"Yes!" She exclaimed, a little too loud to his liking. "You said back then, 'Not unless you really want it properly.' And here's my answer. Yes, I want it properly."
What is—Oh, no… She can't… Is this a trick?
He looked down from his height, her mature, white face was like a wild beauty. In that shadowy bathroom, even in that dim light, he could see she was beautiful, and also twice his age. It was hard to believe what she was saying. She was Harry Potter's mother.
"Why?"
"Because you don't care."
"What?"
"Because you have nothing to gain from me. I-I don't trust anyone anymore, Dudley. I can't call anyone my friend these days. And you're just so… You had every chance to take advantage of me. I offered them up directly and you still didn't take it. That's why I made the decision, I want to try properly."
Seriously? I'm… tempted. What if Harry finds out? No, it's easy to hide from him and…
It wasn't like he didn't make it clear the last time. He didn't see any aversion or fear in her eyes anymore.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes! More than anything."
This is awkward.
Despite her direct, verbal desire to take the next step, Dudley didn't feel very confident about it. Looking at her, although there was no hesitation, it still didn't feel right. She had something planned and wanted to use her femininity and his raging hormones to get what she wanted.
"You do realize that we'll have to keep it a secret," Dudley asked her, trying to see her reaction. "What if Harry finds out?"
"We'll have to do our best to hide it," Lily said and eagerly stepped forward, enough that her heavy bust pressed onto his broad chest. Her hands caressed his shoulders and her face expectantly tilted upwards towards him. "But I've decided that I want this."
Too close, and…
Although it was mostly dark in Moaning Myrtle's bathroom, there was still enough light to look at her face. Her keen green eyes and these warm, silken lips seemingly invited him. Even though she wore clothes that revealed nothing at all, even a witch's pointy hat, it all made her more charming.
Pushing her away all the time could be counterintuitive. Dudley reasoned that since things had already moved that far.
Left alone, she might do something independently and ruin everything for me.
In that quick moment, he made the decision to play along but keep things under control. For now, he chose not to cross that final line.
"If you've made up your mind, then that's it, I suppose... Like I said, Lily, any other fellow would have gone for it. I can't say I'm any better."
He wrapped an arm firmly around her waist, squeezing over her layered witch robes until he felt the undeniable give of the soft flesh underneath. Her waist curved deliciously, mature but sinfully tempting, fitting perfectly against the span of his palm. Soft, squishy, tempting in all the right places.
Testing her resolve, he let his palms trail lower, tracing down the elegant dip of her back, and over the swell of her full, ripe ass-cheeks, plush and wide; the kind that begged to be grabbed and owned.
Lily only responded with a soft, shaky nod, rising up on her toes, her green eyes fluttering shut in aching expectation, her glossy lips parting just slightly as if to invite him.
Dudley bent down, angling his face to capture her lips in a slow, careful clasp. The first brush of her warmth sent a jolt through him, a searing bolt of need that lit up every nerve. It wasn't just a kiss; it was a strange fate bleeding through flesh. She shouldn't exist. He shouldn't either. Yet here they were.
The kiss started tender, but Lily was the one who deepened it. Her tongue shyly pushed between his lips.
Dudley let her, accepting her flower-sweet breath and velvety tongue into his mouth. He didn't close his eyes, though. He wanted to watch her, to drink in the image of her flushed, ripe beauty. That soft pale face, framed by her red hair; it all twisted into a deep, forbidden thrill inside him. It should have been wrong, and it was. But that was what made it feel so devastatingly, sinfully tempting.
"Ummmmh…" Lily whimpered, the small sound melting between their mouths.
She pressed herself tighter against him, her arms winding tightly around his neck, her heavy, full bosom smothering into his chest, the softness of her body molding perfectly against his firm frame.
Spurred by her desperation, Dudley let his hands drop down once more, gliding over her lower back, then locking firmly onto her wide, soft hips. He squeezed, massaged, and then spread them apart with greedy palms. Even under the cumbersome layers of her clothing, her body moved like molten silk; soft, supple, womanly in the most maddening way. She wasn't some young thing, still tight with innocence. She was a full-grown beauty, seasoned by time, and every inch of her felt dangerously addictive.
Their kiss grew hotter, wetter. Dudley started to sweep his tongue against hers, tasting her, teasing her; when suddenly he felt her right hand slip down from his shoulder.
At first, it was a soft caress. The delicate sweep of her fingers trailed over the hard bulge tenting his trousers. But then, she shocked him—boldly forcing her dainty hand down past his waistband.
It was a tight, frantic shove, as if she couldn't wait a second longer, and then she wrapped her soft palm around the heavy girth of his raging erection. It felt arousing, maddening, this was Lily J. Potter, gripping his shaft. Her body was an open invitation. She was willing to give everything.
But then, shocking him further, her fingers squeezed gently but firmly. Her slender digits examined every thick, hot inch of him. She gave slow, coaxing strokes that made his breath catch sharply in his throat, the feel of her slim hand working over his leaking, aching shaft nearly drove him mad right then and there.
Ugh… Definitely not natural. She planned this from the start. Doubts about her intentions grew. But he didn't stop her.
He kept kneading her fleshy ass, his hands roaming greedily over the plump curves, rubbing and squeezing, even as his mouth stayed locked onto hers. Meanwhile, her hand moved with sinful expertise, stroking along the thick, veiny hardness of his cock in the tight confines of his trousers. Every squeeze made him throb harder, every shift of her wrist a cruel tease that fed his hunger.
Soon, her thumb found the swollen, leaking head, rubbing slow, circling motions into the weeping slit. The slick precum clung to her fingertip, making her touch wet and maddeningly slippery. It was as if his swollen mushroom was rubbed against silk.
"Umhh…" Lily moaned into his mouth, the sound vibrating between them as she kissed him deeper, her head tilting left and right, her lips sliding and sucking as if she couldn't get enough of his taste. Her whole body writhed against him, need and excitement radiating off her in waves.
"I… I didn't expect you to be this…" Lily broke the kiss, panting as she looked down between their bodies, her slender hand still buried inside his waistband, still clutching him possessively. "...big."
Her sensual tone made his cock twitch with wild excitement. The hunger coiling inside him roared louder, a craving he could no longer ignore. He wouldn't push it too far, not yet—but just a taste of her ripe mounds, a sample of those forbidden delights, couldn't hurt, could it? His hand trembled, driven by wicked enthusiasm, fingers itching to roam. Slowly, eagerly, he reached up, ready to claim those soft, luscious swells that beckoned him like the sweetest fruit.
But before he could do or say anything, Lily dropped her gaze low and started to lower herself, trying to sink to her knees. Her intention was obviously laid bare.
But Dudley moved faster. His fingers gripped her shoulders, stopping her with firm strength.
Not yet!
Not before the third task.
He also stopped himself. He needed to be sure what she truly wanted; and whether it was lust or something far more dangerous that drove her to him tonight.
"Let's… continue sometime later, Lily," he said, pulling her close once more. His arm firmly wrapped around her curvaceous waist as his other hand gently brushed a few unruly red strands from her face. "I've got to get to the Great Hall for dinner. I just came here to drop a hint for you."
He pulled out the paper from his pocket and slipped it into her robe. "On the night of the third task, go to Godric's Hollow at the exact time listed. Don't be early, don't be late. You can bring your friends if you like, but don't go against my instructions. No spying, no visits to Godric's Hollow beforehand—understand? Don't break my trust, Lily. If you do, I'll forget I'm related to you or Harry. So be wise—don't be a liability to me. I don't hesitate to cut my losses when I have to."
Normally he was a gentleman with women. But Lily was a desperate mother and needed more harsh commands. Although she didn't mean a lot in the grand scheme. But she could still disrupt his plans.
"I understand, Dudley," Lily said softly, rising onto her toes. She kissed his lips gently as if they were lovers. "I promise, I'll follow every word."
"I hope you do. I'll go now." Dudley stopped holding her and moved away, fixing his pants to give space for his hardened cock. "Good night."
Then, without once looking back, he left the bathroom. All the while he contemplated what she was trying to do. He was one hundred percent sure this incident was preplanned by her.
Only two ways this can go. Is she forcing herself sexually to use me for information, or is she genuinely trying to be intimate while also trying to use me?
In both cases, her goal was to use him. But he preferred the latter.
What mattered was to keep her actions under his control.
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