"Damn, I want more," muttered a dazed Cassiopeia. Mother and daughter rested together in an embrace. They looked like best friends at that moment.
'I'm solving motherhood problems, how great am I?' he thought humorously.
Altair smiled brightly.
[Hidden mission completed: Oyakodon]
[Objective completed: Have sex with mother and daughter at the same time].
[Reward: 30 stat points]
[Mission completed: Cuck them all]
[Rewards: 10 stat points, 30,000 SP]
[Mission completed: Cuck them all]
[Rewards: 10 stat points, 30,000 SP]
"What?" All the rewards are welcome, but the last two were a surprise. The mission should have been completed sooner.
[System Error]
"That's it?" he asked into the air. He got no answer.
Altair shook his head as he left the room.
"Ah!" He heard a small grunt and Draco's body fell into the office.
"I forgot about you. Are you listening?" The blonde nodded. "Disgusting," he said. He looked at Lucius, lying against the wall with a lost look on his face, his thigh wet. 'Shit,' he looked at the former heir to the Malfoys, still bound. "Did you do this?" The boy didn't answer, but looked around the room, trying to catch a glimpse of his mother and sister's bodies. Altair struck him on the back of the neck with his open palm.
"Yes," he said distractedly.
"Disgusting," he repeated. "Aguamenti," he said, roughly washing his cousin's body. "Follow me," he said to the drenched Draco, who hesitated. "Cru..."
"I'm coming!" he shouted as he got to his feet. His legs were shaking. Altair thought he had probably cummed more often than anyone else in the house.
The black-haired boy ran across the house to the library.
The Malfoy library was divided into two sections, one public and one private. The public section had books that anyone could get, as long as they had enough Galleons. This did not mean that they were ordinary books, not at all. They were a collection of hundreds of years.
The private section was much smaller, but it contained stranger and more twisted books. When he was little, he managed to sneak in. He remembered it; it was dark and gloomy. The books seemed to scream in pain and anger, if that made any sense. It was in that library that he was able to learn a little about the mind arts; he managed to read a chapter on art before he was discovered.
Tom died because of him. He shook his head, dismissing the thought.
"If I remember correctly, this is where you bleed." It was a portrait of a Malfoy ancestor, asleep. "I used to get in because Lucius would come in and leave without bothering to close the door. Now that I think about it, maybe he wanted me to come in to punish me," he said to the air.
"He did," replied the submissive Draco, playing his part.
Altair grabbed him by the neck and slammed him hard against the portrait, which suddenly woke up. The blonde's nose broke, staining the portrait with drops of blood.
"Why are you hitting yourself?" he asked, confused.
"Alone?" the dazed blonde asked, looking at Altair.
"Interesting," the black-haired man stared at the portrait, even stepping in front of Draco.
"Who else is there? Show yourself!" the portrait spoke as if it were some kind of ghost hunter.
Altair ignored it as he slid the portrait open. An entrance was revealed. He had to crouch down as he entered the private library. 'The portraits can't see me,' he thought confusedly. The portraits at Hogwarts could see him, or so it seemed.
'A problem for later.'
The library looked the same. Dark and mysterious. There were only two shelvings to one side. Altair looked at the book Shadows of the Mind: Forbidden Mental Arts. It had no author.
Chapter 1: The Silent War - Basics of Mental Invasion and Defence.
It had two subtitles.
Occlumency: The Wall.
Legeremancy: The Siege.
These were general descriptions of each. They were the basis of his mind arts.
Altair placed the book in [Inventory]; it never hurts to learn.
He looked at the other titles: dark spells, rituals, information on magical creatures, etc.
"I remember the last time I was here," he said to Draco, who watched him silently. "I could feel the evil in those books. Almost as if they were alive, I felt as if hundreds of wizards were pointing wands at me, a killing curse on the tip of their tongues. They were begging me, no, demanding that I open them. I don't feel that anymore, it's like... they're afraid of me." At that moment, he wasn't the most powerful person around, only three times stronger than the average wizard. It was as if they feared the 'other' part of him.
Altair took all those books into his [Inventory]; he was practically the owner of the House Malfoy, and they belonged to him.
"These books have been in my family for years," Draco protested weakly.
"Did I ask you?" Altair ignored him. "Where is the Ritual Room?" Draco led him there. "Wait. Episkey," he repaired his broken nose. A cleansing spell left no residue, not even the sperm and water he had thrown at him earlier. He had to be clean for the ritual.
The room was next to the library, with an unprotected door serving as the entrance. It was a room of white stone, almost gleaming, with a single candle capable of illuminating the entire room.
Altair began to prepare for the ritual. He had studied how the elves had been subjugated by the wizards.
The domestic elves and the veelas shared a common ancestor: the elves, much as wizards and primates share one: the missing link. The domestic elves were called Elviren.
Both magical species were initially confused by their beauty. At first, they differed only in size and gender; the Veelas were exclusively female, without a Y chromosome, while the Elviren could be of either sex. It was common for wizards to hunt them, as trophies, to gain a concubine, or even potion materials. Loyalty was difficult to guarantee, so binding contracts were used to reduce the chances of betrayal.
An unknown Peverell took it to another level. He didn't want to increase their loyalty, he wanted to dominate them. So he created a ritual to bind the Elviren: Nodus Parasitus. This created a parasitic bond. The Elviren would depend on the wizard for their survival. His goal was to create the same bond for the Veelas.
The ritual was successful, and the Elviren were easily bound.
The problem came with the side effects: the Elviren, beings endowed with beauty, lost their charm. The ritual caused deformities. The Elviren could end up with larger ears, humps, calloused and large hands, hair loss, and so on. Each time the ritual was performed, a new deformity was discovered.
They had lost all their beauty. They no longer served as partners, nor were they trophies worth showing off. The sorcerers simply used them as domestic servants. That's where their name comes from.
Every wizard wanted one, so the species was hunted relentlessly.
Peverell stopped his experiments on the Veelas, partly because of social pressure, not wanting to extinguish the species. He knew that his ritual would nearly wipe out the Elviren species. The veelas would remain untouched. After all, a hunter does not want his prey to become extinct.
Over the years, the Elviren reproduced among themselves, and their offspring became more and more deformed until they reached the current state of the magical world.
Altair reproduced the ritual based on a single principle: parasitism.
The ritual would steal all of Draco's magic and replace it with a small fraction bound to his will.
Altair wondered if he would succeed, if Draco would end up as a domestic dragon.
Or if he would simply die.
"What are you going to do?" Draco asked, his sense of danger suddenly activated. He had been disconnected from the world for a long time, the recent events were taking their toll on him.
Altair had humiliated him in many ways, but he wasn't going to kill him, was he?
"A little arrangement. You'll be a domestic elf. Draco, the elf," he gestured with his hands.
"I don't want that," the blonde started to walk towards the exit.
"It won't change anything. You'll still be the same Draco, just more... obedient," he said. The blonde began to run as fast as his legs would allow. "This is stupid. You should have run as soon as you learned of your father's fate, Draco." He summoned him to his side with a simple accio. "Do you know what's good about this ritual?" The blond looked at him anxiously. "I don't need your permission." He threw him into the middle of his preparations.
"Please."
"Honestly, I'm not even angry with you now. Our past as children feels like child's play now. I feel more disgust and revulsion than anything else. But you tried to take Lavender, and what you did to Harley... What kind of man would I be if I didn't do anything? If I let you threaten my women without any consequences?"
"You had my sister and mother", he tried to defend himself.
"You are right", he admitted. "If you are going to hurt someone, make sure they can't strike you back. Thats what I am doing"
"I am-"
"Vinclum per Servitus, Animae Constringantur, Ex Hoc Momento, Una Voluntas."
Altair felt resistance from the blonde. As if he wanted to be the one to dominate him. He smiled nostalgically. He crushed any will he might have had with a Legilimency wave.
"Vinclum per Servitus, Animae Constringantur, Ex Hoc Momento, Una Voluntas."
"Vinclum per Servitus, Animae Constringantur, Ex Hoc Momento, Una Voluntas."
"Vinclum per Servitus, Animae Constringantur, Ex Hoc Momento, Una Voluntas."