Chapter 30
"Alright, that will allow me to run a number of tests," Ajuka said as he held up the vial containing Harry's blood. "Now tell me, have you noticed any obvious changes since your transformation?"
"Nothing that Rias has said is odd," Harry replied. "My senses are better, not just my vision, and I'm far stronger and faster than I was before. I see a lot better at night as well."
"Mmhmm," Ajuka nodded. "Those are perfectly normal. I want you to mention any change you experience to your master, and I will be informing her that I want to immediately be told about anything that she sees as odd."
"Were all records about incubi and succubi lost?" Harry asked.
"There never were any," Ajuka sighed. "Leviathan had a perfect memory, and she apparently took pride in never having to write anything down, which I'm sure was very impressive, but it also meant that when she died…"
"We were screwed," Harry sighed, having hoped that some records about what he'd become might be in the library.
"Everything we know about what you are comes from second-hand accounts from millennia ago," Ajuka replied. "The truth is that we don't know much at all."
"I'm highly virile, and I have horns and a tail," Harry said, recalling how he and Rias had nearly forgotten to use a contraception charm as they had sex the other day, having not bothered before. "Is that really all that we know so far?"
"Leviathan seemed to think that incubi and succubi could derive greater power from sex, almost as if the act itself empowered them in some way, but again, we don't know just what her findings were," Ajuka replied. "This is part of what makes you so fascinating. You're a research subject like none other."
"At least I'm entertaining to you," he thought to himself, knowing better than to speak the snarky remark aloud.
Ajuka was friendly enough, if quite cold and prickly at times, but he was also stupidly powerful, something that Harry hadn't really grasped until he saw Sirzechs, who was apparently the man's equal, wipe out the Dementors like they were nothing.
"Now, there is one other thing," Ajuka said, conjuring a few petri dishes. "I need semen samples."
"What?" Harry asked.
"At the risk of sounding indelicate, you are an incredibly important resource," Ajuka replied, "and if you were to die, we would lose a massive opportunity here. I refuse to risk ending up in the same position we were in before, and as I imagine you would object to being kept in Agreas in perpetuity, I require insurance."
"Right," Harry replied, taking the petri dishes from the powerful devil. "You won't use these without telling me first, right?"
"I won't use these unless you die without progeny," Ajuka replied. "I want insurance in case anything happens to you but I'm not in any rush to impregnate random devils with little incubi and succubi just yet. You can use that restroom over there."
"Okay. Will do," Harry said, willing enough to give the powerful devil what he required.
He walked over to the restroom and closed the door behind him before lowering his pants and taking his cock in hand, conjuring warm lubricant in his hand and smearing it over the shaft. He snorted as he realized that he hadn't even done this since before he met Rias, having had a more than active sex life in the months since. Of course, just like riding a bike, one never forgot how to do this, and in seconds he had stroked himself to his full length. He opened one of the petri dishes and held it out in front of his cock, wondering just how he was supposed to do this. His cumshots had always been on the longer side, and he wasn't entirely sure how to make the shallow dish catch it all, but he figured he'd try it out and clean up any mess he made. He wasn't about to ask Ajuka; that was for sure.
Closing his eyes, he imagined his lovers in the many, many different positions and combinations he'd taken them in during the past several months, stroking his cock faster and faster as he, for the first time in a long time, actually tried to cum quickly. He recalled buggering Rias the night before, suppressing a groan at the memory. She's been so hot and so fucking tight, and while she'd made it clear that that wasn't going to become an every-night thing, he knew that he'd get to claim her tightest hole again soon.
"Fuck," he grunted as he came, only to freeze as the cumshot hit his fingers as well as the petri dish, making his hands slippery enough for the dish to slip out.
He watched in horror as rope after massive rope of cum shot across the room, painting the walls, the ceiling, and the floor even whiter than they already were. His grip on the petri dish hadn't been very tight, but even if he'd held onto it, it would have been entirely inadequate. By the time Ajuka popped back over and knocked on the door, he had painted much of the room with his semen.
"Harry, what was that?" the powerful devil asked as Harry looked around in shock.
He'd cum inside Rias and the others a few times last night, and each time that he did, one of the others immediately started drinking from her, so he had no idea that his semen production had increased so dramatically.
He vanished the semen, cleaning the restroom as thoroughly as he could as he replied, asking, "Um, do you have any...mason jars?"
"Why in the world would you need...oh," Ajuka replied flatly. "Just one moment."
Harry winced and vanished the shards of the shattered petri dish.
"Wow, it's beautiful," Hermione marveled as she looked around the library.
With its dark blue walls and dark wooden shelves, it was a truly gorgeous library, and as Hermione looked around, she wondered just how many floors up and down it extended, knowing that it had to be truly enormous to contain the entire omnilibrary.
"Why, thank you," Zeoticus said, and Hermione whipped around in shock, her face going red as she realized that she hadn't seen him sitting in the corner. "You're Hermione, right? The one responsible for all this?"
"Yes, sir...er, my lord," Hermione replied, and Zeoticus chuckled.
"You've given my family a tremendous boon here," he smiled, "and I must thank you for that."
"It was my pleasure," Hermione replied. "When I first realized just how extensive the library was, I actually teared up at the thought that I'd never get to read a fraction of it, but just having all this knowledge preserved was...there was no way that I could just leave it as it was."
"And now that you're a devil, you'll get a chance to read far more of it," Zeoticus smiled. "For your work in bringing this all to my family, I'm granting you permanent unrestricted access to the library. Anything you wish to read, you can."
"Thank you, my lord," Hermione beamed, her gaze falling to the leather-bound tome in his hands. "If you don't mind me asking, what are you reading?"
"This is an account from one of the inventors of the Atlantean automatons," Zeoticus replied. "It's truly fascinating."
"I'm sorry, Atlantis was real?" Hermione asked.
"Oh yes," Zeoticus replied. "It was raised from the ocean as your ancestors sought to flee from the servants of the Tyrant in the antediluvian age. The first products of unions between the Fallen and humans were generally powerful, but they were no match for the heavenly host, and as the Tyrant had forbidden his angels to couple at all, much less with his favorite experiment, he was more than a little angry with them. The magical kingdom of Atlantis stood for ages, their powerful magics managing to help them elude even his eyes."
"What happened to them?" Hermione asked. "Did Go...the Tyrant eventually find them?"
"Their end was his doing, but not intentionally," Zeoticus replied. "The Flood crippled their runic supports, and though it receded from the rest of the world when the other gods, led by a very angry Poseidon, briefly united as one to force the Tyrant's hand, the damage had already been done. Atlantis returned to the depths from which it had been raised, and all their great works went with them, until now, that is."
"This doesn't sound like something you just discovered," Hermione pointed out and Zeoticus chuckled.
"It isn't," he replied. "My ancestor, Runeas Gremory, had dealings with them back in the day, and her journals contain a vivid description of what their kingdom was like. I've been fascinated by them since I was a boy, and I cannot tell you how pleased I am to have actual Atlantean texts to pore over."
"Were these automatons soldiers?" Hermione asked.
"No, they were servants," Zeoticus replied. "Their population was small, and they were reluctant to venture out into the greater world, lest they run afoul of Heaven again, so the practice of slavery, which was utterly ubiquitous at the time, wasn't an option, so they turned to magic for a solution."
"Sort of like house elves are now," Hermione murmured.
"Pretty much," Zeoticus replied.
"Actually, that raises a question I've been meaning to ask someone here for a while," Hermione said. "Rias said that house elves don't do well in the Underworld, but she didn't know how exactly, and it's been a very busy year. Harry has a pair of elves and…"
"The ones who helped the library project to start with, yes," Zeoticus interrupted her, stroking his goatee. "I don't think they die if they come here or anything, but I've just always known that it's best not to bother. I remember my grandfather said that they were very annoying once, but he didn't say anything else."
"Annoying?" Hermione asked, furrowing her brow in confusion. "I mean, they can be pretty...exuberant in their zeal to serve at times."
"The only other thing I remember is my grandmother saying that some of them smelled really bad," Zeoticus shrugged, confusing Hermione further. "We have no shortage of servants in the Underworld, so no one I know has ever considered bringing them over. I can ask Venelana and a few of my friends if they know more, but your best source of information is likely around us."
"Right," Hermione nodded. "Thank you for your time."
Zeoticus just smiled and returned to his book.
"It was bloody mortifying," Harry groaned as Luna giggled and Rias hid her smile with her hand. "You could have told me I came like a breeding bull."
"To be honest, Harry, I didn't notice the difference," Rias replied, "though by the time you cum inside me, I'm never particularly aware of anything."
"You do have that effect on us," Luna added, crawling behind him on the bed and massaging his shoulders.
"Oh, that's good," Harry sighed in pleasure as her surprisingly strong hands kneaded his muscles. "The good news is that Ajuka has about a pint of my semen now, so if anything happens to me, the underworld should be fine."
"A pint?" Rias asked.
"I was so embarrassed I went a little overboard," Harry replied, "and he did provide me with a few jars, so…"
"Well, while, you spent the morning masturbating, I popped over to Kuoh and picked up the material I missed," Rias said.
"Your classes continue for a couple more weeks now?" Harry asked.
"Three," Rias replied. "Did Lord Ajuka say anything else about you sticking around here?"
"No, I'm good to go," Harry replied. "As much as I'd like to visit Kuoh and finally see Japan, I need to check in with Sirius."
"Of course," Rias smiled. "I'll take you three back to Grimmauld Place and probably send Akeno along to collect you later. I imagine you have more than a few letters to write too."
"Right," Harry sighed. Given that he was leaving the country, he had a fair few people to say goodbye to. "Where's Hermione?"
"Do you really need to ask?" Luna asked.
"Library, right," Harry chuckled. "Well, we'll go get her in a few minutes. Given that you're nearing the end of a school year, I imagine you're really busy…"
"I'll never be too busy to take care of you, Harry," Rias cut him off. "Your life was in danger and…"
"I was going to say I hope it won't interfere with our ritual plans," Harry cut her off. "The full moon is in a few days."
"Actually, there's something I need to talk to you all about regarding that," Rias replied, earning curious looks from both of them. "We should go get Hermione, since this affects her too…"
"What affects me?" Hermione asked as she walked in.
Rias closed the door behind her with a wave of her hand and said, "I don't think we should undo the ritual; in fact, I think you should do it with Akeno instead."
"What?" Harry asked. "Why?"
"Well, Akeno wants to, for one thing, and it turns out that there's more to this than that scroll said," Rias replied, summoning a heavy tome she'd found in the library the day before and opening it to the relevant page. "By the way, Hermione, how are you finding the gift of tongues?"
"I read a book in a dead language earlier, so I'm pretty happy at the moment," Hermione replied with a wide smile, though that gave way to a look of shock as she read through the passage Rias was pointing to. "Oh, wow."
"Wait, what?" Harry asked, blinking in confusion.
"Oh, that's why you destroyed that bugman like you did!" Luna exclaimed, and Rias just smiled.
"Apparently, the master-servant contract is a little less one-sided than we believed," the redhead explained. "I seemed stronger than I was before because I am."
"So every time we have sex…" Harry went to ask.
"Not necessarily, but every time you trigger the bond and then have sex, it makes her a little more powerful," Hermione replied before he even finished, reading through the book. "This is written in those same nearly Luciferian characters."
"It's almost certainly from another world," Rias nodded, "one that I wish we could access. If there are devils there too, I would love to see how they differ from us."
"Do you think that might be possible?" Luna asked.
"If it is possible, the answer to how to do it is likely in the library," Hermione replied.
"Sex," Harry said, snapping his fingers as his eyes went wide.
"I'm always willing," Luna replied.
"No, I mean, sex might be the key," Harry added. "Earlier, when I was speaking to Lord Ajuka, he said that he incubi and succubi were thought to draw power from sex, becoming stronger the more they did it. If the master-servant contracts allow for the master to strengthen the servants through sex…"
"You could bond all of us and make it entirely reciprocal," Luna finished for him. "Our orgies could make us all more powerful!"
"That…" Hermione trailed off, her eyes going wide as she realized what that would mean. "That could give you a way to catch up to Rizevim's level."
"We don't know for sure that sex will make you stronger, and frankly, we can't say for absolute certain that the master-servant contract has the effects described here," Rias cautioned them. "The whole reason that I want you to bond Akeno as well is that it would provide us with another test subject. If we both progress by leaps and bounds over the next couple months, then we'll know for sure."
"That's...scientific," Hermione replied. "At the very least, it would let us determine if one's reluctance to submit during the acts has any impact on the apparent benefits."
"Are you sure, though?" Harry asked, taking her hand. "I know it hasn't been your favorite thing in the world."
"I'm no more submissive now than I was a few months ago, but if this really works the way that the book describes, there is nothing that I wouldn't let you do to me," Rias purred. "You know how much I want to succeed in the rating games. If I can grow stronger just by letting you fuck my brains out and make me call you master, that's a price I'm more than willing to pay. It's not exactly torture, after all."
Harry grinned at that and kissed her, chuckling when she immediately moved to dominate the kiss. She'd been willing to accept the bond and all its' aspects to keep him safe, so he wasn't entirely surprised that she was willing to keep it if it meant getting a leg up on her competition in the games, given that being a top-ranked competitor in them was her dream.
"Well, if there's nothing else we need to do here, I can return you three to England," Rias smiled.
"Will you be by later?" Luna asked.
"No, I have some stuff to catch up on, but I'll send Akeno over," Rias replied.
None of them had any truly pressing reasons to stay in the Underworld for the time being, so Rias opened a teleportation circle around them, and in a flash of light they were gone, reappearing in the sitting room of 10 Grimmauld Place.
"Harry, thank...what the hell?" Sirius exclaimed, staring up at him in shock.
"Oh, right," Rias winced as she remembered that they'd forgotten to hide his horns. In their defense, they weren't exactly going somewhere public, but it still would have been wise.
"Hi, Sirius," Harry replied, furrowing his brow in feigned confusion. "What, do I have something on my face?"
Sirius looked at him for a few seconds before he started to laugh and pulled Harry in for a hug.
"Did you transfigure those on?" Sirius asked, "And is this a tail?"
"No, and yes," Harry replied. "There were a few complications when I became a devil, but I'm otherwise fine, and look..."
With a wave of his hand, he made the horns and tail disappear, looking more normal again.
"I'm sorry, you became a devil?" Sirius asked.
"It's something we can do to humans we feel would serve us well or just really want to see live longer," Rias replied, taking Harry's hand. "My people can live for thousands of years, after all."
"Right," Sirius muttered, shaking his head. "Apparently the process causes growth spurts. You're taller now than James was. What?"
"There's something I need to tell you," Harry replied.
"I need to get back to Japan," Rias said softly, kissing Harry goodbye. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"See you then," Harry smiled as she disappeared.
"Crookshanks!" Hermione exclaimed as the angry orange cat marched into the room, meowing at her in obvious annoyance. Picking him up, she added, "Oh, I'm so sorry, but we had to go quickly, and I had some business to take care of. Now let's get you some treats."
"I'll go check on the owls," Luna murmured. "It's nice seeing you again, Sirius."
"So, is this a butterbeer conversation or a firewhiskey one?" Sirius asked once they were alone.
"You have anything stronger than that?" Harry muttered and Sirius just winced, summoning his nearby bottle of whiskey.
"That bad, huh?" Sirius asked as he poured them a couple glasses. "Is this about what happened yesterday?"
"Yes," Harry sighed, sipping the fiery liquid.
"Rias said that you sort of died," Sirius prompted.
"I did," Harry replied. "I got distracted for a moment, Voldemort's killing curse hit me, and...I saw my father."
Sirius' eyes went wide as saucers, and he downed his glass, choking out, "You saw James?"
"I did," Harry sighed, smiling despite the news he'd gotten.
"What did he...how did he…" Sirius stammered.
"He was proud of me," Harry whispered, not trusting his voice, "and he needed my help."
"Your help?" Sirius asked, still not entirely having processed that the soul of his dearest friend in all the world had spoken to his son. "Was Lily there?"
"That's what he needed help with," Harry replied before launching into the entire story.
Sirius' face went from jubilant at the idea that his old friend was still out there in some form to horrified over the course of it, and by the end, he was sitting next to Harry with an arm around his shoulders and refilling their glasses.
"I hope you don't think that's your fault," he said.
"No, but like with Luna's dad and Hermione's parents, it's my responsibility," Harry replied. "I have to get strong enough to rescue her. I have to…"
"From the son of the Devil," Sirius added, shaking his head. "Merlin, Harry."
"I know, I know," Harry sighed. "Ajuka and Sirzechs assure me that she'd not in actual danger right now, or I'd be freaking out far more."
"So, is it even safe to wear the cloak with those horns?" Sirius asked, changing the subject, and Harry's eyes went wide.
"The cloak!" he exclaimed, his hand flying into his mokeskin pouch as he jumped to his feet. "Hermione?!"
"What is it?" Hermione asked, rushing into the room.
"Did you see where my cloak went?" Harry asked, his heart sinking as he realized that it wasn't in the pouch.
"I gave it back to you at Sirzechs' palace," Hermione replied, her brow furrowing in concern. "After that you transformed, and we were all so distracted that I didn't see what happened to it. We can ask him if his servants found it."
"What's wrong?" Luna asked.
"Harry misplaced the cloak," Hermione replied. "I gave it to him just before Rias used her evil pieces on him, and in the chaos that followed, it must have been dropped."
"Well, I'm sure Sirzechs servants will find it," Luna assured him as Harry suddenly remembered his transformation and sat down heavily.
"No, they won't," he said despondently. "Oh no."
"What is it?" Sirius asked.
"The cloak was destroyed," Harry croaked.
"What?" Sirius breathed. "How?"
"I...I remember," Harry breathed, feeling his eyes grow misty. "Something was wrong with me. The evil pieces had worked, but something wasn't right. I was burning up and felt like my head was going to explode. I was reaching for something, anything to make it stop, and three things responded. The cloak, the stone, and Dumbledore's wand, they…"
"The hallows," Luna breathed. "Oh Merlin, that must have been the Elder Wand."
"Wait, the Deathly Hallows?" Sirius asked. "Those things are a myth, a children's story; they…"
"The resurrection stone was real," Hermione whispered, looking down and swallowing thickly as she realized that she'd never get to speak to her parents again. "Luna and I both used it."
"What?!" Sirius exclaimed.
"Harry's cloak was the Cloak of Invisibility," Luna added. "That's why it lasted as long as it did."
"I...I thought it was just really well made," Sirius said weakly. "That would mean, though…"
"Damn it!" Harry shouted, slamming his fist down on the table so hard it cracked. With tears in his eyes, he buried his face in his hands and mourned the first proper connection to his parents he'd ever had. "Fuck, I'm so sorry. I…"
"Harry, you have nothing to apologize for," Hermione insisted, wrapping her arms around him.
"But the stone…" Harry went to protest, trailing off. "I don't even understand what happened."
"You had all three of them," Luna explained. "That made you their master, and when whatever Rizevim did to you made your devil transformation go wonky, you must have subconsciously pulled on them. Even Sirzechs couldn't destroy the stone, which meant that it had to be extremely powerful. Their sacrifice might be the only reason that you survived at all, if things were as bad as Rias said."
"I...need to lie down," Harry breathed, making his way upstairs.
"Kreacher, show him which room is his," Sirius sighed, and the house elf popped over and led Harry away. Pouring himself another shot, he shook his head, saying, "Keep an eye on him, will you? This has been a really rough couple days for him."
"I thought Voldemort's final defeat would be something joyous," Hermione sighed, repairing the table.
"It didn't come without cost," Luna sighed.
"You should have seen the paper this morning," Sirius muttered.
"Oh?" Luna asked.
"Strangely, people aren't taking the fact that dozens of armed lunatics broke into Hogwarts and killed a couple students well," Sirius snarked.
"A couple?" Hermione asked, her eyes widening in alarm. "Oh no, did anyone else die? I thought that Koneko saved Ron and the oth…"
"Draco Malfoy is being considered one of their victims, at least for now," Sirius replied. "Between that and the fact that dozens of upstanding pureblood lords were among the dark wanker's followers, the whole country's in an uproar. Fudge has already resigned, and Amelia Bones has taken over in the interim."
"That piece of garbage is the one who brought the Death Eaters into the school," Hermione raged.
"Proving that would might difficult with everyone involved dead," Sirius replied, "especially since Lucius Malfoy was apparently murdered by a known Death Eater a few months ago. Narcissa is understandably furious, and while Dumbledore's apparently running interference, let's just say that I'm not opposed to the idea of leaving the country just now. He was over earlier and let me know about our apparent moving plans. You're lucky I have a pretty good poker face, or I might have let slip that it was the first I'd heard of it."
"Sorry about that," Hermione muttered. "Our original plans for the summer involved us all staying here and hopefully finding a way to finish Voldemort off before the next school year. I know that Harry was increasingly considering leaving here and moving to Japan to be with Rias and Akeno once the Horcrux was gone and we were finally rid of him, but I swear that's something that we were all going to discuss at length."
"Then Voldemort attacked the school, and, well…" Luna added.
"As we were standing there in the great hall, surrounded by the mangled bodies of Voldemort and dozens of Death Eaters, being gawked at by Professor Dumbledore, Harry just said that we'd be leaving soon so it wouldn't really matter what the ministry thought," Hermione sighed.
"I'm not going to lie, it is a bit of a shitstorm at the moment," Sirius muttered, "but no one in their right mind would try to try Harry for killing Voldemort and his minions. Are you sure that you want to leave, though? I figured from our brief interactions that you might look to teach after you graduated, if only so you could keep going to Hogwarts."
"There was a time when I might have thought that way, and I do still cherish the time I spent there, but if Harry wants to move on, I'm happy to follow him," Hermione replied. "What about you, though?"
"I don't exactly have the most pleasant memories of Britain," Sirius replied dryly, "and my only remaining friend is living in Germany at the moment, so what would really keep me here other than Harry?"
"I feel the same way," Luna smiled sadly.
"I'm surprised you're willing to leave the Hogwarts library behind so easily, though," Sirius chuckled, and Hermione looked at him in surprise.
"Oh right, we haven't told you about that yet," she said. "We actually found a…"
She trailed off as a summoning circle appeared in the middle of the room and smiled as Akeno appeared, though her face fell as she saw how troubled she looked.
"Akeno, is something wrong?" Luna asked.
"Rias sent me to check on Harry," Akeno replied listlessly. "Where is he?"
"Upstairs," Hermione replied as Sirius muttered something that sounded like 'bloody hell, pup,' under his breath.
"Hello," he said, standing up. "We haven't met. I'm Sirius Black."
"Akeno Himejima," Akeno replied, barely looking at him. "Excuse me."
"Um, is she usually like that?" Sirius asked as she flew upstairs.
"Not at all," Luna replied, sounding concerned as she stared after her. "Hopefully she and Harry will be able to help each other."
"Anyway, as I was saying, we found this room in Hogwarts that not even you and your friends knew about," Hermione continued. "It was a room that could conjure virtually anything within the bounds of Gamp's Laws, and I eventually realized that it could recreate books…"
"Fucking hell, what a mess," Harry muttered, lying on his bed and staring at the ceiling. When a knock came to the door, he called out, "Hermione, I just need a little…"
"It's me," Akeno replied, sounding quite unlike herself, and Harry sat up.
"Come in," he replied, furrowing his brow as he saw how she looked. Her hair was down instead of done up in a ponytail like she usually kept it, and her purple eyes looked hooded, as though she hadn't slept well the night before. "What's wrong?"
"Hmm?" Akeno asked before shaking her head. "Nothing, I just wanted to see how you were doing. Rias filled me in on some of what happened after I left."
"I'm not okay," Harry sighed, standing up and undoing the illusion charms he'd cast on his new features. "I grew horns and a tail, and somehow that's the least fucked-up development in the last twenty-four hours."
"Wow," Akeno breathed, reaching up and running her fingers along his hard, sharp horns. "You know, the signs were there, not that we realized it at the time."
"Huh?" Harry asked.
"Harry, you went from being a virgin to not only having a threesome with two devils but fucking the shit out of us in twenty-four hours," Akeno replied. "Rias and I were very happy to just enjoy the fact that we'd found such a stud to share, but, in hindsight, that was really weird."
"A freak after all," Harry laughed humorlessly, and her face fell.
"Don't," she scowled. "You're not a freak, Harry."
"Well, I'm sure as shit abnormal," Harry muttered, looking away. "All my life growing up, my relatives called me that, and I hated it. It turned out that they knew what I was and resented me for that. When I finally learned the truth and got to go to this whole other world hidden in my own, I thought I'd have a chance to be a normal person and live a normal life, only to learn that I was a celebrity with a dead lunatic after my blood. I finally dealt with him after years of worrying about him and joined yet another new world, only to end up in the same position. No matter where I turn or what I do, I'm just always going to be like this, and the worst part is that I didn't even get to enjoy finally finishing off Voldemort before learning that another, infinitely more powerful threat is out there, holding my mother's soul captive. On top of that, it turns out that I destroyed one of the only things I have from my father when I changed into this, and…"
Akeno hugged him, and he went silent, burying his face in her silky black hair and inhaling the pleasant jasmine scent of her shampoo.
"Is this just going to be my life?" he whispered. "Am I stuck going from one fight to another, never getting more than a moment here or there of peace?"
"I don't know," Akeno replied honestly, "but I do know that I'll be right there with you, as will Rias, Hermione, Luna, and Fleur. We love you, Harry, not the celebrity wizard or the horned incubus, but you."
"I love you too," Harry sighed, breathing in her scent again and enjoying the feeling of her large breasts pressed against his chest. She was wearing a white robe and red skirt just then, less revealing clothes than what she normally wore, and as Harry felt his self-pity melt away, he finally noticed. "Not that I don't like it, but what's with the outfit?"
"These are the traditional clothes of a Shinto shrine maiden," Akeno replied, swallowing thickly. "I wear them now and then when I want to honor and feel close to my mother."
"Your mother?" Harry asked, feeling his heart sink as he saw an all-too familiar pain in her eyes. "Do you want to talk about it? You know I, of all people, can understand."
"She was murdered," Akeno whispered, her eyes filling with tears.
"Who killed her?" Harry asked, already plotting their deaths on the off chance she and Rias hadn't already seen to them.
"Assassins," Akeno replied. "They weren't after her, but their...target wasn't around when they arrived, and she was the next best thing."
"Tell me they're dead," Harry hissed, and Akeno just nodded. As he held her trembling form in his arms, a thought occurred to him, and he asked, "This is about that person Voldemort mentioned, isn't it? Baraqiel, was it?"
"She saved his life," Akeno explained, her voice flat and listless. "He was wounded and stumbled into her shrine, collapsing in front of her. She took him in and healed his wounds, tending to him nearly constantly, and the two grew close. If she hadn't, if she'd just let him rot, she'd still be alive today."
The sheer venom in her voice took him aback, and he ran his fingers through her hair, trying to calm her as he asked, "What happened?"
"They fell in love," Akeno spat, and Harry's eyes widened. "Fallen angels have been breeding humans since time immemorial; it's kind of their thing, and after he made her his bride, that's what he did."
"He's your father," Harry guessed, stepping back and looking at her, taking in the look of sheer hatred on her beautiful face.
Akeno willed her wings to spring forth, and Harry marveled at what they looked like. One of them was the typical bat-like wing of a devil, but the other was distinctly avian, sprouting dark black feathers.
"I look so much like her," Akeno wept, "but he gave me his eyes, and he gave me this, and not even the gift of devilry could wash away the taint. I'm the freak, Harry, not you."
"You're nothing of the sort," Harry insisted, sweeping her into his arms again. "You're one of the most incredible people I've ever met, Akeno, and a few feathers isn't enough to change that."
"Harry," Akeno breathed, looking up into his eyes as her own remained watery.
"What happened that day?" Harry asked. "Assassins were after him, but…"
"He wasn't there," Akeno hissed. "He was never there. She loved him so much, and in the end, for all his vaunted power, he couldn't even come save her. She hid me and pleaded with them to leave in peace. I couldn't do anything, couldn't breathe a word as they murdered her."
"Akeno," Harry sighed, holding her tightly as she started crying again.
"I hate him," she wept. "He painted that target on her back and just left her when we needed him most."
"How did you get away?" Harry asked.
"They didn't look for me," Akeno replied. "I don't know if they didn't know I was there or if they just got bored when they didn't immediately find him, but they left. After that, I lived with my mother's family for a while, but they never accepted me, given what I was, and kicked me out when I was ten. I wandered on my own after that, using the magical skills my mother taught me to get by, and one day, I saved the life of a man contracted to Rias' father. I didn't mean to, but he noticed me anyway, and contacted the Gremorys. I feared that they'd kill me for what I was and fled, only to be discovered by my relatives."
"Why do I get the feeling this wasn't a happy reunion?" Harry winced, and Akeno laughed humorlessly.
"I should have told you all this months ago, given your own experiences with maternal relatives who don't like what you are," Akeno muttered. "At least yours never tried to kill you."
"Fuck, Akeno," Harry replied, his eyes going wide.
"Rias was in town, curious about the magical girl her father had been told about, and accompanied by Agrippa," Akeno continued. "They saved my life, and I've been hers ever since. I so hoped that becoming her queen would, I don't know, cleanse me, I guess, but some taints just run too deep."
"You're not tainted," Harry insisted, "and you're not Baraqiel just because his blood runs through your veins. Did you even hesitate to come to my aid when you learned I was in danger?"
"Not for a moment," Akeno replied, smiling slightly and looking down as he wiped her tears away from her cheeks.
"You're strong, fiercely protective of the ones you love, and absolutely brilliant," Harry murmured, cupping her chin and raising her head until she was staring right into his eyes. "I'm in love with you, Akeno Himejima, and a little angel blood isn't going to change that."
"Oh, Harry," Akeno cried, pulling him down for a passionate kiss that he returned hungrily.
The two of them made out wildly, each wanting more than anything to lose themselves in their passion and forget their troubles for a while. Harry flew back towards the bed, undressing them both with a wave of his hand, and he reached down to cup her round, firm arsecheeks as their clothes reappeared, folded on his dresser. They both grunted as they landed on the bed, and Akeno started grinding her pussy on his rapidly hardening length.
"Keep talking like that and neither one of us is going to leave this room for the rest of the day," Akeno purred.
"Oh no, that would be terrible," Harry replied sarcastically and the raven-haired girl grinned.
"Fucking hell, did this thing get even bigger?" she asked as she realized just how thick his cock felt against her overheated flesh.
"If so, barely," Harry replied. "Rias, Hermione, and Luna said the same, but I don't know."
"Hmm, well, if so, it's but one of many amazing changes," Akeno purred, running her hands up along his muscular abdomen and chest. "You know you were really cute when we first met and developed some muscly yumminess over the course of the year, but you're seriously in hunk territory now."
"If so, then we just fit together even better," Harry grinned, running his hands up along her sides and cupping her heavy breasts. "I think I could spend the ten thousand years fucking you and not get enough of your body."
Akeno grinned at that and said, "Oh, I'm sure we're going to fit together perfectly."
"Did Rias tell you about the ritual?" Harry asked, and she paused, cocking an eyebrow at him. "Well, I'm not getting into everything when we could be doing significantly more fun things than talking, but suffice to say she told me that she wants us to do it in a few days."
"You mean…" Akeno breathed, her eyes going wide. She had spoken to her about it but she figured she'd have to wait until after the two of them undid the contract between them.
"I mean, that come the full moon, you're going to be my little sex slave," Harry rumbled, grabbing her by the throat and squeezing lightly. He felt her whole body shudder at that and grinned, adding, "I knew you'd like that, you little pain slut."
"Fuck, Harry," Akeno whimpered, her cunt flooding at his sinful words. "Give me a taste of what that will be like, master. I think it would make us both feel better if you used me like a toy right now."
"If that's what my toy wants…" Harry trailed off, grinning as he saw her purple eyes go nearly black with lust. "Get on your knees."
Akeno flew off of him and landed right by the bed on her knees, looking up at him with such raw desire in her eyes that it made his cock throb. He cast a couple quick spells that tied her hair back with a conjured string and bound her hands behind her back with rope. She looked up at him in surprise and shivered in anticipation as he sat down right in front of her, his heavy cock standing proudly right by her face.
"If you want to be my pet, then I think you should earn it," he grinned. "Suck my cock."
"Fuck, how did I never know you were a literal sex demon?" Akeno whimpered, leaning in and licking a trail up along his thick shaft.
She nuzzled it lovingly with her face, her eyes never leaving his, and went further down, capturing one of his lemon-sized balls with her lips. Harry groaned in pleasure as she expertly sucked on his balls, bathing his scrotum in her saliva and grinning up at him. Her grin grew wider as she moved even lower, and before Harry could even ask what she was doing, her tongue brushed against his arsehole.
"Oh, you dirty girl," Harry groaned as she rimmed him, making her giggle.
"I am your dirty girl, Harry," Akeno purred, "your perfect, submissive little sex pet. Make me yours, and I'll do almost anything for you."
"If I go too far, say red, or if you can't speak, tap me three times," Harry replied, moaning aloud as she swirled her tongue around his hole.
"My only hard limits are piss and shit, Harry," Akeno chuckled, licking her way up along his sack and the entire length of his cock before wrapping her lips around his bulbous head.
Harry groaned in pleasure as she bobbed her head up and down on him, taking him deeper and deeper as she went. "There's no risk of that, luv."
Akeno smiled up at him and swallowed the first couple inches of his cock into her tight throat, taking full advantage of her lack of gag reflex. Harry's hands found her head, and he gripped her scalp just hard enough for her to notice as she swallowed even more of his cock. Her vice-like throat was massaging him in ways that were positively incredible, and he watched in awe as she pushed herself further, burying her nose in his wiry pubic hair. She let him go with a gasp and grinned up at him.
"Good to know I can still do that," she purred.
"Is it really that much bigger?" Harry asked, looking down at his own cock curiously.
"It might only be a little bigger, but you were already huge, so…" Akeno trailed off. "Now that I know for sure that I can take the whole thing, though, I want you to fuck my face."
"Really?" Harry asked, feeling himself throb at the thought.
"Do it," Akeno purred. "Use my throat like an onahole, Master."
"A what?" Harry asked, and she just blinked at him before snorting.
"A sex toy for men," Akeno replied. "Nothing you'll ever need; trust me."
"Of course not," Harry grinned, grabbing her throat. "I have one right here."
"You're so fucking hot when you talk like that," Akeno whimpered, opening her mouth wide and sticking out her tongue.
Harry grinned and, fisting his cock, brought it to her open mouth and pushed inside.
She whimpered as she felt the weight of it on her tongue and quickly started massaging it with the slippery organ, making Harry moan as he pushed further, hitting her throat. She shifted her body along, changing the angle slightly, and swallowed him down, staring up at Harry as he pushed inch after thick inch of his shaft inside her. Akeno took him with ease, making gagging sounds just for effect, and Harry realized one little flaw with his original plan.
"Blink twice if you want me to slow down and three times if you want me to pull out," he said, and Akeno laughed as she realized that she hadn't thought about the fact that her hands were tied behind her back either. Of course, she didn't expect to need to use anything close to a safe word with him at all.
He started easing his cock in and out of her slowly, testing it out, but quickly grew confident and sped up. Her hot mouth, sinfully skilled tongue, and tight throat all felt amazing, and he moaned in pleasure at how bloody good she was. As he fucked her harder, her eyes started to water and drool leaked down along his balls, but she kept her blinking slow and regular, never breaking eye contact with him. He felt arousal on a level that he never had before, consuming his entire being, and it took him a moment to realize that what he was feeling wasn't coming from him.
"You're getting off on this, aren't you?" Harry asked, and Akeno gurgled in response. "You're such a little slut. I'm fucking your throat like a two-pound whore, and you're dripping on the floor from it."
Akeno cried out around his shaft, and Harry's grip on her tightened. He fucked her harder, his pistoning cock battering her throat in a way that he'd have worried about if he didn't know how durable she was. She broke eye contact after a while, her violet orbs rolling back, and, to Harry's shock, she started to convulse under him. He pulled his cock from her mouth instantly, and she screamed, falling to her side and writhing in pleasure.
"You...you came," Harry gasped, feeling harder than steel.
"Fuck me...Harry," Akeno panted, her voice raspy and weak. "Use me...like your toy!"
Harry picked her up with ease, far stronger than he'd ever been in his life, and practically tossed her over the bed, looking in shock as he saw just how wet she was. Her pussy was soaked, and her fluids were running down her pale thighs. Normally he'd have buried his face down there and feasted until she screamed, but he knew that wasn't what she wanted. She wanted it rough and hard; she wanted it to hurt, to distract her from the reminder she'd gotten back in Hogwarts of the father she hated and the mother she'd lost, and he was more than willing to give her what she wanted. Raising his hand up, he brought it down on her right asscheek so hard that the clap sounded like thunder, and she shrieked in shock.
"Yes!" Akeno screamed. "Spank me! Fuck me! Break ME!"
She squealed as he buried his entire length in her sopping cunt in one long thrust, not giving her a moment to adjust to his size before he started to fuck her hard. Her screams echoed through the room as he fucked her hard and fast, and Harry silenced the room after a moment, spanking her other cheek just as hard.
"Is this what you want?" he growled, digging his fingers into her wide hips so hard he knew he'd have left bruises if she were human.
"Yes!" Akeno cried. "Oh, fuck, yes!"
His hips were a blur, his pace brutal, as he fucked her harder than he ever could have before, and her screams of pleasure only grew louder. This, he realized, was what she'd truly wanted from him every time she asked him to fuck her hard, and well, he knew that she'd enjoyed the way he'd taken her before; he loved that he could finally treat her like she really wanted him to when she was in this kind of mood.
"You're a god!" Akeno squealed, her hard nipples dragging against the sheets as her body rocked with his every thrust. "More, more, more!"
"I'll give you more!" Harry growled, spanking her again. "By the time I'm done with you, you won't be able to go a day without my cock!"
"Yes, do it!" Akeno screamed. "Make me your...oh fuck...make me your cock-addicted WHORE!"
She shrieked as she came, and Harry groaned in pleasure at the feeling of her already vice-tight cunt spasming around him. He rained blows down on her ass as he fucked her through her titanic climax, spanking her until her cheeks shone bright red, and reached out to grab her hair near her scalp, tugging gently on it and making her scream even more loudly. Her orgasm seemed to lead to another and another as she writhed and convulsed through an unending chain of them.
Harry grinned, feeling better than he had in days. The way that Rias, Hermione, and Luna had helped soothe him the night before had been like a much-needed balm for his soul, but it hadn't let him truly work out any of his frustration. Akeno, being into pain and having her own shit to work through, was the perfect conduit for that, and the two of them gave each other what they needed, good and hard. With a roar, he let go, filling her to the brim with rope after thick rope of cum, and collapsed forward, catching himself on his forearms as he vanished the ropes holding her arms behind her back.
"Needed that...so much," Harry panted, burying his face in the crook of her neck and nuzzling the slender column. He licked the salty sweat from her hot skin and peppered her with kisses as the two of them basked in the afterglow.
"And here I thought...you were dangerous before," Akeno panted, giggling as he rolled them onto their sides.
"Dangerous?" Harry asked, pulling his still-hard cock from her gaping, very pink pussy, and she rolled over to face him, running her nails along his scalp.
"Tall, dark, gorgeous, and hung like a horse?" Akeno asked. "You were already the kind of guy who could ruin a girl for life before you became an incubus. Now though, you're straight up addictive. I was born part-angel, and I've always been tougher than normal humans, and I'm a devil. When I tell you that I can't feel my legs at all, know that that is one hell of an accomplishment."
Harry chuckled at that and pulled her in until her face was resting on his chest. As she drew little shapes with one of her nails in his chest hair, he doodled on her back as well and sighed in relief, feeling relaxed and peaceful for the first time in what felt like ages.
A sudden thought occurred to him, though, and he asked, "How likely would you say it is that we're related?"
"Huh?" Akeno asked before she realized what he was getting at. "I mean, it's possible, but there are a lot of fallen angels out there, and you could descend from any of them. If we are related, it's only distantly, and frankly, after mind-melting sex like that, I'd keep coming back if you were my brother."
"We know I'm not that," Harry chuckled. "Are you feeling better?"
"I feel like I'm floating," Akeno smiled, "though to answer your actual question, yes, that helped a lot. You?"
"Yeah," Harry sighed. "I think I've felt sorry for myself enough for now. I need to get started on my training, given how much I need to improve now. Sadly, I can't cheat like I did with Voldemort and force Rizevim to teach me how to beat him."
"We'll figure it out," Akeno sighed, burying her face in his neck and kissing him softly. "Whatever it takes and whoever we have to kill, we'll find a way to rescue your mother's soul from him. We're devils, Harry; finding ways to rebel against impossible odds is in our most basic nature."
"Because his father made us that way," Harry muttered, already well aware of the fact that the evil pieces gave those transformed by them the nature of devils as well as their powers. "I thought an unkillable Dark Lord was bad enough, but the son of the devil himself..."
"You did find a way to kill that particular Dark Lord," Akeno grinned, "and you're sounding mopey again, plus you're still very, very hard. I think we should go again."
"Can you feel your legs again yet?" Harry asked.
"The feeling's coming back, but I don't need legs for this," Akeno replied, flying up and settling above him. After casting a lubrication charm on herself, she looked over her shoulder and said, "There's still one hole you haven't conquered today."
"Fuck, I adore you," Harry groaned, reaching around and grasping one of her large breasts, kneading it and pinching her nipple.
"Mmm, and I adore this," Akeno grinned, lining his big, thick cock up with her tightest hole. "Fuck, you're going to be an even tighter fit back there than before."
"Rias managed it, so I'm sure you'll be fine," Harry whispered in her ear.
"Oh," Akeno whined. "I missed her first time getting fucked in the ass?"
"I'll show you the memory," Harry promised, "provided you're a good girl."
"I can be a good girl for you, sir," Akeno purred, pushing down and gasping as she felt the thick head of his cock pop inside her. "Oh, fuck, you're so big!"
"Tight as a closed fist," Harry grunted as she lowered herself down more and more.
"Speaking of closed fists," Akeno grinned, reaching behind her and moving one of his hands to her throat, "I think it's time I taught you how to choke me."
Harry groaned as she sank down even further, trapping more of his shaft inside her molten furnace of an ass.
"Fleur, what…" Apolline went to say as her eldest daughter rushed into their manor, a trail of bags and trunks following her. "What are you doing 'ere?"
"Sorry, Mama, I don't 'ave time," Fleur replied, handing her mother the letter she got from her now former headmistress.
Rias' letter had made her heart leap into her throat, and yet she found herself grateful for it when the paper arrived later on with news of the attack on Hogwarts. Such a brazen assault would have made international magical news normally, and with it coming right on the tail of the tournament, that guaranteed that it would spread more quickly. Assurances that Harry, Hermione, and Luna were unharmed were one thing, but she knew that she wasn't going to be able to rest until she saw them all with her own eyes.
She'd barely slept at all the night before and begged Madam Maxime to let her leave a day early. The older woman had tried to talk her out of it, arguing that her presence at the end-of-year ceremony would be particularly desirable, given that she'd been their school's champion, but she relented in the end, on the condition that she return home first before going to Britain. She'd never been to Sirius Black's home and would have needed to floo over anyway, so it wasn't much of a problem, but it was still an annoying delay.
"Zis is about zat dreadful business in Britain, zen," Apolline sighed. "'Onestly, Fleur, even knowing zat you 'ad already left when zese men attacked, I felt my heart stop when I got ze news."
"'Arry was right in the ze center of it," Fleur replied. "'E's apparently fine, but I need to see 'im. Bernadette?"
"Oui, mistress?" her family's house elf replied, appearing before her.
"Put my zings away," Fleur commanded, grabbing a handful of floo powder.
"Fleur, just...be careful," Apolline sighed.
"Ze threat's passed, Maman," Fleur assured her. "Now I just need to make sure zat my lovers are alright. 10 Grimmauld Place."
She tossed the green powder into the fireplace and stepped into it as she spoke, popping out the on the other side into a home just as dark and dreary as Harry had described.
"...an actual chess piece?" Sirius asked incredulously.
"Mmhmm," Luna smiled, "it...Fleur!"
"Luna!" Fleur exclaimed, rushing over and pulling the shorter blonde into a hug. "I came as quickly as I could."
"I thought Beauxbatons' school year wasn't ending until tomorrow?" Hermione asked, hugging the Veela alongside Luna.
"I was allowed out early," Fleur replied. "What ze 'ell 'appened? Rias' letter gave some details, but she focused mostly on 'ow you were all fine. Where is 'Arry, anyway?"
"He's upstairs with Akeno," Hermione replied. "The long and short of it is that Draco Malfoy managed to repair a vanishing cabinet that Voldemort found in the school back when he was student, and smuggled him and his followers in through it. They had also managed to lure Dumbledore out of the castle ahead of time, convincing him that Voldemort intended to free Gellert Grindelwald from Nurmengard."
"Merde," Fleur muttered. "I can see why 'e would find zat idea too terrifying not to go investigate in person."
"Anyway, Harry, Hermione, and I managed to get the students and staff away from the Death Eaters and then he locked himself in with them to buy us time to summon Rias. We did, and they tore the lot of them apart, apparently." Luna continued, "I was asleep by that point, having exhausted myself with magic."
"'Arry's alright, zough?" Fleur asked.
"He was hit by another killing curse but this one destroyed the piece of the dark wanker's soul in his scar," Sirius replied. "Sirius Black, by the way. I'm getting the increasing sense that living with Harry is going to mean introducing myself to quite a number of beautiful women."
"Hopefully," Luna piped up.
"Au chante," Fleur smiled, "and you are too kind. Voldemort is dead for good, zen?"
"Yes, I had already finished off the last of the other horcruxes," Hermione replied. "Harry killed him, fulfilling the prophecy. Sadly, that's where the good news ends."
"What?" Fleur asked.
Hermione explained to her what Harry had learned from his father as well as what had happened when Rias finally managed to use her evil pieces on him. Fleur listened, her heart sinking as she realized what the man she loved had been through since she last saw him. It had only been a couple days, and yet so much had changed.
"So now 'e's planning to take on zis Rizevim and take back 'is mother's soul," Fleur sighed as they finished the tale. "Zat poor man."
"The kid's had a rough go of things all his life," Sirius sighed. "At least he's smart enough not to rush after this devil now."
"He's grown a lot over the last year," Hermione replied. "We all have, and he's not the same guy who rushed after Crouch without thinking to get backup first."
"Still, if zis man really is on ze level of someone who could just destroy all ze dementors like zey were nothing…" Fleur shuddered, barely able to fathom such power. "I should check on 'im."
"We're pretty sure that he and that Akeno girl are having sex," Sirius cautioned her.
"Even better," Fleur smiled, walking towards the stairwell as Sirius choked on his own saliva.
"That's what I said, but Hermione thought it would be better to let them have some alone time," Luna pouted.
"Akeno seemed pretty distracted herself," Hermione replied. "I thought that he might be able to help her through whatever was bothering her while she helped him."
Sirius just chuckled to himself and stood up, saying, "I think I'm going to go for a walk. You three make yourselves at home."
"Would the master like a leash?" Kreacher asked, popping into the room just to make the snarky remark before disappearing again. Sirius flipped off the empty space he'd been standing in and left.
"If zey wish to remain alone, I'll let zem, of course," Fleur said as she climbed the stairs, followed by the other two. "Ze zree of us could, after all, find a room and 'ave our own fun."
"That sounds good," Luna grinned.
Fleur walked upstairs and didn't need to ask which room was his. Silencing charms could be quite noticeable unless put up carefully, something that people wishing to have sex rarely did. They made the specified space completely silent, which was far from inconspicuous, as even empty rooms generally had some sounds. She turned the doorknob, smiling as she realized that it wasn't locked, and opened the door, only to freeze after she walked inside.
"Ugk ugk ugk," were the only sounds Akeno could make just then, with Harry's hand gripping her throat so tightly that her entire face had turned red.
The loud, wet sounds of flesh slapping flesh were far louder, and all three women stood and stared in shock and awe as Harry absolutely pounded Akeno's ass. The dark-haired woman's eyes were rolled back, and she looked barely conscious as she convulsed nearly constantly in his grip, looking like she was in the throes of one long orgasm. His long, thick shaft disappeared over and over again into her bum, his heavy balls slapping her clit each time his hips hit her ass hard enough to make the cheeks jiggle.
He looked utterly focused and completely in control, and to Fleur, he looked more beautiful than anything ever had. She could feel his allure blanketing the room, and with it, staring at him was like staring at sex itself. He wasn't just handsome; he was Adonis come again, the living embodiment of masculine beauty. How could any woman gaze upon his splendor and not throw herself at his feet, begging for the privilege of his touch? She felt attraction and desire on a level she'd never known, and before she knew what was happening, she'd vanished her clothes and feathers were growing all over her body.
"Um, is she okay?" Hermione asked, startling Harry out of his reverie, and he let go of Akeno's throat.
"YES!" the devil squealed, falling forward as she continued to cum, and he pulled his shaft out of her gaping ass.
"Um, Akeno, was that too much?" he asked, though the twitching, panting, glassy-eyed woman was too cum-drunk to even understand the question.
Before he could check on her, Fleur, whose wings had pushed out of her back as her pussy grew sopping wet, flew across the room and landed on her knees in front of him, swallowing his cock to the root, not caring at all that it had just been in the other woman's asshole.
"Fleur?!" Harry exclaimed. "What the...oh fuck."
She sucked his cock like a woman possessed, feeling in that moment like that was exactly what she was, and as Harry grabbed her head and felt himself soar towards his orgasm, he wondered what exactly was going on.