"Don't move your arms," he ordered.
"Yes, master," she replied in a singsong voice. She put her palms together and held them above her head, which was uncomfortable.
Altair began to lower his head. He left a trail of kisses from her chin down to her breasts and stomach.
He reached her most precious place. Using a cleansing spell, he removed the remains of fluids from their previous games. Her pussy was swollen and slightly red.
The black-haired man wasn't very fond of oral sex; in all his previous relationships, he had dominated the girls. So it didn't happen very often. In fact, he had only done it with Lavender a couple of times.
His tongue traced the folds of Harley's vagina. He marvelled at the way her body arched. He looked up. Her hands were clenched. She was trying hard not to move. Not to disobey his orders. This was the girl who had humiliated Cho Chang in the previous game. The same girl who had made the Asian girl eat her out a few hours ago.
She was so dominant, so fierce, yet so… submissive to him.
Harley had never had her master's tongue in her vagina before. Other girls' tongues had been there, but never his. She was always the one trying to please him and would never think of doing otherwise. But Morgana. His tongue was doing things to her that she couldn't put into words.
She didn't know whether it was because he was more experienced or because he was a man. His tongue seemed longer and rougher than a girl's.
She had a sudden urge to disobey his orders and move her hands to tangle them in his hair. To suffocate him with her pussy. It felt good to have him beneath her. She wondered if...
"Ahh!" she moaned when she felt his fingers enter her. A rush of pleasure ran down her spine. It was that trick again.
Altair's teeth closed around her clitoris, bringing a sensation of pain and pleasure that brought her to orgasm in seconds.
She shook her head. She had dominate other girls and enjoyed it, but Altair was no witch. He wasn't a slut like her and the others; he was more like a wolf or a dragon. Even beneath her, he could dominate her with ease. 'I wonder how she would punish me if...'
"You seem to be thinking stupid things," said Altair, slapping her sensitive pussy.
"Ouch!" she exclaimed, resisting the urge to reach down and caress herself. "I'm sorry, Master," she said, embarrassed.
Altair washed herself, bringing his fingers, drenched in her juices, to her mouth. She savoured the fluids as if they were an elixir created by Nicolas Flamel; as if she were tasting the elixir of life itself.
It wasn't the first time she had tasted herself. The man in front of her had made sure she knew her own flavor perfectly.
Altair's fingers left her mouth and before she could complain, his lips pressed against hers. She moaned into his mouth. How could she resist? She could taste herself on the lips of her beloved. What could be better than that? Her tongue explored his lips. She could feel her owner smiling against her. She felt better. If her teacher was happy, what did anything else matter?
A shiver ran through her body as her master's knee found its way between her thighs.
His body was much bigger than hers. Having him on top of her made her feel small and insignificant. That feeling made her pussy wetter.
"How are you going to take me today?" she asked, breaking away from the wet kiss. Her insides burned with desire to have him inside her.
"I'll let you choose," he said.
"Really"' she said sweetly. "But I've been a bad girl, daddy" she said, her face expressing genuine sadness.
"You're a little slut, aren't you?" Altair began to stare at the ceiling. His wand moved in patterns unknown to young Potter. Hook-shaped supports began to appear and she looked at them with a frown. Soon, he pulled a thin rope out of thin air.
[Rope of Eternal Ecstasy: a rope specialising in bondage. It is manipulated with the spell Vincula Luxuria. It can generate pleasure or pain depending on the owner's intentions. The spell works with the imagination of the caster, extending or shortening the rope according to their needs. It creates a sensation of constant movement on the skin. If there is animosity between the thrower and the receiver, the sensation will be uncomfortable. If there is affection or desire, it will be pleasant.]
Altair had bought it for 20,000 SP. It was time to try it out.
"Are you going to use it on me?" she asked.
"Do you see anyone else here?" She shook her head. "Vincula Luxuria," he said, and the rope moved as if it had a will of its own.
Up to this point, Harley had kept her hands together. She felt the rope crawl across her body like a snake. It felt like his master's caresses. She didn't even protest when the rope began to manipulate her body. Her legs ended up bent backwards, held in place by the rope at her ankles and thighs, and a few inches above and below her knees. Her heels touched her buttocks.
The rope continued to snake over her body. Altair continued to manipulate it with his wand. Soon, her body was completely imprisoned by the rope. Her private parts were exposed with the rope around her pubic area. The rope tightened around her breasts, causing discomfort and pleasure. Her abdomen resembled a spider's web, the knots serving as connections woven to perfection and sinking easily into her soft skin.
Her hands ended up tied at the wrists. Altair forced her to bring her palms together behind her neck and tied a knot near her elbows, leaving her arms in a similar position to her legs. The final knot connected the one at her heels and thighs to the one on her arms. He made sure to make her final step as comfortable as possible.
He hung her from several hooks in the ceiling. The magic rope stabilised her as much as possible.
'Shit,' she thought, feeling her juices drip from her crotch to the floor.
"Don't you look beautiful?" Altair said, conjuring a mirror so she could see herself.
Harley tensed against the ropes as if trying to free herself. She couldn't move an inch. Nevertheless, she couldn't feel any pain; the ropes seemed to move despite being still, creating a pleasant sensation within her.
"Master," she whispered. Her voice was as sweet as honeyed apple juice. Altair listened intently. "Can you record me?" she asked, trying to lean towards him.
Altair laughed heartily. Within seconds, he had turned on his mobile phone to record, and a few seconds after that, he was between her legs.
The girl was tied up so that she couldn't move or react to his thrusts. She could only resist as he played with her body as he pleased.
All she could do was moan and writhe. Her mind was still wondering how Altair could increase or decrease her pleasure. One second she was fine, and the next she was overwhelmed and cumming by the intensity of her pleasure.
'Altair's mind is fucked.Just the fact of putting a woman in this situation,' she thought, feeling him grow bigger inside her. 'My mind is even more messed up because I want to do it again even though we haven't finished.' She felt him come inside her and felt sick when she saw his semen fall to the floor.
A few rounds later, Altair was sitting on the bed. Harley's body moved up and down on his cock. The ropes were doing all the work. Both of their bodies were covered in sweat. Harley's breasts, neck and belly were covered in bites and saliva.
It was torture for her. She was unable to move, unable to ride him hard, unable to bring her hand to her own pussy and rub it until she came.
She came one last time around his cock.
"A good little whore for me," said Altair, smiling. "Hold on a little longer and…" He didn't finish his sentence before he came inside her.
He let her fall, still tied up, onto his body. Their gasps as they tried to catch their breath filled the room.
"That was torture," she said between breaths.
"You don't like me?" Altair asked. Despite being her master, he didn't force her to repeat it. He knew she had enjoyed it, but that didn't mean she wanted to do it again. Like Lavender with anal sex. The blonde could get an orgasm with him inside her anus, but she would always prefer vaginal sex.
"I… loved… every… second," she said, her face close to his neck so that she could kiss him there.
Knock! Knock! Knock!
Knocks on the door interrupted their moment. They both sighed in annoyance. Altair removed the sound-insulating spells.
"Are you going to have breakfast, Altair? Luna left with Lisa already," Azalea asked from the door.
"Are you alone?" he asked, smiling mockingly. He hung up Harley again. Her body was still dripping semen from her vagina.
"Yes," she replied, sounding confused.
"Come in," he said, Harley looked at him with wide eyes.
"Harley!" the red-haired Potter squealed, her blue eyes sparkling with surprise and desire.
"A time ago, you asked if I could fuck your sister and let you taste her in my cock, did you remember?" Altair asked. His member hardened at the thought.
"We have to have breakfast," said Azalea, her eyes flickering between his manhood and her sister's femininity. She admired the white liquid dripping onto the floor. She licked her lips involuntarily.
"Believe me. You will have a good breakfast," he said.