Her breasts swelled too, pressing heavily against his chest. But he didn't rush to free them. No, he had time. Hours, in fact. Right now, all he wanted was to feel her ride him, to watch her unravel, to give her every filthy, depraved thing she begged for.
Tonks was a writhing mess, her body working feverishly as she rode him, hips slamming down with a desperate, needy rhythm, her purple hair tossing. Sweat dripped down her spine, her breath coming in sharp, gasping moans as she fucked herself into a frenzy.
"Yes… yes… yes! Say it again—I'm a good girl! Your… Goo–od.. Girl.. Ahhh!" She babbled, voice breaking into a high, delirious cry. This was her thing. Her high.
Her slick, needy pussy clenched around him, milking his cock with obscene, magical precision. Waves of pleasure rippled through her core, her insides shifting—silken ridges, pulsing grooves, teasing tendrils coiling and stroking every inch of him. She was built for this, a perfect, writhing mess of reckless heat, her pussy a lush, throbbing grip around his cock.
And then she finally struck gold.
"Ooohhhh—!" Her entire body jerked as she came with a wail, her juices gushing out in a soaking rush, drenching Dudley's lap, his pants, everything. The slick, sticky mess pooled beneath her, soaking into the recliner; but neither of them gave a damn.
"F-Fuck, Dora—" Dudley groaned, his grip on her hips tightening as her twitching, churning, wringing cunt dragged him over the edge.
"Yes, yes—do it! Give it to me! Give me all that… sweet… hot… bonus!" She begged, voice breaking, desperate.
He slammed her down by her waist one last time, plunging to the hilt like a madman. That insane itch rose from his balls and gushed out. His cock twitched aggressively as he spilled inside her, filling her up with thick, scalding cream. Her tight pussy clenched, pulsing, drinking every last drop from him, her whole body trembling from the overwhelming pleasure.
"Oooooooh! Yessss~"
Her eyes rolled back, back arching, her mouth slack and moaning as her hair changed from purple to a vivid, glowing pink. That always happened whenever she felt her sexual peak.
Spent, she collapsed forward, her heaving chest pressing against his as she panted into his ear, her breath warm and shuddery.
"Mmm… Thanks… Boss."
Pa!
Dudley slapped her ass, making her squeak before he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up, carrying her towards the back of the plane where the bed waited.
She didn't let him go. Even as he walked, her insides clamped down, refusing to let his softening cock slip out, keeping him locked inside her furnace, keeping him buried. She wiggled against him, teasing herself, teasing him, feeling the twitch of his overstimulated length still nestled deep within her.
"Save it, Dora. I just remembered I haven't given you the bonus for the past few months."
"Oooh! I'd love that."
All that happened within the first hour of the takeoff. By the time the plane entered Myanmar's borders, 14 hours had passed. The entire plane reeked of sex. Every inch of Tonks' body had been thoroughly inspected and rewarded with hot, white fluids.
Dudley had emptied himself in her more times than he could remember. It was simply what Tonks liked and who she was. Free spirited, a little freaky, but utterly loyal and honest. She believed in what he was doing and supported him.
For someone like that, Dudley had nothing but goodwill and a lot of appetite.
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"Uh… I can't walk straight."
"You asked for fourteen hours, Dora. I gave you fourteen hours." Dudley teased her and handed her a white mask. "Cover your face. I don't want my precious Auror found out so early."
The mask was magical in nature. It had no space for eyes, mouth, or nose. It was plain white, bright like the moon. Yet, once worn, it clung comfortably to the face and felt breathable as if nothing was there.
"Where did you get this?" Tonks asked as she watched Dudley wear a similar mask, but his had a golden hue to it.
Dudley also put on a black leather trench coat, magical. The leather belonged to a magical beast that gave the coat defensive properties. It was also charmed to the teeth to aid its wearer in multiple ways. It could store multiple items in its magically expanded pockets. He gave a similar coat to Tonks, too.
Tucking his wand under his sleeve, he finally walked out of the private jet. This jet wasn't the same one Dudley left in. He'd changed it in Sri Lanka, registered under a different company. Privacy and secrecy couldn't be compromised at all costs.
"I've got plenty of people working for me in roundabout ways, Dora. Anyway, from now on, you'll call me Mr. X, and I'll call you the Ms. Secretary. They are our codenames for the time being. It's only temporary. I don't mean to keep all this under wraps for too long."
As soon as they got out of the private jet, a private helicopter was waiting for them there.
"Mr. X?" A man saluted towards Dudley. It was an actual military salute. And the man wore a similar leather jacket as Dudley and Tonks, but no mask.
"Let's move." Dudley greeted him back by doing a similar salute. It made him cringe, but he had no other choice.
Moments later, the helicopter flew over the lush jungles of Myanmar. For as far as Dudley could see, there were trees. Endless tree cover in every direction. The sky was also cloudy. Eventually, the helicopter started to descend a little away from Thailand's border.
If he didn't know better, it would have scared him as there was nothing but trees below. However, when they were just 50 meters above the ground, the scenery completely changed. Gone was the forest; a large area of the forest had been flattened. Massive, single-story buildings were spread across. There were even quidditch fields and a lot of other visible areas of interest.
But the most interesting part was the lines of men and women gathered in the quidditch field, standing in rows and columns. They all wore the same dark grey combat shirt and cargo pants, topped with black leather coats and black boots similar to Dudley's.
There were ten lines standing side by side, with 6 men and women in each. The figures at the front of each line were different from the others as their leather coats had red shoulder stripes, denoting their rank of team leaders.
Shhhh…!
The helicopter landed in front of the soldiers standing at attention, and its blades slowly came to a halt.
What the fuck am I even doing?
Dudley watched the attentive, stern, rugged-looking men and women from the helicopter's window. He thought he was ready and prepared to accept this reality, but this was a completely new experience. Handling money was easy, he'd done that before.
But this… It was entirely new for him.
My own fucking army of wizards. You can do it, buddy. Just a little more.
"Where did you find all of them?" Dudley asked Tonks as she got down first and opened the helicopter door for him.
Tonks softly giggled. "Britain isn't the only one with pureblood nonsense, Mr. X. Families murdered, forced into exile, denied employment, assaults—you name it. These folks hate people like the Dark Lord just as much as you do."
Dudley nodded and looked at the 600-strong force. They weren't his, not yet. But they were there, ready to work for him. The world was huge, and there were plenty of innocent wizards and witches persecuted by their respective wizard governments, some rich wizard, or some evil force.
Time to give a speech.
Dudley looked at the pilot of the helicopter. His shoulder had a golden strip. The man wasn't a member of the fighting force. He was a Squib, assigned to manage the logistics of the force. A man who once served in the Australian military. He had already taken the Unbreakable Vow with Tonks. Soon, he'd take it with him.
Similarly, all 600 men and women there had made an Unbreakable Vow with Tonks. It was there to ensure their loyalty and, on his part, the implementation of the contract.
The contract was simple. Every member of the Vanguard Group was to vow their complete loyalty to Dudley Dursley. Vow to never harm Dudley Dursley. Vow to obey orders as given, with more terms added to ensure they weren't used to do something immoral. Vows to ensure efficiency and competency.
There were many vows, but most of them were simple. As long as they did their job as described, they had nothing to fear.
In return, Dudley was to take the vow that he would pay them a salary of 150,000 USD per year, free healthcare for them, their kids, and their immediate parents. They can get loans from his bank at negligible interest rates, 1 percent or even less. They can retire after 20 years of service with health benefits intact and are guaranteed non-military jobs. Or they could retire in 10 years, give up their health benefits, and take a job somewhere else in D&D Holdings, which now owned the bank, D&D Capital, and more.
Yes, it was going to cost Dudley hundreds of millions of dollars per year. But he didn't care. It was a small price to pay for safety in a magical world. And once he had the bank fully up and running, he knew his army would grow manifold.
"SALUTE!" All 10 team leaders commanded their teams in a united voice.
Woosh!
600 arms rose to their sides and saluted Dudley. This was it, the core of his wizard army. Discipline akin to a muggle army. That was going to set him apart from the likes of Voldemort, Grindelwald, and the Aurors.
Unified command, disciplined soldiers, well funded, well trained, well fed, and motivated. Vanguard Group wouldn't live as individual members but as one massive unit.
"At ease!" Dudley shouted back, his arms behind his back like some commander. He was hiding the awkwardness behind his mask.
Let's do the American voice… Please work!
The speech was simple and short. But it was meant to be impactful.
"There were doubts when you were first approached—no shame in that. You took a leap of faith and came out here to the middle of nowhere, not knowing me, not knowing the mission. And yet, day after day, you trained. You stood your ground.
"Well, here I am. I'm Mr. X—owner of Vanguard Group, your employer, your commander. When you take the vow, you'll know my face, my name. Until then, know this—I am a No-Maj-born! I have wealth, power, and enemies who would see both wiped out. Pureblood supremacists, the Dark Lord—they want me gone. Your job will be to protect me, my interests, and what I own."
Until then, it was very straightforward. But also rather cold, telling the 600 soldiers that they were mere tools.
"I don't want you to die for me! No, I want you to fight with me—to build a magical world where we all stand as equals! I want you to live for this cause, because every single one of you is worth more to me alive than dead. But make no mistake—there's always a risk. A slim chance of death. For you, for me, for all of us."
This is it… the last part.
"So, this is your last chance. If any of you have doubts, fears, or second thoughts, you're free to walk away—no shame in it. And keep the month's payment. Ms. Secretary here will safely obliviate you. But if you stay—if you fight for me—I welcome you to the Vanguard family."
Ugh… I can feel my skin crawl.
Silence fell over the Quidditch ground. Only the sound of the breeze and the trees whistling nonstop.
It was nerve-wracking for Dudley. He had already spent a lot of money to set up the current scenario. If too many of them left, it'd mess up his plans. His plans to use the perfected Arithmancy research of Professor Vector. Train the mediocre or average wizards into mean, spellcasting machines.
"I'll stay!"
"I'll stay, Sir!"
"Me too!"
"I will stay!"
The first to step forward were the ten team leaders, their expressions stern.
"I want to stay!"
"I will…"
Not a single one of the 600 wizards and witches left. The benefits Dudley gave them were too good to be refused.
S-Six Hundred… I expected at least half of them to leave.
Dudley was beyond excited.
Wait, how big was Voldemort's army?
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