with slow, grinding thrusts that deepened with every bounce. Her thighs slapped against his waist, and her tie danced wildly between her tits. The bed creaked beneath them, but she didn't care. Her eyes flicked to the shelves, to the slanted ceiling, to the little relics of Harry's stolen childhood, and each time she looked, she rode him harder. Like every thrust was her saying; Thank you.
Dudley groaned and clutched her hips, pulling her down onto him, grinding her clit against his pelvis. Her breasts fell onto his chest, hot and heavy, smearing sweat between them. His cock was already twitching with pressure, but he wouldn't come yet. Not until she did. Not until her walls milked him and she moaned his name like it was holy.
He kissed her lips. Soft at first, then ravenous. He liked kissing her. It just felt… natural.
"I did it… because it was right." He told her. "Never thank me for that again."
"Oh, Dudley..."
She dropped herself down against him, arms wrapping around his head, her face burying into the crook of his neck as she rode him like mad. Her wide hips slapped into him, fast, aggressive, her cunt clenching hard around his cock as she moaned right into his ear, hot breath turning him inside out. Her thighs trembled around his waist as her rhythm broke. Sharp, grinding thrusts, desperate to chase that high.
And then her control broke, thoroughly.
She trembled against him, her entire body convulsing as her pussy clamped down on his cock like a feverish grip. Her moans muffled into his skin, her nails raked into his shoulders, and her juices flooded him, soaking his cock with the raw, unfiltered pleasure she couldn't hold back.
"Unghh…" She moaned nonstop, though she struggled to hold back the volume.
She held on to him, still twitching, still fluttering around him, and it took everything in him not to lose it right then and there.
"Let me… get behind you," Dudley growled.
Lily lifted herself with a dazed, fucked-out smile, her legs trembling as she crawled off of him and turned over. She got on all fours with a lustful slowness that almost killed him, like she knew what she looked like. Her head dipped down low, face pressed into the old mattress, the faded scent of Harry's childhood dust and memory filling her nose.
And her body?
Fuck.
Her hair spilled around her like a fiery halo, wild and untamed. Her back arched so beautifully it looked otherworldly, that perfect curve drawing his eyes downward to her hips. Wide, womanly, and proud. Her knees spread apart just enough to bare everything. Her pussy, still glistening from her orgasm… and just above it, that tight little pucker, pale and tempting, twitching ever so slightly in time with her breath.
Dudley's cock twitched.
He lowered himself behind her, crawling like a beast in heat. There was no space to stand, no room for finesse, but who the fuck needed finesse? She was spread open like a feast, and he was starving.
He threw her skirt up over her ass, watching it bunch around her lower back like a sinful crown. Then he paused. Just for a second, just to look.
She wasn't slender. She wasn't some dainty little flower. She was lush, soft, her body dripping with curves. Her hips were wide enough to crush him, her thighs thick enough to swallow him whole, her ass a perfect, bouncing pillow of flesh that begged to be grabbed, kissed, used.
She was fucking perfect.
"Goddamn, Lily…" he muttered, and then pressed the fat head of his cock to her soaked slit.
He slid in with one deep, filthy push.
Plap!
She moaned into the mattress, arching harder, back curling into a perfect bow.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The tiny bed beneath them groaned with every vicious thrust, metal creaking, frame shifting against the floor as if the whole thing might collapse. Dudley leaned forward, weight pressing down on Lily's arched spine, forcing her deeper into that filthy mattress.
Her hips tilted up in response, perfectly angled. Her round ass bouncing back to meet every brutal stroke.
Slosh! Slosh! Slosh!
Her pussy was a dripping mess. Slick and soaked, stretched around him, her juices leaking freely with every plunge. It was unholy, it was perfect. The way she took him… like she needed it.
"Lily…" he gasped, the name falling from his lips like a curse and a prayer all in one.
"In me!" she cried, muffled by the mattress, cheek pressed into it, hair wild and sweat-drenched.
But Dudley wasn't asking. He just wanted to say her name. To feel it in his mouth while he was buried in her cunt. He didn't care anymore what secrets she might have, what moves she was playing in the shadows. She was already under him. Already wrapped around him. And soon, she'd be his in more ways than one.
Plap!
Plap!
He slid a thumb down, between her asscheeks, and circled her tight little pucker. Wetting it, teasing it, threatening something dirtier still. Not tonight. But soon.
"Mmmmmmm!" Lily let out a ragged, feral moan. Her body tightened like a bowstring as her thighs trembled.
Then she came again. Her cunt clenched around him, spasming hard. Her back arched and her mouth opened in a silent scream, her entire body locking down like it was trying to suck the cum straight out of him. Her nectar gushed down his shaft, soaking his balls, drenching the bed beneath them.
Gah!
Dudley couldn't take it anymore. He thrust deep, deeper, slamming into the back of her pussy with a guttural groan, and burst inside her.
Thick ropes of bodily ointment pumped out of him, spurting straight into her puffy, pink cunt, flooding her in hot, heavy waves. His cock stayed inside her, buried to the hilt, grinding deep as he emptied every last drop.
Her walls fluttered around him, coaxing it all out, letting it pool inside her womb. She was still twitching, still pulsing around him. Her hips swayed slightly as she breathed through it, body quaking from the orgasm.
His cum started to leak out around his cock, mixing with her honey, dripping onto the mattress below, onto the old bed where her son had once slept. It was filthy what they were doing. In a place that held so many memories.
"Mmmmh…" Lily whimpered, long and sweet, as she finally slumped forward, legs straightening out behind her. Her body softened, melted, gone boneless in the aftermath.
Dudley pulled out slowly, his cock still twitching, smeared with their combined mess. He collapsed beside her, the bed barely wide enough for both of them, shoulder pressed to hers, breathing hard.
The smell of sweat and sex was thick in the tiny space.
But then Lily moved. She slid onto him, lying on his side, her head nestling into the curve of his bicep, her leg tossed across his stomach like she was claiming him. She kissed him, slow, wet kisses; on his jaw, his cheek, his lips. Her fingers roamed his chest like she couldn't get enough. She looked smitten.
Dudley slowly regained his breath, his arm under her head caressing her naked back the entire time. He was planning on going a few more rounds with her, but not now. Maybe in his room upstairs.
"Lily."
"Hmm?" She tilted her face up.
Dudley looked at her gorgeous, freshly fucked look and got hard already. "I need you to do something in five days."
"Sure. What is it?"
"The Dark Lord will send Death Eaters to attack me—to abduct me."
"What?!" She sat up instantly, worry filled in her voice. "What do you mean?"
He also sat up and held her hand, his other hand caressing her face. "It's all under calculated risk, Lily."
"But—"
"I want you to let that attack happen."
She frowned, her own heart confused, scared about whether it was love or what. "Then what am I to do? I can't just stand there and watch them hurt you."
"That's the reason you'll be informing Dumbledore of the attack—exactly fifteen minutes before it happens."
She tried to say something, but Dudley kissed her lips. Gently, he made it warm, deep, and addictive. When he stopped, she had calmed down.
"Trust me, Lily. I know what I'm doing."
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