Dudley wished he could take a picture. The two dressed in beautiful ball gowns, hair done beautifully, facial makeup still intact. It was physically and mentally titillating.
"Ummm…"
Susan on the left and Hannah on the right. They kissed the length of his shaft from two sides. In such a way, when he moved his hips, their steamy, wet lips rubbed across his length like a sliding popsicle.
Their thirsty eyes stared up at him. This was clearly the best way to end the night.
He caressed their heads and guided them. One after another, they suckled his balls and the meat rod, keeping him throbbing, achingly hard.
Eventually, Dudley changed positions and gave them what they wanted. He had them both lift their gowns and lean forward against the teacher's table, their pale, soft legs straight on the floor. From behind, he began thrusting, using his fingers for the other.
They were all very tired, so they didn't go too wild.
One climax each before finally, he spilled into their mouths as they'd asked. They liked their dresses too much to spoil them.
Flushed faces, tired, they returned to the Hufflepuff common room by the time the Yule Ball came to an end.
Seeing Susan and Hannah go to the girl's dorm made him yet again curse the concept of segregation. He'd have killed to hold them close and sleep that night in the same bed.
Can't be too greedy now, I guess.
Finally, he entered his dorm room and changed into comfortable clothes.
But going to sleep was far from his plan.
Can't leave the package out there.
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Getting the password for the 5th floor's prefects' bathroom wasn't hard. Just a little bribe and the magical words were exchanged. He then passed on that password to the fair maiden from Beauxbatons, giving her a specific time as well.
A time somewhere in the middle of the day when nobody was using the bath. He'd agreed to help the French Veela, and he'd already seen how desperate she was to receive his help. The shenanigans she pulled during the Yule Ball while dancing were undeniable hints.
If he were to still act dumb, it was better to just chop off his meat rod and be done with it. Not accepting the peach willingly falling onto his lap was nonsense.
"Let's hope Myrtle doesn't cockblock my little bath time," Dudley muttered and entered the prefect's bathroom using the Hufflepuff password. The bath was designed in a way that when a prefect of one house was inside, other houses' passwords were disabled.
That meant that as long as the other person knew the Hufflepuff prefect password, one could enter.
Once he entered the prefect's bathroom alone, he froze for a moment in the absolute awe of it. It was luxury, magically redefined. On one side were stalls with toilets, and on the other side was a large, swimming pool-like tub sunken into the ground. There were water taps all around the tub, all giving different-colored bath water once turned on, including soap bubbles and foam.
Heck, the hundred or so golden bath taps had jewels on them. And then there was the portrait of a suspiciously sultry looking mermaid on the wall, magically moving on its own.
"I guess the next 5th year's boys' prefect is decided then," Dudley told himself. "Let's enjoy this to the fullest then."
He quickly discarded all his clothes, getting butt naked before finally stepping into the water. The pool was deep enough, as the water easily reached his waist. Considering how taller he was than most of his peers, it really was deep.
"Aaaah… Jesus Christ! It's perfectly warmed." Dudley couldn't let go of his habit of using muggle slang. But this time, it was worth it. The water seemed to have magic in it. It wasn't too hot nor too cold, absolutely the perfect temperature at all times.
Eventually, he sat down in the massive tub, the water reaching his shoulders. He leaned back against the edge and reclined his head further back on the floor, arms spread wide. He closed his eyes to relax his mind, almost falling asleep.
"What are you doing, Monsieur Dursley?"
"Hmm?" Dudley's eyes split open, awake from the faint slumber. He didn't move, keeping his head reclined back so his eyes stared at the ceiling.
Only in this case, he didn't see a ceiling as there stood Fleur Delacour, the quarter Veela who had all of Hogwarts and Durmstrang boys blue balled. She stood close to his head, almost too close, as he had a direct view up her light blue knee-length dress of fine silk. She still wore those see-through black stockings, and they didn't hide her silky, white panties between those long, slender legs.
"Enjoying the view." He replied to her question, giving her a cheeky grin.
"Ah!" Fleur jumped a step back, her fair face growing red. But her deep blue eyes never left Dudley's nude shoulders, as if attempting to peak beyond and below.
"Come on, hop in," Dudley said, shifting over to make more room. "Plenty of space for the both of us. Did you bring your egg?"
"My egg?" Fleur mumbled, seemingly tongue-tied. She just stayed standing there, staring at him momentarily.
Dudley's single brow rose in intrigue. He'd never seen Fleur be awestruck before, and he didn't expect it to happen either. The girl was ethereally, magically beautiful with that natural silvery glow. She was tall and willowy, with high aristocratic features and utterly desirable. Heck, he was already hard in the tub by the mere prospect of what was about to happen.
"The golden egg, Fleur."
"Ah! Oui, oui, I 'ave it wiz me." Fleur blinked, as if waking from a strange trance, and set down the small bag she had brought. It matched her dress perfectly. "Eet is very annoying, Monsieur Dursley."
"That's why. Join me in the pool with the golden egg. And just call me Dudley," he repeated and stopped looking at her.
Moments later, he heard the sound of clothes rustling, her feet moving. It took everything for him not to look. The allure of a Veela, even if diluted, seemed very potent.
And then, he heard a faint splash, gaining all his attention. His eyes darted to her as she stepped into the pool. Her body was a piece of art. Not curvy like Lavender, nor with full breasts of Susan, or a plump ass like Hannah. No, this was far too different. Her tall, willowy form had slight curves leading to her waist, followed by hourglass hips, tight and perfect to her elegant body.
It was utterly hard to describe. Her entire body, so far untouched, was unblemished, seemingly glowing all over. She'd undone her hair too, letting those long silver-blonde locks fall like waterfalls all the way to her waist.
Control, you dumbass. You're not an animal.
He had yet to see what mattered the most. Those handful breasts and that hidden cave of pleasure. She'd wrapped an arm across her chest, and the other hand held the golden egg in front of her loins, effectively hiding them.
Fleur felt his gaze on her, and she looked up at him. Her innocent, beautiful eyes showed modesty. Yet, she couldn't stop looking back at him, his wide, muscled chest somewhat out of water now.
"So…" She fully dipped into the water half a meter on his right and matched his pose, spreading her legs under the water and sitting down. She was shorter than him, so the water reached all the way to her neck in that state, much to Dudley's annoyance. The bubbles and foam hid her body too well.
Once she had her back against the edge, she looked towards him in wait. Her long hair floated on the surface, forming a seductive trap of sorts.
A trap Dudley willingly walked into. He shifted in the water without standing up. Only keeping himself above till his chest, he got in front of Fleur.
Ah! He felt her feet touch his. She quickly pulled them back and folded her legs. That gave Dudley more space to zero in, removing distance until they sat face to face, separated by a mere two feet and too much foam.
My balls… they're gonna burst.
"How are your injuries from the first task?" He asked, taking the golden egg without asking, leaving her with nothing to hide her loins. It was pointless now anyway with so much foam around.
"Hm… Merci to monsieur Dursley, I 'ad come prepared," Fleur replied, sincerity soft in her voice. "Zee wounds, zey 'ealed quickly. It is only a little sore—just 'ere, on my right shoulder."
"Hmm…" Dudley, the daring, held the egg in one hand and reached out with his left hand. He softly patted her silky-skinned right shoulder. "It does seem stiff."
"Um-hm…" Fleur's body almost shivered at his touch. Her breath grew deeper while her eyes sparkled. "I… I wanted to… thank you."
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