Chapter 80 - Malfoy's Greed, Politics & Proposals IV

Her answer came in the way her body shuddered. It wasn't a tremble from nerves, it was something else. Daphne Greengrass, the ice-cold Slytherin who rarely showed emotion, was burning inside. Not innocent, not pure, but sexually starved, desperate for release. There was tension in her, deep beneath all that polished calm. And in this moment, he was the match that struck the flame.

This is… unexpected.

Thinking fast, Dudley flicked his wand from his sleeve and swished it toward the cabin door and the interior window, the ones that faced the hallway. The blinds dropped with a crisp snap, cloaking the inside from wandering eyes. A locking charm clicked into place. They were sealed in, alone in their little moving box of lust.

"Ummmh…" Daphne kept going, her lips working his like she needed this to breathe.

Her eyes stayed closed, her face angling and pivoting like she was afraid to stop. Her lips pressed hot and slick against his, but she didn't go any further, no tongue, no deeper play. Just feverish lip-on-lip, every brush of her mouth begging for more, but still too shy to demand it.

Her arms came up, sliding around his neck, fingers trembling as they twined into his hair.

But then, she opened her eyes. Realizing it was only her who had truly leaned in, her rhythm faltered. She broke the kiss, breathless and flushed, eyes wide like she'd snapped out of a trance. Her pale face blushed red, lips parted, chest rising fast beneath her blouse.

"I-I'm sorry… I didn't meant to do—"

"No—" Dudley caught her wrist and held tightly. He stepped back just a little, tugging her toward him, keeping her close. Then he sat down on the cushioned seat behind him, guiding her into his lap like she belonged there. "I liked it."

At his words, something broke open inside her.

Daphne straddled him in a heartbeat, knees slipping to either side of his thighs, her skirt sliding higher with the motion. Her lips found his again, but this time, she was unrestrained. She'd wanted to try this with him for a while now. That evening, at Yule Ball, she'd hoped that he'd follow her after the dance and something would happen. But he never followed.

Her tongue probed, licked, twined around his with shameless hunger. Her hands gripped his hair, fingers curling tight as she rocked her hips gently in his lap in slow circles. She moaned into his mouth, every sound like velvet-coated sin, and for once, the icy Daphne melted.

While their tongues danced, Dudley's hands slipped behind her, finding their way to her ass. He cupped her greedily, kneading it like warm dough, each squeeze drawing out another hungry kiss from her lips. The pantyhose only added to the feel, a silken resistance over that tender, perfect flesh.

Daphne's body was a masterpiece carved for sin. Her ass, her hips, her thighs; every inch of her was soft and temptingly responsive under his touch. He explored her curves eagerly, caressing the back of her thighs, over her stockings. She shivered, grinding into him harder.

He kissed her harder, lapping up her thirst. Her mouth tasted faintly of peppermint gloss and something sweeter beneath it, herself. He groaned into her lips, loving the delicious flavor.

"Hmm… I… need you…" she whispered in a broken moan, her forehead resting against his, her hips twitching.

What? Is she…

"I need you in… me-eh…"

Really? Just from seeing me do Hannah?

But Dudley wasn't the type to deny a goddess like her. Not when she offered herself up with that flushed face and trembling lips.

He tore an opening into her pantyhose right where her thighs met, the rip sharp and crude. His fingers dove in, pressing against the soaked heat of her pussy through the flimsy fabric of her silk panties. She was dripping. The scent, sharp, feminine, intoxicating. It rushed straight to his cock.

"Are you sure, Daphne?" He asked her, breaking the kiss.

Her eyes were already glazed, lips parted, cheeks painted red. Her hands stayed tangled in his hair, tugging and trembling.

"Yes!" she gasped, desperate.

He didn't need to hear it twice.

"Stand against the window, Daphne."

Quickly, Dudley pressed her front to the broad glass pane. Outside, the countryside flew past in a golden blur. Inside, the sun poured in, lighting her up like a decadent offering.

Dudley stepped in behind her, unzipped, shoved down his pants, and freed his cock. It sprang out, thick and veiny, flushed dark with arousal. It twitched hungrily, heavy, a length built to stretch and spoil. He guided it between her creamy, smooth thighs, letting it nestle in that perfect gap.

He wrapped an arm around her waist, the other brushing her ponytail over her shoulder. He bent down and kissed her nape, his warm cock sliding slowly between her delicate thighs.

"Ummh…" Daphne moaned out from the heat, her breath fogging the glass.

He started sliding his cock along the velvet inside of her thighs, teasing her pussy lips with every pass of his flushed crown. "Take it… Daph…"

As if waiting for just that command, she reached down, fingers trembling. She pushed her panties aside, gripped his throbbing shaft, and aligned it. With one slick move, she lowered herself back and let him in. Feeling his swollen cockhead pierced in, her body shivered completely. She bit her bottom lip hard, struggling to not scream in ecstasy as her wet pussy lips widened for him.

This was an absolute sin for her. A pureblood mating with a muggleborn. But in that moment, nothing mattered. She wanted him, no needed him inside her—achingly.

"Ahh—fuck," Dudley gasped, wrapping his arms tight around her waist as he slid into her cave of wonders. Her pussy clutched him like it had been craving him for years; tight, hot, soaked in her lust. He rocked his hips, sinking deeper, each inch dove in with a sloppy, wet sound.

It was beautiful and exhilarating, making his knees buckle in pure bliss. Then, he gave his first quick thrust and landed balls deep inside the Ice Queen, the tight-lipped Daphne Greengrass of Slytherin. Honestly, this was his first Slytherin and it excited him.

Daphne's hand clamped tightly over her lips as the first full thrust speared deep inside her, dragging a sharp, muffled cry from the back of her throat. Her eyes flew open, glassy and wide, and her entire body jolted from the delicious intrusion. Her toes curled against inside the footwear, unable to hold back the waves of pleasure. Her soft thighs tensed, trembling as she felt herself stretch around him; so full, so suddenly fucked.

"Ah… ummm…!" she whimpered through her hand. Her knees threatened to buckle, her breath catching with every slow drag of his cock inside her pussy. She tried to stay quiet, but her body was already betraying her, hips pressing back into him, hungry for every inch.

With her hands busy stifling her moans, Dudley's hands slid up, unbuttoning her shirt quickly, pushing her bra up over her breasts. He gripped them greedily, kneading those perfect tits as he pounded into her. It had to be quick, but he wasn't going to waste a second.

Then, he pressed her with his chest, right onto the wide window. Her tits squished against the cold glass and his spread fingers, nipples flattening and spreading with each bounce of her body. It was obscenely beautiful. He could imagine himself buried inside her for hours if this went on.

"Anything off the trolley…"

"Fuck!" Dudley moved fast and pulled out of Daphne's unholy, hot sinful cunt. Knowing there wasn't enough time, he quickly grabbed Daphne's black, school cloak that was laying on the side. "Sit."

Daphne was also fast and quickly put on the cloak and covered her torso, knowing there wasn't enough time.

Woosh!

"Anything off the trolley, dears?"

The door opened, and Dudley was sitting opposite of Daphne. He knew his hair was a mess, same for Daphne. He didn't know what the woman must be thinking.

"I'll take the caramel pop and a few…" He quickly bought some chocolates and handed her the money.

Woosh!

The door slid shut again and Dudley heaved a sigh of relief. He then looked at Daphne, her eyes constantly focused on him, her lips pursed together, and her legs… spread wide under the cloak. There was movement on her shoulder.

She's touching herself?

Understandable. Neither of them had come.

Let's make it interesting.

Quickly, Dudley unwrapped a small, caramel chocolate candy, the size of a walnut. Then, he placed it in his mouth and moved towards her.

"Not done yet, Daphne."

He flipped the cloak off her chest.

Her breasts were gorgeous, full, perky, and delicately shaped. Light pink buds stood proud on small, perfect areolas. Between her parted legs, her flushed pussy glistened. Rosy, plump, and aching for more.

"Here… stand for me."

She obeyed, letting him guide her up. He pushed her, this time pressing her back gently to the large window. With one hand, he hooked under her right leg and lifted it, balancing her, stretching her. The other hand freed his cock, still hard, still leaking with her juices. And then, he slammed back in.

"Uuuugh!" Daphne groaned in pleasure.

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