"That was... enlightening," a blushing Daphne whispered. She seemed to be having trouble with her legs, as if she had an itch between them, but of course a lady couldn't scratch herself in public. Still, she couldn't help rubbing her legs unconsciously to soothe herself.
Lyra listened to her friend with clenched fists. She had spent the last few hours listening to her little brother having fun with his aunt and cousin. Not the best experience for a sister to have. 'So easy?' she thought about how her brother had dealt with the Malfoy family. She had spent years planning and scheming. She had made connections in the wizarding world so that when Draco and Lucius died, she could easily take control of the family.
She had even made Cassiopeia her puppet.
It had taken her years.
Years.
And now her brother had stolen her pawn and her future. The Malfoy family was now under the control of her brother.
She didn't know all the details, but from the state of Lucius and Draco, it wasn't hard to imagine that they had both given in.
'Draco,' she thought mockingly, "the boy was bordering on pathetic. He had been outside his father's office, his fiancé looking for the slightest friction to stimulate his member. Lucius happened to be the nearest object. The boy ended up bouncing on his leg like a dog in heat.
"Are you happy with all this?" she asked her friend, her accomplice. "We put so much effort into this... and Altair comes along, pulls out his cock and shoves it into both Malfoys." Her brow furrowed further at the thought of Cassiopeia.
"Huge cock," Daphne said. She touched her palms together, as if trying to remember what it felt like.
Lyra gave an angry snort.
"You think this is funny?" she asked.
"Maybe not to you... to me it's an opportunity. I'm what Altair always wanted, what he was denied as a child. He'll come for me, to dominate me, to fuck me," she licked her lips as she spoke. "He'll take me into his coven... where I'll show him what a Greengrass is. I'll make him forget all the whores around him with my body, I'll have him in my hands" she made a vulgar gesture as if she was masturbating a cock in the air.
"You talk as if you're sure. From his point of view, you left him for Draco. Maybe he doesn't even want you, maybe he hates you as much as he hates the Malfoys. He'll take you and make you his whore, like Narcissa or Cassiopeia." Lyra said cruelly, trying to put the ideas out of her mind.
Daphne sighed, not taking her words seriously. She believed Altair was still obsessed with her. Lavender was proof of that, a cheap copy of herself.
"I am wondering what he was going to do with you..." she commented casually. "Do you think he'll do to you what he did to the Malfoys? I have an excuse, the Malfoys forced me," she said, tears in her eyes. "You, his sister, chose to abandon him of your own free will," Daphne said, changing her sad expression to one of mockery.
Lyra felt angry just listening to her. She wasn't the best sister, but in the end she wanted the best for her brother. She had to leave him.
Lyra ignored Daphne as she thought. Altair's plans for her were unknown. 'Maybe he doesn't have any plans at all,' she thought. 'What am I planning?' she asked herself.
She felt like a child whose sweets had been taken away.
The result wasn't bad, she was free, but she got nothing. She was unnecessary in her brother's life. She hadn't treated him very well, even though she cared for him.
'Should I give in? Talk to him, explain why I left? What my plans were?' she mocked herself. She didn't want a position below her brother.
She loved him, yes. But she didn't want to be inferior to him. She wanted a position of power. She wanted her little brother to depend on her.
"Perhaps I'll follow Zabini's example," she muttered.
"Oh, you want to amass wealth?" the blonde asked. "It's unnecessary at this point. Don't worry, I'll put in a good word for you. I'll get him to forgive you," the girl walked over to where her friend was sitting. She sat on Lyra's lap and caressed her face. Lyra looked at her with contempt.
"I doubt he'll forgive you," LeStrange went on. "And if he does, will you be okay being a common whore?" she asked.
"Ah, sometimes I get the feeling you don't listen to me, Ly. I am not common at all" Daphne leaned back on the arm of the sofa. If you asked anyone at Hogwarts they would say it was impossible to see Daphne acting like this in front of others. She was a cold bitch in front of everyone. But she and Lyra knew so much about each other that a little indecency was no problem between them. "He will forgive me. I'll never be a whore, he won't allow it. In a few months I'll have that busty blonde bitch preparing me to take Altair's huge cock," the girl slipped a hand under her tunic and began to squeeze her tits hard. She imagined Altair behind her while Lavender used that slutty tongue to lubricate her pussy.
"You're a whore, Daph," Lyra threw her to the floor. Daphne fell on her ass.
"You're so boring... you know," the girl began as she stood up. "You should give in, become his lover... let's do it together, like always," she begged.
Lyra looked at her with wide eyes; it wasn't the first time she'd asked her to do something like that. But this time she didn't seem to be joking. Lyra considered it seriously.
"That..."
"It doesn't sound so bad, does it?" the blonde finished. "Imagine him alternating between my pussy and yours, the other bitches just watching, maybe I'll let them masturbate while they watch us." The girl spun around as she uttered these vulgarities. "Maybe I'll make Altair force them to stick a cactus up their ass..."
"Enough," Lyra's cheeks flushed at this point. "If people knew you were such a perverted bitch..."
"Oh... maybe they will soon. Imagine if Altair decided he wanted to fuck me right here in the Great Hall, in front of everyone. What could I do but spread my legs and wait for him to enter me in front of everyone? Imagine the outraged cries of the prudish wizards, the witches getting wet watching us. Imagine that bitch Brown watching as her little boyfriend prefers me," the girl held her chin up, almost thinking about the satisfaction of seeing her replacement die of jealousy. "I think I could cum just thinking about it," she finished as her hand moved to her private parts.
"Enough," Lyra said. "Your imagination is... too much. I never thought you would descend so low."
"That's what we need, Ly. A willingness to do what other bitches would never do," she said with a smile. "A woman's best weapons are her smile, her education and her beauty," she imitated a bossy voice. "That... is true of most magicians. Altair is different. Our best weapons are our pussies and how far we're willing to give ourselves to him," she finished more seriously. "Maybe I'm being too optimistic when I say I can do it alone, but with you, with your mind magic... we can make him ours. Tell me Ly... do you think it's acceptable to let little Altair fuck you, to be his until we both dominate him, until he can't live without us, until we are the ones who dominate him, his coven and everything that belongs to him... he will be ours to mould, we can make him conquer the world for us. All you have to do is spread your legs, I assure you, dear, you'll enjoy it. Can you do that, Lyra?" She ask her. Her eyes meet Lyra's.
Lyra didn't know what to say. Daphne had never been so direct with her. She always contributed ideas, but never plans.
The plan had many flaws. Including her ability to influence a demon like her brother. Even to give up shaping him, to turn him into a toy.
"What other choice do I have?" she said aloud. Daphne almost jumped for joy at her words.
'I'll give in... then I'll drug you sweetly until you're completely dependent on me,' she thought to herself. She felt a pang of guilt for using her mind magic on her own flesh and blood.