"Morgana," said Azalea, letting herself be carried away by the musky scent of the room.
She looked at her sister, who was tied up and looking at her with fear and frustration. But she couldn't make out the excitement on her face. They had grown up together, so she knew her well. They had come out of the same womb when they were born, just seconds apart with their hands clasped tightly together.
They stayed that way until they went to Hogwarts. Azalea had to let go of her sister's hand so she could emerge from her cocoon and spread her wings. And what beautiful wings they were!
"Azalea," Harley called to her, not even asking her to leave. They knew each other well and neither of them wanted to be anywhere else.
"I'm proud of you, Harley," she said, gently caressing her cheek. "You've become a great woman," she said, giving her a loud kiss on the cheek.
The black-haired girl's eyes filled with tears, but she didn't respond.
Azalea moved towards Altair, the other person occupying her thoughts. The weird kid who would sooner or later be expelled from Hogwarts for his lack of talent. She had respected him before because he was smarter than most, but without powerful magic, he wasn't that important. She thought she might be able to use him as an assistant in future — a good mind shouldn't go to waste.
He proved her wrong. Only the teachers were stronger than him. And that was in a matter of months. How long would it take him to surpass them? Would he reach her grandfather's level? These thoughts plagued her, and she wished he could succeed. Her sister was bound to her. And she soon will be too.
This vile man was corrupting her little sister. Azalea knelt in front of the man; his manhood was wet and drenched in her sister's juices. She licked her lower lip. The size was incredible. She wondered how it compared to others. Not wizards, though — those were quite inferior. She wondered about other mythical creatures.
Was he a demon? Given everything that was happening around him, it wouldn't surprise her. She scoffed at her thoughts. Her tongue extended, timid and demure. It was as if she were about to taste a delicacy that had to be savoured to be fully enjoyed. An explosion of flavours filled her palate. They weren't rich or tasty; they were strange. A combination of flavors she had never tasted before.
But the thrill made her panties wet. If she walked through the desert, the earth would be left moist and fertile from all the juices dripping from her pussy.
'What's turning me on so much?' she wondered. 'Is it the taste of my sister, or sucking Altair's cock?' These questions needed answers.
Her tongue ran along the shaft, inexperienced but eager. As a scientist, she wanted to test the fruit of her arousal, so she would clean the cock completely. She would leave it shiny with her saliva and nothing else. Then she could see if sucking Altair turned her on so much.
The boy moaned and groaned. Azalea was painfully clinical; Altair wanted to grab her by the neck and fuck her throat. But deep down, he knew that an orgasm built up slowly would be more explosive than a quick one.
Her tongue snaked around, leaving no space unsucked. His shaft was clean, and she soon moved on to his testicles, which she didn't find disgusting. She licked and cleaned them with the same vigour as the rest of his cock.
'Clean,' she thought. Her hand was inside her panties. At some point, she had slipped her hand under her skirt and started caressing her wet panties. The taste of her sister was still in her mouth and she knew she could have an orgasm if she stimulated herself a little more. Maybe one or two fingers caressing her G-spot would make her squirm.
But she waited, not wanting to cloud her mind with pleasure.
Soon, she was sucking Altair's cock; only his taste lingered. Her arousal didn't diminish at all. She found it satisfying to feel the man throbbing on her tongue and to see the blood moving through the visible veins and see his hands clenched the bedsheets. She wrapped her tongue around the tip and began to circle it. She heard him groan.
She could tell she was enjoying it; the scientific method never fails. Now she had a new question: how long would Altair be able to withstand the slow, sweet blowjob she was giving him? He was holding back, eager to speed things up — his hands and gestures made that clear. How far could she take him? What would the consequences be?
She would have licked her lips with desire if her mouth hadn't been busy with his penis. What were they?
She shook her head; she didn't need to know that now. She pulled it out of her, stood up and looked at the disappointed expression on his face as she walked over to her sister. She noticed how the ropes held her legs open, exposing her pussy, and reached out a trembling hand.
She squeezed her sister's pussy and ran her hand over it. She heard her moan at the touch. Too bad for her, it wasn't going to last long. She ran her hand over it a few times; her goal was not to give her pleasure, but to collect her juices and the semen still escaping from her pussy. Once she had collected a sufficient amount, she returned to Altair, who was waiting for her with surprising patience. She smiled at him.
"Since this is going to be my breakfast, I wanted to add a little more seasoning. You don't mind, do you? I always take my time over meals," she said.
"The food will get cold, Azalea," Altair replied.
"Really? It seems to get hotter the longer I take to eat it," she replied.
"It could end up burning your mouth, then," he continued, playing her game, his words tinged with menace.
"It's a good thing I like spicy food," she said, placing her hand, covered in fluid, on the tip. With one stroke, she spread the fluids all around the perimeter of the meat. Her hand looked tiny compared to the piece of meat.
She took her time, Altair's resistance waning with every passing second, and she waited patiently.
She repeated her previous action. She took care to clean the penis, tasting her sister's essence on her tongue. Altair looked at her, his breathing becoming heavier. Azalea looked at his naked body and would be lying if she said she didn't like what she saw.
"What?" Altair asked when she moved away from his penis.
"The spice made my body hot," she replied.
Right before his eyes, she took off her shirt and bra, leaving her firm, well-formed breasts exposed. Altair looked at her pink nipples and salivated. Even Harley looked at her with desire.
Finally, he lost his patience. He grabbed her by the waist, laying her on the bed. He positioned himself on top of her. His tongue traced her nipples as he tore her clothes off. Small blue Ravenclaw panties covered her private parts.
He would like to say that he took his time and tortured her as she had tortured him. That would be a lie. He pushed her underwear to one side and threw himself enthusiastically into licking her pussy, a new passion for him. He felt her hands curl around his hair, pulling him closer.
The redhead's sweet moans filled the air, her breathing quickening every time his tongue passed over her lips. She came in his mouth.
"Shit!" exclaimed the princess. Azalea felt her mind go numb. She felt him move on top of her, like a lion stalking a deer. "Are you going to put it in now?" she asked, feeling half excited and half worried. "I'm a virgin," she said, hoping he would go slowly.
"Not for long," he replied, his hoarse voice.
"Wait!" Harley's shout stopped them. Azalea looked at her sister with concern. 'What if she asks me to stop? I don't want to hurt her by sleeping with her boyfriend without her consent, but… can I stop?' The answer was unclear. "I can't see very well," the girl exclaimed.