You know how to open presents, Alti," the blonde leaned on his shoulder. Her hands began to run over his abdomen. Slap! The girl's hand whipped him. "I think your ass is in better shape than mine. Ouch!" Altair's hand returned the spanking with more force.
"Padma was a surprise... a pleasant one. For a moment," Altair turned to see the Indian girl trying to free herself from her bonds. He was surprised by how easily his girlfriend could learn spells linked to sex. "You... who are you?" Altair approached the masked woman. He sat down next to her on the bed and began to caress her legs as he spoke. "Can she talk using that thing in her head?" he asked the black-haired woman.
"She can, sir!" she replied. Her eyes stared mesmerized at the man's penis. "I brought her, I hope you like her!" she finished muttering.
"If I order you to tell me his name, will you do it?" The girl nodded immediately.
"No! That's cheating! Harley, we'll talk later!" The blonde seemed about to bewitch the Potter girl in the same position as Padma. "You will open the gift in the same way you opened the last one," she pointed a finger to her chest.
"I don't want to," he replied, rolling his eyes. He ignored the blonde as he made his way over to Harley. "Come," the girl got up in a fraction of a second.
Altair started a noisy kiss, his hands still caressing the bound legs of the mysterious girl. Part of him wanted to finish the job like with Padma, but another part told him to wait. Something about that girl gave Altair a bad feeling. Not because she was evil, it was something else. The girl's hands were pressed against the ropes, as if she wanted to fly towards Harley, even the hand with which he caressed her thigh did not get much reaction.
Harley accepted her lips willingly. The kiss was one-sided, the girl's will was at the mercy of the only man in the room.
"Mph!" Altair heard a muffled moan beside him. The pale-skinned girl seemed to want to slide her hands down to her own pussy.
'I'm not going to fuck her... not today'. Altair thought that the girl was not there for him, but for the girl with whom he was exchanging saliva.
"Lav, tie her up tighter", the girl was still frowning but obeyed.
Soon the stranger was tied hand and foot on the bed. If she could struggle before, now she was unable to move an inch.
"Untie me!" she shouted and Altair could have sworn he had heard her voice before. It wasn't Granger, he knew her voice from all the times she had taken part in classes.
"Quiet!" Altair said, unaware of the spell he cast without a wand, separating his mouth from that of his slave. "She's not here for me, is she, Har?"
The girl looked dazed, she felt his hand caressing her face and she began to speak. "She wanted to meet my owner... I told her she could only meet you if she slept with you," Altair raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.
Altair wondered if the girl in the bed was in love with Harley or if it was just admiration... "it's desire", he thought as he looked at the girl's crotch. Lavender tied her legs so that her heels touched the back of her thighs. Her hands were tied behind her back.
He didn't feel like fucking someone who saw sleeping with him as more of an obligation than a desire. The girl was horny, yes. But it wasn't because of him. Lavender, Luna, Harley, Pomfrey, Rosmerta, even the recently deflowered Padma knew that she had come to fuck him. This girl was similar to Azalea.
Maybe she was just playing with him. He thought he knew who she was. A fan of Harley's. A morbid part of him wanted to shatter his idea of Potter even more.
It was a declaration that she was his. The people outside couldn't see the way Harley melted at his slightest touch. Or how she was capable of doing anything he asked her to.
"Lie down on top of her, Harley," he ordered, letting go of her cheek.
Ginny felt her "friend's" body placed on top of hers. More than a friend, she was an idol, she was the girl she always aspired to be. Self-confident, strong, intelligent, athletic, sociable.
Now she could see another side of that same girl.
'A submissive whore'.
That's what she thought as she watched her face contort as the man took her. A feeling of nausea washed over her. She wondered if the girl had any idea of the expression on her face as she was being fucked.
It was the second time she had seen her fucked that day. However, on this occasion she could see up close all the expressions on the face she considered beautiful.
A hand took the back of her idol's neck and lifted her by the hair.
The redhead could only watch as the man kissed Harley in front of her. The man's eyes remained locked with hers. They seemed beautiful and hard as he stared at her.
'I can understand Harley's obsession with him', Altair was physically attractive. But there was nothing else to him. When she discovered Harley in the shower, milking semen from her pussy, she never imagined that Altair would be responsible.
He was Lavender's boyfriend and Harley just seemed to look at him longingly in the past.
'And here we are', her mind could not conceive of the image in front of her.
'This is not Harley', Harley would not let a man take her from behind like a filthy animal.
Ginny did not want to admit that in her mind a single question kept repeating herself 'Does it feel so good?' The image in front of her made her hornier than she had ever felt.
'I always wanted to be like the whore in front of me,' she thought, trying to bring her legs together for a modicum of satisfaction.
'If I take that huge cock and dominate her... I'd be better than Harley, right?' she began to think, imagining scenarios where she was the one fucking Altair. She barely had time to register when they both moved on the bed until their sexes were right in front of her face. 'She's taking that dick up the ass.' Ginny felt the cloth over her face begin to moisten, the juices of the black-haired woman beginning to fall like morning dew.
"What do you think? Have you ever looked at Harley like that?" The man's voice brought a strange feeling to her stomach. He used his knee to spread Harley's legs and let her pussy fall completely onto Ginny's face.
The redhead began to think about what she would do if it weren't for the cloth that separated them.
'I would have moved on to suck his balls', she thought. Until that day she had admired Harley but now she no longer considered her worthy of her attentions.
"Ron never had a chance", she said without thinking. Regretfully she heard her own voice.
"Ron would be jerking his stupid cock if he looked at me right now. Your fucking brother will never have a satisfied woman. He will live to be a cuckold," Ginny did not know at what point Harley had changed places. Now his face was back on top of hers. "Your brother ruined my first date with Altair, did you know that? I'm looking forward to the moment when he gets a girlfriend for Altair to fuck in front of him." It was the last thing she said before jumping on Altair.
The new position consisted of Altair lying on the bed and Harley riding him like a cowgirl. 'That's Harley', she thought as she watched them fuck each other, this time vaginally. Altair seemed amused by Harley's initiative. His hands kept running over her body. There was a moment when Harley took both of the man's hands and placed them on his head while his hips began to fuck her harder. That was the way Ginny imagined the black-haired girl fucked, not the submissive idiot she had seen before.
"You're going to finish inside me!" she ordered her master. He didn't say a word as he simply moved his hips up and down trying to match her rhythm.
Ginny thought she saw the exact moment when they both came.
Harley moved as soon as he finished his orgasm. She stood up on the bed and walked until both his legs were next to Ginny's ears. Her hands removed the cloth and she threw it aside.
"Harley?" he said as he watched the girl open her battered lips with her fingers. Thick drops of semen began to fall. Her mouth, half open in shock, let in drops of semen which. Without meaning to, she began to taste. "Harley... I want Altair," she said submissively. The thoughts she had moments before about the black-haired girl were now out of her head. The confident and powerful Harley was right there, she never left.
"I was having a great day until you mentioned that idiot," Harley sat on her stomach as she looked at her. "You want Altair to fuck you, don't you?" 'No, I want to fuck him like you just did,' she thought, although she ended up agreeing.
"I won't," said the boy, getting up. There was more to his first date. Ron had spiked Harley's food with a sleeping potion. Altair obtained the information from his mind at one of the many dinners in the large dining room. Ron had almost taken advantage of Harley while she was sleeping. If only he had had access to the girls' bedroom. During that night, Altair hadn't thought about him until Ginny mentioned him. "If you ever want that to happen," he began to whisper his plan to her. "Can you do it, Ginevra?"The girl's eyes were open as she looked at him.
"I don't know," she murmured. Now he understood why Harley let this man dominate her.
"Then...get out of here," he said as he picked up Harley and took her with him.
Lavender was on a sofa. Her legs were crossed. A glass of red wine rested in her hand as she appeared to be watching a particularly entertaining television series.
"I feel like a wife waiting for her husband to come back after fucking his mistress," she said with a pout.
Ginny got a robe and ran through the halls of Hogwarts, hoping not to run into any teachers.
"And how could this unfaithful husband compensate his sweet wife?" he asked as he released Harley.
"Maybe... you could give me a baby to keep me company while I wait for my husband to stop playing with street whores," she said as she spread her legs.
"The woman of the house talks too much for someone who can't satisfy her husband." Harley seemed more dominant since his previous outburst.
"Silence," Altair whispered.
"Yes, sir!" she replied, lowering her head.
"Now, Lav. We're too young to have a child... you know that. But we can always practice for when the time comes," the blonde's laughter made him smile as he watched her get on her knees on the arm of the chair, with her back to him. The short dress revealed her pussy as she leaned over the back of the chair.
"We'd better practice then. We don't want to get nervous when the time comes."
Altair felt them take her arm.
"You said that your first child could be mine, right?" Harley spoke in a gentle voice. "Then I have to practice a lot with you." Altair smiled as the three of them immersed themselves in their family planning. Ignoring the writhing brunette a few meters away.