Altair held the hips of the blonde waitress, who was in doggy style, while stretching her hole with his cock. The mature woman could withstand his thrusts even with a [Sensations increase] of x5.
"More, boy, fuck me harder!" she said as she pushed her own ass towards his pelvis.
Slap! Slap! Slap!
"Call me boy again, and I'll make my cock grow to the same size I used to stretch my aunt," Altair threatened as she slapped her fat behind.
Rosmerta bit the sheets, trying to contain her moans of pleasure and pain. Each spanking on her bottom made her hornier and hornier. The intense heat made the juices from her neglected pussy gush out.
She maneuvered enough to change position. She went back to a classic missionary position where the boy penetrates her from the front. In one of those thrusts she changed her cock hole.
'Maybe I can take it,' her drunken mind considered the possibility of being stretched like Narcissa. She took a quick look at the blonde. She lay unconscious, face down on the bed. Loads of semen were pouring out of both holes in the pure-blooded woman.
"Whore," she whispered between repeated breaths. Her attention could not be diverted from the young man plowing her wet hole.
Slap!
"Did I give you permission to change position?" Altair asked as he slapped her big tits. It was a little minigame, each thrust of his hips made them dance up and down and he had to find the right moment to slap them from the side.
Rosmerta gritted her teeth. The pain in her breasts was not as pleasurable as the spanking on her ass. But a feeling beyond the physical stopped her from telling her sir to stop.
"Are you going to do something about it, boy?" she said mockingly. She opened her eyes in surprise when she felt the cock inside her grow until it filled her completely. 'Wait, sir, we can ta-Ah!' Altair continued to fuck her while the woman. "Please!" she pleaded.
"You can fool yourself, but not me, Rosie. I can see the way your eyes sparkle as I fuck you. You know you won't find this anywhere else, do you? I'm the only person who will ever make you feel this full while fucking you for hours on end."
"Morgana! Yes! Destroy my pussy, sir. Fuck me until I can't feel my legs! Stretch me like you did that prissy little whore! Don't stop until I pass out from pleasure!" She brought her face closer to his to kiss him.
He did just that. He made his cock grow enough to feel her pussy squeeze him tightly.
Plap! Plap! Plap!
The sound of their hips colliding filled the room.
Altair remembered how this man-eater had almost drained him months ago. Back then, not even the x3 [Sensory Enhancement] could get the horny slut off his cock. 'It looks like she's gotten used to the x5 now'. She was enjoying it. Altair could hear her moans and see how her eyes looked at him like a silly schoolgirl.
It wasn't enough. Altair's biggest challenge was to keep this whore satisfied. She was a gold mine that would bring more pure-blooded women to his bed.
[Increase sensations Level 5 [Next level: 160,000 SP]]
Increase the stimuli received by the target. Pleasure and pain increase by 5x.
Level 5 has four sensation boost multipliers available.
Level 5 does not allow the individual use of pleasure or pain enhancement.
He had bought level 5 sometime between Christmas and March, the month he was currently in.
Lav, Harley, Luna, Padma. None of them could get used to the 5x multiplier.
But Rosmerta.
"Can't you give me more?" she shouted as her hand furiously masturbated her clitoris. She seemed to expect more and more surprises, as Altair used to give her.
"Are all MILFs such whores?" he asked her as he brought his hands to her neck.
"All you need to do is put a child in my womb to turn me into one," she replied, her voice weaker due to the pressure Altair was exerting on her neck. "Don't you want to drink milk from my breasts? You've given me so much in my pussy that it wants to return the favor," she held one of his forearms with her free hand. She made no real effort to stop him as she gritted her teeth.
Consciousness was beginning to escape her. Still, her hand was slaping her own cunt.
"With those cow udders you could feed all the inhabitants of Hogsmeade. Too bad for them that I will never let them taste it." He watched as her eyes rolled back and a stupid smile formed on her face.
She crossed her legs behind her, her grip was weak, but her intention was not.
"I'm about to, sir. Cum with me, please! Let me feel your milk inside me!" Her hands and legs applied more force as she came, her hand on her pussy squeezing her button hard, sending shocks of pain and pleasure as she came. Altair unloaded a load of semen inside her pussy. "AHHH!" the busty waitress screamed as she felt it thicken even more in her vagina. For a moment she feared that his cock would pass her cervix and reach her uterus.
"Take it all, you fucking cow!" Altair remained inside her for long seconds as he came.
Both ended up tired and sweaty. At that moment, the Ravenclaw looked at the two mature women on the bed. Narcissa is face down and Rosmerta is face up.
He closed his eyes as he remembered why he was here.
[Mission: Revenge tastes better when it's a warm pussy!
Objective: Take Malfoy's women for yourself! Consent is not necessary.
Progress: 0/2
Reward: 100 status points. 3 reset tokens of status points]
'Nothing?', he thought, unsurprised, as he looked at his unconscious aunt with his fluids inside her.
"Take Malfoy women for yourself!"
'I understand. They want total submission, right?' Fucking her once wouldn't complete the mission. He needed her to be his. There are ways to achieve that which don't require the other person's consent.
[Slave mark (single use): 100,000 SP]
Marks the target as the host's property. The target will retain their own will, which will follow that of their master. Needs the target to agree to become a slave (even if reluctantly).
He dislikes the situation a little. He wanted them to throw themselves at him, despite hating him. He had to bring his plans forward.
[Status]
Altair Regulus Asmodeus (House Black)
Race: Human-Demon Hybrid.
Title: Lustful.
Profession: Magician.
Mana (Evans): 6048
Health: 100%
[Physical]
Speed: 31 (+: 25,600)
Strength: 29(+: 25,600)
Reflexes: 38 (+: 25,600)
Endurance: 26(+: 25,600)
Vitality: 34 (+: 25,600)
[Spirit]
Intelligence: 27 (+: 102,400)
Wisdom: 24 (+: 51,200)
Soul: 100 (+: 100)
[SP: 127,000]
Altair updated his status continuously over the last 3 months.
He noticed several frustrating things. One is how his Evans increased differently now.
It is the sum of (Int100) + (Int*wis) + (Int*Soul)
This changed the moment he hit his father's face.
[You have felt your soul]
Soul stat x2!
Increase in magical power: (Int*Soul)
When he wished to see Asmodeus die, he let all his hatred loose in a punch. According to Dumbledore, he used a mixture of demonic magic that works according to the imagination and the magic of the wizarding world that works based on intention. He wished for his father's death and imagined his head crushed under his hands.
His intention came from wisdom and his imagination came from his soul.
Being close to death, he was able to feel his own soul.
At least that's what the old headmaster said.
The [Mediocre magician] trait was removed. Altair was more indifferent to this fact. He was no longer mediocre, but he wasn't good either. He was strong for his year and for Hogwarts in general.
'Not for the demons outside,' he thought as he touched his chest. There was a phantom pain where his father hit him. It took him a week to recover his lung. It was quick. Even Pomfrey was amazed at his recovery.
Bella had broken ribs and internal damage. The phoenix's tears saved her life. She was quieter since then, almost as if she had regained some sense of sanity.
Every time he closed his eyes, Altair could replay the scene in his head. His dreams often turned into nightmares. He lost everything. Lavender, Harley, Luna...
According to Altair's calculations, the mission of her revenge on the Malfoys would give her enough power to never feel that shame again. That's why, despite his desire to take his time, she hurried. He has a lifetime ahead of his to subdue the Malfoys.
'After her, I will go to cousin Cassie'.
Altair walked towards the bed. His beautiful aunt was sitting there. She looked like a whore from Knockturn Alley. A pool of semen between her legs, her sweaty skin and her smeared makeup were nothing like the haughty witch who used to bewitch his cock when he was a boy.
"You've messed your hair, Lady Malfoy," he said, holding her face.
"Altair," her voice was soft and loving, even her eyes looked at him affectionately.
Without being asked, she took his cock in her hands, brought it close to her face and opened her mouth, letting her tongue out.
She licked the glans and let it enter her oral cavity. Then she used all the strength of her jaw to bite it.
Or to try.
Slap!
A simple smack took her away from her nephew's cock.
"That wasn't very polite. Auntie."
"Aren't you finished yet?" She asked him calmly. Her head was tilted to one side as her cold eyes now looked at him.
"No. I haven't started yet. Those are not the eyes that an inferior being should have," those were the words Narcissa said to him when Altair found out that Daphne Greengrass would be Draco's new concubine.
[You have purchased]:
[Slave brand (single use): 100,000 SP]
[SP: 27,000]
"You want to make this hard, Lady Malfoy?"