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Lithuania,
"Avada Kedavra!"
Snap!
The team of Vanguards used an instant deployable shield and blocked the curse. The shot the curses back afterward, and used a flashbang as well. Ten spells struck the budding Dark Lord in the chest and knocked him out cold.
The Dark Lord was a strange one, half zombie and half human. He was obsessed with the human body and wanted the secret to immortality without splitting the soul, and such. So, he experimented on himself.
Of course, D&D didn't attack him out of justice but to steal all his research. The Vanguard's research and development were trying to come up with better healing potions, and the Dark Lord's research on the human body was going to help.
Though they never refused good PR. Rita Skeeter was the first to get their picture with the newly hunted Dark Lord. The Lithuanian wizarding government was also delighted to have the problem solved.
With that, using a portkey, the team returned to the base somewhere in the Alps. They were going to extract all memories from the Dark Lord before killing him. It was a very standard procedure.
"I'll go report to Commander Black." Captain Tax sent his team away and moved through the massive, modern facility.
He was rather proud of what he had accomplished. He was still a Captain, but his salary grade was higher than others. In a way, he was a senior captain. And it was a great thing to be in an organization of slightly over ten thousand wizards.
It was an insane number to him initially. But ever since Voldemort's end, their recruitment had skyrocketed. And there were still no signs of stopping.
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London, Dudley's Apartment,
Plap! Plap! Plap!
It was dirty, it was musky, it was loud. And fuck, he loved it even more.
Three months since Narcissa Malfoy gave him a cute little boy who was going to be a handsome one. And now there he was, railing her as he always did, this time enjoying the warm nectar the older woman spilled from her gorgeous tits.
The aristocratic beauty was completely undone for him. Splayed on the bed on her back, lipstick smudged, blonde hair a mess. He devoured her creamy, soft body that had only grown softer with childbirth.
"Umh—hhhh—oooooh, yes!"
Narcissa no longer hid her moans. There was no shame to be had. She locked her thick thighs around him and just pulled him in to ram as deep as he could with his magnificent thickness.
Her head lifted just enough to watch the filthy symphony, her eyes glazing over with raw lust as his thickness stretched her velvet walls to their absolute limit. Every veined inch prying her open.
Warmth bloomed deep in her core, a liquid fire that licked up her spine with each brutal plunge, his cockhead battering her cervix while her swollen clit throbbed against the grind of his pelvis. The way he filled her, owned her, turned her cunt into a dripping, spasming sheath molded perfectly for him.
She gasped as her gaze dropped to his mouth clamped greedily over her leaking nipple, suckling with starved pulls that drew out her milk in hot, tingling spurts. The ticklish suction shooting electric jolts straight to her pulsing core, so hot it made her walls clench harder around him.
Both his rough hands kneaded her heavy breasts, fingers sinking into the bruised, hickey-marked flesh throbbing with delicious ache.
"Ooooh… I'm… close!" Narcissa's desperate moan clawed through the air.
Plap! Plap!
Dudley hammered harder, his hips slamming into her, each wet clap echoing.
Fuck, he lived for this. For Narcissa Malfoy, reduced to a writhing, milk-dripping mess. She was the filthy highlight of his office hours, her daily visits turning dull paperwork into pulse-racing foreplay, making his cock throb all goddamn day.
"Ugh… me too."
He moaned low, diving back to her tits, latching onto that leaking nipple with a hungry slurp. It felt so dirty, so scorching hot. The sweet, creamy coat of her maternal nectar flooded his mouth like warm honey, rich and addictive as it spilled over his tongue while Narcissa squirmed under him.
His cock buried hilt-deep in her clenching heat, stretching her ruined cunt around every throbbing inch, her massive tits heaving in his grip as he drank her down. What started as petty revenge had twisted into a full-blown addiction.
With his mouth still brimming with her warm milk, Dudley surged up and crashed his lips to hers, feeding her own sweet nectar in a messy, open-mouthed kiss.
She gulped it down greedily, a sultry hum vibrating between them as their tongues coiled, slick with her essence.
He smushed her deeper into the mattress under his crushing weight, her pillowy tits flattening against his chest in slick, heated friction. His hips pumped slower but ferociously intense, grinding his cock deeper into her sopping core with hunger. Every deliberate thrust dragged along her walls to mark her womb.
Her arms snaked up to hug his head tight, nails raking his scalp. And then she came, shattering like fine crystal.
Her climax ripped through, her cunt clamping down on his invading cock in violent, milking spasms that sucked him impossibly deeper. Gushing hot floods of nectar dripped down his shaft and balls. Her thighs quaking around him as her back arched off the bed. Her entire body convulsed in helpless bliss.
Dudley followed right after, eyes squeezed shut, his thick arms circling around her head to cage her close, their lips locked in a bruising seal as he gushed an ungodly torrent. He flooded her until it bubbled out around his hilt in sticky excess.
She wasn't getting pregnant again. Not yet; There was always a potion to hold that off. It was pure, filthy fun, but he wanted time to savor her like this first, her post-birth body all plush and ripe. He had all the time in the world, after all.
"Uh… Hell, Narcissa. Your body is scorching hot." Dudley stopped kissing her and just stared at the mature beauty. She had the face of a middle-aged royalty, her lashes so noticeable, her cheekbones high, and the fact that he was doing all that to her was just… mindboggingly hot.
Narcissa smirked and pecked his lips. "Only for you."
His cock flexed inside her cunt, and he grinned. "In that case, why don't you turn around and we continue this?"
"Oh… with pleasure."
And so, Dudley went on to fuck her prone, with a bit of choking involved. But fuck, her ass had grown thicker, and each downward pump was like a freefall into feathers. So warm, so juicy, so sticky, it was everything he needed to enjoy.
Two hours later, finally done with their ritual, Dudley got off of her, leaving her flat on her belly, face down, legs straight and spread apart with her pussy revealing a massive puddle of drenched mess.
With a smirk, Dudley stood at the foot of the bed and took a picture of the unholy, stunning sight. It was one of those cameras that printed pictures right away.
After that, he went to clean up, then played with his son, whom Narcissa had named Aurelius. A bit too grand for his taste, but he didn't mind. Besides, the boy had blonde hair and looked cute. It was surprising how Draco didn't doubt her story of adopting a baby.
How will he react when she adopts a second one? Hah.
Nonetheless, he dressed up afterward, went back to Narcissa to bid her goodbye, though not without a rather deep liplock from her.
Finally, he used a Portkey and arrived at the largest secret base of the Vanguards near the border of Myanmar and Thailand.
"Sir!"
After a series of salutes, Dudley went down the very long stairway. He wore his Mr. X helmet for the time being. He needed no guide and made his way to the deepest dungeon alone. Finally, after speaking with a few guards, he entered a small, white-walled, windowless room. It was truly tiny.
The room had a small bed on one side, a chair in the middle, and a modern toilet in a corner. And currently, on the chair sat Lucius Malfoy, without both his arms, his hair kept short, almost bald. He was as thin as a stick, his cheekbones only recognizable as human due to skin; otherwise, it was all bones.
But he was alive and sane.
"Pleased to see you again, Lucius." Dudley chirped and removed his mask. Then he walked in front of Lucius' chair and knelt a little to be face-to-face. "Oh, I almost forgot this one. Look at this."
Dudley took out a photograph from his pocket and showed it to Lucius. He saw how Lucius' brows rose and eyes started to shake.
"My masterpiece, just from thirty minutes ago. God, she's perfect. Just slipping inside makes me ready to burst, not that she minds. Even loves to swallow. But fuck, her breasts, the milk, umm… sweet." Dudley mumbled, dangling the photo that clearly showed her and the mess he'd left between her legs. "I got another."
Dudley took out another photograph, this one had nothing nude. No, it showed Dudley in an immaculate suit, same for Narcissa. He stood beside her, one arm on her waist, all the while Narcissa held their son between them.
"Ummmmmh… N-ooooh… Uuuuggh!"
"Cute, isn't he? She named him Aurelius. But I won't stop until she gives me a cute daughter. But too bad, you won't be there to see her." Dudley put the photograph in his pocket and took out a massive stack of photographs. "Still, I can at least help you imagine it. This one I took in the office."
The photograph showed Narcissa on her knees under his table, cheeks puffed out, eyes watery, cum leaking from the corners of her lips.
"This one's from Hogwarts. I held a ball to celebrate Voldemort's passing. Had fun doing her all over the castle."
The photograph showed her in a typical Hogwarts classroom, bent over the table as he rammed from behind.
"Ah! This one, I tried to spice things up and tied her wrists with her ankles behind her, then I fucked her face. Hah, what a memory. This one's when she was making me breakfast, and I did her from behind. Oh, and this one, look how much I came inside her, it's dripping a river. God, you were one lucky man, Lucius."
Finally, Dudley put away all the photographs and leaned back against the wall while looking at the man, his arms crossed.
"The mirror that I left here must have shown you the first time I took her in that yacht. Must have enraged you," Dudley mocked. "Must have made you shiver in fury. But I'm not angry, Lucius. If anything, I'm thankful."
Lucius was shaking violently all over by then. His tongue was cut long ago, so he couldn't even speak; he just let out pointless growls.
"If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be who I am today. Thank you for giving me the push to chase greater things. And thank you for gifting me Narcissa, one of my greatest trophies, really. I'll make love to her and keep her happy, better than you ever did. She seems to agree, actually."
Finally, Dudley took out his wand.
"Funny, if only you'd stayed in your fucking lane, things would've been different for you."
"Ugh… Ngh… Yooooo-h!"
Dudley just smirked. Lucius had finally tried to speak, but he looked like a mess. Shivering, crying, eyes sunken.
"No Dark Lord's coming to save you. That bastard's as dead as you're about to be." Dudley lifted the wand, his eyes cold. "Yeah, I'm evil. Proper evil to anyone who crosses me. So evil that any so-called Dark Lord would piss himself. Shame you realized it too late—Sectumsempra!"
Thud!
Lucius Malfoy got thrown off the chair, slammed into the wall behind. His chest revealed deep gashes.
"Sectumsempra!"
More gashes formed.
"Sectumsempra!"
More.
"Sectumsempra!"
A pool of blood sullied that white floor of the room. And finally, Dudley put his wand away. He knew he should've killed Lucius a long time ago. But seeing his face when he saw the photo of him, Narcissa, and their son made it worth it.
One by one, he had truly taken everything from him. His wealth, his trophy wife, his pride, his hope, and finally his life.
Fuck, I went overboard.
Seeing so much blood, he stepped over Lucius' body and walked out of the room. Though he did speak to the dead body one last time.
"My hate ends with you. I'll keep Narcissa happy and… maybe full, a few times. And Draco can… fuck off. As long as he doesn't cross me… Uh, why am I even saying that? He's dead."
Sure, it felt good. Ending Lucius felt like a weight lifted off his chest. But at the same time, it didn't feel that gratifying. Killing Lucius was like killing a cockroach that had been annoying him for a while.
"Hmm… let's go back."
In the end, he chose to return to Narcissa and snuggle with her in bed.
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