'I look like a whore.'
The cock inside her felt so good. So thick and long she could almost taste it. The pleasure of her vagina expanding around it was indescribable. Until recently she had thought of sex as a method of producing heirs.
'My father is an idiot.'
Now she understood her mother. Cassiopeia considered the idea that wizards couldn't feel such pleasure. 'Maybe I should give Draco and Dad some polyjuice potions so they can understand how Mum and I feel,' a dark thought, probably the product of the pleasure she felt at that moment.
Altair changed position. She moaned as his cock came out of her pussy.
"Don't take it out, keep fucking me!" she begged him, the little resistance she had left forgotten in the end.
Her cousin's laughter made her pussy even hotter. He no longer seemed like the little man she could intimidate when they were younger. Now he was more like the kind of man she wanted to get her pregnant.
'No... if he gets me pregnant, he'll stop fucking me,' she thought, making sure she took the contraceptive potion.
"You've started to be honest, cousin," he said as he laid her on her back on the cold floor, the girl feeling a chill from the change in temperature.
"Morgana! My pussy feels so stretched," she replied shamelessly.
What is shame in the face of the pleasure she felt?
A restriction she had avoided for years.
"You're more pleasant like this than when you're an insufferable bitch," their hips collided wildly. Altair could see her cousin's eyes roll back.
"Fuck me more often and I'll stop being a bitch, I swear."
The Malfoy girl began to beg to be treated like a sex toy.
Altair claimed the girl's lips. The blonde struggled to keep up, but eventually her body stopped responding to her the way she wanted it to. Her tongue made a mess as she tried to play with Altair's, drool running down her chin as repeated orgasms hit her, each one stimulating her brain more than the last.
The dark-haired man relished the sensation, the way she squeezed with each orgasm, the way she seemed desperate for his touch even though she seemed indifferent at first.
Altair slid a finger into her anal cavity. The girl jumped, biting her own tongue.
"Keep fucking me, I don't care where"
"With pleasure," Altair's thumb dug into the girl, who only made a small sound of surprise and bit her lips hard.
The normally calm and cold face became stupid and dirty. It glistened with sweat and saliva.
Altair could feel his own orgasm coming on.
"I'm going to finish, Cassie."
"Finish inside me, please!" The girl wrapped her legs around his waist. Altair granted her wish, and soon large amounts of milk began to flow into the tight pussy of pure blood. "Merlin, it feels so hot," the girl's arms were around Altair's neck, so it was her breath that tickled his ears.
'If she gets pregnant, I'll take care of the baby while they're at Hogwarts. It'll be like training Draco's children,' Narcissa thought as she tried to move her hands to her pussy. She could feel the pool of wetness between her legs and looked at her nephew with pleading eyes.
He didn't look back at her. He was too busy removing his finger from his cousin's anus. The finger came out clean, but he sent a cleansing spell to her anus.
"Lick me," the girl devoured his fingers greedily, her eyes closed. She tasted it as if it were the sweetest, most delicious candy she had ever tasted. Altair's fingers ended up glistening as Cassiopeia's tongue bathed them in saliva.
The blonde finally suppressed her nauseous reflexes as her cousin's fingers went deep into her mouth.
"Put them in me," she asked him as soon as his fingers were out of her mouth.
The girl felt her insides expand again, this time not her vagina but her anus. Before, when she was being fucked, that sensation had been mixed with the pleasure coming from her pussy. Now she could feel the fingers all the way inside her.
It was incredibly exciting. He made her feel like a slut, getting pleasure from such a dirty place.
"You seem eager."
"I want more cock. Shall I lubricate it with my mouth too?" she asked, sticking out her tongue.
Altair wrapped both knees around her face as she took his cock in one hand and guided it to her mouth. He began to spit and lick it, trying to soak it in saliva. From time to time she would tap her face with his cock.
His fingers began to explore her ass, not going in and out, but beginning to spread, trying to touch as much of the inside of her anus as possible.
The girl sought her own pleasure, her hands going to her pussy as she slid three fingers inside.
'I have missed this for so long,' the girl thought as she felt the cock in her hand, her cousin's fingers in her ass and her own in her vagina. She managed to feel the sweet taste she had tasted of her pussy juices minutes ago. She wondered if every woman tasted the same.
She knew she would become addicted to it, she knew she had lost, that she was no different from her mother. 'No, I am different. I am tighter and younger, he will fuck me more often,' she consoled herself as she put more effort into his cock. Her tongue went to his balls while her hand gave him a wet hand job.
The sound of the hand jerking, like that of a wading pool, was dirty in her ears, which made her hornier.
"If you keep this up, I might end up coming in your mouth again," Altair said, standing up.
"Come as many times as you can, I just want you to finish on my body, I don't care where," the girl felt her body move, her breasts landing on the hard, cold floor. She instinctively spread her buttocks with her hands, presenting a meal fit for kings.
"How much do you want me to fuck you, Cass?" he asked her as the tip of his cock brushed against her anus, sending a spell of lubricant to make the job easier.
"A lot, I'd do anything for you to fuck me," she wiggled her ass for him.
The dark-haired man found it hard not to enter her at that moment. The sight was so tempting that he had to use occlusion to keep his cool.
"Whatever? If I asked you to be my slave, would you do it?" he asked her as he pulled out a piece of paper.
"As long as my role is that of a sex slave," there was no discretion in her eyes. There was no decency or politeness, just the wild and primal desire to be fucked.
"Sign."
She obeyed without hesitation, even if she didn't understand everything it meant, her agreement was enough.
Altair let his body fall on top of hers, his cock quickly inside her.
"Ahgh!" A cry, half pleasure, half pain, escaped her lips. "Slowly," Altair took her wrists as he fucked her harder and more brutally than he had fucked her that night.
[Increased Sensations: Pleasure] x4
The girl stopped complaining as a squirt began to come from her pussy. His tongue found a perfect spot just outside her mouth as her mind took breaks between consciousness and unconsciousness.
"Narcissa, you can talk and masturbate while you watch your daughter," the blonde's moans resumed immediately. Altair didn't need to look at the mobile phone to know that she had her hand in her cunt. Altair concentrated on the pressure he felt on his cock as it tightened with each of her cousin's orgasms.
He started counting sheep to delay his orgasm.
'Why do I delay it?,' he wondered, he would get hard as soon as he came.
"Mein, m'ass!" the girl stammered as she felt the cum filling her anus. Her moans were guttural and wild. Looking at her face, you couldn't imagine her moaning like that with a huge piece of meat up her ass.
For the rest of the night, Altair continued to use her body as he saw fit. After all, she was his property, just like Narcissa. Just as all that belongs to the Malfoys will pass into his hands.
Altair mixed physical and mental pleasure in a final, powerful orgasm inside the girl's cunt.
By this time the girl was covered in cum. Like her mother, her hand and pussy were numb as she breathed heavily.
Altair turned her cousin over. Her knees and tits were scraped from the friction against the floor, but she didn't care, a little pain wouldn't kill her. Her eyes were open, and her tongue was out.
Altair cast a Lumus spell near her eyes as her pupils constricted. She was unconscious, but unharmed.
[Instant Recovery] did not work on her, as she was not part of the coven. Her slave status only applied to Altair.
Altair was tired too. Fucking for three hours was no easy task.
"Narcissa," he said to the blonde MILF.
"Yes, how can I help you, sir?" Her voice was sensual and charming, her body glistening with sweat and seductive.
"Remember my earlier plans? I've changed my mind." Her smile became bigger. "You're not going to kill Lucius. I want you to destroy his magical core, to turn him into a squib. I'm sure you can do it, can't you?"
"And what will happen to Draco?" The witch didn't care about her husband, she only cared about her son.
"He will become Lord Malfoy. He is of age now, and Lucius will no longer be suitable for the position. You and Cassiopeia will lead him. You will unite House Malfoy with House Black, all the wealth and knowledge, all the lands, and the businesses. Everything. If Draco refuses... Do I have to say it?"
"I assume you will take over the position of Lord Black," the witch asked him.
"Or I will destroy it," he replied.
"Can you let Draco keep a small fortune? I will make him leave Britain and..."
"Do you think I will forget so easily and forgive him? Or that I will forgive you?" Narcissa's face soured, she thought her whole act would convince him to give Draco a good life.
"I... did you remember Carrow? I've been digging up dirt on him. I can arrange a meeting for you at any time." She looked at him with hope in her eyes.
"That scores you points," Altair started to dress. "But not enough. I was thinking of tearing off Draco's cock and serving it at a banquet for him and Lucius. Not for you or Cassiopeia, don't worry. The only cock you'll have inside will be mine. But now that you've made me a little happy, Draco will keep his penis. Make sure you find a way to make him sterile," he finished, fastening his shoelaces with magic.
"How will he live?" Narcissa believed time would soften her nephew's heart. 'Perhaps if Cassiopeia has his child,' she thought.
"I needed house-elves." The Malfoy matriarch's face turned white, all the joy she had felt earlier was insignificant at this moment.
"Altair, please."
"When Cassiopeia wakes up," he ignored her, "give her the same rules as you."
"My son," she insisted weakly. There were tears in her eyes.
"If Draco behaves... perhaps in the future I'll arrange for him to marry a house-elf," Altair said. "Cassiopeia will return the W-phone to me at breakfast. She will smile at me in front of everyone," there was no longer any need to keep everything a secret.
[Mission accomplished: Revenge tastes best when it's a hot cunt!
Goal accomplished: Take Malfoy's women for yourself! No consent required.
Reward: 100 status points. 3 Reset tokens of the status cost]
As he stared up at the starry sky, he imagined Draco's face tomorrow. He was a small insect now. A nasty one. One destined to be crushed, poisoned by his own family.