Altair chuckled, although deep down he was afraid that she would ask him to leave Azalea, which would be difficult for him to do.
He picked up the redhead and lifted her onto his lap. Her body was exposed in front of her sister. He stood up and ordered the rope to lower Harley until her head was right in front of his genitals.
"Are you okay?" he asked the redhead as her head settled between the girl's vaginal lips.
"Can you go slow?" She looked at him over her shoulder, her eyes shining with concern.
"Oh, I'll make sure Harley can see everything in detail," he said, sliding inside her.
Azalea didn't register when her hymen broke. The pain never came; only the pleasant feeling of being stretched. She had moaned before: when she touched herself thinking of Harley; when she touched herself thinking of Altair. But the sound that came from deep in her throat was one she barely recognised. It wasn't pretty or seductive; it was more primitive than anything else.
"Morgana's tits," she cried out.
She could feel him throbbing inside her. Her insides squeezed him so tightly that she could feel every beat of his heart through the veins in his penis. That sensation brought her a different kind of pleasure. It was as if they were connected on a deeper level. It was something more romantic than carnal.
Altair waited till she get used to his size. Even though there was no pain, the sensation could still overwhelm her. He looked at Harley, who had her tongue out and was drooling. He took a few steps closer to her. Their sexes were right in front of her face.
Altair closed his eyes when her wet tongue caressed his testicles. His cock twitched.
"Oh shit, I felt you move inside me," said Azalea, who was in a new world.
Altair stood waiting for a few painful minutes as Azalea calmed down. Only the black-haired girl's tongue made everything more bearable.
'I have my cock inside a hot redhead while her sister sucks my balls,' he thought. How could he not feel like he was in heaven?
He began to move. It was one of the tightest fucks he had ever had. He felt his cock shrink to fit her tight pussy.
"Your sister is so tight," he told the black-haired girl, who had moved away with a pout.
"Does she please you, Master?" she asked, smiling.
She was happy for him. She loved seeing his penis break through her hymen and watching the little drops of blood paint his sword. She regretted not having a hymen to give him.
He didn't answer, he just started thrusting faster. Her moans were like those of an animal in heat, a stark contrast to her demure image.
His hips were a blur. He had given her time to adjust in case she couldn't keep up with him, but that's what [Instant recovery] is for.
The girl was a bundle of screams of pleasure and tremors. Her hands clutched at Altair's neck so tightly that a weaker person might have been hurt. But not him.
He continued until he could no longer hold back. With one final thrust, he came inside her. Embarrassingly, he moaned loudly, something he had rarely done in his life. He had no idea how much semen he had ejaculated in a single orgasm, but it was probably more than twenty shots. He collapsed onto the bed. His penis was still inside her, acting as a plug to prevent the white liquid from escaping.
Azalea blinked several times. Her mind was clouded. She couldn't remember at what point she had stopped thinking and allowed herself to be carried away by the primitive pleasure of sex. Lying down, she could feel a warm, firm body beneath her. She felt comfortable, but still sticky.
She sat up, feeling strong hands helping her. She moaned when she felt something inside her.
Altair's penis had lost some of its size, but was still large. She squatted down, then stood up. She moaned at the loss of his cock inside her. She looked at her little sister, who seemed on the verge of tears.
"Can she be untied, Master?" Rather than asking her for help, her sister asked the man who dominated her.
The ropes were loosened, and she fell to the floor, barely a few inches off the ground so as not to hurt herself. The girl stood up, her legs trembling like a fawn's.
"Harley!" screamed the eldest Potter when her sister threw her onto the bed. She feared a fight before she felt her sink into her most intimate depths.
Harley was very happy. Finally, her sister had fallen into the arms of her strong, handsome master. Finally, they shared something again: their devotion to Altair. Without thinking, she threw herself at her. Azalea had tasted her and her master together, so it was only fair that she should taste them, too.
She would fulfill one of her sister and her teacher's fantasies.
"Can you still go on, Master?" she asked, shaking her bottom cheekily, her legs still trembling.
"Can't I have a moment of peace?" she heard her master say, but there was no trace of complaint in his voice.
Harley took it upon herself to extract all the semen from her sister's vagina. She didn't want nieces and nephews yet; they were too young, and there were too many things left to try.
She imagined herself and her sister breastfeeding Altair, who would suckle from one breast and then the other.
'I hope time passes quickly,' she thought, even though she was lying. She wanted to feel every second of it.
"Mph!" she moaned, but her sister's hands held her firmly in place.
Altair's spanking would leave her bottom red. She felt him position himself at her anus's entrance, and she relaxed. He could take her wherever and however he wanted — she was just a toy to him. With any luck, she would be his favourite toy.
"Merlin!" her sister cried out, reaching orgasm with ease.
Azalea could hardly believe it. How many times in the last few months had she rubbed her cunt while imagining being in this position? Her, Harley and Altair. The positions varied, but the result was always the same, the three of them connected. She could feel her sister's tongue running through her like a thirsty puppy looking for the escaping semen. What could she do? Besides surrendering to pleasure?
A little voice told her it was wrong; that sisters shouldn't share a man or a bed. Would that little voice ever had her sister eating her out while a man fucked her from behind? She doubted it. If so, she wouldn't be such a bitter bitch.
Her hands were tangled in Harley's short, jet-black hair as she enjoyed the tongue in her pussy. When the orgasms came, she let them out without hesitation. They were less intense than with Altair, but more beautiful. Feeling her sister give her pleasure was wonderful.
The three of them spent the entire night discovering new things about each other. Harley ate her out, and then they switched. Then Altair stacked them on top of each other and took turns to fuck them. In the end, both girls were on their knees in front of him, their beautiful faces peeking out as they waited for him to bathe them in semen, before cleaning each other up.
They didn't know when it happened. In the end, while Altair fucked them, the two sisters held hands just as they had been born.
Altair looked at the sisters with a hint of sweetness in his eyes as he watched them sleep with their hands intertwined. He would need to use a spell if he wanted to separate them.
He checked the time on his mobile phone. They had missed their first class: potions with the beautiful Professor Evans, her now mother-in-law. They had two hours before their next class, Charms. He decided to let them sleep for a while.
He looked at an incoming message:
Tonks:
Have you ever thought about talking about your holiday in Japan? [Angry face emoticon]
'Andy's going to kill me, right?'