Knock! Knock!
Dudley knocked on Potter's home, the house across the street. It was almost fully identical to his own place, except for all the magical things, of course. He couldn't add those as Petunia had some friends and other muggle relatives coming over from time to time.
"Aunt Lily?" He knocked again and called for her.
Click!
"Dudley?" Lily opened the door halfway, leaving only enough space for Dudley to look inside.
What the hell is she wearing?
Looking at her attire, he could understand why she didn't open the door fully. There she stood, looking like a goddess of sin. Her red hair was tied in a messy, single, loose braid, leaving too many strands falling around her head. Her face flushed pale, no lipstick, as if she was prepared to go to bed.
Her clothes, however, revealed too much. It was a single piece of straw-yellow nightdress, a short one at that. It hung on her shoulders by thin straps, coursing down with bends that dipped over her voluptuous, nude cleavage, showing much of the fullness of her breasts. It clung to her curvy waist and broadened out wide on her luscious, plump hips, ending right around the middle of her fleshy thighs.
With no restraint, he looked down at those milky, silk-like legs, full and soft to look at, her feet nude too. If the nightdress was just a few inches shorter, he could have seen what she wore underneath.
"Dudley?" Lily peered at him, her green eyes gleaming with a knowing flicker. A blush covered her cheeks.
"Ah, Mum sent some cake for you. She baked too much." He raised the covered tray towards her.
Lily opened the door a little more in response. "I was just making coffee… Care to join me?"
Coffee before going to sleep? At least make it believable, Lily.
"Sure."
Dudley walked into the house. He'd been in there plenty before, but that night, it looked slightly different. Most of the lights were dim, barely saving the space from pitch darkness. The only bright light was a lamp in the kitchen area, where a pot of coffee was steaming above the countertop.
Ignoring the sound of the door closing behind, followed by a click of the lock, he strolled past the living room sofas and entered the U-shaped kitchen area. He placed the cake on top of the kitchen counter and then leaned against the island counter in the middle, looking at the coffee heating up.
"When did you return?" Lily asked, walking in front of him to grab two coffee mugs from the upper cabinet. That entire time, her back was facing him. She had to rise on her toes to reach up, making her protruding bottom stand out, the hem of her nightdress rising, revealing the subtle climbing curve of her ass.
Dudley inhaled a deep breath. That barely lit house and the bright bulb of the kitchen cast a beautiful, golden hue on her body. Her neck, her shoulders glistened, and the faint shadow underneath gave birth to some exciting desires.
"Only about an hour ago. What about you? Thought you'd be busy with work. What does the Hogwarts Board of Governors even do, anyway? Place never seems properly cleaned. Suppose we were lucky the Triwizard Tournament was held there—never would've known those dark walls were really a sort of light sandy grey."
Lily chuckled like a ticklish tease in his gut. "I know just what you mean, Dudley. I've never seen the school shine like that either. But don't blame the Board. The funds are set aside each year—it's the Headmaster who decides where they go."
"Hang on—you're saying it's Dumbledore's fault the school looks like some troll's dungeon?"
"I guess so." Lily poured the coffee into the mug. But instead of handing it to him, she grabbed the mug and turned around towards Dudley. She beckoned herself and pushed herself up until her hips flattened on top of the kitchen counter. She sat there and then crossed her legs high, her thighs squeezing tight, molding the jelly-like soft flesh into delectable shapes.
What a woman. She's really committed to the whole act.
Dudley couldn't help but look. The way her thigh squeezed when folded on top of her other leg. The way she sat made her nightdress hike up further, revealing the underside of her thighs, pale and smooth, all the way till the curve of her ass and those pastel pink panties. Heck, he could even peek at the bridge of her panties between her squeezed legs.
There was no doubt. Lily was doing it knowingly. With full, willing intent. And if that gentle, flowery scent in her house was any hint, she was trying to set the mood or something.
"Here." She extended the coffee mug towards him, leaning forward. More of her cleavage slipped out, and one of the nightdress straps on her other shoulder slid sideways.
Dudley was only a human. A shameless tent formed in his pants, and he made no attempts to hide it.
"Thanks." He took the coffee and waited for her to grab some for herself. But instead, she kept staring at him. Her bright, green eyes were occasionally leering at his erection.
So, we're going to play that game? Fine, let's do that.
She wanted him to take the first step. All that skin on display was meant to excite him. Her eyes were meant to hint at her willingness. But Dudley had no such plans. He didn't want to take advantage of her desperation.
Yes, he was absolutely aroused. Lily may have been almost twice his age, but she was a beauty nonetheless. In truth, Dudley rather liked her mature curves. He wanted to slide snugly between those lush thighs and hold her waist. He wanted to do a lot of unholy things.
So, unless she openly, willingly, and clearly invited him to do it. He wouldn't cross that final threshold.
Of course, the final threshold was the keyword. He didn't mind looking and touching.
"So… I checked Moaning Myrtle's bathroom almost every night. I never found anything."
Dudley took a long sip of the coffee first. "Because there was nothing to share."
"But…" Panic froze on Lily's beautiful face. "You said… The final task is just a month away. I have to find who's behind all this. I don't want anything to happen to him… I…"
"Lily J. Potter…" Dudley moved abruptly, putting away the coffee mug. He glided closer to her, forgoing any semblance of decency left between them. His belly pressed against the raised side of her crossed leg. His hand confidently moved and slid over her naked knee and slowly slid upward, inward, between the squeezed gap of her legs.
It sent a shiver down his spine. The sensation of her soft, silk-like legs made his loins tingle. But he didn't waver and continued sliding his spread hand. Reaching down between her legs, he made them open up.
As her nightdress remained hitched up, he finally had a clear, uninterrupted view of what lay between those full thighs. The junction of her legs, that plump fullness hidden under the bridge of her pastel pink panties.
Let's not embarrass her now.
He stopped looking and pushed himself between her spread legs, tightly pressing his loins against hers, making sure she felt how hard she'd made him. How much he throbbed in need. Both his hands worked on her further, grabbing her legs on his sides and raising them beside his waist, keeping himself snug between them.
Looking at her face, that insane red blush made everything clear. She felt it, she saw it, and she knew what he wanted. And when her legs willingly clamped around his waist, Dudley knew she wanted it too.
But while the blush revealed her desire, her eyes remained shaken, scared as if. Her actions were willing, but her thoughts weren't.
"Lily…" He took her name, his voice deep. His hand moved up from her legs and gently held her curvy, full waist. He decided not to go further than that. "Do you know how the second task was meant to end?"
Her heart racing, Lily forced her mind to focus on his face and not what pressed between her legs. "H-How?"
"Hm…" Dudley took a deep breath in, feeling the folds of her flower against his erection. His hands, it took everything to not slide up and palm her amazing, voluptuous mounds. "The task was meant to start the same way. But Fleur was supposed to come out of the water early—the Merpeople would've attacked her. In the end, Harry was meant to surface last because he'd have needed to fight them off and save not just one, but both of the hostages—you and Fleur's sister."
A frown appeared on her face.
"Do you know why that didn't happen?" Dudley leaned in slightly, close enough to feel her breath, to see every little detail of her lips and skin. His voice was quieter now, almost teasing. His lower chest traced the nightdress on her swells. "Why don't you take a guess?"
A visible, slow gulp traveled down her throat. "You?"
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