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Serua, Maluku Islands, Eastern Indonesia.
"Pathetic! Is this why Mr. X has employed us? Efficiency is all that counts! Fail in a bloody mock battle, and you'll fail in the field. Is that your aim? To die on the battlefield? All captains, assemble in the meeting hall!"
The four hundred men and women in black coats and white masks stood in rows and columns dejectedly. The man shouting at them was their general, Commander White. And they'd just lost a mock battle against Commander Red's army, which was also of the same numbers.
Vanguards now numbered two thousand and two hundred. Two thousand were actual fighters, and two hundred were under Commander Coat, the head of R&D. Though the R&D was situated in a secret location now, only known to commanders and a select few.
As of now, they were training inside a newly created secret base. It was specially made to resemble a certain place. The British member of Vanguards had instantly recognized it—the Ministry of Magic. The entire training base was a replica of the Ministry.
They didn't know who they were to fight against. But since their employment vow clearly stated that it wasn't for evil, they didn't worry too much.
Meanwhile, back inside Commander White's meeting room, he scolded the ten captains under his command.
"Weak! Absolutely weak! Where is the teamwork? We are no longer Aurors or Hit Wizards; we are a disciplined army. We cover each other's backs, that's our edge. Our division's task is to seal the Ministry's top eight floors. We fight only if attacked. Our mission is to set traps, curses, Apparition, and Portkey barriers. Remember, we fight goblins. Their curse-breaking is unmatched. We must be clever, inventive, and unyielding."
That was the scene at all five divisions. Each had been given a different task. They were no longer Dudley's private army. They were now an army hired by the Ministry and Order of the Phoenix to end Voldemort's reign.
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"Ummmh… Oh… Mmmmh… I-In me…"
"Fuck, Daph, I know… that," Dudley grunted into her mouth as the plump assed, blond Slytherin rocked on his cock as he sat on a chair. Her skirt hiked up, he clawed at her doughy rump, groping her roughly to ride deeper, harder into him.
Her white shirt was unbuttoned, revealing her handful soft breasts that he'd already suckled to bright red marks. He fucked her like it was his claim to be inside her, and fuck… emptying his balls inside her was just as thrilling.
Her pussy fit so snugly around his thickness, her depth made to take him balls deep.
"I just…" Dudley rolled his own hips, his feet hard on the floor as he fucked upwards into her slippery cunt. She had already climaxed once and spilled her juices on his lap. "Hoped for some… mouth attention."
"Mmmmh… I need this…" Daphne's ass bounced harder, higher, like waves. Her arms were wrapped around his neck, and her face was constantly going for deep, lip-locks, tongue, and all the drenched heat combined. There was no shame left between them. They communicated and asked directly what they wanted. Sadly, Daphne's demands started and ended with that he finish inside her. As for the rest, he could do anything with her.
"That… I'll do it later… so… just fuck me now… harder, Dudle-eeeeh~"
It was the Arithmancy classroom, so Dudley had no care. He gave her what she wanted. OWLs were just three days away, so she was rather demanding now. He'd been emptying his balls inside her every day for the past four days, and she wanted him to keep doing it until the end of OWLs.
Who was he to complain?
Her lips never left him for long. She smothered his mouth with greedy kisses, her tongue pushing in and sliding wetly, then trailed her lips across his cheek, his jaw, down his throat.
His hands roamed over her like she was his personal feast, clawing her ass cheeks, kneading her soft, doughy flesh until his fingers sank deep enough to leave marks. His thumbs dug into her waist as he rocked her down onto him, every bounce sending a wet, lewd squelch echoing through the empty classroom.
Schlk! Schlk! Schlk!
Daphne suddenly gasped, her thighs tightening as her body convulsed, little shudders shaking her from head to toe. Her face buried into his neck, lips sucking and kissing at his skin like she wanted to give him something back.
Her body moved like she'd lost her mind. She kept bouncing on his cock even as sweat rolled down her temples, even as her thighs burned. Her hips slammed down onto his lap again and again. Her breasts smothered his chest, her nipples dragging across his shirt as she clung to him. Her swollen clit grinding against the ridge of his pelvis.
"Hhnnnnhh Mmmphh"
Dudley devoured her mouth, eating her moans. His tongue tasted her spit as his cock carved her out from below. She was shaking, close to the edge, and he knew it. If he dragged her too far, she'd be out cold. But fuck, watching her fall apart like this had his balls tightening, cock swelling inside her.
"Daph… I'm gonna get… rough."
"D-Do… anything… You want," she whimpered, eyes glazed, face flushed.
"Fuck… You're made for this!" he snarled, and with a sudden surge, his arms hooked beneath her thighs. He stood up, never pulling out, his cock still buried balls-deep inside her. Her body jolted, ass dangling down as he leaned forward, angling her just right for brutal thrusts.
"Ooooooh! Yesss—Harder!" Daphne's scream bounced off the walls.
Her arms flailed, then locked tight around his shoulders as he pounded into her dangling cunt. She thought she only loved the part where he painted her insides, but now she craved everything before it. The stretch, the pounding, the filth of being used by him. With Dudley, she was free, safe to be as depraved as she truly was.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
Every slam of his cock shot through her body, her ass rippling, pale flesh bouncing with each impact. Their skin slapped wetly, her leaking slick making obscene, squelching noises with every merciless thrust.
"Oh! Oh! Ohhh yesss!"
Her long blonde hair flew wildly, strands sticking to her damp cheeks. Her face twisted in wicked pleasure, mouth open, moans spilling raw and messy. Sometimes she even dipped her head to nibble on his chest, biting his muscles, leaving little pink marks between desperate kisses.
Her body rippled in waves, her soft thighs trembling, her ass quivering as he split her open. He was so deep, so far inside, he swore he could feel her womb kissing the tip of his engorged flesh.
"Close…" He grunted.
"Don't you… dare…" she gasped, gripping his shoulders tighter.
"I know…" he hissed, and then buried himself to the root, his cock grinding as deep as it could possibly go. His whole body shuddered as his balls tightened, tingled, and finally erupted. Hot, white batter poured out of him in furious bursts, shooting into her love canal, boiling inside her like lava. His cock twitched wildly, every pulse releasing another thick rope.
It was too much for her to hold in. Her pussy overflowed, creamy froth spilling out around his cock, bubbling out in fat, sticky globs. It dripped down the seam of her ass, sliding on her lusty curves, pooling on the floor in obscene white splatters.
And still, he fucked her through it, impaling her on his flesh pole, dragging her up and down his cock while cum sloshed and spilled around them. Each thrust churned the mess deeper, frothing the slick into tiny bubbles that coated his shaft.
She loved it, that warm, sticky, silky sensation deep inside. That was her vice. Her high.
Squelch–spurt! Plap!
The squelching was disgusting, wet, and sloppy, but the way her pussy twitched and squeezed around him made it addictive.
She wasn't light. Her body was lush, curvy, perfect for sinking into. His thighs burned, but it only made him groan louder. "Gaaaah… I guess… thanks for helping me… train my stamina."
Daphne giggled breathlessly, even as her body sagged in his arms.
He finally dropped back onto the chair, their skin sticking together, cum leaking everywhere.
She caught her breath, still panting, and pressed a slow kiss against his lips, tasting their sweat, their spit, their filth. When the high finally calmed, her expression shifted. She knew her boundaries; she didn't love him. But his cock unloading inside her, she loved that more than anything.
"Let me… move."
Almost reluctantly, she slipped off his lap. Cum gushed out of her stretched love hole the instant his manhood slid free, spilling down in long, syrupy strings. Her thighs glistened as it ran, but Daphne ignored it.
She dropped to her knees between his legs, not caring that the floor was sticky with their mess. Her knees pressed right into the puddle of spilled seed, her skin smeared with cum, but she leaned forward eagerly.
Dudley's cock hung heavy and glistening, utterly coated from base to tip in seeds. His balls too, streaked and sticky. A mess, but Daphne's eyes lit up. She wanted to taste it. To reward him.
"Mmmmh…" she moaned softly as her hand wrapped around him, her digits slipping in the slick.
She bent low and licked up from the bottom of his balls, dragging her tongue along the sticky seam, up to the base of his shaft. Her tongue moved left to right, savoring the taste, cleaning him like he was a plate of spilled cream. Then she moved to the twitching shaft, dragging the flat of her pink tongue up and down, her lips pressing wet kisses against him, as if she wanted to leave hickeys on his flesh.
Strings of cum smeared her flushed lips, glued her fingers, dripped down her wrist.
Dudley grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair, pulling it tight to keep her strands out of the mess. His grip guided her as she opened her mouth wider, finally wrapping her lips around the swollen tip.
"You know…" Dudley voiced, watching her choke willingly on his cock, bringing it back to life. "I met your sister, Astoria."
"Mmh?"
She kept gobbling him down, her tongue writhing inside her mouth like a living thing. It pressed and slithered against his cock, massaging the thick vein along the underside, then curling upward to tease the ridge of his cockhead each time she pulled back. When she plunged down again, her tongue smeared spit and cum together into one messy cocktail of filth.
"I dropped a few hints. Compliments and stuff. I think she might be interested in a date with me."
"Mmmmmmhh~" Daphne moaned hard around his cock, her hand stroking his base as her mouth worked him. The moment he pushed her deeper, she didn't fight it. She threw her face onto his cock, shoving it down her throat until her nose pressed to his trimmed pubes.
"So, I was wondering, Daph. What if I wanted to… let's say, do you two, Greengrass sisters, together. Would you mind?"
Daphne's eyes widened, and she looked up. She gurgled and freed her face. "Ah… A-Ambitious, are you?"
"That's why I am where I am," Dudley replied with a smirk.
She smacked his thigh with a wet slap, annoyed but with fire in her eyes. The look she gave him wasn't scolding; it was a challenge.
"If she doesn't mind, and as long as you know where to unload."
"What if she wants it inside as well?" He asked.
"Then…" She squeezed his cock hard. "You'd better come prepared for both of us."
"So demanding… Uh!"
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