Yet she did, and called for his name. He didn't look at her at first, but when her heels made so much noise, she watched him turn his head and… freeze. She felt her face burn from his reaction, his eyes wide, his mouth agape, and a noticeable gulp. He didn't even blink and just kept staring. She knew there was a lot to stare at.
It was the same dress he had bought for her that time, its name she later found out was 'sequin mini-dress.' It was golden in color, glittering like stars, and very… very short. She could feel the warm, soothing air touch every inch of her skin, and it drew goosebumps.
The neckline plunged recklessly low, the fabric straining as if eager to spill her ripe swells, leaving her cleavage in brazen display. It was so small, it left her arms and entire back nude. Below, the skirt wasn't a skirt at all but twin curtains that met only in suggestion.
On one side was a slit, riding scandalously high on her waist, unveiling the full length of one pale, sculpted leg. Each step made it sway, teasing flashes of thigh and the soft line of her hip. And beneath, dainty white heels crowned the vision, delicate contrasts to the decadent maturity of her body.
Ugh… Say something… this is humiliating. Narcissa felt like running away and hiding herself. The embarrassment was like nothing she'd felt in her life. She felt so naked, and his heated gaze only made her more nervous.
"I… didn't know I missed seeing you in this dress, Narcissa."
Narcissa gulped, almost took a step back when he stood up and walked closer. She forced her eyes to look into his, full of desire, lust; it was contagious. "I…"
But then he extended one hand, and instinctively, she gave him her hand. Like a gentle lover, he placed a soft kiss on the back of her hand and pulled her towards the table.
"You look gorgeous in this, Narcissa."
She looked away to hide the embarrassment. And to hide her legs, she took a seat urgently. Sadly, she quickly realized how little the dress covered. If he were to look underneath the table, he'd see everything.
Thankfully, he was only interested in looking into her eyes.
"You just made my night." He said with the biggest smile she'd seen yet. "And that deserves something special."
She watched him call the staff.
In mere moments, a light dinner was placed before them with the most expensive wine she had ever dared to sip. It was so delicious that she quickly drank two glasses and poured a third. Or perhaps it was to gather some courage in that moment of embarrassment.
What's wrong with you, Narcissa? You're not in Hogwarts. You're an adult wom…
Just as she tried to pep-talk herself, Dudley picked some pasta with his spoon and extended that spoon to her lips. Without realizing, she ate it, and then cursed herself for being too easy.
"Is it just me, or does it taste even better than before? Must be because of the stunning view."
She openly blushed at his compliment and tried to eat some. The wine was still the main focus, wanting to drink it until she couldn't remember anything. Sadly, it wasn't working as she hoped it would. Instead of giving her courage, it loosened her lips.
"You wanted this, didn't you? No point denying..."
What? He's the most powerful man in the world! What am I saying?!
She expected anger, and instead received a warm smile.
"I'll be straight with you, Narcissa. From the very first day in the office, I wanted you. You're stunning, absolutely dazzling, drop-dead gorgeous, and I'd have to be daft not to want you."
"..."
She could swear she had never made such a dumb face in her entire life. And there, she made it for a whole minute, silent, shocked by his admission of lustful desires. Sure, they had kissed before, sure, he had fondled her breasts, but this was… so intimate.
"Why? I'm old, a mother, a widow, and—"
"So what? You really believe that changes how stunning you are? Not a chance. None of that puts me off. I know what I want, and I won't pretend otherwise."
She pursed her lips for a moment and watched him drain his glass of wine. Was he also nervous, she wondered.
"I… Is…" She stuttered, gathering strength to ask him the question that had haunted her mind for so long. She wasn't a fool; she knew Dudley loathed her house, and he was likely behind her husband's death. "Is it just… because you want to… take revenge on m-my house? T-To feel triumphant by debasing me and… then casting me aside?"
"Bloody hell!" Dudley looked offended. "Who the hell told you that? I don't just want you tonight, Narcissa. I want you for good, the rest of your life! You'll be mine and mine alone… but only if you'll have me."
"..."
Narcissa almost fell backwards over the chair. His words felt sincere and true. He… really meant them. His words burned through her body, igniting something she thought was long lost. And then it all snapped. From where that moment of confidence came, she knew not. But she stood up with resolve.
"Then…"
Narcissa grabbed his hand and pulled him along, leading him to the stairs, down to the master bedroom, where Dudley slept, as it was the closest. She dared not look behind, fearing her resolve would falter.
Click!
She opened the door, walked inside all the way to the middle of that large bedroom, near the foot of the bed on the carpet. Then finally, she turned around on her heels and looked up at his face, her soft hands automatically tracing his chest.
"Then have me."
And there she saw it, what she awoke in him. The breaking of the chains that were holding him back. His lust and desire exploded, and he wrapped her in a heated, bruising embrace. His hands knew no shame as she felt them crawl down over her nude back, over her hips.
She just looked at his face as it came closer and closer and… she tasted wine again.
####
Fuck! I can't hold it anymore!
The second she appeared in front of him, he was rock hard. The second she gave him the green light, he pounced. His words had been true, though not entirely whole.
Yes, she was the final jewel in his conquest of Wizarding Britain, the most beautiful of all pureblood women, now his to have. But he hadn't lied when he claimed her for life. After this night, she would be his forever.
He leaned down, lips colliding with hers in a kiss so violent and passionate it stole the air from her lungs. His hands were possessed, greedy, groping the plump weight of her ass. It was soft, wide, perfectly round. His fingers sank into flesh like he'd waited years to finally touch her.
Her lips tasted like wine, dark and sweet, tangled with the faint edge of lipstick. He chased it feverishly, tongue rolling inside her mouth, sucking on every drop of that flavor. Her eyes closed, surrendering to him, but his stayed open. He wanted to see her face, every flutter of her lashes, every twitch of pleasure that crossed her skin.
"Ummmhhh—" Narcissa moaned into his mouth.
"Mmmmh…" Dudley groaned, eating her lips with a starving hunger.
He breathed her in like she was oxygen. His arm locked around her soft, curvy waist, hauling her against him. His other hand clawed at her peach, squeezing, kneading, twisting her flesh. He tilted his head, angling, dragging her lips with him, slurping every inch of her mouth.
"Ooooh…" Narcissa broke the kiss, panting, her palms flat against his chest.
She pushed, but there was no rejection in her eyes. They matched his ferocity, glowing with a fire he had stoked back to life. She grabbed his collar, turned the push into force, and drove him back until he dropped down onto the edge of the bed.
Dudley landed on his ass, legs spread wide. Before he could even smirk, she dropped to her knees between them, her hands fumbling for his track pants. He spared her the trouble, hooked his thumbs, and shoved them down himself, revealing his entire lower half in one quick motion.
"Mmmmm!" Narcissa gasped, a sharp, shaky moan slipping free.
Her breath caught at the sight of his manhood, her voice trembling between shock and pure desire. He was thick, massive, bigger than she expected, and the sheer sight of it sent a thrill racing through her chest. Her hands darted forward, seizing his sizable member, and then her lips followed with furious heat.
Nothing mattered anymore. The walls were shattered.
Her mouth latched onto his cock, sucking hard, reckless. She tried to take him all at once, shoving her lips down over his fat length. But she gagged, eyes watering, forced to pull back with a wet pop.
Her red lipstick smeared across his shaft in messy streaks, staining him in sinful marks of her lustful greed. She didn't stop. She kissed her way up his length, from base to tip, leaving trails of crimson smudges and spit-shine, every peck an act of worship laced with filth.
Her hand stroked him quickly, twisting around the slick, her spit coating him in a gleaming, musky sheen. Her fist pumped, her lips kissed, her tongue swirled, each move messy and eager, desperate to please.
The scent was heavy already, masculine and intoxicating, and she breathed it in like perfume.
"Gaaaaah! Fuck!" Dudley was on cloud nine.
After weeks of teasing restraint, acting semi-interested, this moment felt like his crowning triumph. The sense of accomplishment burned hotter than the wet heat engulfing his cock. Narcissa Malfoy, once a noblewoman of Wizarding Britain's richest house, was now on her knees, choking and drooling on his cock. And not because he took her, not because he forced her, but because she gave herself to him.
She wanted this. She wanted him.
The thought made his veins pulse harder. His smirk widened, victory and lust fused together, as he threaded his fingers through her silky hair and forced her down harder. His cock jammed into her throat for a few glorious seconds, his tip lodged past her tonsils, before he yanked her back up and let her gasp.
He glanced at the massive mirror across the wall and caught sight of the scene, the former aristocrat worshiping between his legs. He grinned at his reflection like he was showing off to an audience. A display of dominance, a moment of conquest.
"Dammit… Narcissa… Uh!" he groaned, feeling her tongue swirl and lap along his shaft, her mouth working with reckless hunger.
She slurped him, kissed him, stroked him like she couldn't get enough. As if she had finally found what was missing in her life.
But just as his body lurched toward the edge, he pulled her off, spit strings snapping from her lips to his cock.
No, he wouldn't waste it here. Not like this.
"My turn… let me taste you, Narcissa." His voice was thick with command and heat.
She nodded instantly, lips swollen, spit dripping down her chin, her plump bosom rising and falling with ragged breaths.
He grabbed her wrist and tugged her onto the bed, sliding backward until his shoulders hit the pillows.
As he lay back, she straddled his hips, fumbling to peel her red panties aside, leaving them hooked on one leg. She lined herself up, lowering toward his rigid cock…
"Ooooh!"
But before her body could sink down, Dudley's hands seized her hips and dragged her up his body. In one smooth pull, he planted her knees wide on either side of his head, her freshly-shaved cunt glistening right over his mouth.
"Ah… forgive m—Oooooh!" Narcissa cried out, her apology broken to shreds the instant his tongue dove between her folds.
She froze at first, cunt hovering over his face, trembling, because she had never allowed this before. She thought he'd be furious. But instead, his arms wrapped tight around her thighs, locking her in place, pressed tighter against his face. She looked down and met his eyes, gleaming up at her with wild thrill and burning passion, his mouth buried in her pussy like he'd been starving for her.
And that was when she realized, this was what he wanted all along.
"Ooooh… Y… you're… making me… ummm… Feels good!" She moaned, clutching at his hair, hips twitching under his relentless tongue.
He lapped her, savoured her, tongue speared through her folds with wet, eager strokes. His tongue pressed deep, dragged across her clit, circled her slit, and returned again in maddening rhythm.
Dudley fucking loved this moment. She was a fountain clogged for far too long, and now she burst free, pouring onto his tongue. She was sweet, intoxicating, a flavor that mixed sin with nectar. Her moans were soft, musical, slipping past her lips even when she tried to stifle them. He felt her shame melt with every thrust of his tongue, and when she finally gave in, riding her cunt down on his mouth, she throbbed like he'd claimed her soul.
"Mmmmh… oh… mmm!" Narcissa whimpered, hips rolling helplessly.
She tried to muffle herself, biting her lips to hold back, but every time his tongue lathered her sensitive nub she cried louder, breaking into shuddering moans as her juices slicked his mouth.
Dudley's hands slid up, shoving at her neckline until it parted across her smooth swells. He claimed her breasts, heavy and soft, a faint sag of ripeness that only made them fit more perfectly into his palms. They spilled through his fingers as he squeezed them tight, his thumbs and forefingers pinching her cherry nipples until she jolted.
"Aaaaaaaah… F-Forgive me… I must… I can't… hold… m—myself!"
Her words crumbled into shrieks as her whole body buckled. Her soft thighs clamped around his head, her pussy spasming violently over his mouth. She came undone in messy waves, soaking his tongue, her cries tumbling into gasps and broken moans.
"Oooohh—ahhh! N-no… I'm… c-cumming… there… oh Merlin, I'm really… cumming… aaahhh!" she babbled, half-sobbing, half-moaning, disbelief tangled with sheer bliss.
She had never imagined she could fall apart from just his tongue, but he speared it deep inside her, licking through every convulsion. His tongue carved up into her moist core, twisting, stretching her inner walls with wet, ruthless strokes until she shook. Her clit throbbed under his mouth, her whole body seizing as another gush spilled out of her.
Dudley groaned into her folds, loving the way she broke. He relished it, the thrill of her noble body crumbling against his mouth, the way her moans turned musical and wild. He held her through it, savoring her spasms, pressing his tongue deeper with every wave until her hips finally quivered out the last spurt of nectar.
When she slumped forward and pulled herself off his face, his smirk turned feral. His face was drenched in her mess, chin gleaming, lips wet.
"Narcissa… Ride me."
The word hit her like a curse, vile and wicked, but her body was feverish with the same need. She couldn't deny him anymore, not when he had already made her feel pleasures she thought impossible. She wanted more.
She slid backward on her knees, shifting until her soaked pussy hovered over his cock.
"No, not like that. Turn around, I want you to look at yourself in the mirror." His hand caught her waist and stopped her.
Narcissa's eyes widened. It was humiliating, intoxicating, thrilling all at once. She had crossed the point of no return, and she knew it. He was the only man who could have her like this, the only one she couldn't refuse. If he wanted, he could take her regardless, but instead, he demanded she give herself, eyes wide open, seeing herself do it.
"Of… course." She whispered, breathless.
She turned around, facing the mirror. The reflection hit her like a blow. Her makeup smeared, lipstick ruined, her hair in a mess, her tits hanging heavy, her pussy dripping down her thigh. His cock stood proud, swollen tight, glistening.
Lustful desire flared through her, and she obeyed.
She reached down, gripped his shaft, and raised herself above him. In the mirror, she watched her own hand guide him into place. And then, slowly, tremblingly, her hips sank down.
"Ooooohhh!" she gasped as his cock stretched her open, wider than anything she had ever known.
She stared at her reflection, eyes wide, watching the bulbous head disappear between her swollen lower lips, watching her own folds stretch around him. Her husband had never filled her like this. This was different; this was savage.
"Oh… You're… going to… break me!" She moaned, torn between terror and raw lust.
But still her hips pressed down, taking his beast of a cock deeper, letting him fill her inch by inch until his thickness throbbed inside her belly. It stung, it burned, it stretched, but it felt right. She wanted all of him.
Dudley groaned under her, his self-control fraying. The stimulation of having her speared on his cock made him twitch close to release. Her walls were snug, wet velvet wrapped around steel, squeezing, clutching him. He clawed at her soft curves, kneading her pale, wide ass, his mind screaming in bliss. He had claimed her. Narcissa Malfoy was his now.
Narcissa's head fell back, her eyes on the mirror as she started to roll her hips. Her arms reached behind to rest on his chest for support, both her heels pressed onto his thighs, her entire weight now on his body.
"Ahhh… Y-yes…So, good… You fill me sooo–oohh… much! Stretch mee–hh!" she moaned shamelessly, yet somehow her voice still carried that noble dignity, even in her surrender.
Plap!
Her hips smacked down, her pussy gushing in the mirror.
Fuck!
Dudley gritted his teeth, his knuckles clawing the sheets. She was riding him reverse, her eyes locked on her reflection as she took him in. The mirror showed her ruin, her shame, her lust, and his cock splitting her open. His smirk curled again, victory painted across his lips as he watched her eyes looking into it so sinfully, so… pointedly.
Plap! Smack!
Dudley's palm cracked across her pale ass, sending it into a wild jiggle. Then he clawed her thighs to support her weight.
Jesus…You're fucking made for this, Narcissa.
Every motion drove him insane. When she rose up, his cock seemed to sigh, relaxing in the open air, veins bulging with pressure. But when she came back down, her cunt swallowed him into a tight, hot tunnel, squeezing him in wet spasms that massaged him from base to tip. His cock throbbed, his balls pulled tight, every bounce feeding him ecstasy until he thought he'd snap.
"I… I dreamt of… this! Narcissa!" Dudley shouted in bliss, his hand sliding back to press at her second hole as she leaned forward, his middle finger smearing his own leaking cockjuice over her snug anal hole. "Dammit… wish I was born… earlier!"
Fucking herself silly, Narcissa's eyes flew wide at his words, her rhythm stuttering. It was filthy, it was wrong. She felt guilty, ashamed, like she had spat on Lucius' memory. Yet, her cunt only squeezed harder at the thought, juices spilling down his cock. Lucius had brought her ruin, had shackled her. Dudley was giving her the world, power, and pleasure. For the first time in her life, she was choosing for herself.
Plap! Plap!
"Gaaaah!" Dudley roared, hips slamming up. He jammed balls-deep and let go, eruption tearing through him in scorching waves.
Hot, thick spurts filled her, pumping into every inch of her pussy, but Narcissa didn't slow. She kept bouncing, her ass clapping against his hips, milking him even as he flooded her. The wet squelching was obscene, creamy froth squeezing out around his shaft and painting her thighs.
He came more and more, days of pent-up hunger pouring out of him, splattering inside her. His seed spilled in thick rivulets down her pussy, dripping onto his balls, streaking the sheets below. And still, Narcissa rode, eyes glued to the mirror.
She stared at her own reflection. Her makeup ruined, lipstick smeared, her pussy splayed wide around his cock. She watched the creamy froth bubbling with every thrust, his virile batter painting her insides so thick it leaked back out in milky streams. She looked dirty, debased, but her body craved more.
"Ohhh! W-what?!" she gasped when suddenly Dudley shoved her forward. She caught herself with her arms, hair spilling wildly.
"Hands and knees," he ordered.
Her heart stung at the words. This was animalistic, beneath the dignity of a pureblood. But at this moment, blood meant nothing. She wanted more of that thrilling, shameful lust, of that helplessness for ecstasy, of that raw fucking… of him.
"Ooooooh! Yes! Please… faster, harder… mmmmh!" she cried in delirium as he mounted her.
Clap! Plap! Clap!
His hips crashed into her, fucking her with wild abandon. The bed creaked, its frame groaning under their rutting. His hands spread her asscheeks wide, clawing hard enough to leave deep red marks. He leaned forward, placing wet, spiteful kisses across her smooth back where her golden dress sagged too low to cover her plump ass.
Plap! Plap!
His thrusts were brutal, hammering her deeper, faster, reckless. He could feel it, she was close again, her cunt fluttering madly around his cock. But he wanted her face, wanted to see her break.
With a grunt, he fisted a handful of her blonde hair and yanked her head back.
Narcissa's mouth fell open, tongue lolling out as her tits thrashed under her, her body arching helplessly in his grasp.
"Look at you…" Dudley growled, glancing at the mirror. His smirk curled as if challenging anyone to watch. "You are… fucking gorgeous, Narcissa!"
The reflection showed it all. Her delirious face, twisted in bliss and shame; her pale ass clapping against his hips; her breasts dangling heavy, bouncing with every thrust; her golden dress disheveled and useless. She was ruined, owned, and she couldn't stop moaning for more.
Pa!
Dudley's hand cracked across her pale ass.
Pa!
Harder this time. She jolted, her bosom heaving heavily.
"Come for me, Narcissa! Oh, Cissy… come for me!"
The nickname, soft, intimate, forbidden, broke her last wall.
Her body quaked, her mind shattered, and she screamed, "Nnnnnnngh, yes, yes, yes, YES… I'm coming…!"
She erupted, pussy gushing in wild, desperate squirts that splashed down his thighs, soaking his balls as he kept ramming into her. She howled and sang in pleasure, mascara tearing black rivers down her cheeks.
Narcissa looked into the mirror, saw herself smiling, moaning, crying, laughing like a madwoman. Her body was sticky, warm, dripping, ruined, and she adored it. This was spice, this was fire, this was what she'd been starved of all her life. She was addicted already.
Plap! Plap!
Dudley gritted his teeth, his cock swelling again, but something burned inside him. He needed more, something final.
"Roll… ov-over!" he growled.
Narcissa obeyed without thought, collapsing on her back. In an instant, he mounted her between her legs, rammed his cock to the hilt with a single brutal stroke, his balls slapping her ass. He hovered over her like a beast claiming its mate, grounding thrusts pounding her deep.
Instead of kissing her lips, he latched onto her tits, suckling like no tomorrow, biting and tugging, marking her skin with raw greed. His tongue dragged over her collarbone, his teeth left love bites down her neck, licking her like she was his prize feast.
"You're mine… forever… Nah—Narcissa… Malfoy… Mine!" Dudley roared, hips drilling harder, his cock battering her womb as if demanding it yield to him.
"Oh… I am… all yours!" she cried, loud, shameless, utterly surrendering.
That was it. That toppled his last thread of control. His mouth crushed onto hers, tongues colliding, writhing, rolling together like they were fucking too.
She rolled her whole tongue out, mindless and wild, licking his teeth, devouring him as much as he devoured her. He tasted her surrender, her desperation, her unholy lust.
And then he felt it, his cock exploding again.
"MMMMMHhh—fuck! Take it!" He broke the kiss just long enough to grunt, to watch in the mirror as his own ass flexed and pumped into her. Her legs hooked tight around his back, heels digging in, keeping him buried inside her.
White hot, ropes of cream erupted deep inside her, flooding her womb in sticky surges. The first spurt hit so deep her whole belly clenched, the second heavier, thicker, his balls emptying rabidly. He pumped her full, thick cream gushing back out, but he only shoved it deeper, breeding her like a man obsessed. Every thrust splattered more, churning his seed against her walls, her core accepting every drop.
Her pussy gurgled around him, white froth streaking down their thighs, but he didn't stop. Even as his cock finished erupting, he kept pounding, grinding his soaked shaft inside her, stirring the mess until she was dripping obscene rivulets across the sheets.
"Mmmm… Yes… I can feel you!"
Narcissa's eyes rolled back, her moans hoarse. Her legs spread wide, her cunt stuffed, his cock vanishing into her creamy hole, and she smiled deliriously into his kiss.
He kept pounding her even as he stopped spilling. He wasn't done yet; he wanted to fuck her right against the mirror after all.
"Don't…" He broke the kiss and stared at her face. "Don't take the potion."
Narcissa's eyes grew wide in utter shock. The meaning behind his simple words was profound. What he was asking from her was… so much and yet… how so foolishly she found herself… so willingly agreeing.
Teary-eyed, she smiled and wrapped her arms around his head. "Yes… I won't… never!"
Dudley smiled and kissed her again, eyes locked at the mirror, triumphant.
####
The next seven days were nothing short of pure bliss.
With all the walls between them vanished, her acceptance of his rather unusual claim on her, they became one. They spent half the days rutting in his bedroom, the other half roaming Venice and even visiting Rome, fucking every chance they got in any secluded corner they found. Magic helped.
Every single time he spilled inside her, he reminded her not to take the potion. And every single time she smiled and agreed. It was a twisted sort of thing. Both of them fucked with the pure desire to create new life, despite there being no love between them. Just utter physical and emotional lust.
On their last day, they fucked the whole night on the yacht. Then, they fucked the whole way in the private plane. Finally, as he dropped her at the D&D building, they parted with a secret, slippery, wet kiss, and his hands groping her ass, promising a lot more action soon.
Clearly, the coming days in the office were going to be exciting.
But he put those thoughts at the back of his mind and went to his office.
Just as he sat down, Edwin barged in holding a thick stack of papers.
"How did it go?" Edwin asked.
"Let's just say she'll be off on a proper holiday in a few months."
"..."
Edwin, a family man with a loving wife and daughter, didn't know whether to feel jealous or disturbed. "Honestly, if I didn't know you better, I'd have called you deviant trash. Still, you seem decent enough, and you'll take responsibility."
"For the little one, yeah, of course. Anyway, what's going on with that stack of papers?"
"Got the gaming firms you asked for. Just need your signatures." Edwin slid over the stack. "By the way, your OWL score came in. Sorry, had a quick look."
"And? How did I do?" Dudley asked, showing no excitement for his exam result, far too occupied with the papers he was meant to sign.
Edwin picked up the folded letter from the stack he had passed to Dudley. "I must say, I'm impressed. You hardly put in the hours and still walked away with O's in Potions, Charms, Transfiguration, Defence Against the Dark Arts, and Arithmancy. Even your Es in Herbology, Care of Magical Creatures, History of Magic, and Astronomy are nothing to scoff at—How?"
Dudley chuckled and waved his hand. "Magic!"
Edwin rolled his eyes and stood up. "You ought to hand over all your study materials to Sophie. She's having a bit of a struggle."
"Let her enjoy it. She can finally breathe easy with Voldemort gone. What's there for her to worry about? Her dad's in the world's top thirty richest and her uncle's the disgustingly richest man in the world."
Edwin chuckled as he set off for work. "Still, she has to keep up some reputation with her friends. Anyway, I'm heading to America for that… thing you mentioned. Have you cleared your schedule?"
"Shit!" Dudley muttered, frowning as he finally looked up. "Slipped my mind. I'll get that letter off to Hogwarts straight away."
He put all the work aside and started writing a letter, informing the Headmaster that he won't be able to join Hogwarts until the start of October. The reason was pretty simple, but he couldn't tell anyone.
The year was 2001, and September was about to roll in. With that, the eleventh would too.
And on that day, at a particular hour, in a particular tower, he was scheduled for a meeting, alongside his Vanguard bodyguards.
______________________
This story has ended on Patreon.
Check out 2 Dudley X Narcissa Creampie NSFW ART, and advance chapters at [email protected]/MrPlotThickens Or Subscribestar.adult/mrplotthickens
Old Free Art on Discord: https://discord.gg/W5FdB6WXaP