Harry Potter: Altair Black. Son of Asmodeus

Harley flew as though she had been born in the clouds. She was a natural. Altair trembled slightly when Harley performed a particularly dangerous stunt, and Lavender gripped her hand. The two girls got along well, but they weren't the best of friends under the sheets.

Altair looked at the Quidditch pitch. He wondered if he was a good flyer himself. He had only learned the basics — it wasn't a means of transport he cared much about. Perhaps he had just been too depressed back then to enjoy it.

'Can demons fly?' he wondered. They were usually depicted with bat wings.

Since his birth and later his 'awakening', he had never felt his back open up to accommodate such wings. He decided to study this later.

Gryffindor dominated the field. Harley could have caught the Snitch long ago, but it seemed as if he wanted to humiliate Cho Chang. Altair didn't blame her; she was one of the girls who had shared the video to gossip about it. He wasn't very happy to see her.

Altair could see Cho's face; it was ugly, as if she were about to cry. She had seen the Snitch a couple of times, but each time, Harley had prevented her from catching it. She was mocking her.

"And the Ravenclaw Seeker looks like she's about to cry? Ouch, did I tell lies?" the announcer's voice asked.

"Mr Jordan!" a deep, strict voice reprimanded the young man.

Altair smiled slightly. His thumb caressed the back of Lav's hand. She leaned on his shoulder, her eyes still fixed on the Quidditch pitch.

"How lucky Gryffindor is to have two Potters! 170–40 in favour of the Lions," Lee Jordan said again.

Charles was good. Very good. Altair would say he was only slightly worse than Harley. He wondered if his children with Harley would be blessed with the Potter gift of flying.

Children.

It seemed like such a distant goal. He had always taken it for granted that he would have children. Now, however, he was able to think of them as a family. He wondered what his children with Lav, Harley, and Luna would be like. Would Violet end up giving birth to a few Blacks?

Would they have his purple eyes? His dark hair? Or Lavender's dark hair? Or Luna's gifts?

He felt a warmth in his chest, followed by a sinking feeling.

The future is uncertain.

'What if I fail and die? What if everyone abandons me? What if...?'

"Lav?" he asked, confused.

"Shh, don't think nonsense," she said, her hand fumbling between his trousers. She soon found what she was looking for and caressed it disinterestedly. "Everything will be fine," she said, as if she could read his mind.

Altair looked around; they were sitting in the last row. Luna was sitting next to them, so if anyone turned in their direction, they would first see the huge lion above her head.

He lifted his chin as his girlfriend's skilled hand began to jerk him off inside his trousers.

"You seem to know what I'm thinking," he said, enjoying her caresses.

"Oh, I know you better than you know yourself," she replied affectionately, teasing him. "I'm getting horny," she whispered in his ear.

If he hadn't already been hard, that sentence would have sent all the blood rushing to his groin.

"I can't be less considerate, can I?" said the black-haired man, sliding his hand under Lavender's skirt. To ensure that no one could see them, he cast a 'note me not' spell.

Altair massaged Lavender's vagina through her panties. His fingers ran up and down, snaking from time to time.

The blonde woman let out small moans of satisfaction at his caresses. She looked into his eyes with desire.

"Just put them in," she said, biting his earlobe.

"Harley will feel bad if you don't pay attention to her game," he teased her.

The blonde tried to look for the Potter girl on the field. However, her eyes kept wandering whenever Altair massaged her clitoris.

"Alti..." she said, her hand caressing his testicles. She held them firmly, without hurting them, with a quick movement. "Put your fingers inside me," she said threateningly.

"A good little whore doesn't demand," he replied, giving her a light slap on her vagina.

The girl moaned with pleasure.

"Please, Alti... Your little whore needs it," she whispered in his ear. Her hand continued to run down his torso until it reached the inside of his trousers. She spat on her fingers and carefully resumed caressing his glans. "I need you", she kissed his neck.

Altair moaned as he felt the wetness. Lavender's fingers began to massage the tip of his dick, which would have made him kneel down if he hadn't already been sitting. He was weak with her.

He removed her panties in one swift movement and slid a finger inside her.

Despite all the times he had slept with her, she was still tight.

"If you moan, they'll hear you," he warned her.

"So what? You think I care?" she replied. Her breath brushed his ear. "They already saw Harley. Do you think they can't imagine me the same way? On my knees in front of your cock? I'm not ashamed, either. I'm a good little whore," she finished.

"You're my woman. They're not allowed to see you," he said, curving his fingers inside her.

She let out a muffled giggling sigh.

"You say that, but you keep sticking your fingers in me in public. In front of everyone. You love them, knowing what a man you are, don't you? They know you have whores who will do anything you ask." The blonde felt the pre-cum coming out of his penis and used it to continue jerking him off. "You like that, Alti? I'm cumming!"

"Ahem!" A cough behind them interrupted them, and Lavender came when she was discovered. She took her hand off Altair's trousers, and he took his off hers more slowly. "Did I interrupt?" asked the red-haired teacher. She sat down between them.

Lavender quickly adjusted her skirt. She had great respect for Professor Evans. Her orgasm continued, accompanied by a mixture of shame and excitement. The teacher had seen them, and this made her even hornier. She massaged her legs to calm down.

"Not at all, Lily," said Altair. "Lav," the girl said, turning to look at him. He had two fingers extended, seemingly oblivious to Professor Evans' presence.

Lavender unconsciously stuck out her tongue and put both of his fingers in her mouth. She moaned. She felt her pussy tighten. She looked at the teacher, who was staring at her with wide eyes. Had the blonde been more sane, she might have sensed the excitement and envy in the redhead's eyes.

"I see..." Lily murmured, her eyes hypnotised by Lavender's mouth. Her gaze drifted to Altair's groin, drawn to the growing bulge.

"I think I'll leave," Lavender said, reluctantly stopping sucking her boyfriend's fingers.

She wasn't as confident with Lily as she had been with Madame Pomfrey; Lily was a thousand times more intimidating.

"No, stay," said the teacher. "I wanted to talk to you about your performance in Potions," she offered by way of excuse. Lavender's face turned red while she sat down.

Altair looked up at the sky. He tried not to show it, but getting blue balls was never a happy experience for any man.