Witchcraft and Devilry Chapter 2 (Patreon)

“Who the hell…” Harry went to ask.

“What an apt turn of phrase,” the silver-haired woman said dryly, holding her hand out towards them.

It was engulfed in a circle of silver light that had symbols similar to the ones that Rias had appeared in. Exhausted as he was, Harry tried to scramble for his wand, but he was too late, and the spell that the woman cast hit them both.

“Oh, I...oh, hello Grayfia,” Rias said as she woke up and sat up.

Harry barely noticed what she said or the next thing that this Grayfia said to her, as he was too busy being amazed by how suddenly good he felt. It was almost as though he had slept through the entire night, which he knew that he hadn’t come close to managing.

“Sirzechs was hoping that you’d come up with a more elegant solution than this,” Grayfia commented.

“It worked, didn’t it?” Rias asked petulantly. “Without my virtue, I can’t be sold off to Riser.”

“There will be consequences for going about it like this,” Grayfia said. “You do realize that, right?”

“Nothing that my family can’t handle,” Rias said. “It’s not as though anything has actually been signed yet.”

“And him?” Grayfia asked, pointing at him.

“He’s…” Rias went to reply.

“What the fuck?” Ron asked, having been woken by the noise.

The redhead poked his head out from the curtains, and his eyes went wide as he saw Rias sitting in Harry’s bed, completely naked. His eyes trailed up and down her body as though he was unsure of where he wanted to look most, and Harry was about to cover her up with his hands when Grayfia held up her hand again.

“Sleep,” she commanded, and Ron was hit by a burst of light that knocked him unconscious. Similar lights went off behind the curtains of the other beds.

“What did you do to him?” Harry asked. He might have been pissed at Ron for being a pillock, but that didn’t mean that he wanted him harmed. Grayfia turned to him and his breath hitched as she seemed to peer almost through him. Her cold eyes were as red as Rias’ hair, something that he’d been too tired to notice at first.

“I put him back to sleep and removed his memory of seeing us,” she replied stoically. “I’ve also ensured that the others won’t wake for a few more hours as well.”

“I wish you’d waited for morning,” Rias grumbled.

“I did,” Grayfia said, fluttering the heavy curtains enough to show off the bright light of the sun.

“Oh,” Rias said in surprise. Turning to him, she said, “I guess you went all night, stud.”

“I er…” Harry stammered, growing flustered.

“You were amazing,” Rias said, wrapping her arms around his shoulders and kissing his cheek. “I couldn’t have asked for a better first time.”

Unshakably aware of the other woman staring at them, Harry felt his face grow red at the sudden affection.

“Now let’s get that evil piece in you,” Rias said.

“Your parents ordered me to return you to them in all haste,” Grayfia said. “I’ve stretched things as it is.”

“I made a deal with Harry here,” Rias said. “His life’s in danger, and he needs a boost to his powers. I offered to make him my bonded servant in exchange for relieving me of my virtue.”

“Hmm,” Grayfia said. “A shade cleverer than I thought. As your servant, he’ll be spared the wrath of the Phenexes unless they want to end up at odds with the Gremorys, which won’t be worth it when there wasn’t even a contract to violate yet.”

“Mmhmm,” Rias yawned. “Everyone will be disappointed, my mother most of all, but there’s no need for bloodshed. Now, what to pick?”

“As a spellcaster, bishop would probably be for the best,” Grayfia said.

“I was thinking that, yes,” Rias said, picking out a white bishop piece.

“Wait a minute,” Harry said. “Why are they chess pieces?”

“We’re in a hurry, so I’ll explain quickly,” Grayfia said. “Lord Ajuka is fanatically fond of chess, and he invented them, so they’re based on the game.”

“Now hold still,” Rias said. “This won’t hurt a bit.”

As she pressed the bishop against his chest, it began to glow a bright red, and to Harry’s amazement, it slipped inside his chest. There was no pain or even itchiness as a foreign object was inserted into him. That changed a moment later, as his scar burned and the bishop was thrown out of his chest and onto the bed.

“What the hell?” Rias asked as Harry rubbed his scar.

“Fuck,” he groaned, wincing at the lingering, though fading, headache.

“I’ve never seen that happen before,” Grayfia said in surprise. It was the most emotion that she’d expressed yet.

“I think it might be my scar,” Harry said. “It burned before the bishop was rejected.”

“Let’s try a rook,” Rias said, frantically pushing the other piece inside him before he could say a word.

He groaned in pain as his scar flared again and the rook was thrown out of his chest again.

“Why isn’t it working?!” Rias exclaimed, sounding scared.

“I told you it’s my curse scar,” Harry said through gritted teeth.

“Harry, you don’t understand!” Rias said. “If you aren’t my servant, I can’t protect you from the Phenexes.”

“Rias, you’re overlooking something,” Grayfia said calmly. “No mere curse could keep an evil piece from taking hold. Since Ajuka invented them, they haven’t failed once. Not in humans, fallen angels, or even dragons. This is a mystery, and if there is one thing that Ajuka loves, it’s solving mysteries.”

“So Harry will end up under his protection,” Rias said, calming down a bit.

“Who is Ajuka?” Harry asked. “I know you said that he’s the one who invented the evil pieces, but is he powerful?”

Rias laughed at that. “Ajuka is my brother’s best friend and is second only to him in power. They are two of the four Satans, the leaders of the Underworld. Being under his protection is better than being under ours. The chance of the Phenexes coming after you under our protection was negligible, but there is no chance that they’d risk his wrath.”

“Oh, good,” Harry said.

“Now, if that’s all…” Grayfia said, trailing off as she swept her hand over them. They were quickly cleaned, and their scattered clothes were put back on them. “We need to get going.”

“Um, I’m going to be missed if I’m gone long,” Harry said.

“It’s Saturday,” Grayfia said. “No one will notice your absence; I’ll see to that.

Content with her assurances, Harry got out of bed, holding Rias’ hand as they stepped close to Grayfia.

“So how does this work?” Harry asked. He had always heard that you couldn’t apparate in and out of Hogwarts, but he had summoned Rias, and Grayfia had appeared of her own will.

Instead of answering him, Grayfia just enveloped him in her magic, and in a flash, they were gone. A moment later, they reappeared just inside a very stately-looking mansion, and Harry was shocked at having finally found a form of magical transportation that didn't suck.

“That was awesome,” he said without thinking.

“So you’ve been returned to us at last, my daughter,” a melodious but pissed-sounding voice said a moment later.

“It was a few hours, Mother,” Rias said as Harry turned to look at who had spoken.

“Venelana?!” Harry exclaimed in shock, only to freeze at the realization of what he’d just done.

“You know me, human?” Venelana asked, furrowing her brow.

“Um, how do you know my mother’s name?” Rias asked, sounding confused.

He almost wished that the ground would swallow him whole in that moment before remembering that he was very likely in the Underworld.

“Um, that book I read that told me how to summon you had some...accounts of certain devils the author had interacted with,” Harry replied.

“No account could make you that certain about who I am,” Venelana said. “There were pictures too, yes?”

“Yes,” Harry said, hoping that she wasn’t about to attack him.

“My, my, if it’s the one I’m thinking of, it’s been centuries since that thing was done,” Venelana chuckled. “Was it animated?”

“Yes,” Harry said.

“Just what kind of portrait was this?” Rias asked.

“Nude, dear,” Venelana replied, looking amused by how her daughter bristled. “I was summoned by a magician back in the sixteenth century who had managed to master magically capturing images on vellum. I can’t recall his name.”

“That’s besides the point, dear,” the man next to her said. With his crimson hair and goatee, Harry guessed he was Rias’ father. “I expected you to try and connive a way out of the arrangement with Riser, but to stoop to sullying yourself with a random human. I expected something with a little finesse, darling.”

“Wait, you expected me to try to find my way out of this?” Rias asked, confused.

“Of course,” Venelana said, like it was obvious. “You’d be a poor devil if you just succumbed to a fate you didn’t want. Did Lucifer just accept the role that the Tyrant created him for? Of course not. He rebelled, stole enough of the book of creation to make his own army, and rocked the very foundations of the heavens. I expected you to try to find a way out of this. I just hoped that you’d be a little more...creative.”

Rias just stared at her mother in shock, as though she couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

“I suppose the human will appease the Phenexes enough,” her father said nonchalantly.

“No!” Rias said. “Harry’s not going anywhere.”

“If you didn’t want him to be handed over, why did you not make him your servant?” her father asked, looking puzzled.

“Apparently she tried, Zeoticus,” a voice came from the next room.

A man walked in then who radiated power like no one Harry had ever seen. He was young, though everyone he’d met so far looked young. Even Venelana, who had apparently been alive for centuries, looked barely any older than her own daughter. The man had green hair, which he kept slicked back, and was wearing an expensive-looking suit. His blue eyes were exceedingly calculating, as though he were mentally breaking down everything that he beheld to understand the parts. When he focused on Harry, he looked deeply interested, and the young wizard didn’t know whether to be relieved or scared to be of interest to who he assumed was Ajuka.

Grayfia walked in then, with another man at her side, and this one Harry couldn’t help but shiver at the sight of. He was also young, and looked a lot like Zeoticus, though he was clean-shaven, but looks were where the similarities ended. Zeoticus felt no different from the other devils he had seen so far, and only Ajuka had truly felt palpably powerful, but even he paled next to this one.

Beholding the face of Voldemort sticking out of Quirrell’s head had been terrifying, as even in his diminished form, he had felt powerful, but he too had nothing on this man. Looking at Voldemort was like looking at a mortal threat, but looking at the young, crimson-haired man was like looking at the face of death itself.

“And I fucked his sister,” Harry thought to himself, a shudder going through him.

“My darling wife tells us that the evil pieces failed,” the crimson-haired man said, his voice deep but light and nonthreatening.

“Wife?” Harry asked the first thing that occurred to him.

“Sirzechs,” Grayfia complained. “Not when I’m working.”

“Sorry, darling,” Sirzechs said, sounding not sorry at all.

“Failed?” Venelana asked.

“Yes,” Rias replied. “I tried a bishop and a rook, and both just popped right out. It wasn’t like it is when the piece isn’t strong enough. I felt that when I tried to give Akeno one of my rooks.”

“My scar also burned,” Harry added.

“Curious,” Ajuka said, walking right up to him and hovering a hand over his forehead. “I assume you mean this one.”

“Yes,” Harry said. “I’ve had it since I was a baby when a wizard tried to kill me and blew himself up instead.”

Ajuka just blinked. “Zeoticus, do you mind if I make use of your study for a couple hours?”

“Not at all, my lord,” Zeoticus replied.

“Good,” Ajuka said. “Come. You’re going to explain to me everything you know about the incident and your scar, and then I’m going to run some tests.”

“Be aware that he’s hyped up on an energy spell,” Grayfia said.

“Then we’d best be quick,” Ajuka said.

Harry gave Rias one last look, feeling a little better when she smiled at him and followed Ajuka.

“Why do we have to be quick?” he asked.

“I assume that Grayfia came upon you two as you were finishing?” Ajuka asked.

“Probably just after,” Harry replied, trying not to look embarrassed.

“She hit you with a spell meant to refresh you so she didn’t have to carry you two in here,” Ajuka said, “but it’s temporary. Think of it like sugar.”

“So I’m going to crash,” Harry said.

“Indeed,” Ajuka said, opening the door to a small, richly decorated room. He turned the high-backed chair at the desk around and pointed to a smaller chair off to the side as he sat down. “Now tell me more about this attempt on your life when you were a baby.”

“There was a terrible wizard who called himself Lord Voldemort,” Harry said. “He tried to take over magical Britain and nearly succeeded. There were plenty who opposed him, my parents among them, but he was as powerful as he was brutal. On Halloween night of 1981, he came to the cottage where my parents were hiding from him and killed them. When he tried to kill me, though, something went wrong.”

“What happened?” Ajuka asked.

“No one really knows,” Harry replied. “His spell hit me, but he was the one destroyed. For some reason, I lived, with only this scar to show for his attempt to kill me.”

“So the scar is over a decade old and hasn’t faded at all,” Ajuka said, tapping his chin. “Does it hurt?”

“Most of the time, no,” Harry replied.

“Explain,” Ajuka commanded.

“Voldemort was destroyed that night, but he isn’t truly dead,” Harry said.

“He survived death?” Ajuka asked.

“Professor Dumbledore, er, the headmaster at my school says that he’s a wraith now,” Harry said. “He possessed one of my teachers in my first year there and tried to kill me. Multiple times over the year, when I looked at him, my scar burned.”

“Curious,” Ajuka said. “You’re still alive, so I assume things went poorly for him.”

“He was trying to get his hands on the Philospher’s Stone, trying to use it to restore himself,” Harry said. “It was in the castle, and when I went to stop him, I touched him, and he burned under my touch, turning to ash.”

“Like your scar burned when you looked at him,” Ajuka commented, tapping his chin again. “Has it burned since?”

“It did when I rejected the evil pieces, and…” Harry trailed off for a moment. “I’ve been having dreams this year, dreams of him, dreams that I don’t think are dreams. He’s stronger now, somehow, and I think he’s close to coming back.”

Ajuka chuckled softly, staring at nothing for a moment before saying, “this is a fascinating case. To summarize, this man tried to kill you as a baby, failed for reasons that remain elusive, and gave you a cursed scar that burns in his presence as he managed to evade his death. Flight from death, that’s what his name means. A pseudonym, of course.”

“His real name was Tom Riddle,” Harry said.

“Irrelevant,” Ajuka said dismissively. “Now you’re connected to him in some way, and he can’t touch you without burning even a host body. These dreams seem to be from his perspective, I assume.”

“Yes,” Harry said.

“Fascinating,” Ajuka said, “and absolutely none of this explains why in the Underworld his curse would interfere with the evil pieces. You, my young friend, just became my new research project. We’ll be going to my lab after we leave here.”

“I can’t stay here!” Harry exclaimed. “I have school…”

“Your paltry education is nothing compared to what I could teach you if I deign to,” Ajuka said coldly, “and this conundrum with the evil pieces could spell doom for my people.”

“Even if I wanted to stay here, I couldn’t,” Harry said. “The whole reason that I summoned Rias in the first place is that I’ve been entered into a deadly tournament against my will. If I don’t compete, I’ll lose my magic and die. Like it or not, the only way you’re going to study me if I return to Hogwarts, learn what the three tasks I need to compete in are, prepare for them, and survive.”

“Annoying,” was all Ajuka said to that. “Do you know what any of these tasks are going to be?”

“The first one is a task of bravery and cunning and involves dragons,” Harry said. “I think that I’m going to need to get something from a dragon, preferably without becoming barbecue in the process.”

“Hmm,” Ajuka said, tapping his chin again. “Rias was hoping that remaking you as a devil would make you powerful enough to deal with the dragon by force, which it would have, of course. Bereft of that option, we’ll need to be more cunning. Are you capable of summoning objects?”

“Yes,” Harry said. “I learned the spell because my initial plan was to summon my broom and try to fly around the dragon.”

Ajuka just stared blankly at him for a moment before rolling his eyes. Holding out his right hand, it glowed in teal light for a moment, and a small, dark-colored ring appeared in his palm. It too glowed teal for a moment, and afterward, little runes appeared engraved in the metal.

“Unless your tournament organizers are morons, they’ll have enchanted the thing you need to steal from the dragon to prevent summoning,” he said. “This will let you bypass such enchantments.”

“Do I wear it?” he asked, concerned slightly because it looked like it might barely fit on his pinky finger.

“No,” Ajuka said. “You slip this thing on your wand, and whatever spell you cast, it will ignore all attempts to stop it. You’ll only get one spell out of it, though, as it will turn to dust once its charge is used up.”

“Thank you,” Harry said, taking the ring and pocketing it.

“Technically speaking, I suppose I don’t need you here constantly to study the problem,” Ajuka sighed, “but I will be calling on you often over the coming months.”

“So long as I survive the tournament, I’ll help you however I can,” Harry said.

“Now,” Ajuka said, waving his hand and summoning a small hospital bed. “Lie down here, and we’ll get started on the tests.”

*****

“I can’t believe this was all a test,” Rias said as she sat down across from her mother.

“Thank you, dear,” Venelana said, smiling at the servant who had brought her tea. “Do you want anything, Rias?”

“No point,” Rias sighed. “I’m going to pass out soon enough anyway.”

“That will be all,” Venelana said, dismissing the servant. “It was and wasn’t a test.”

“What do you mean?” Rias asked.

Her mother sighed in pleasure as she tasted the tea and set it back down on the saucer.

“The benefits I saw in the union were perfectly valid,” she said. “Uniting the Gremorys and the Phenexes together would have been quite the coup, especially if you and Riser managed to have a truly powerful child or two. That said, you made your opposition to the idea plain as day. and so I wanted to see how you’d get out of it. If you succeeded, you’d prove yourself to be an eminently capable devil, and if you failed, we would get the benefits of the marriage.”

“So you’d get something out of it either way,” Rias said.

“The greatest skill I could ever impart on you, my dear, is learning how to set up your board so that no matter the outcome, you win something,” Venelana said.

“In the end, every single thing is chess,” Rias said, quoting her brother.

“The heavenly host has their unity; the have their way with humans; but we devils have our cunning,” Venelana said. “Our disadvantages are terrible, and even with the evil pieces, we’ll never be able to challenge our great foes openly. The Great War proved that. To survive in this world, you must truly embody what it means to be a devil. Adaptability, cunning, ruthlessness, these are our ways. Whether you proved yourself capable of forging your own path or ended up with an immortal husband willing to kill in your defense, you’d have been safer in my eyes, and for a species as long-lived and infertile as ours, nothing is more important than ensuring the safety of your children. You found a way to escape Riser, and I am proud of that, though I wish you’d found a more impressive way.”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Rias smirked. “I’d say Harry’s plenty impressive.”

“He’s rather cute, your human,” Venelana said. “Perhaps I should send him another picture.”

“Mother!” Rias exclaimed.

“Oh, relax, dear, I’m kidding,” Venelana laughed. “So, how was he?”

“Divine,” Rias sighed before furrowing her brow and adding, “and strange.”

“How so?” Venelana asked, sipping her tea.

“He was a virgin and a rather clueless one at that to start,” Rias said. “He has his perks and showed promise, but after he finished the first time, it was like something awoke inside him. He became a ravenous beast after that, taking me again and again until I was exhausted. To be honest, if Grayfia hadn’t arrived when she did, I’d have slept the day away.”

“His first time?” Venelana asked, blinking. “That is odd.”

“I’m not complaining,” Rias said. “I hope Lord Ajuka figures this out quickly. I want him as my servant. There’s power in him, and I honestly think he could be a useful addition to my peerage on top of the other benefits of keeping him around.”

Her mother just chuckled and finished her tea as she fought back a yawn.

“I guess Grayfia’s spell is wearing off,” Venelana said. “Head to bed, dear. We’ll talk later.”

“Alright,” Rias yawned, feeling the sudden exhaustion hit her hard. “Night, mother.”

*****

Female giggling was the first thing Harry registered when he woke up hours later, and he struggled for a minute to remember where he was. Ajuka had run a number of tests on him that he barely understood, most of which involved those silent spells that the devils cast. He had also drawn blood to test it, though Harry had no idea how the curse could be in it since it had always seemed contained in his forehead. He didn’t recall leaving the study, which likely meant that he passed out during the test. The female voice mumbled something, and Harry assumed that Rias had come to check on him.

“Rias?” he asked as his eyes slowly opened.

“Not quite,” the woman replied, and he jerked backward. All he could make out without his glasses was that the woman had very dark hair.

“There’s no need to be scared,” the woman laughed. “I would never hurt someone so precious to Rias without permission.”

“Mine or hers?” Harry asked.

“Your glasses are on that end table behind your head,” the woman said.

He reached around and grabbed them, not taking his eyes off of her, and once he could see clearly, he struggled not to let his jaw drop. The dark-haired woman was beautiful, at least as beautiful as Rias, and had possibly even larger breasts. She was wearing a simple violet sundress that hugged her bountiful chest nicely and complimented her eyes, which were about the same color. She was pale, though she looked like she might be partially mixed-race, with a heart-shaped face and plump lips that were curled in an amused smile as she stared down at him.

“I must say that when I advised Rias to fuck the magician who summoned her, I never imagined that you’d be quite this handsome,” Akeno purred, placing a knee on the bed as she leaned towards him. “It almost makes me wish you’d summoned me.”

Harry flushed at her forwardness and just gawked, unsure of what to say.

“Oh my!” Akeno laughed. “You’re so easily flustered too. I hope Rias keeps you around. I suspect you’re going to be a lot of fun.”

“That’s enough, Akeno,” Rias said as she walked into the room.

“Rias!” Harry exclaimed, surprised by just how pleased he was to see her.

“Harry,” she replied, smiling warmly down at him. Turning to the dark-haired woman, she said, “Akeno, this is Harry Potter. Harry, this is Akeno Himejima, my queen.”

“Oh,” Harry said, realizing that this was the lover Rias had mentioned. The idea of Rias having sex with another woman was hot enough before he knew she looked like this. With all of his willpower, he put that image out of his mind and asked, “so you have one of the evil pieces in you?”

“Deep inside,” Akeno sighed, her eyes lidded. When Harry blushed again, she laughed.

“So you were human?” Harry asked once he’d recovered.

“Yup,” Akeno replied, though her purple eyes dimmed slightly.

“Akeno is the first member of my peerage,” Rias said, stepping forward, “and my best friend, among other things.”

The tone of her voice was lower on those last few words, and Harry felt his cock throb almost painfully. Sadly, even more than arousal, he felt an acute need to relieve his bladder, which the erection was not helping with.

“Um, where’s the nearest bathroom?” Harry asked.

“Right through that door,” Rias said, pointing behind him.

“Excuse me,” Harry said, trying to get out of bed and turn around as quickly as he could.

“Um, was that real?” he heard Akeno ask as he closed the bathroom door, proving that he hadn’t been quick enough.

Staring down at the toilet as he lowered his pants, he glared at his hard-on and tried to will it to relax. Eventually, thinking of his oldest professors helped calm his turgid cock, and he sighed in relief as he was able to pee. That taken care of, he returned to the bedroom and found Rias grinning down at a stunned-looking Akeno, who was sitting cross-legged on the bed. As he walked inside, she turned and looked at him with such hunger in her eyes that he felt his cock twitch. He was about to ask what they were talking about when his stomach gurgled audibly.

Rias’ lips twitched, and she said, “neither of us have eaten since yesterday, so I figured that you might be as hungry as I am. Come, and we can eat together.”

“Sounds good,” Harry said, smiling as the two of them stood up.

Following them, his eyes naturally fell on their equally gorgeous, round arses, which looked incredible in the short skirts they were wearing.

“So Rias told me that you found the ritual you used to summon her in a book,” Akeno said.

“Yes, a...friend gave it to me,” Harry said, unsure of what exactly to call Luna. “It had been in her family for some time.”

“And she wanted to help you because of this tournament you were forced into?” Akeno asked.

“Yes, I’ve been meaning to ask; did Ajuka help you with that?” Rias asked.

“Yes,” Harry replied. “He gave me something that should make the first task simple.”

“Good,” Rias said. “I was worried at first when the evil pieces failed because I thought that the Phenexes might come after you, and it was only when I woke up that I remembered the reason you summoned me in the first place.”

“No, it should be al…” Harry trailed off as they entered a small dining room, and he beheld the table full of food that awaited him.

The spread of plainly decadent meals made the Hogwarts feasts look simple, and he couldn’t believe the sheer amount that was there.

“I was unsure of what you liked, so I had the servants whip up a spread,” Rias explained as she sat down. “Come, dig in. I know you’re hungry.”

Everything looked wonderful, and he wasn’t sure where to start, but his eyes quickly fell on a baked dish that looked to be full of beef. It smelled wonderful, and he decided to cut himself a slice, moving it quickly to the plate by his chair and digging in.

“Oh man,” he moaned at the first bite. “What is this?”

“Beef Wellington,” Rias replied as she dug into a bowl of soup that looked like it contained an assortment of different foods, most of which were sticking out of it. “It’s one of my father’s favorite dishes.”

“It’s fantastic,” Harry said.

“So, Harry,” Akeno said. “How exactly did you get forced into this tournament?”

“It’s a competition between three schools, each of which gets one champion,” Harry explained. “The selections were done by this enchanted goblet, and everyone who wanted to enter and was old enough placed their names in it before the selection. The three champions were chosen; it looked like everything was going to go smoothly, and then a fourth name was spat out by it.”

“Yours,” Akeno guessed.

“Yeah,” Harry replied. “I’m out of my depth with this thing and knew that I needed help. When Luna gave me that book, I decided to give it a shot.”

“You’re lucky you summoned me,” Rias said.

“I know I am,” Harry murmured, looking into her gorgeous blue eyes.

Rias blushed and said, “that’s not what I meant. Members of some of the other houses would not have been less kind than I was.”

“The book did describe all of the surviving clans and how generally friendly they were to humans,” Harry said.

“Can I see the book?” Akeno asked. “I’m curious what the magician who wrote it thought of the different houses.”

“Um, well,” Harry went to say.

“The book has a number of magical illustrations as well,” Rias said. “Including one of my mother, in which she’s apparently nude.”

“Oh, now I have to see it!” Akeno exclaimed. When Rias just looked at her flatly, she added, “what?” Your mother’s gorgeous, Rias.”

“I’ve noticed you ogling before,” Rias said dryly.

“Don’t worry,” Akeno laughed, “you’ll always be my favorite devil, though if Lord Ajuka gets the evil pieces working, I fear I won’t be yours for long.”

“Huh?” Harry asked.

“Rias was very explicit earlier when she described just what a beast you are in bed,” Akeno purred, her purple eyes darkening with lust.

“I...I…” Harry stuttered at that.

“What was it you said, a foot-long cock?” Akeno asked.

“I didn’t say it was a foot-long; I said it felt that long,” Rias said, grinning at Harry’s discomfort.

“Um, I’m glad that isn’t going to be a problem,” Harry said, slowly getting himself under control. “Rias told me about you and her.”

“Rias and I have been spending our nights together for a while,” Akeno said, wrapping an arm around the gorgeous redhead and resting her head on her shoulder. “You don’t need to worry about me, though, babe. I’m not the jealous type, I’m more the sharing type.”

Harry felt sudden pressure on his cock and moaned loudly, both in shock and at how good it felt. Looking down, he spotted a foot pressing against him.

“Oh my, he does feel big,” Akeno purred. “You’re going to hurt so good going in.”

“But that will have to be after we eat,” Rias said, and Akeno immediately removed her foot.

“What?” Harry asked.

“So tell me, is this tournament your first brush with danger?” Akeno asked, sounding completely nonchalant as she returned to her meal as well.

Harry just gaped at them both for a moment as his painfully hard cock throbbed in his pants. Devils might not have been the monsters they were portrayed as in most fiction, but he couldn’t say that they weren’t evil.

*****

“...and so I shoved my arm inside its mouth and stabbed it right in the brain,” Harry said as he finished his third helping of food, a rice and spinach dish that was absolutely amazing.

“You killed a sixty-foot-long, venomous serpent with a small sword?” Rias asked as Akeno just blinked. “How were you not killed?”

“It was a close call,” Harry said. “The basilisk bit me as I stabbed it, but thanks to phoenix tears, it didn’t kill me.”

“Phenex tears?” Akeno asked. “I thought that Rias was the first devil you met.”

“Oh, sorry, I should have mentioned that Fawkes is a phoenix,” Harry said. “That’s how he was able to teleport in the hat I pulled the sword from, and he managed to save my life. Before that, though, I pulled the fang in my shoulder out and stabbed the diary with it, destroying it. After that, Ginny woke up, and once I’d healed up, we left the chamber.”

“What did you do with the basilisk corpse?” Rias asked.

“Hmm?” Harry asked. “I left it where it was.”

“Don’t let my mother hear that; she might actually kill you,” Rias said. “That thing would be worth a fortune.”

“Truly?” Harry asked. “That sucks. I didn’t even think of trying to get it harvested, but it’d be far too late now.”

“Not necessarily,” Rias said. “It was a thousand years old and spent every day of its life in a school full of magical children. In all likelihood, it will take another year before enough of its inherent magic has dissipated for it to start decomposing. Your date with the dragon is the day after tomorrow, right?”

“Yes,” Harry replied.

“Then that evening, I’ll drop by, and we can look at the basilisk together,” Rias said. “Mother deals in rare magical ingredients and would be more than capable of having the corpse harvested, for a percentage of the eventual profits, of course.”

“That sounds great,” Harry said.

“So you saved your entire school,” Akeno said. “You were a hero. Add in your good looks, and every girl there must be into you.”

“Not really,” Harry said.

“So no one rewarded you for your heroics?” Akeno asked, standing up.

“I, uh, was given an award for special services to the school,” Harry replied, looking over to the flirtatious brunette as she walked around the table to him.

“That’s not the kind of reward I was talking about,” Akeno said, looking down at him with hungry eyes. “Your friend’s little sister didn’t climb into your bed to thank you for saving her life?”

“Thi...this was years ago,” Harry said. “We were all little.”

“You’re certainly not little now,” Akeno whispered, climbing into his lap.

Before Harry could say anything, she pressed her lips against his and started grinding her panties-covered, furnace of a pussy against him. Harry groaned into her mouth, and she giggled into his, grasping his head in her hands and pressing her nails gently against his scalp. He deepened the kiss, plunging his tongue into her mouth, and reached down to cup her wonderfully round arsecheeks.

“Well, that’s every bit as hot as I thought it would be,” Rias commented.

“Mmm,” Akeno moaned as she broke the kiss and looked back at Rias. “Can we have fun now? Telling me the story of how he utterly ravaged you last night and making me wait has been pure torture.”

“You’ve been tortured?” Harry asked. “I’ve been hard all through breakfast!”

“Brunch, really,” Rias said, walking over to them. Settling a hand on Akeno’s head, she said, “you’ve been very patient; you’re such a good girl.”

Harry’s eyes went wide as Rias leaned in and kissed Akeno deeply. His only prior experience with seeing two women kiss was when he’d managed to catch a quick glimpse of one of Dudley’s porno mags and this was so much better than that. The two kissed passionately, their tongues dueling for dominance within their mouths, until Rias reached behind her head and tugged on her hair.

“Don’t buy into her complaints,” Rias said as Akeno let out a mix between a whimper and a moan that made his cock throb painfully. “Akeno likes to be teased.”

“Yes, master...fuck!” Akeno cried. “I rubbed myself raw thinking about you tying down some magician and using him for your pleasure last night, but the real story was so much better.”

“Did you cum?” Rias asked.

“Mmhmm,” Akeno replied, her eyes full of mischief.

“Cumming without permission,” Rias tutted. “I think my brat needs a reminder of who she belongs to.”

“Holy shit!” Harry gasped, more aroused than he could ever remember being before.

“Get up,” Rias ordered, and Akeno obeyed, quickly climbing out of his lap. Turning to him, she said, “come, Harry. I think those large, strong hands of yours could be of help in disciplining Akeno.”

She waved her hand, and a leash appeared, connecting to the choker Harry hadn’t even noticed Akeno was wearing. Akeno walked dutifully ahead of her as they moved past the room Harry had woken up in and towards Rias’s room. They passed a few servants on the way, and Harry thought he should be embarrassed, or at least cover up his massive bulge, but they didn’t even seem to notice that Rias was leading Akeno around by a leash.

“I owe Luna so much,” he thought to himself.

They eventually reached a room far more ornately decorated than the guest room he’d been in, and Akeno wasted no time bending over the large bed in the center of it.

“Raise your skirt and lower your panties,” Rias said.

Akeno flipped her short skirt up, revealing her large bubblebutt and lacy black panties. Those panties fell down to her ankles a moment later, and Harry was gifted with a few of her pink pussy. She was visibly wet, he noticed, but more than that, he saw that her nether lips were smaller than Rias’.

“Now, since Harry was so very good to me last night, I think I’m going to gift him the right to spank you,” Rias said, and Harry’s eyes widened. Grinning at him as she turned the chair at her desk around to face the bed and sat down, she said, “don’t hold back now. She’ll never learn if it doesn’t hurt.”

“A...are you sure?” he asked, unsure of who he was questioning.

“Quite,” Rias said. “Begin.”

Harry had never done this before, or anything like it, really, but if the way that Akeno was dripping arousal on the floor was any indication, she was very into this, so he was happy to try. Raising his hand up, he brought it down onto one of her cheeks, watching mesmerized by the way it rippled.

“Um, what was that?” Akeno asked, turning around to look at him.

“Huh?” Harry asked, confused.

“I was looking to be spanked, not gently tapped,” Akeno said. “Hit me like you aren’t a three-year-old girl.”

Harry spanked her again, hitting the other cheek, and he was sure that he hit her harder, but she just sounded frustrated.

“She’s not fragile, you know,” Rias said. “There’s nothing you could do to her just spanking her that would cause lasting harm, and if I could break character for a moment, she fucking loves it. Hit her like you mean it.”

smack.

“Ugh,” Akeno hissed. “You were entered into a tournament against your will, and rather than try to help you, your entire school blamed you for it and saw you as the problem.”

Smack.

“Hmm,” Akeno purred. “I actually felt that one. Your potions teacher is a giant prick who hates you for no reason.”

SMACK.

“Ahh!” Akeno whimpered. “Your best friend turned on you over the tournament after everything you’d been through together.”

SMACK

“Fuck!” Akeno cried. “Just like that!”

“Count them,” Rias commanded.

That last one actually hurt Harry’s hand, but he didn’t care. Raining blow after blow down on her lily-white ass, switching from cheek to cheek each time, he watched it slowly turned. a deep red as he worked out years of frustration.

“Nineteen!” Akeno screamed. “Fuck...twenty!”

“Slap her pussy!” Rias ordered, and he did so without question.

“FUCK!” Akeno shrieked, falling forward onto the bed as she came.

Her orgasm snapped Harry out of the near-trance he’d been in, and he watched her convulse on the bed in shock. A moment later, the pain in his right hand registered, and he shook it to try and soothe it.

“Nicely done,” Rias said, standing up. With a wave of her hand, all three of them were instantly naked, and she grasped his rock-hard cock, staring up at him and saying, “she’s going to want you to treat her like that often, by the way.”

“So...good,” Akeno panted as she came down from her high.

“She doesn’t have a hymen, but no man has ever had her,” Rias whispered in his ear. “She was waiting for one who seemed worthy, who might actually be able to handle her, and I think she’s found one.”

“F...fuck me,” Akeno panted, rolling onto her back and spreading her legs.

“You heard the girl,” Rias said, climbing into bed.

“Fucking hell, that thing’s huge,” Akeno said as Harry drew closer.

“It’ll fit,” Rias said reassuringly, brushing Akeno’s hair out of her face. “Every single inch of it fits inside me, and I’m not that much taller than you.”

“You also stretched quickly for me,” Harry said. “I don’t know if that’s a devil thing or not.”

“I don’t know,” Rias said, “but we are creatures of sin, including lust, so I wouldn’t be surprised.”

Reaching down, she spread Akeno’s folds with her fingers and teased her clit gently, making her moan softly.

“I spent that entire brunch thinking about watching him split you in half,” Rias purred.

“Ahh,” Akeno gasped. “Do it, Harry. Fuck me!”

Harry grabbed his cock as he joined them on the bed and quickly lined himself up with her dripping pussy. Remembering what Rias said about her liking to be teased, he rubbed the bulbous head up and down through her folds and tapped her clit lightly. She whimpered, and he grinned at her, continuing to trace circles around her wet pussy. When sparks of lightning started to form around her fingers, however, he decided that he had teased her enough and nestled his head right by her opening.

“Oh fuck, that’s going to stretch me so much!” Akeno gasped.

Harry just grinned and pushed forward, groaning as the first inch of his cock popped inside her.

“Shit!” Akeno swore, throwing her head back in pleasure. “Oh fuck, you’re so big!”

“Merlin’s balls, you’re tight,” Harry groaned, pushing forward again.

As before with Rias, Akeno felt insanely good around him, tight, wet, and hot as a furnace, but, though he could physically see that her pussy looked like it was being stretched to its limit, her molten insides yielded to his invading cock with ease. He conquered her inch by inch, until, at last, his balls were resting against her plump arse.

“Feels like you’re in my fucking stomach,” Akeno whimpered, reaching up to wrap her arms around him. “It doesn’t hurt as much as I thought.”

“That was my experience too,” Rias said. “I imagine that if I hadn’t made you a devil, it probably would have hurt more.”

“We’ll have to see if that’s true when you fuck my ass,” Akeno said.

“What?!” Harry asked.

“You didn’t think I was only going to want to try and fit that monster of yours in one of my holes, did you?” Akeno asked, grinning wickedly at him. “That’ll have to be another time, though.”

“I think you can start moving now, Harry,” Rias said, rising to her knees on the bed. “As you’re having your fun, though, I intend to have mine.”

Without another word, she crawled over and, hooking a knee over Akeno’s chest, moved to straddle her face, facing Harry.

“Mmm, I was hoping that you’d sit on my face during my first time,” Akeno cooed.

“Ahh, that’s it,” Rias moaned as Akeno started lapping at her heated sex. “Just wait until you feel his tongue, Akeno. He’s even better at eating pussy than you and I are.”

Akeno squeaked in surprise as much as pleasure as Harry eased a few inches of his cock out of her clinging depths and thrust back inside. The first time he buried himself inside Rias, it felt so impossibly good that he couldn’t stop himself from cumming immediately. After that, he seemed to gain a great degree of stamina as if by magic, and for the rest of the night, he hadn’t cum once without getting Rias off first, usually more than once. He’d wondered if that would last past the night, and as he buried himself inside Akeno, who felt just as wonderful, he was happy that it did.

Sinking his fingers into her hips, he worked up to a steady pace, avoiding going that hard just yet.

Looking up at Rias, he saw that her eyes were closed and her mouth was open as she moaned in pleasure at Akeno’s ministrations. He was again taken aback at just how impossibly beautiful she was, bared to him as she was. She quivered slightly whenever Akeno licked something particularly sensitive, and the effect that had on her large breasts was almost hypnotic.

Akeno’s breasts were even larger, and as Harry started picking up pace, fucking the gorgeous brunette harder, they began to roll and jiggle across her chest, towards Rias. He reached down and cupped the massive mounds, kneading the soft yet firm flesh eagerly. Akeno’s moans, muffled as they were by Rias’ body, grew louder and more desperate as he fucked her harder and faster, and when he started teasing her hard nipples between his fingers and thumbs, she let out a wail.

“Hmm,” Rias sighed, grinning. “I daresay that you’re enjoying yourself.”

She raised herself up a bit, and Akeno cried, “yes, fuck, that feels so good!”

Rias laughed and lowered herself back down, smothering her first lover with her dripping, wet pussy.

“Slow down a bit, Harry,” she said. “Akeno can cum when she’s made me cum like a good girl.”

Akeno didn’t need words to express her displeasure there as she whined loudly against Rias’ pussy, but that whine was quickly drowned out by Rias’ loud moan as she pulled the other woman in closer and started swirling her tongue around her throbbing clit.

“Oh fuck, just like that!” Rias moaned, bracing herself on Harry’s shoulders as she soared towards her peak. “Don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t you dare fucking STOP!”

Rias shrieked as she came, leaning heavily on Harry as the pleasure coursed through her. Harry wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight as she came undone and pinched one of her nipples, making her yelp. She ground herself on Akeno’s face as the waves of pleasure continued to crash over her, and the brunette moved away from her clit to lap up her fluids directly. When it finally passed and Rias slumped against, him, he helped ease her away from Akeno’s face, and once she was lying down safely, he leaned in and kissed the brunette.

Akeno moaned into his mouth, and he groaned at tasting Rias’s cunt on her lips, picking up his pace again until he was fucking her hard. She moved her legs up along his sides, and he reached down to grab them, pushing them back until her ankles were by her head.

“Mmm, a mating press, kind of,” Akeno said, her violet eyes locked on his. “You could do anything to me like this.”

“And what do you want me to do?” Harry asked.

“Fuck me until I forget my own name,” Akeno purred.

Harry groaned and started fucking her harder and faster until he was outright pounding her into the bed.

“More, more, more, more!” Akeno cried, clawing at the sheet above her head. “I’m so close.”

“I think I know what you need,” Harry said, moving her ankles to his shoulders.

He reached down and took her breasts in his hands again, kneading them gently. As he moved to her nipples, he grew less gentle, and when he had them between his fingers and thumbs, he pinched them.

“FUCK!” Akeno screamed, cumming hard.

“Oh fuck, I knew you’d like that, you little pain slut,” Harry groaned, too into the athletic fuck to think about what he was saying.

“Yes!” Akeno squealed, though whether she was agreeing with him or just screaming her pleasure, he didn’t know.

Harry pulled out of her suddenly and flipped her onto her belly before entering her again in one brutal thrust. Her arse was still pink from her earlier spanking, and he rubbed his hands over the abused cheeks, making her moan.

“That...was fucking...amazing,” Akeno panted as she came down from her orgasm.

“I’m not done with you yet,” Harry said, working his cock in and out of her in the new position.

“He really isn’t,” Rias said, grazing her nails over Akeno’s back. “I wasn’t kidding when I said he went all night.”

She grinned at him as she said that, and he pulled her in for a passionate kiss. Kissing one woman while he fucked another somehow felt dirtier than anything he had done yet. When he broke the kiss for air, he reached down and grabbed a handful of Akeno’s hair, pulling her head back like he’d seen Rias do earlier.

“You really do like pain, huh?” he whispered in her ear.

“Ye...yes,” Akeno whimpered, sounding close to another orgasm already. “Both experiencing and causing it.”

That gave him pause for a second, as he thought that he really couldn’t see himself enjoying being hurt, but he figured that would be something to decide another time. Keeping a hand on her hair, with her lying on her belly, he was again fucking her into the bed, and, just to see what would happen, he tried changing the angle of his thrusts. Akeno’s moans didn’t change, so he did it again, trying a few different things until it felt like the head of his cock slipped inside some kind of shallow opening deep within her.

“FUCK!” Akeno squealed, her whole body shaking from the intensity of whatever he had just hit. “Right there, right fucking there!”

No matter what Snape might say, Harry was actually capable of following clear instructions, and he started hitting that deep spot again and again with each thrust. Akeno’s moans and cries became screams and shrieks as she raced towards another orgasm. Her whole body went taut under him as it drew close, and as he felt himself getting close as well, he knew that he needed to finish things quickly. Tugging on her hair again, he brought his other hand down on her arse, and the effect was immediate.

Akeno shrieked at the top of her lungs, the intensity of her orgasm robbing her of words. Clawing at the sheets in front of her, her whole body began to shake and convulse as ecstasy beyond her wildest dreams flooded her entire being. Harry felt her squirt around him, soaking the bed under them as her already tight tunnel began spasming and squeezing his cock, and it was too much for him. Groaning in pleasure, he came, filling her to the brim with rope after rope of his thick white cum. He fell forward, catching himself on his forearms, and buried his face in the crook of her neck as he came down from the high, panting for breath.

“Wow,” Rias said, lying down next to them and running a hand over his back, “so that’s what I looked like last night.”

“Love...you,” Akeno panted, grinning at Rias.

Rias laughed and kissed her dearest friend.

“When you can move, pull out of her,” Rias said. “I want to slurp your cum from her pussy.”

“I know this is hell,” Harry said as he regained his breath, “but I’m pretty sure I’m in heaven.”

The both of them laughed, and he pulled out of Akeno, rolling onto his back and staring at the ceiling. Rias rushed between Akeno’s legs and leaned in until her nose was between the other woman’s bountiful arsecheeks and her mouth was on her pussy. He felt his cock twitch despite how hard he just came, and as he noticed that Rias had a hand between her legs and was leisurely stroking her pussy, he knew that he wasn’t going to be leaving this bed for hours, something that he had no problem at all with.

*****

Sirzechs strolled into Ajuka’s palace with the same air of calm and comfort that he carried himself with everywhere, giving the guards a curt nod as they bowed their heads in respect. His old friend had seemed particularly intrigued by his new research subject, and given Rias’ apparent affection for said subject, he thought it was a good idea to check in and see what he’d found. He had been to the palace countless times through the eons and knew both where Ajuka’s lab was and the likelihood that his fellow Satan was holed up there at the moment. Sure enough, he found the green-haired man looking up at a screen and reading through notes.

“Is that about my sister’s new paramour?” he asked as he entered.

“A most confounding case he’s turning into,” Ajuka grumbled, not even looking at him.

“I can imagine,” Sirzechs commented. “The evil pieces have been a game changer for us. The idea that they can fail...”

“Is horrifying,” Ajuka finished for him, tapping his chin in thought. “Oh, if only I had managed to duplicate Leviathan’s work on the Incubus-Succubus project.”

“I do wish that you’d stop beating yourself up over that,” Sirzechs said. “Yes, you never figured out how Leviathan managed that, but then no one in her day knew how she’d done it either. Instead, you created the evil pieces and, through them, saved us from ruin.”

“And they’ve worked flawlessly for centuries,” Ajuka said. “Even Mephisto’s mad attempt to use one on a dragon worked. The idea that a descendant of the Fallen could manage to find a way to stop them is troubling, to put it mildly.”

“It was the curse in his scar, then?” Sirzechs asked.

“So it seems,” Ajuka replied. “Truth be told, I doubt that what happened to him is terribly replicable. Somehow, he was hit with a curse as a baby that not only failed to kill him but also rebounded on the caster, killing him. Whatever it did, it’s left a permanent mark on the boy that’s interfering with the magic of the pieces.”

“So we probably don’t have to worry that much, given the unique circumstances,” Sirzechs commented.

“Probably, but I’m not about to wager the survival of our species on something I’m not certain about,” Ajuka said. “There’s something else about young Harry that’s equally troubling.”

“What?” Sirzechs asked, his eyes narrowing.

“I’ve run every test I could think of on him,” Ajuka said. “Some of the results won’t be ready for days, but one that I did just for the sake of thoroughness has yielded results. There are very faint traces of demonic magic on him.”

“Traces that couldn’t have come from Rias?” Sirzechs asked.

“No,” Ajuka replied. “They’re too old for one thing, too faint. Beyond that, though, I know what your sister’s magic feels like, and this is different. Whoever the devil was who came into contact with him, it’s no one whose magic I recognize off the top of my head, and yet it does feel vaguely familiar.”

“Hmm,” Sirzechs said. “Do you think I should be worried?”

“About Rias, no,” Ajuka said. “The boy’s harmless and largely clueless. I questioned him extensively before Grayfia’s spell wore off, and he honestly knew nothing about us. Even his attempt to summon a devil came from information that he only half-read. Whatever’s going on with him, he’s genuinely ignorant of it. In general, though, I am worried.”

“I can see why,” Sirzechs said. “The evil pieces failing would be bad enough, but if there’s a stray devil involved…”

“We must proceed cautiously,” Ajuka said, “and until I manage to figure out how his curse is interfering with the pieces, we need to keep a close eye on him.”

“I’ll see to it,” Sirzechs said, nodding. “Rias will also be keeping a close eye on him, I’m sure.”

Ajuka turned back to the screen, and Sirzechs quietly teleported home. He had a great deal to think about.