Chapter 39

Dudley had seen and done a lot of crazy things since coming back in time. And yet, somehow… this took the cake. Maybe it was because he was still struggling to put together the night before. He hadn't gotten black out drunk or anything like that, but the craziness of the night was still making everything seem a little surreal and foggy in his head.

And yet, the proof was in the pudding as they liked to say. Here he was, the morning after… receiving a blowjob of all things from Fleur Delacour. The part veela is as naked as she was the moment he met her, and is currently laid out between his legs, bobbing up and down on his cock like the gorgeous little fire bird that she is.

As her lips suction along his length and her head moves up and down, her eyes are fixed on his face, clearly soaking in every little fragment of pleasure Dudley is currently experiencing. He can't hide it… her mouth feels really good wrapped around his cock. Easily in the top five women he's ever had, most of whom have been since he traveled to this new timeline.

He hasn't changed his mind from last night either. He's definitely going to marry Fleur Delacour, come hell or high water. Whatever it takes, he wants her as his wife. There's just some sort of… connection between the two of them. And sure, maybe he's thinking with his dick at the moment. Maybe having her mouth wrapped around his cock is fogging up his brain just a little bit.

But Dudley doesn't think for a second that he's wrong to want to make her his wife. A gorgeous French witch from a powerful French family like the Delacours? With a grandmother who's not only young enough looking to be her older sister, but also the French Minister of Magic? Yeah, Fleur had connections… and hell, so did Dudley. It was a match made in heaven, the way he saw it.

There was one small thing muddying the waters though. It was about what had happened the night before. How… the night had ended. Because, contrary to what one might assume from the scene painted so far, last night had NOT ended with Dudley buried inside of Fleur's delectable quim, pounding away at her pussy and making her his woman. No… it's actually gone quite differently.

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The match between the Irish and Bulgarian Teams was honestly astounding and quite the rousing sight. The Irish had ended up winning by ten points, in spite of the Bulgarian seeker, a man named Viktor Krum, managing to get the Snitch at the last second.

After such a close game, the celebrations were stupendous. Everyone filed out of the stadium… only to go straight to partying. The occupants of the Minister's Box, Dudley included, were all escorted by armed Aurors to the Minister's Tent, a structure that looked fairly self-important on the outside, but even MORE so on the inside. The outside of the Minister's Tent looked like a miniature version of a city hall. But the inside? The inside had the space of a massive circus tent, and all the amenities of a full blown banquet.

Dudley wouldn't lie, he'd enjoyed the festivities quite a lot. He and Draco had been limited to Butterbeer by the adults, but even Butterbeer was a mildly alcoholic. That, combined with a shit ton of good food, had been more than enough to get Dudley feeling a little tipsy… almost like he was high on life in a way. It was the best he'd felt in a long time, in fact.

To top it all off though, he'd found himself surrounded by not one, not two, but THREE different beautiful women. Draco had his own veela attention to contend with in the form of Apolline and her youngest daughter Gabrielle. Dudley was left with Fleur and her grandmother Emma… but also Tiffany Umbridge.

He could admit it. Tiffany's aunt Dolores was a simpering toad of a woman. The Undersecretary didn't have a single redeeming quality, save for perhaps her sycophantic loyalty to Cornelius Fudge, Minister of Magic. Her niece Tiffany on the other hand, was another story. Sure, Tiffany wore all pink just like her aunt, but unlike Dolores, Tiffany actually pulled it off.

She was a perky, bubbly blonde who seemed to be quite good at her job… and more than that, she was a fun conversation partner. Dudley found this out after they ended up in one of the guest rooms of the Minister's Tent alongside Emma Dubois and Fleur Delacour… only for the two veela to pass out on them, rather than do anything fun!

It would appear that the night was a little bit too much for the two French women, because the moment they'd seen the bed, they'd collapsed onto it in each other's arms, sleeping away as Dudley had stared at them, utterly flabbergasted.

Tiffany was his saving grace in that moment (though if she hadn't been there, Dudley can't say he would have been above fucking Fleur and Emma in their sleep, truth be told) and before he knew it, one thing had led to another and he was snogging the blonde right there on the edge of the bed. Despite being biologically older than him and having no idea the truth of his circumstances, Tiffany definitely hadn't seemed to mind.

In fact, she'd encouraged him to unbutton her blouse and stick his hand into her shirt, playing with her bra-clad tits until the bra too could be removed. She'd extracted his cock from its confines at the same time and toyed with his member while giving him a confident smile and asking him if he was enjoying himself. Dudley had very much enjoyed himself with Tiffany Umbridge. She was… an exceptional woman, and unlike their sleeping bedmates, she didn't even have veela heritage to lean back on. Everything she was… was her own doing.

Dudley found that admirable to say the least, and one thing had quickly led to another yet again. That was really the only way he could possibly describe what had happened. They'd gone from snogging and feeling one another up, to Tiffany climbing into his lap, her skirt hiked up and her complete lack of panties proving to be serendipitous indeed as she'd dropped herself onto his cock.

From there, they'd fucked. It was an interesting experience, because Dudley wasn't in complete control like he usually tended to be. Whether it was his aunt Lily, Hermione, his Animagus Professor and Headmistress, or even Molly Weasley… Dudley had almost always been in complete control.

With Tiffany, he got the impression that that wasn't the case. She was happy to let him take control if he wanted to, but also equally happy to direct the pace of things. And so Dudley had let her, for a time. She'd bounced up and down on his cock slowly while letting him penetrate her deeply. At the same time… they'd talked. They'd discussed the future, specifically his future and his plans for after Hogwarts.

Dudley had lots of plans, to be fair. He even mentioned his newest plan to Tiffany, of one day marrying Fleur Delacour. The perky blonde had been incredibly supportive of the idea. She'd told him it showed he had a good head on his shoulders, that he was already scouting out such amazing opportunities. Dudley had felt… appreciated.

That said, he'd also felt just a little coddled. It was obvious that for all she wasn't treating him like some kid, she WAS acting as though she was more experienced than him. And that just wouldn't do. So, after a while of her riding his cock and bouncing up and down on his lap, Dudley had spun them both over, pinned her to the bed, and taken her to pound town in a proper mating press.

She'd been quite responsive to that, moaning up a storm underneath him as he'd dicked her down hard and fast. Dudley honestly couldn't say what came over him, save for maybe the Butterbeer, deliciously rich food, and all around good feelings he'd been bombarded with all night long. It had been an excellent event, capped off by an awesome after party, and finally ended with him ball's deep in a beautiful woman… albeit, NOT the woman he intended to make his wife.

And yet, he'd still decided to cum inside of her. He hadn't really thought about it at the time, but that was what he'd done. He'd gone and filled Tiffany Umbridge with his seed, not really thinking about what it might mean for the future. After all, everyone else he'd ever fucked, it didn't matter if he knocked them up. It didn't matter if he came inside. They were his toys. They were his tools.

Tiffany was not. She was, at best, on loan from the Minister, sent to keep him company for the night and make sure he and the two veela who had latched onto him didn't get into too much trouble. At worst, she was seeking an opportunity to get some sort of leverage over him… and he'd gone and given it to her by creampieing her silly.

She'd enjoyed every moment of it, at least that much Dudley could be sure of. And yet, at the same time… he'd gone to sleep slightly troubled, surrounded by beautiful women and delicious naked feminine flesh.

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Coming back out of the memory, Dudley is still a little troubled, frowning as he looks down at Fleur Delacour, who continues to greedily gargle his cock with all her might. Then, finally, he looks up across the room to the other two occupants.

There, sat in a chair with the French Minister of Magic down between her legs, is Secretary Tiffany Umbridge. The perky blonde has a lazy grin on her face as she watches one of the magical world's leaders eat his seed from the night before out of her cunt. However, she clearly feels him watching her, because after a moment Tiffany's gaze lifts and she makes eye contact with him from across the way.

She gives him a knowing smile, as if somehow reading his mind.

"Not to worry, Lord Dursley. I've already made sure to neutralize your potent seed so it would not take. The French Minister is just collecting what she can with her tongue as a morning snack~ I can assure you; I have no intention of committing line theft against you."

Blinking, Dudley finds himself a little bit at a loss. Luckily, Tiffany is able to see this with some ease and happily fills in the details.

"Given our difference in age, if I were to be found pregnant with your child, the assumption would be that I coerced you into having sex unless you spoke up in my defense. You are a Wizard Lord, but also a Hogwarts Student, after all. Things get a little muddy. That said, if I did get pregnant and you took issue with that fact, you could decry me as a thief. Both public opinion and the law itself would be on your side. I would like to remain free… so I took my own precautions to make sure no unfortunate accidents could happen."

… Huh. That was a lot more than he was expecting. But he supposed it made sense. This society he found himself in WAS largely a patriarchy, wasn't it? So of course the laws would land on the side of the man over the woman most of the time. And on top of that, it was something of an Aristocracy as well, so of course the law would land on the side of the Lord over the simple secretary as well.

Dudley looks at Tiffany in a new light. She's not just a bubbly blonde who's really good at her job… nor is she an opportunist seeking to get leverage on him, not truly. Instead, she's a scarily intelligent woman just trying to carve a place out for herself in a society that largely didn't appreciate her smarts.

Of course, there was the question of how much she relied on Beauty Charms. Would she always be this smart, or would she go the way of every other witch he'd ever seen… well, save for her aunt, actually. Dolores Umbridge didn't seem to utilize Beauty Charms. Or if she did, she was even worse off than Dudley had thought.

It's into this ensuing thoughtful silence that Tiffany clears her throat and speaks up.

"That said, Lord Dursley… I get the impression that you may not know some of these things that most of our society takes for granted… it would be my pleasure to be your tutor… if you would have me."

… Ah, so that was her play. Dudley understands now. More than that, he approves. A smile flickers across his face and he gives Tiffany a nod that sees her smiling back at him, relief in her eyes. Just in time too, because the next moment both of them are distracted as Fleur and Emma finally decide to take issue with being ignored.

For Tiffany, this means that the French Minister of Magic pulls her wand from seemingly nowhere and swishes it, conjuring up some magical rope that not only binds the Secretary to her chair, but also slides between her lips, gagging her so she can't keep talking. Tiffany lets out a light 'eep!' as she and Dudley are both reminded that Emma Dubois IS the Minister of Magic and not just a whorish slut.

Of course, then Emma immediately dives back into Tiffany's muff without another word, returning to eating the blonde out like there's no tomorrow.

Dudley, meanwhile, is treated to Fleur not only redoubling her efforts and sucking his cock even harder, but also her hands coming up and grabbing hold of his hands. As she intertwines her fingers with his, the part veela catches his gaze once more and begins to properly deep-throat his dick, holding his hands and choking on his cock all at the same time.

"Glughk! Glughk! Glughk!"

It's an incredibly intimate moment, Dudley has to admit. The handholding is almost lewder than the self-inflicted face fucking in all honesty. But to be fair, HE's the one who has already decided he's going to find a way to marry Fleur Delacour, isn't he? So can he really blame her… or be all that bothered by her acting so lovey dovey with him?

Letting out a heartfelt groan, Dudley tilts his head back for a moment in pure appreciation, before bringing his gaze back down. He smiles at Fleur, not sure when he's going to get to see her again or how he's going to court her from across the large body of water between their two countries. But one thing's for sure… he's definitely going to try.

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