Slender arms, a tiny waist. Her muscles were not pronounced, and yet she didn't have an ounce of excess fat anywhere on her body.
"What do you think of your daughter, Cissy?"
"Does my mother have to see this?" the girl asked as she covered her body. She had forgotten about her mother because of the ongoing conversation.
"Why shouldn't she?" he asked as one of his hands caressed his cousin's waist. Her skin was soft and delicate, it was white as milk. You could see how carefully she cared for her. "You've seen her, haven't you?"
"Mph," she simply sighed wearily. "Do what you want." Her arms at her sides, her face was stone. Her occlumancy was working overtime to keep her reactions from showing.
A small sigh escaped her nose as Altair began to gently caress her buttocks. With a wave of his wand, the W-phone began to fly, allowing Narcissa to see her daughter's open sensuality on different angles.
"You didn't answer, Auntie."
"She's beautiful. More beautiful than I was at her age," she said with a little affection in her words. You must be pleased with her, Master," there was a real subservience in her voice, perhaps she hoped Altair would change his plans regarding Draco.
Altair was angry with her for not telling her about her son's appointment as Lord Black. She hadn't even found out, it was Arcturus who had contacted him directly.
"When I'm done with her, I will compare the elasticity of her pussy and yours, Cissy."
"Do you have to be so vulgar?" the girl asked in disgust.
"You're the only naked little bitch," he could almost hear her gnashing her teeth. "Don't worry, I won't leave you alone in this. Undress me," she opened her arms.
"You expect me to...?"
"Do it, Cassie," her mother said in a firm voice. Narcissa was completely unconcerned that her daughter was about to be fucked by her niece. The girl might as well enjoy it. She hoped Altair would grow fond of her and forgive her family. She could make Draco lose his heritage as a black so that Altair could forgive him.
She didn't feel bad about almost killing her husband. At that point in her life, she was able to fake tears. She didn't mind fooling her own daughter. Cassie could survive on her own, Draco couldn't. 'If Draco had been born with a pussy,' she dismissed the idea.
The girl glanced at her mother, her eyes a little treacherous.
Her hands went to Altair's robes, which she easily removed from him. She undid his red tie and tossed it carelessly to the floor. Then it was the white shirt he was wearing, she unbuttoned it one by one, exposing his chest and abs. Another girl would be drooling at this moment, but she just looked at him like a surgeon in the middle of an operation. Without desire, she had only one goal in mind.
She walked around him to remove his shirt. Then, from behind him, she began to undo his belt. Her arms wrapped around his waist as her breasts rubbed against his muscular back.
"Cassie, it would be much better if you showed a little desire."
"I didn't ask for your opinion, Mother," the girl replied coldly.
The belt fell to the floor. Her hands undid the button that held the trousers together and unzipped them. The trousers fell by themselves.
"You should have taken his shoes off first, dear," Altair was amused to see Narcissa correcting her daughter on how to undress him. "Haven't you ever been with a man?"
"I'm not a hungry whore like you," her daughter exploded at her. "I wouldn't be in this situation if you weren't a slut who thinks with your pussy," Narcissa remained silent.
"That was harsh, cousin," the girl looked at him as he lifted one leg, his pants loose enough to come off even with his shoes on. Besides, she's right, you should have taken his shoes off first," she knelt down to remove his trousers.
Then she unlaced each of his shoes from the floor. The girl looked at the size of Altair's feet and how big his veins was. She looked up slightly to see his arms. She could see the blood vessels like the roots of a tree. She almost swallowed.
She began to feel small in front of him. She wasn't short. Altair was just that big.
"All done," she whispered to him as she tried to stand.
"No," Altair stopped her with a hand on her shoulder. He pointed to the only garment missing.
Cassiopeia Malfoy brought her hand to the edge of her cousin's underwear, holding the elastic down. The girl watched as a monstrosity was released from its prison.
"It looks like you're using some kind of spell to make it bigger. When you were with Mother, you were bigger," the girl teased him.
"Do you prefer the size I used with your mother's?" he asked her. The blonde remained silent. Altair waited for some kind of movement from the girl, but nothing happened.
"Ahem, Cassiopeia. Suck it," the girl closed her eyes in annoyance at her mother's words.
'He'll come faster that way,' she comforted herself with these words.
"To see a mother guiding her daughter through her first blowjob is exciting. I almost want to fuck them together."
"Don't even think about it," the young blonde said indifferently.
Altair smiled mysteriously.
"Cassiopeia. Take the base of the penis and masturbate it a little," the girl followed her mother's instructions with a straight face. Her mother was a certified bitch, she would help here. "That's right, girl, now stick out your tongue and lick the shaft, no, not the tip. Leave that for later" she obeyed reluctantly, her tongue beginning to run along the shaft, the blonde able to feel each of the veins with her tongue. She felt the member harden in her hand, it was intimidating. "Spit, I'm sure it's delicious enought to make your mouth waterly," the girl swallowed the desire to vomit as she heard her mother's voice, almost yearning. "Spread it out with your hand, no, don't touch the glans yet, let it become more sensitive, let him desire you to do it."
"Damn bitch," Altair chuckled, his anger at Draco fading with his sister's tongue. A feeling of conquest surged through his chest. "Draco wanted Lavender and now his big sister is eating my dick," both women ignored his words in favour of attacking his cock.
"Take one of his testicles in your mouth and suck on it gently," Narcissa started to get horny. "There, there," she praised her daughter as she heard a slight moan from Altair. "Keep wanking that big cock, daughter. It's big enough to be fun," she started to undress herself. Altair said nothing when he looked at her.
She sat on the bed where her husband slept under the effects of a sleeping potion. The wizard wouldn't notice. She moved the mobile phone so that it focused perfectly on her body, she wanted to please Altair, Draco's forgiveness wouldn't be bought on its own. Her hand began to caress her mature pussy above. She let out a sensual moan, a little too exaggerated for Altair to hear.
"Your mother's a whore, Cass. Oh, Morgana! Apparently you're not much different from her," he said as the girl moved from one testicle to the other. The young wizard felt the need to masturbate his glans.
"Suck the glans now, Cassiopeia," Narcissa's voice overflowed with desire, a desire that was calculated and, to some extent, acted upon.
The young witch moved, leaving the sack and sliding her tongue over the red tip of the huge cock. Months ago, Altair would have come for this, but the experience had made him more resistant to pleasure. Part of him was sad, but his pride in being able to make a woman come more than once was greater.
Altair arched his back and began to caress the girl's ass, it was round and cheeky. In perfect proportion to her body. One of his fingers traced the crack of her pussy as the girl continued to give her head.
"Are you wet, Cass?"
"It's hard not to get wet with that cock, nephew," Narcissa said as she slid her fingers into her pussy, the other caressing her tit. She wanted to take it slowly, following the rhythm of Altair and Cass, and she will put her own fist in her pussy when her daughter moan Altair's name. "Put the head in your mouth, daughter. Yes, perfect!" she would have applauded if she had had both hands free. Suck hard, they love that," she spoke as if she were a gourmet cock taster. Her instructions came from the conversations she had had with Rosmerta. She felt a surge of anger at the thought of the waitress. "Cradle his balls with one hand and continue to masturbate him with the other. That's right, my love, very good!" More and more fingers entered her pussy. Take it out of your mouth," she said after a few minutes. "Go back to his testicles, put them both in your mouth. Open wide, child."
Cassiopeia followed each command to the letter. If it weren't for the occlusion, she wouldn't be able to hide the blush on her cheeks, although at this point it could be justified by the way she was sucking her cousin's balls.
"Mph," she let out a muffled moan as Altair's fingers ran up and down her pussy. Sometimes he even stroked her anus above. 'Merlin, finish quickly,' the heat in her virgin pussy grew more intense. It wouldn't be long before she started to get really wet.
"Merlin!" If anything comforted Cassiopeia, it was hearing Altair's breathing getting faster.
"Spits a lot on his glans," she obeyed like a robot, swallowing her own body's desire. "Take him as deep as you can, don't touch his cock with your teeth," Narcissa had four fingers in her pussy, she could feel her orgasm coming closer. "Take the head out now and then and give him a good hard jerk. That's it girl, don't let him get used to any sensation."
Altaír stuck a finger in her pussy, the girl instinctively tried to move away from his hand, moving forward, and with his cock in her throat she involuntary got another piece in. The dark-haired man stood up as he watched the blonde hair move back and forth on his cock. The girl managed to bring him to orgasm with one blow.
"You have a talent for this, cousin. I'm about to come," he said as he squeezed his buttocks, feeling his orgasm building. "Take it all, don't spill a drop," Altair began to come in her mouth.
Cassiopeia felt a slightly sweet taste, not cloying, caress her tongue. She tasted the liquid with curiosity. She swallowed it all calmly. She looked at her cousin, who was standing at his full height again. Cassiopeia's eyes were still cold and vacant.
"Ah!" The girl removed the cock from her mouth as she felt it stop cumming.
Cassiopeia knew it wasn't over. She wasn't stupid, she'd seen the video. She was afraid.
Afraid of sinking as deeply into pleasure as her mother had. Sucking his cock and feeling his hand caress her vagina, she began to understand her mother.
"She's pretty good, isn't she, Altair?" her mother seemed to be recovering, she had cummed at some point. Cassiopeia looked at the W-phone from a distance, the image was a bit blurry, but she could see her mother's legs spread.
That was what she feared. To reach the same level of degeneration as her mother. Masturbating while watching her own daughter being abused.
"Not bad for a virgin," Altair's cock was far from soft.
Cassiopeia looked at him resignedly.
She was a daughter of the Black and Malfoy Houses and had a duty to her family.
'I can do better than you,' she remember her mother's face on the video, her face out of focus as she was being penetrated anally. She took this as a personal challenge, Altair would not be able to break her. She was not her mother.
She was not capable of seeing how her eyes began to desire Altair's cock. He did.