Altair folded his belt in half. He took both ends in his hands and brought them together. Both halves of the belt separated. He quickly pulled the ends apart and a loud noise, similar to a whip came from the impact.
The girl was startled a little. Her breathing quickened and the smile on her face widened. Her image resembled the Cheshire Cat from Alice in Wonderland.
"Mommy's little boy is going to be bad," she bit her lower lip in a fake pout. Her eyes reminded Altair of the way Andy's eyes shone while she was talking to a guy who was trying to flirt with her.
"You're not going to do as you're told?" Honestly, she would have no reason to obey him.
Altair meant nothing to her. Only her cousin. He didn't have anything he could use to blackmail her or anything similar. He wouldn't threaten her family, he wasn't that petty.
"You sound too tough," she lunged at him, her foot seeking to connect with his crotch.
The dark-haired guy took her leg by the tibia. The girl felt exposed as she was forced to remain in that position for a few seconds. She used her nails, neatly painted, to try to scratch his face.
"You're not going to achieve anything with that. You're inferior to me," someone needed to lower her ego. He held her wrist easily, during the exchange the belt fell to the ground.
"I know my parents and they and my sister love me, you can't say the same, can you?"
Altair raised his leg and finished, somewhat amusingly, by knocking the girl face down on the floor. He moved both her hands so that they were together. Altair untied his tie to use it as a rope. She twisted out of his grip.
"Stop struggling, you'll only hurt yourself," he squeezed the tie tightly. She moaned and he didn't know if it was pain or pleasure, or a sick mixture of both. The latter seemed to be typical of Black women.
"You're a fucking pervert. What are you planning to do?" Her smile somehow made his hair stand on end.
"Put you in your fucking place," he picked her up and threw her on the shelf. It wasn't gentle, she attempted to straighten up, but he wouldn't allow it.
Altair lifted his belt off the floor, with one hand he pressed down on her back and held her in the place he wanted her to be.
"Do you do this to everyone who insults your crazy mother? Or did mentioning your absent Daddy hurt you?" A shrill laugh came from her beautiful lips. She was cold and cutting. Sarcastic. One would not imagine that laughter coming from her. "Alti, are you going to hurt me?" Her gray eyes turned a familiar shade of brown.
Altair loosened his grip, she took the opportunity to get up and hit his head with the back of her neck. He was barely affected by the coup. He quickly regained his composure. His hand grasped locks of hair and pressed her face against the wood.
"An amazing trick. You let me get to know it too soon," the ability to metamorphose was common in the Black family. A few members managed to awaken it, and those who did were only partially able to, as seemed to be the case with Violet.
Tonks was an extraordinary case.
"It hurts," Harley's voice came from the lips of the black-haired woman. She was even capable of changing her vocal cords.
"Your talent is nowhere near Tonks, but I admit you've developed it more. Too bad it won't help you today."
"Neither your girlfriend nor your whore will soften your heart?" She seemed more amused than before.
Altair didn't know how she knew about Harley or if it was just a deduction on her part.
Slap!
Altair used his belt to start whipping her. She hissed, the sting wasn't too bad, since he hit her bottom under her skirt.
"A fucking imitation of them? No," Altair watched as her jaw tightened.
"A fucking disappointment, that's why I chose Draco over you," a cold, slow voice made his eardrums twitch.
"I don't give a shit what Daphne or her parents have chosen. In the end, she'll come back to me."
As he spoke, he leaned in to speak directly into her ear. During the process, Violet made sure to rub her bottom against his crotch. 'It feels big', she thought. Before withdrawing, he made sure she was able to fully feel the size of his cock.
"A child's love still hurts you?" another lash fell for her impertinence.
Altair set the belt aside and lifted her skirt. Beautiful lace underwear covered her private parts.
"Purple?" he said, his hand running over her buttocks.
He took the strap of her underwear and pulled it up. She laughed.
"You like it?"
"You're not even going to pretend?" he asked her. Those underwear were too sexy to be worn on a casual day.
"I never pretended anything, little man," she blew at the hair falling over her face. "If I had, you would never have noticed anything." She got up. "It all happened because I wanted it to."
"And it could end because I want it to."
"You think so? Were you scared?" Her hands were still tied behind her back, but that didn't stop her from bringing her face closer to his.
"Scared? I've had witches hundreds of times more experienced than you."
She looked at him, her hair disheveled. There was something about him that drove her crazy in a way.
She launched into a desperate kiss. Although calling it a kiss was a bit of an exaggeration. They were two people competing for dominance over each other. She ended up biting his lip hard until blood flowed from them.
His face, still bloody, winked at her as he knelt. She took the fly of his pants between her teeth and pulled them down.
Altair watched with morbid fascination as his cousin used her teeth to pull down his underwear. His cock hit her cheek, and she still with blood staining her lips, began to kiss his cock. 'That shouldn't be healthy'.
When his cock turned slightly red she started a hard blowjob, Altair accepted that his cousin knew her business. Her tongue ran along the shaft of his penis, her teeth sometimes showing, with that smile of hers. She would give it light bites without force before continuing to lick it.
Soon she grew tired and reached the tip, where she inserted it into her mouth while sucking hard. She alternated between sucking it in and out to run her tongue over the glans. She sought to put her tongue in his urethra.
He breathed heavily, he had to control his hands, or they would simply end up grabbing her face so he could fuck her face against the wall.
Altair didn't usually reach orgasm quickly, but his cousin treated his penis with such experience that his cock soon swelled, preparing to release his load.
She felt it too. She took his glans into her mouth and began to suck while her tongue literally went into his urethra. She made it thin enough to enter easily.
Just as he was about to come, she pulled his cock out of her mouth and replaced it with his testicles.
"You cucking whore!" The jets of semen shot upwards, ending up falling on Violet's hair.
"Did you come so fast?" she said mockingly.
He didn't reply. He picked her up and threw her on the shelf. He used both hands to tear her shirt. The buttons were lost in the dark room. He didn't even notice that her bra matched her panties, he just tore it up. Her breasts were full and firm. He rolled up her skirt over her belly. He threw himself on them, his hands sliding down her thighs to her pussy.
The fabric of her underwear was damp, she writhed at his touch while continuing to laugh like a madwoman.
He had to make her come before he started to fuck her for real. It was a matter of pride. He stuck two fingers straight in.
She took a deep breath, her mouth open in a permanent "o". His fingers were long and thick, proportional to his height.
He sucked on her nipples as he started to thrust in and out. The lapping sound of his fingers penetrating her pussy could be heard.
He didn't even hesitate to use [Increased Sensations] x5.
"What did you do!? What did you do!? Shit! Shit! NO! NO!" She couldn't even move her hands to try to stop him.
She tried to move her body away from him, on the verge of orgasm. Her feet kicked on the table as her back arched.
"Cum, you fucking little whore!" his free hand pounded hard on her pussy. The pain and pleasure drove her to a terrifying orgasm.
"Don't stop, you perfect bastard," she moaned with a crazy smile. Her orgasm lasted for minutes. In the end, she seemed to have gotten used to [Increased Sensations] x5. Or maybe she was just surprised the first time he used it.
'Masturbating her at that pace, a normal person's forearm would have ended up in shreds'.
"This will be very interesting." Altair watched her breasts rise and fall. Drops of blood spread over them.
He tore her skirt, ripping it in half. He didn't give a damn if she had to go back to her common room naked. He pulled her legs up, ending up right in front of his crotch.
As soon as his cock grazed the opening of her pussy she threw herself at him. Her hands, somehow free, took him by the neck as she began to kiss him wildly.
Altair had no choice but to lift her into the air. He hooked her arms under her knees
In the kiss, he could taste iron on his taste buds. She used her own body to start fucking him, even though he was the one holding her.
Altair felt that pussy squeeze his cock in an exquisite way. It was ridiculously good. The best he'd ever tasted, without a doubt. He barely registered his first orgasm when he came inside her.
"Are you a quick draw?" Her bloody shit-eating smile as she pulled away from the kiss irritated him. Something was wrong with him that day.
"What the hell did you do to me?"
"You think you're the only one who can do sexual magic?"
Altair's legs were weak from his orgasm. All it took was for Violet to throw herself forward, destabilizing his point of support, to knocking him over.
She took him by the neck. Altair's arms remained weak at his sides. She began to move her hips back and forth, his cock was inside her. Altair looked at her face. She had blood on her lips and semen staining her hair. 'She looks beautiful. More beautiful than Laven-'.
"What the hell are you?" It only took him a few seconds to come to his senses.
He forced her to get on all fours, facing the floor.
Altair got on his knees behind her. He aimed his cock at her ass, after all, he needed intelligence points.
He didn't even check the lubrication when he started to penetrate her. He enter easily
"You got angry, Alti?" That she imitated his girlfriend's voice irritated him even more.
He got to his feet and took Violet by the waist. One of his hands took her by the hips while the other held one of her legs up. Altair's free leg went around her neck.
She seemed to like the new position, on one knee, the other leg held by Altair and one foot on her neck. The [Sensory Enhancement] x5 might be affecting her, but not too much. She moaned but still seemed to be able to keep up with him.
"Merlin! God! Yes! I knew I was right about you!", she cried, face on the floor.
In an impulsive action, Altair bought the next level of [Increased Sensations], and an x10 multiplier was activated. Altair had to use more force to keep her from lowering her leg or lifting herself off the ground.
"You're not laughing so much now, are you? You fucking pig!"
"You son of a bitch! Don't you dare stop," with those words went what little sanity she had left. She began to writhe in her orgasm, a squirt shot out of her pussy. The flat ended up soaking wet.
Altair came out of her cunt while he held her by the hair, he masturbated on her face. Her eyes seemed to have some consciousness as she opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue.
He forced her onto his cock and, to his surprise, ended up unloading directly down her throat. Surprise because the girl had never given him a deep throat.
"Well, you were a surprise!" said Altair while moaning. He dropped her to the floor with a thud.
The girl was on the floor breathing deeply. Her face was a canvas full of red and white paint while her sweaty body gave her an erotic touch that almost made Altair's cock stay hard.
Still tired, and from the floor, she managed to smile maniacally at him.
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P.S.: Violet is strongly inspired by Countess Tatiana Petrovna from Peaky Blinders.