"I truly feel that my uncle is no longer capable of... fulfilling his responsibilities," Altair finished telling Lucius's three concubines about his situation. They already knew about his loss of magic, of course, but they did not expect him to enter a state of "seclusion."
"Altair... you were always such a sweet boy," Madeleine's hands caressed his chest. Altair felt her hands like velvet sliding across his skin, even though she was touching him over his clothes.
"You were always the kindest one here," said the other, Geneviève, who stood behind him to begin massaging his shoulders. They were exaggerating their words. They had barely exchanged a few words in that place.
Élise looked at them with a raised eyebrow. She did not dislike her companions' actions.
The truth was that there were almost no pure-blooded Veelas left, at least not living in civilization. When they mated with an individual of another species, there was a possibility that the Veela would acquire characteristics of that species, as was the case with Violet and her sister Sophie.
Since there were no men among the Veelas, they depended on interbreeding with wizards to continue their species. There were two ways this could happen. One is if, during intercourse, the Veela and the wizard participate in a ritual, which results in pure-blooded offspring. The other is to have intercourse normally, which is the most common method. Wizards distrusted Veelas enough to avoid undergoing any kind of ritual.
Among Lucius' concubines, Élise was the only one of pure blood. Geneviève and Madeleine, although they appeared to be pure blood physically, were not; they were only half Veela. Their magic was inferior.
Élise had always been able to see a hint of darkness in the boy, unlike the half Veelas. Inside him, tiny but powerful. She never expected that drop to become the lake she could feel now.
It was dark, yes. The danger seemed exciting to her.
The other two were unconsciously affected by that magic, which is why they threw themselves at him like desperate whores. She was able to control herself.
It's not that they aren't normally.
Lucius was disgusted by touching them. They had spent their entire lives without contact with people of the opposite sex.
Élise wasn't in a very different state. Her mind told her to leave, to run away from him. But her body told her to stay, to come with him.
Between her mind and her body, who was in control?
She decided to wait. She was able to control Geneviève and Madeleine in bed. If the boy was able to keep up with them... maybe it was worth experiencing the danger. The probability of losing herself.
It was during the next few hours that she see the other Veelas dominate the boy, only to see control slip from their hands with every passing minute.
Altair didn't react like any inexperienced man faced with a sexual creature, he didn't cum in seconds, but didn't last to much. Madeleine and Geneviève manipulated him like a potter with clay, but they had to work hard he wasn't an easy target.
Élise was disappointed, thinking he had no chance, that he was a normal wizard.
The boy proved to be more than she expected. She watched him shake his head in bewilderment. Oh, it wasn't easy for him. She could see him clenching his teeth to avoid cumming.
Élise waited patiently, watching him take them in every way he wanted, claiming every hole he wanted.
Even when her body was boiling with lust, she didn't make a move, she was one to take her time.
First Genevieve gave in, then Madeleine.
The boy, once finished, began to get dressed.
Élise looked at him, confused. She had expected the boy to throw himself at her after finishing with the other two. He didn't even look back at her. She used her allure. Nothing, she just heard the little jerk laughing at her expense.
She couldn't believe it. She looked at the other two Veelas with envy. She had resisted what her mind was telling her to do, and for what? So he wouldn't touch her?
'Maybe he's holding a grudge?' she thought with frustration.
She watched as Geneviève and Madeleine's skin began to absorb the traces of semen. Without thinking, she threw herself forward to take a portion for herself. Maybe she wasn't going to have him all yet. She would settle for knowing what he tasted like for now.
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'I can't get it up anymore,' he thought with frustration. He had pretended not to feel agitated inside. But he was.
On that day alone, he had a mother-daughter session, a ritual, and right after that, two veelas. At least the rewards were worth it.
[Mission completed: Cuck them all]
[Rewards: 10 stat points, 30,000 SP]
[Mission completed: Cuck them all]
[Rewards: 10 stat points, 30,000 SP]
[Status]
Altair Regulus Asmodeus (House Black)
Race: Human-Demon Hybrid.
Title: Lustful. Wunderkind.
Profession: Magician.
Mana (Evans): 35,995
Health: 100%
[Physical]
Speed: 31 (+: 25,600)
Strength: 29(+: 25,600)
Reflexes: 38 (+: 25,600)
Endurance: 26(+: 25,600)
Vitality: 35 (+: 51,200)
[Spirit]
Intelligence: 115 (+: 102,400)
Wisdom: 104 (+: 51,200)
Soul: 109 (+: 51,200)
Stats points: 70
Status reset tokens Price: 3
[SP: 103,900]
Altair silently cursed his penis for going soft. He could have gotten another 10 points from Élise. Even with his few SP, he added a point to Vitality, which allowed him to last a little longer. But in the end, he reached his limit, for now.
He looked at his int and wis points. Int had increased by 20, which meant that neither of them were purebloods. But they were enough to give him one wis point, unlike Violet.
Altair walked calmly to his room. He was really tired.
Inside, he found a peculiar image. Daphne was dressed in an innocent and modest dress. He had rarely seen her in that color, his favorite.
Bella, who had accompanied him and decided to hide in his room rather than listen to him fuck Narcissa, looked at Daphne with what appeared to be anger. The blonde was looking for ways to caress the reluctant animagus.
Altair could have laughed at the image.
Too bad he fainted as soon as he lay down on the bed. He may not trust in Daphne, but Bella will protect him if needed.
Daphne stared at him open-mouthed. Then she looked at the cat, who seemed to have a smile on her face. She went to try to wake him up.
"Alta-ouch!" she groaned. Bella had formed a barrier between the young woman and her son. Then she hissed at her.
Even from a cat, Daphne understood the message. She was telling her to get lost. She seriously considered casting an explosive curse on her.
For a few minutes she tried to approach Altair, not to wake him up, but to sleep with him. Waking up together sounded romantic, didn't it?
Each of her attempts was blocked by the cat. It was with anger that she gave up. She left the room, even in her anger, she avoided making any noise.
"Bella," Altair said sleepily.
Bella jumped on his face once more. She begged for caresses as a reward for preventing the blonde girl from waking him from his sleep.
Altair didn't touch her. He was still reluctant to believe that his caresses could cause her more pain than good.
He had postponed the conversation with his mother for a long time.
Before going back to sleep, he decided that as soon as he woke up, he would talk to Bellatrix about what had happened in the forest.
Bella looked at her son sleeping again. She couldn't help meowing sadly, wondering if she had done something wrong. Daphne gave her a bad feeling. She had watched the girl come in haughtily, looking at her like she was a nuisance. She had even tried to kick her out of the room.
The blonde bitch changed her behavior when she refused to leave. She then tried to pet her.
Bella would rather die.
Well, no.
Or maybe yes.
But dead, she wouldn't have to look at Altair and Lyra.
"Meow," she said as she curled up next to her son. Ignoring the physical pain it caused her.
Every day, she got more used to it.