She licked the blood and semen from her lips. There was a hint of obsession in her eyes. 'She's going to give me trouble', he regretted sleeping with her a little, just a little.
"Ahhh!" she moaned as she stretched from the floor a lazy, guttural sound. "Bon appetit," she said as she stood up. She took drops of semen on her fingers as she began to taste it. Her murmurs of satisfaction began to make Altair's cock hard again.
"I have questions," he sat on the shelf. A movement of his hand left it clean.
She looked at him, one of her fingers still inside her mouth. She sucked on it while looking him in the eyes.
"You have questions... do you know what I have?" the dark-haired boy raised an eyebrow. "Your wand," the boy's eyes widened as he searched the wand case he wore tied to his forearm. "See?" the golden wand appeared in the girl's hands. She took a long lick. "Metal instead of wood," she murmured with fascination.
"What are you?"
"Your mistress," she replied, pointing the wand at him. "Aren't you afraid?"
"Of you?" He had no reason to be afraid. The wand didn't work on most wizards, Ollivander hated it for that reason. It probably works on a different kind of magic: demonic magic or other kinds.
A red bolt of lightning grazed his cheek.
"Yes, me." The girl's gray eyes sparkled.
"I've been so wrong about you," he said, his hand caressing where the spell had grazed his cheek. Altair remembered her mother, whom he had met in Diagon Alley. She was tall and blonde, and incredibly beautiful. 'Veela?', Altair didn't feel like worshipping her or anything like that. "You're descended from some magical creature, aren't you?"
"You too," she replied. Her eyes penetrated straight into his. "Are you a incubus?"
"Cold. Are you part Veela?"
"Bin-go!" She separated the words into syllables as she answered.
She walked towards him, Altair never taking his eyes off the wand, he looked at the red spots adorning the golden ornamentation. Altair felt the wand dig into his neck.
"Boo!" In a quick movement, he twisted his neck and snatched the wand from her. A spell hit the wall behind them. "You should have kept your distance."
"The wand won't do you any good... you can act all cold as ice if you want, but I know you're hot," her hand wrapped around the circumference of his cock.
"Petrificus Totalus," he cast the spell at point-blank range, the girl's arms moved to her sides and her legs came together, she gave him an ugly look. "Why did I feel so weak after coming inside you?" he asked her.
Altair prevented her body from falling to the ground. He cradled her head in his lap. His erect cock fell on Violet's cheek. She looked at him in surprise. 'Right, she can't talk', he undid the spell in his head, and now she could move her neck upwards.
"My pussy is of a higher quality than anything you've tasted," she replied as she stuck out her tongue, using it to lick her cousin's cock.
"Answer without lying," Altair bought a large magic dildo from the store. It was shaped like a tentacle. The Black opened her eyes a little when she saw him pull an object out of nowhere.
"Ahhh! Put it deeper!" she moaned as the dildo seemed to take on a life of its own. [Increased sensations] x5 was activated. "Why did it stop?" she seemed disappointed when he turned it off.
"Because I controlled it," he replied.
"And I control you," she gave him that smile of hers as she licked her frenulum.
"You think you do?"
"I'm sure... I came to this room thinking about watching you fuck and checking out Fay's words. I wanted you to fuck me and you did, I wanted you to be rough and you were... you did everything I expected of you," she looked at him confidently, her tongue growing large enough to wrap around his cock.
"That I would fuck you was inevitable... I would do it at some point, just to fuck Potter over. You were just a little slut who threw herself at me, like many at Hogwarts," he replied, letting out a moan of pleasure as he felt her tongue run along the periphery of his cock.
"Lots of boys throw themselves at me too, you know? Weak and stupid boys... none of them capable of looking at me with lust, I'm an eighth part Veela, you know?" she rolled her eyes as she spit on his cock. "Everyone wants a trophy, except Potter... he really loved me," she laughed at that. "Too soft, I want something more... someone like me."
"And did I turn out to be that person?" Altair asked. He let the dildo move slowly. She let out a hiss of pleasure.
"Yes... you are everything I dreamed of," her gaze seemed loving. "I want to have you, to dominate you, you will be the first man in my coven," now it was Altair's turn to laugh out loud.
"Darling, at this point, you are auditioning to join mine."
She snorted, and for the first time, she seemed annoyed. As if she found his words stupid.
"Just because you're a magician? Morgan had dozens of men at his feet, I'm going to be-"
"Good luck with that... you want to form a coven? Go ahead. I won't join"
"I'm the best you've ever tasted, and that you will ever taste"
"You're a Veela, just like your sister... I remember her... she was a beautiful thing, she seemed so innocent. I asked myself how her face distorted when she reached orgasm."
"She's mine," there was a mysterious smile on Violet's face. "She'll obey my orders, not yours. Damn it!" the dildo began to rub against her g-spot.
"When she gets to Hogwarts, we'll find out," Altair said as he moved his face closer to hers, she seemed excited at the idea.
"You'll be mine before that happens."
"Yeah, yeah... now, you've avoided the question a lot. Why did I feel so weak after coming inside you?"
"Pets don't question their owners. Shit!" Altair activated the ability at 10x, then deactivated it and stopped the dildo. She was on the verge of orgasm. He took one of her nipples and began to make circles on it with his fingers.
"Do you want to come?"
"Do you think you can force me to talk like this?"
"I know a curse... one that turns all pleasure into pain... it might seem like a good idea to a little masochistic whore like you. But you'll find out it's not," he was getting impatient. "Speak."
Violet laughed through her teeth. 'He is everything I dreamed of, mother said I would never find a man capable of controlling me... you can do it, for now', she thought happily.
"It's a Black family spell, it steals the life force from your orgasm and gives it to me, that leaves you weak for a while. It would take an ordinary magician a few days to get back to normal... but you were never normal, were you? It took you a few seconds."
"Show me," Altair asked, more to test her reaction than anything else.
"Will you join my coven?"
"Never. But I'll let you join mine," she laughed out loud.
Violet awakened her heritage at the age of 12, when she began puberty. She grew up listening to her parents' screams and moans. Sex was never taboo in her family. Her mother even told her that she would use her abilities to gain power. Before she wanted to seduce an old wizard and fuck him to death, she was confident she could arouse the lust of the most chaste of wizards.
She would inherit a fortune and live a long and boring life.
"No," she replied. One good night was not proof enough. "You are not capable of controlling me," she got up. The spell of petrification has a more limited duration on magical beings.
"You can live thinking that you'll find someone better," he said. She smiled at his confidence. I won't force you, anyway. I got what I wanted from you," he said, throwing her cell phone.
As she sucked his cock, Altair snooped around on her cell phone. She didn't have a password, it was too weird that she would give it up, so she didn't consider it necessary to put one on.
Her eyebrows rose in surprise, her smile seemed weaker. She hurriedly checked his cell phone.
"Cassiopeia. What the hell do you want her for?" The W-Phone can track the last action taken on the device.
"It's none of your business," Altair looked at his hard cock reluctantly. 'It'll be uncomfortable to walk like this'.
"I'll have to ask her... or Draco... maybe Narcissa or Lucius," she put her cell phone under her chin. "They'll be wondering what their dear nephew is planning... I'm sure they know who the fuck you are, even if I don't. Maybe revealing your heritage will humble you. Does Lavender know?" She didn't miss a single second to tease him.
"No", given the slightest possibility that his identity would be leaked, the last thing he wanted was for his girlfriend to get involved. "You're a bitch, you know that".
"The best," she smiled at him with all her teeth. "Come back here," she leaned back against the wall, and lifted one of her legs, exposing her shaved vulva, with one hand she removed the dildo and dropped it to the floor. Altair did not see any trace of the semen that he had previously released there, as if it had been absorbed.