Chapter 43
The moment Harry was outside of Reinhardt's wardline, he teleported over to France, wanting to check on Fleur. Delacour Manor looked to be in one piece, and he hoped that the fight with Bernadette didn't cause too much damage to either it or the family. He passed through the wards, feeling the familiar ping of magic assessing him, and smiled as it relaxed noticeably a moment later. Walking towards the door, he rang the bell and a moment later it opened, revealing Fleur, who jumped into his arms.
"He's cured!" she exclaimed, kissing him hungrily, and he returned the kiss with equal passion, forgetting for a moment where he was, until Apolline cleared her throat and reminded him.
"Ah, sorry about that," Harry chuckled, and she laughed.
"Never apologize to a Veela for expressing passion, 'Arry," Apolline said, sounding conflicted. "Please, come inside. We all wish to speak with you."
"How's he doing?" Harry asked, taking Fleur's hand as she led him in.
"Recovering," Sebastian replied tiredly, standing in the anteroom of the manor.
"The curse progressed more than I would have liked before we managed to stop it," Harry thought to himself as he looked at the older man and noticed just how gaunt his face was and how tired he looked. "Still, we stopped it before it killed him. Now we just have to hope that the healers can undo the damage it caused."
"I.." Harry went to say when a little blonde missile interrupted him by jumping into his arms.
"'Arry!" Gabrielle exclaimed. "My 'ero. You saved Papa just as I knew you would!"
Harry went to reply and put the clingy little Veela down when she kissed him right on the lips, shocking him into stunned silence.
"Gabrielle!" Fleur hissed, grabbing her robe by the back and yanking her off of Harry, making her squeak.
Harry watched her hold her sister, looking like she was holding a troublesome pet by the scruff of her neck, and would have laughed at the sight if he wasn't still stunned by her brazenness.
"Fleur!" Gabrielle whined, struggling uselessly in her sister's iron grasp.
"I take it enhanced strength is a perk of devilry too," Apolline said coolly, and Harry's eyes widened. Grabbing her younger daughter's hand, she said in French, "Gabrielle, come with me. We are going to have a little chat about what is and isn't appropriate behavior with guests."
"I just wanted to thank him!" Gabrielle insisted as Fleur let her go and watched their mother drag her off into the next room.
"You know, then," Harry said, and Sebastian sighed.
"Everything, if I'm not mistaken," he replied. "I'm too tired for that particular conversation just now, but I would like your briefing on the matter of the Lynch family. I heard from Elodie that the English and Irish aurors already moved against his tower."
"An unusual level of competence from the British Ministry," Harry said dryly. "Bones must have been an even greater influence on them than I expected."
"He had fled already, clearing out his tower and escaping into the night," Sebastian sighed.
"His power over the elves is broken, and without that he's still a threat, but not nearly as grave a one," Harry replied. "I'm confident he'll turn up soon and will happily aid in your security in the meantime."
"I appreciate that," Sebastian sighed. "I should have taken you up on your offer when you first told me how you came to be so powerful."
"You should have," Fleur scowled. "All we wanted to do was help save you."
"You were worried for your daughter," Harry said. "I can't blame you for that. On the subject of elves, how is Bernadette doing?"
"Strange," Sebastian replied. "She seems normal for the most part and doesn't appear to remember anything, but she seems to have developed an odd fixation on fire."
"Fire?" Harry asked.
"I've seen her just staring at lit candles multiple times since we returned," Sebastian replied. "Could it be an aftereffect of severing the connection to Diarmid Lynch?"
"I have no idea," Harry replied. "I haven't been back home yet. I needed to speak with the authorities in Britain and then went to make a delivery. I'll check with Dobby and Kreacher and see if they're experiencing anything unusual."
"Thank you," Sebastian nodded, "and thank you for the part you played in saving my life. I'll admit that I've had my doubts about your relationship with Fleur, first because you were younger than her, and then because of the devil connections, and I'm still a little concerned about the fact that there are other women in this…"
"Women who are my girlfriends as much as they're his," Fleur cut him off, and Sebastian chuckled.
"I do trust that you love her, though, and you're clearly both powerful enough to take care of the other," Sebastian concluded. "Now, as much as I hate being such a bad host, I think I'm going to lie down."
"By all means, Papa, get some rest," Fleur breathed, watching him walk stiffly towards the stairs. As he disappeared up them, she turned and whispered, "How long do you think it will take him to recover from the effects of the curse?"
"I have no idea," Harry sighed. "I know a lot more about magic that can cause harm than magic that can heal it. In truth, I'm realizing that there are more gaps in my knowledge than I thought."
"What do you mean?" Fleur asked.
"Voldemort was incredibly knowledgeable, and compared to how little I knew about magic when I started learning from the soul shard, he seemed to know practically everything," Harry sighed. "I got used to thinking that I'd have an answer for every problem that I came across, and that made me arrogant. I should have at least considered the possibility that Diarmid Lynch had been possessing his descendants, but…"
"Would knowing that sooner have helped?" Fleur asked.
"It would have let us go into Inchmore knowing for sure that we were dealing with an enemy," Harry replied. "We got out unscathed, but the fact that half of us thought Liam might be an innocent we could reason with could have ended in disaster."
"Well, we'll be spending most of our time soon enough dealing with the devils and their world going forward ,and you know that you aren't overly knowledgeable there, so that arrogance, as you put it, shouldn't be a problem there," Fleur replied, hugging him tightly and kissing him again.
"By the way, why did your sister try to make out with me?" Harry asked as he broke the kiss, and she scowled.
"Because she's a little brat," Fleur muttered. "I told her that we'd reassess things when she was older…"
"Wait, what?" Harry asked, and she chuckled.
"You saved her from the lake, 'Arry," Fleur grinned. "You are also tall, handsome, and so very powerful. You're like catnip to a Veela and that particular one has more reason than most to want you. I'm not so cruel as to deny her, but the little harpy is going to have to learn the meaning of patience if she doesn't want me to change my mind."
"You're actually willing to share me with her?" Harry asked.
"I'm sharing you with four other women already, and I'm fairly sure Koneko's going to join our fun soon enough," Fleur grinned. "The little catgirl smells like she's in heat every time she looks at you. Why would Gabrielle be a dealbreaker for me?"
"I really am a lucky man," Harry chuckled.
"Not as lucky as you're going to be tonight, mon amour," Fleur purred, taking his hand and pressing it between her legs. "Feel how hot I am, 'Arry. Without you, my papa would not have stood a chance. You took charge from the start, gave me hope, kept me sane throughout this entire nightmare, and helped me save him."
"Fleur," Harry groaned as she cupped his rock-hard cock through his pants.
Leaning in, she whispered, "You deserve a reward, 'Arry, the sort that will include all of my holes. In fact, I think we can cross one off of the list here and now."
"Here?!" Harry asked, and she grinned.
"Well, not this very spot," Fleur amended, taking his hand. "I didn't get a chance to show you my old bedroom when you were here before. Come."
Harry grinned as she led him upstairs, hoping that Apolline would take a while speaking to Gabrielle. They passed one bedroom that he assumed belonged to the younger Veela, and Fleur quickly let them into the next one, closing the door behind them.
It looked much like her quarters in the carriage had, the walls being a light blue with silver trim around the edges. Her old bed looked large and comfortable, though it seemed she'd taken everything else with her. As he looked up at the ceiling, he smiled, figuring that the enchanted scene of unicorns frolicking through a verdant forest had been painted when she was a young girl.
"You're the only man I've ever brought here," Fleur whispered in his ear, licking around the shell. "No one else ever seemed worthy."
"What about women?" Harry asked, and she grinned.
"What do you want to hear, 'Arry?" Fleur asked, her voice light and breathy. "Do you want me to tell about all the times I brought my old girlfriends over so I could devour their tight little cunts and ride their beautiful faces until I screamed?"
"Yes," Harry gasped, and she laughed.
"It's not as exciting as all that," Fleur replied. "When I wanted my needs to be seen to, I usually went to the home of whoever I was enjoying at the time, not wanting them to run afoul of Papa. I could tell you a couple old stories from when I was very young, but I can think of far better things to do with my mouth."
"You're such a wicked little thing," Harry hissed as she sank to her knees and started fiddling with his belt.
"Well, I am a devil now," Fleur chuckled.
"About that, how did your conversation with your parents about devilry go?" Harry asked.
"I'm sure I'll hear more from them about it when they're no longer in shock over Lynch's attacks on us," Fleur replied as she freed his cock from its confines. "I had to tell them eventually."
"Fuck, Fleur," Harry groaned as she started swirling her tongue around his sensitive glans.
"Later, my love," Fleur smiled.
She wrapped her pouty lips around his head, and he hissed in pleasure, his fingers sinking into her silky silver locks.
"Fleur, I...oh my!" Apolline exclaimed as he walked in, and Harry froze, watching her eyes go wide as she looked at them.
"Mrs. Delacour, I…" Harry went to say when Fleur let his cock slip from her lips with an audible pop.
"Maman, could you give me a couple minutes?" she asked. "We're in the middle of something."
"Mon Dieu," Apolline breathed, her unblinking gaze falling on his rock-hard shaft and not moving the slightest bit even as both of them winced.
"Impressive, no?" Fleur smirked. "I told you he was hung like a horse."
Apolline just stared for a moment, her blue eyes darkening rapidly with lust, and as she looked away, she appeared to need to force herself to do so.
"I would speak with you both when you're done," she rushed out before closing the door.
"Fleur," Harry breathed, only to gasp when she took him back into her hot little mouth.
"Remember that Veela are not human, mon amour," she said across the mental link they hadn't undone yet as she bobbed her head up and down, taking more and more of him as she tried her best to suck his soul out of his cock. "I did not plan that, but having Maman see what a perfect specimen you are will actually go a long way towards getting her to accept what I've done."
"Seriously?" Harry groaned, his eyes nearly crossing when she swallowed him into her tight throat and buried her nose in his pubic hair.
She didn't reply, too focused on what she was doing to bother, though clear amusement did flash across her eyes. Fleur had sucked his cock countless times since they started seeing each other, but he didn't know if she'd ever done so quite as enthusiastically as she was then. Harry held back for a while, wanting to enjoy the sublime pleasure of her ministrations for a little longer but not wanting to keep her mother waiting, he quickly let go with a groan of her name, filling her mouth with rope after thick rope of his cum.
"Delicious," she practically purred across their link as she swallowed every drop.
"And your people refuse to believe that you descend from succubi," Harry laughed, and she giggled.
"In retrospect, it was pretty obvious," Fleur admitted, wiping her lips as she he shoved his softening cock back in his boxers and pulled up his pants.
She opened the door just as he was finishing with his belt and found Apolline standing there with Gabrielle, who shivered at the sight of him before scowling at her feet.
"I'm sorry I kissed you, 'Arry," she muttered, not quite meeting his eyes. "I was just so grateful for the way you helped save Papa."
"Apology accepted," Harry chuckled, wrapping an arm around Fleur.
"May I go play out in the garden now, Maman?" Gabrielle asked, and Apolline nodded.
"Just be back inside in time for dinner," she replied, watching as her daughter ran off.
"Thank you for that," Fleur sighed, and her mother shook her head.
"Fleur, I can understand your reasons for doing as you have," Apolline said. "I would have preferred that you told me about this before you became...one of them..."
"You would have just tried to talk me out of it," Fleur muttered.
"Yes, I would have," Apolline admitted freely. "Our purported association with devils has brought our people nothing but grief over the ages and if the others were to learn what you had become…"
"Apolline, I swear that the devils aren't like what you've been told," Harry said. "Some of them are awful, yes, just like some humans and some Veela are, but there are plenty who aren't as well."
"Our lives were saved by their intervention, so I can't deny that, but even still, no one else can learn what you two have become," Apolline insisted.
"It's not something that I advertise openly," Fleur replied, "and Japan doesn't seem to have a Veela population at all, so it's not like they'd learn what I am while I'm there."
"True," Apolline sighed. "Do you two want to stay for dinner?"
"We should check in with the others," Harry replied, shaking his head, and she nodded.
"Very well," Apolline replied with a faint hint of a smile on her face. "Fleur, I do hope you'll be able to come visit often during the next few months. Your papa's recovery will apparently be quite long and grueling."
"What was the healer's prognosis?" Harry asked.
"Uncertain," Apolline sighed. "Sebastian is no longer at risk, but the curse did a great deal of damage, and they aren't certain yet how much of it will be reversible."
"We'll see if we can find anything in the Underworld that might help," Fleur said, hugging her mother. "He's safe at least."
"Yes, that he is," Apolline replied, returning the hug. As she held her daughter, she leaned in towards her ear and whispered, "Despite everything, you've done very well for yourself."
"I know," Fleur grinned as she stepped back, looking smug.
Harry pretended not to have heard that and took her hand as he opened a magic circle around them.
"Be sure to bring 'Arry by again soon too," Apolline smiled. "I'll keep Gaby on a tight leash, I swear."
"I've always said she could use one," Fleur chuckled as they disappeared.
"Wait, so they're all going to change like this?" Harry asked as Hermione and Rias finished explaining what had happened with the house-elves. Having gone straight to the Rookery, he'd noticed at once that both Dobby and Kreacher had been rather dramatically changed.
"What in the...Dobby?" Harry asked, blinking in confusion as he looked down at the brown-skinned creature that seemed to vaguely resemble the elf.
"Harry Potter," Dobby murmured, looking up at him with large yellow eyes.
"Who are you?" a much older looking one asked, turning his gaze from Kreacher, who seemed to be turning blue on the ground.
"This is Harry Potter, the dark mistress' lover," Dobby explained as Hermione walked downstairs.
"There have been some...developments since you left," she said, her voice strained. "Harry, this is Gnarl, the minion master."
"Ah, a blue minion!" Gnarl grinned, watching Kreacher stand up and immediately look at Hermione.
"Command me, Mistress," he croaked and Harry just stared in shock, wondering what the hell he'd missed.
"Of course they are," Gnarl said as he walked in, having finished his inspection of the tower. "All in all, Dark One, this tower is adequate for an Overlady, but improvements could be made."
"Gnarl was just telling me about this tower heart thingy that sounded really neat," Luna beamed as she padded in after him.
"Tower heart?" Hermione asked.
"A construct of raw magic that imbues the dark tower with immense energy," Gnarl replied. "The method that the first Overlord used to make it has been lost to time, but it is possible that your omnilibrary might have some information we could use. You were there when I awoke, the only man in the bunch."
"I was," Harry replied.
"And he is yours too, Ma'am?" Gnarl asked, looking at Hermione.
"Yes," Hermione replied.
"Excellent," Gnarl grinned. "I can smell the power coming off this one in waves. You're a fine addition to the Overlady's harem, Mistress Harry."
"Wouldn't that be master?" Luna asked as Harry spluttered and Hermione facepalmed.
"Yes, but that title would imply that he's the dark one's master, which he isn't," Gnarl replied. "Now, Mistress Luna here was able to show me a space in the basement that I think would be perfect for the hives once we retrieve them. If you're willing, I'd like to return to the cave you found me in, since I'm sure they're there."
"Give us a minute," Harry muttered, and Gnarl looked to Hermione, only leaving once she nodded. "So I'm your mistress am I?"
"Please don't," the brunette muttered. "I've gotten enough teasing from Akeno."
"You have to admit that you ending up the master of the not-elves after trying so hard to free them is pretty funny," Akeno chuckled, and she scowled.
"No good deed, I get it," Hermione sighed, and Rias chuckled.
"They'll be better off under your command than they were under Diarmid Lynch's," the redhead said.
"I can't deny that," Hermione said reluctantly. "Anyway, I should take him back to the cave so we can look for these hives. Where was that enchanted armoire put?"
"I moved it to my room here," Rias replied. "I'm coming with you. If the hives are hooked up to those odd vats, then you'll probably need to destroy them to get them out."
"I'll come too," Harry said. "I'm curious what these things look like. Have you decided on a strategy to gather the el...minions together?"
"I spoke with Lord Zeoticus earlier and convinced him to give Hogwarts an automaton for every elf...minion there for free," Hermione replied, and Rias cocked an eyebrow.
"Why would he agree to that?" she asked.
"It will be on the condition that Professor Dumbledore help spread the word about their usefulness," Hermione replied. "I also argued that the omnilibrary, having come from Hogwarts, more than paid for them."
"That's fair," Rias shrugged.
"Gnarl!" Hermione called out. "We're heading to the cave now."
"I would suggest bringing along some minions, Ma'am," Gnarl murmured. "The hives will be rather heavy, and I wouldn't want your magnificence being forced to carry them."
"First off, I'd carry them if I had to," Harry replied. "We can also just levitate things, though."
"Oh, right," Gnarl murmured. "I'm not used to serving someone so unusually adept at magic, at least from the start. Anyway, please lead on."
The three of them made their way to Rias' room, and she quickly opened up the odd armoire, revealing the portal within. As they stepped through it, they looked around the cave, and Harry reached out with his senses, trying to see if there was anyone above them.
"I think the aurors already left," he murmured. "I'd have expected them to at least leave someone behind in case Lynch returned."
"Maybe they did, and the aurors are just on a different part of the island at the moment, or maybe they figured he wouldn't come back," Hermione shrugged. "Either way, it's not our problem."
"They'll find him soon enough anyway," Rias grinned. "Luna cast some pretty powerful stasis charms on Diarmid's mangled remains, and they're currently being stored in a trunk in Castle Gremory."
"Once we've traded automatons for at least most of the elves, his body will be dumped somewhere where the aurors are likely to find it, and we'll wash our hands of him for good," Hermione added, and Harry chuckled.
"I like this ruthless side of you," he murmured, wrapping an arm around her waist.
"I realized some time after I killed Malfoy that none of us have the luxury of remaining naive," Hermione muttered. "When someone as terrible as Lynch threatens us, they need to be put down without hesitation."
"Indeed, Ma'am," Gnarl grinned, "and soon enough you'll have an army of evil minions happy to help you put down such threats with extreme prejudice."
"You said there were different types of them?" Harry asked.
"Yes, there are, Mistress Harry," Gnarl replied, and Harry rolled his eyes at the title.
"You can just call me Harry," he said dryly, and the aged minion just chuckled.
"I prefer to stick to formalities," Gnarl replied. "The lovers of the overlord are his mistresses, and I don't see any reason to change that just because you're a man."
"You just find it funny," Harry said.
"Yes, I do," Gnarl replied.
"Just call him Harry," Hermione commanded reluctantly, having wanted to avoid ordering them about for as long as she could, and the minion smirked.
"As you command, Dark One," Gnarl replied. "Ah, here we are. I remember first stumbling across this part of the cave like it was yesterday. That devil had stuck us in here and sealed it off so we couldn't escape. It looked quite different back then, of course."
"I take it these vats weren't here," Harry guessed.
"Neither were the stairs or platforms," Gnarl replied, scowling at the sarcophagus he'd been trapped in for centuries.
So where do you think these hives are?" Rias asked.
"My guess would be that they're under the vats," Gnarl replied as he looked through the sarcophagus, trying to see if he'd been stored with anything else. "That wretched wizard must have found a way to hook them up to them somehow, because I can't think of any other way that he might have gotten them to spawn his elf creatures otherwise."
"How exactly are minions made?" Harry asked.
"Blast, it's not here," Gnarl hissed. "They are created within the hives from harvested life force."
"That's why he had to sacrifice living creatures to make them," Rias surmised, and he nodded.
"Yes, Mistress Rias," Gnarl said. "The process you described is what makes me think that he stored the hives here. If you could destroy the vats and this sarcophagus, we might find everything we're looking for."
"That should be simple now," Rias commented, pressing her hand against one of the vats. "These things were brimming with magic before, but that's rapidly fading."
"Everything in here was tied to Lynch," Hermione said. "When you destroyed the blood he'd spilled into the system, you broke that connection, and with him now dead…"
"His magic in all of them will fade," Gnarl finished for her.
"Did he have to bleed himself regularly for this?" Hermione asked, curious.
"My guess would be that he drained his bodies before burning them," Harry replied. "That kind of ritual sacrifice could produce powerful results."
"Alright, I've managed to undo the last few enchantments on this one," Rias said as she stepped back from the vat and concentrated the Power of Destruction between her palms.
Gnarl watched with great interest as she worked, laughing in delight when she unleashed the ball of destructive energy at the vat and atomized it completely.
"You have the same powers as the one who trapped us in here," he commented.
"The Power of Destruction is something that the House of Bael is well known for," Rias replied.
"So the devil who found us was one of these Baels," Gnarl murmured, scratching his chin.
"Um, are these the hives?" Harry asked, looking down at the hole in the ground.
"Lift them up," Gnarl said, and he reached out to do so, pulling one of them.
It looked like a hive of sorts, being a vaguely conical, chitinous brown structure covered in what looked like rounded bits of amber.
"The brown hive," Gnarl grinned, sounding excited as it landed next to him. "How many more are down there?"
"One more," Harry replied, pulling a very different hive out with a wave of his hand.
This one looked like it was made of blue coral, sections of which were sticking out in every direction, making it look less like a hive than the first one. Gnarl seemed just as excited by that one as he dropped it by his feet.
"The blue hive," he said. "These ones are the healers of the bunch, capable of resurrecting freshly dead minions, provided the damage done to their bodies isn't too extreme."
"They can actually bring the dead back to life?" Hermione asked, intrigued.
"Only other minions," Gnarl replied. "A bunch of them tried to resurrect a dead Overlord many, many years before we left our old world, and that went poorly."
"How so?" Hermione asked.
"They restored him to life but managed to put the spirit of a minion in him," Gnarl shuddered. "Having a being with the power of a dark lord and the intelligence of a green minion was something too horrifying for even me to stand, and I had the reds burn him to cinders."
"The reds use fire magic then?" Harry asked.
"They're obsessed with it," Gnarl replied.
"There," Rias announced as she managed to destroy the second vat. "I think there are two more hives down here."
"Those would be the red hive and the green hive," Gnarl explained, looking at Hermione. "Your fire-starters and your assassins, respectively."
"I think I might know a red minion still trapped in the guise of an elf," Harry replied, and Gnarl cocked an eyebrow at him. "Bernadette, the Delacours' elf, has been staring at fire obsessively since we killed Lynch."
"Hmm, I'll have to meet her," Gnarl nodded, watching with a look of satisfaction as Hermione levitated two more hives out, one looking like a mutated cactus and the other like the blue hive if it had been made of lava.
As he inspected them closely, Rias destroyed the sarcophagus he'd been kept in and pulled what looked like a glowing piece of solid glass from the wreckage.
"Is this what you were looking for?" she asked, and Gnarl smiled wickedly, rushing over and taking it from her outstretched hand.
"Ah, it's still in one piece," he grinned. "I'll need to tie it to a new stick."
"So once we set these things up in the basement, what happens then?" Hermione asked.
"Then, we'll need to craft you a gauntlet of command, and from there, you'll be able to summon minions from gates wherever we manage to put them, provided you have the life force needed for them," Gnarl replied. "You will likely want to focus on freeing the already existing minions from their vile elven bindings first, though."
"I don't think there's anything else here that we haven't already taken," Rias said, and Harry nodded.
"We'll hold onto the armoire anyway just in case we ever need to return, but yeah, we've probably cleaned this place out," he replied.
"Could you come with me to meet with Professor Dumbledore?" Hermione asked. "He'll have noticed the changes in the minions already, I'm sure."
"Yeah, of course," Harry replied. "I guess we'll need to go to the Underworld first to pick up an automaton to show him."
"Do you know how many minions there are in this strangely named castle?" Gnarl asked.
"Dozens," Hermione replied, and he grinned.
Once the three of them had finished moving the hives to the Rookery and putting them in the basement, Hermione went to pick up one of the automatons, while Harry did something he hadn't needed to do yet: write to Dumbledore first.
"So the bulk of their magical abilities came from their connection to Diarmid Lynch?" Dumbledore asked as he sat behind his desk.
"It seems so," Hermione sighed. "When word spreads of what Lynch could do with the elves, it's going to cause an uproar as it is, and with them about to lose their magic…"
"Wizards and witches throughout the west will be eager to rid themselves of them," Dumbledore finished for her.
"We would prefer that that not end violently, and these automatons seem like the perfect replacement," Harry said, gesturing to the squat, humanoid figure currently waiting for a command. Fawkes had landed on its head the moment they placed it there and was pecking at the armored head curiously.
"Strange that you already had a replacement ready," Dumbledore murmured, eyeing them both curiously.
"That's actually a bit of a coincidence," Hermione replied. "I had been looking for a way to free the elves for a while, hating how some of the darker families treated them, and Zeoticus Gremory, Rias' father, found instructions on how to make these things in one of the old lost texts that we retrieved from the library. I had begun to discuss the possibility of offering them as replacement servants long before we ever even suspected the Lynch family of anything."
"And they can do just about anything that the elves used to?" Dumbledore asked.
"Order him to do whatever you like," Hermione replied, and he stroked his beard.
"Make me a cup of Earl Grey tea, black," Dumbledore said, and the automaton vanished so quickly that Fawkes had to catch himself from falling.
A moment later, he reappeared, with a teacup in one hand and a teapot of boiling water with a mesh ball full of Earl Grey tea steeping within. He set them both on the old man's desk, conjuring trivets to protect the wood as he placed them down, and then stood at attention, waiting for the tea to finish steeping so he could pour it.
"Impressive," Dumbledore smiled.
"They are quite impressive," Hermione replied, "and in many ways they are superior to the elves themselves. Be it that they aren't living beings, they won't age, and they are designed to repair each other should they suffer any damage."
"They also don't have personalities, desires, or feelings," Harry added. "They exist to serve, and while they will need their runic cores replaced every decade or so, they themselves should last at least as long as their owners do."
"They also aren't tied to the will of a psychotic monster," Hermione muttered, and Dumbledore chuckled.
"It's funny to think that an actual devil is an improvement in this case," he murmured. "You realize that's something that most wizards and witches will object to."
"They don't need to know," Hermione shrugged. "We're doing this to try and give the elves a chance to live away from their masters, all of whom are going to view them suspiciously going forward and see them as largely useless when their magic fades entirely. Surely a little lie of omission is permissible in pursuit of such a noble goal."
"I won't breathe a word of it," Dumbledore replied, knowing full well that the news of what a monster Diarmid Lynch was and just what he was capable of all along was going to cause a great deal of unrest in his world. "Now, what will these cost the school?"
"Your elves and a little advertising," Hermione replied, and he cocked one of his snowy brows at her. "Given that the automatons only exist because of a book found in Hogwarts, Lord Zeoticus determined that it would be entirely appropriate for the school to be given such a generous discount."
"Hmm, so they'll be traded one for one, and all I have to do is tell everyone I meet about how useful they are," Dumbledore surmised. "Not a bad deal for either of us."
"We hoped you'd think so," Harry smiled.
"You've both grown and developed dramatically over the past few years," Dumbledore smiled, "and it warms my heart to see that, even despite the changes you've undergone, you've both retained your basic desire to do good for the world. I'll take the deal and speak openly about the effectiveness of the automatons at the next meetings of the Wizengamot and the I.C.W., though I will have to test this one out more extensively before I sign anything."
He watched as the automaton removed the mesh ball from the pot and poured him a cup before picking it up and inhaling the pleasant aroma.
"We'd expect you to want to," Harry replied. "Why don't you keep this one for today, see if you can get it to do everything that you would want of the elves, and then get back to Hermione tomorrow?"
"That seems reasonable," Dumbledore nodded. "What's your floo address?"
"The Rookery," Hermione replied. "Luna moved the tower to Japan."
Dumbledore just blinked at that for a moment before chuckling softly. "Oh, Harry, in case I don't see you again tomorrow, happy birthday."
Harry jolted at that, realizing that he hadn't paid attention to the date in what felt like weeks.
"It's the thirtieth," Hermione supplied, and he laughed.
"Man, with everything that's been going on lately, I completely forgot," Harry sighed, shaking his head.
"Luckily for you, Rias and the rest of us didn't," Hermione smiled. "We have a few things planned for tomorrow."
"Well, I'll let you two get going and floo the Rookery as soon as my tests are done," Dumbledore chuckled.
"Take care, Professor," Harry said.
"Take care, you two," Dumbledore replied.
"Goodbye," Hermione nodded.
The two of them teleported out then, happy that they'd soon be able to put the entire Lynch affair behind them.
"Good morning," Fleur purred in his ear as his eyes fluttered open the next day.
Harry looked around and saw Fleur, Luna, Hermione, Rias, and Akeno all in bed with him, none of them wearing a stitch of clothing.
"Fucking hell, what time is it?" Harry asked.
"It's late," Rias replied. "We missed you last night."
"Sorry, but the second Grayfia realized that our crisis had been averted, she made it clear that my truly intensive training was about to begin," Harry groaned, sitting up. "By the time she was finished with me, I didn't have the energy to do more than just teleport back here and crawl into bed."
"I noticed," Rias pouted, "and I'd be quite cross with my sister-in-law if I didn't know why she was training you so hard."
"I still can't believe you're going to have to fight Riser in a month," Akeno scowled. "What was Sirzechs thinking?"
"He seems to think I can do it," Harry replied, "or at least, he seems to think that I can be trained to give as good as I get in the time left."
"He did say that the technology used in the ratings games will be in effect for the fight, and that he'll have a vial of phoenix tears on hand for you afterward," Rias added, "so you won't be in actual danger."
"That's something at least," Hermione muttered. "Still, making you fight for the amusement of the crowd on the day of your wedding seems insane."
"I'm sure at least part of it is so I can prove to the assembled devils that I'm worthy of Rias," Harry sighed. "If I can actually beat the prick, that will be even better."
"We'll work together to help you," Luna assured him, "but none of us really want to think about the upcoming fight right now, when there are far more fun things we could be doing. Happy birthday, Harry."
"Yes, happy birthday," Rias purred, giving him a look of raw desire. "We'd have given you your birthday orgy last night, but you were so exhausted and battered that we figured it was best to wait. Wanting you at your best, I pressed myself against you all night and used my magic to heal you."
"Sure, that was the only reason you did that," Akeno teased, and the crimson-haired beauty grinned.
Harry cast a quick breath-freshening charm on himself before snaking a hand around the back of Rias' neck and pulling her down to kiss her deeply. She moaned into his mouth as their tongues danced together, and just as he reached to cup one of her massive breasts, he groaned, feeling his cock get enveloped inside someone's warm mouth.
"You really have improved at this over the past several months," Fleur noted as Luna bobbed her head up and down on his shaft.
Luna let his cock slip from her lips with an audible pop and said, "Becoming a devil got rid of my gag reflex, which was the only thing that really held me back before."
She wrapped her lips around him again and, as if to demonstrate, pushed herself down completely, swallowing more and more of his shaft into her tight throat until her nose was pressed against him. He groaned in pleasure, and Akeno smirked, crawling over and kissing him hungrily. She and Rias took turns kissing him as Luna continued to suck his cock masterfully, and he eagerly lost himself in the debauchery of it all, groaning when Hermione and Fleur started kissing and licking his abs. He'd never felt quite so worshiped before, and he basked in the pleasure of it, though it quickly ended when Luna let his cock slip from her lips and fall on his abdomen with an audible splat.
"There, it's nice and wet," she smiled. "Fleur?"
"I'm ready, Luna," the Veela replied, turning around and resting her head on the sheets so she could reach behind her and pull her pale, round cheeks apart.
"And what exactly do you have in mind, Fleur?" Harry asked, figuring that he had a pretty good idea but wanting to hear her say it.
"I promised you yesterday that your reward for saving my Papa would be all of my holes," Fleur replied, her voice breathy and tinged with obvious desire. "When I told the others about my idea, though, they were...inspired."
"Close your eyes for a moment, Harry," Hermione said impishly, and he did so, his cock throbbing with anticipation. He felt them crawl around the bed, clearly lining themselves up on their hands and knees, and grinned widely. "Open them, Harry."
He did so, and his jaw dropped at what he saw. It wasn't just that all five of his lovers had lined themselves up along the foot of his large bed as he'd expected, or even that they were resting on their faces and reaching behind them to spread their pale arsecheeks wide, but rather what specifically they were showing off.
"What do you think of your first gift of the day, Harry?" Rias asked, and he felt his cock throb almost painfully.
Every single one of them was wearing a butt plug and they'd even gone to the trouble of attaching little bows to the bases. He was on his knees in an instant, crawling over to Akeno, who was on the far right side of the line. The moment his fingers brushed against the base of the plug, she moaned, and he finally found his voice again.
"Whose idea was the bows?" he asked, and they all giggled.
"That was my little touch," Luna murmured. "I thought you'd appreciate it. Hermione's the one who enchanted them, though."
"Enchanted?" Harry asked, ghosting a hand over one of the brunette's plump cheeks, and she shivered.
"I found a book in the library with all kinds of ideas for magical sex toys," Hermione replied. "These clean us out completely, lubricate us when tapped three times, and vibrate if you hold your hand on the base for more than a...ahh!"
"Oh, we're going to have so much fun with these," Harry chuckled, grabbing Akeno's and grinning when she started squirming. The vibrations seemed pretty intense from what he could feel in his hand, and he already knew that at some point he was going to chain his masochistic lover up and see just how much of it she could endure.
"Oh fuck, Harry," she moaned.
"How big are these things?" Harry asked.
"They taper off, but the widest part is as thick as your cock," Hermione replied. "We're already going to be stretched out enough for you to fit inside us when you pull out the plugs, and Luna was kind enough to get you nice and wet for us."
"It was my pleasure," the blonde said airily, making him laugh.
"My cock is pretty slick, and with the lube these things can produce, it shouldn't be too much trouble, but still, I would rather play things safely," Harry replied.
"You know you don't have to play all that safetly with m...fuck!" Akeno shrieked as he buried himself to the hilt inside her pussy with one long thrust.
"Fucking hell, you're tight," Harry groaned. She felt pretty much as tight as she had when he and Rias double penetrated her a few weeks earlier, and he knew immediately that he was going to try this with the others at least a little.
"I'm so fucking full!" Akeno exclaimed, whimpering as he started fucking her slowly. "Holy shit!"
"Could you try that with me before you bugger me, Harry?" Luna asked, practically drooling at the look of ecstasy on Akeno's face.
"I'm going to do this with all of you unless you object," Harry replied, and not one of them even joked about being uninterested.
He continued fucking Akeno for a minute, loving the feeling of her already tight tunnel clenching around him even harder, and then tapped the base of the plug three times as Hermione had said. He pulled his shaft from her without warning and grabbed the plug before carefully pulling on it. It started vibrating at his touch, making the raven-haired beauty gasp and whimper. He watched her tight rosette stretch wider and wider as the fattest part of the plug slowly came out, marveling at just how large the plug was, and when it finally came free, the rest quickly followed, making her moan loudly.
"Fuck me, you're gaping so wide," Harry groaned as he floated the plug to his side table.
"I need to for you," Akeno whimpered, already starting to sweat from the intensity of everything. "Fuck me, Harry. Fuck my tight little asshole until I scream, and then fuck me some more."
Harry shuddered at her filthy words and, fisting his cock, took a moment to line up with her still gaping arse before pushing forward. Akeno gasped and started breathing deeply to relax herself, not wanting to clench around him until he was fully buried inside her. Harry pushed forward slowly but steadily, entering her ass more easily than he ever had before. The sweltering heat of her insides was every bit as amazing as always, and when his hips came to rest against her plump cheeks and she squeezed shut around him, he groaned in pleasure.
"You feel like a fucking baseball bat in me when you take my ass," Akeno shivered. "It almost hurts."
Harry grinned and wrapped his hand around her ponytail before pulling her head back, making her gasp.
"I know better than to ask if you want me to give you a moment to adjust, my little painslut," he whispered in her ear as he cupped one of her large, full breasts and kneaded it.
"Fuck me hard, Harry," Akeno whimpered. "Don't hold back."
"With you?" Harry whispered in her ear as he nibbled on the lobe. "Never."
He pulled most of his thick length from her vice-tight ass before thrusting back in hard, making her shriek. Akeno was quite possibly the most depraved of them, loving nothing more than to be pounded into submission until her mind was blank and her voice hoarse from screaming. He knew exactly what she liked, and he was more than happy to give it to her, quickly working his way up to a brutal pace.
"Yes, yes, more!" Akeno shrieked, clawing at the sheets under her. "Fucking ruin me!"
"You're not going to be able to sit straight for a week by the time I'm done with you," Harry growled, chuckling when he felt her clench around him at that. "You're such a filthy little whore, already getting close just from having me fuck your ass."
"I'm your whore!" Akeno cried, her whole body starting to shake already. "Oh, fuck!"
He pushed her down until she was lying prone on the bed, still pulling on her hair, and started pounding her in the new position, delighting in her every pleasured scream.
"More, more, more!" Akeno squealed, shrieking when he slapped her ass so hard the sound of it echoed through the room.
"Fuck," Rias whimpered from next to her, watching the display and feeling her cunt drool.
Akeno's face was rapidly turning red, as was her ass, as the pressure in her core built up quickly. The position she was in allowed Harry to stimulate numerous sensitive spots in her pussy through the thin membrane that separated it from her ass, and between that, the feeling of him boring her open over and over again, the pain of her hair being pulled, her ass getting slapped red, and the absolute filth he was whispering in her ear, she felt like she was losing her mind.
"If you want to act like a bitch in heat, then maybe I shouldn't let you wear more than a collar around here," Harry whispered, smirking as he felt her start to spasm around him. "You can crawl around the tower, showing off your fucking perfect body to everyone who walks by. I'd be able to fuck you whenever I like then, wherever I wanted, by just grabbing your hips and pushing inside either your pussy or your ass. You'd be my permanent whore, a sex slave I could take whenever I felt like it."
"Holy shit, Harry," Akeno gasped, feeling like her whole body was on fire. "I'm...I...HARRY!"
"Oh, fuck," Harry groaned, going still as her spasming arse gripped too tightly for him to move.
Akeno convulsed under him, screaming in ecstasy as she squirted, soaking the bed under her. It might not have been the hardest he'd ever seen her cum, but it was damn close, and he pressed himself against her writhing form, peppering her neck with kisses and whispering in her ear.
"You're such a good girl, Akeno," he said soothingly. "Such a good, perfect girl."
She started sobbing, and he rolled them onto their sides so he could hold her in his arms.
"Hey, baby, it's okay," Rias soothed, cupping her cheek and wrapping her arms around them both.
"So...good," Akeno choked out after a moment as tears continued to streak down her cheeks.
"Fleur, why don't you go next, and I'll snuggle Akeno for a while?" Rias asked, and Harry smiled, pulling his cock from her heated depths and crawling over to Fleur, who was practically shaking with need.
"That was the hottest thing I've ever seen," she breathed. "She came so hard."
"How do you want me?" Harry asked.
"However you want," Fleur purred, and he grinned, casting a quick cleaning charm on his cock before pushing inside her tight pussy. "Fuck, yes!"
"So how long did you spend working on these?" Harry asked as he grabbed Hermione's plug, making her gasp and shudder. "I know we haven't had all that much free time lately."
"It took about a week of research and experiments," Hermione replied, trying to keep her voice as steady as she could as the vibrations drove her wild. "I took what time I could when we weren't focused on the case."
Harry smiled affectionately at that and pulled on Fleur's plug, making her gasp and mewl. She pushed as he pulled, desperate to feel his cock inside her tightest hole, and laughed giddily when she felt it slip out.
"Fuck me, 'Arry," she purred, adding a touch of her old accent for effect. "Fuck ze 'ole only you 'ave ever 'ad, mon amour. Stretch out my poor, tiny asshole with your 'uge cock and pound me until I scream your name."
"Anytime you like, Fleur," Harry grinned, pulling his cock out of her pussy and immediately pushing it inside her ass.
The Veela moaned and cried out, her allure going wild as she felt him conquer her tightest hole. He was very big, as her mother had learned the previous day, and felt massive inside her quim, but that was nothing compared to how big he felt in her ass. Her sphincter yielded for him, being stretched wider and wider as he sank inside the hot depths of her ass, reaching deeper and deeper until finally his balls came to rest against her clit.
"Oh wow," Fleur gasped as she felt him grab her hips. "Fuck me, "Arry. This is a present and a reward for all you've done for me."
"And yet by the end, you're going to get even more out of it than me," Harry chuckled, and Akeno laughed.
"He's not wrong, you know," she sighed, sounding like she was floating and utterly relaxed. "That was cosmic."
"I'll go last, you two," Rias said, looking over at Luna and Hermione, who were practically panting they were so desperate for his touch.
"Thank you, Rias," Luna breathed.
"Yes, thank you," Hermione added.
"I might be the only man alive today whose girlfriends decide among themselves what order I'll bugger them in," Harry thought to himself, laughing at the absurdity of it.
He pulled most of his shaft from her ass before pushing back in, making her gasp. She wasn't a masochist like Akeno, but Fleur liked it pretty rough as well, and with her so well lubricated and stretched, it wasn't long before he was able to fuck her hard enough for his balls to slap her clit. She moaned and cried out in pleasure, grasping the sheets in front of her so hard that her knuckles turned white.
Harry groaned at the feeling of her tight ring milking his cock and decided to try something that he hadn't consciously done before. Focusing on the allure that he'd gained when he became an incubus, he tried to focus it on Fleur and flare it. His first couple tries had no effect at all, though on the third one, he heard Fleur gasp immediately and moaned when she squeezed her inner muscles hard.
"'Arry, what's...ahh!" she cried, feeling a sudden, incredibly powerful wave of arousal flood her body. Her mind went blank, consumed by need, and Harry's eyes went wide when he saw downy white feathers start to grow on her arms.
"Ah, a little too much," Harry thought to himself, picking up his pace again.
"Harry, what did you do?" Hermione asked, noticing that Fleur was becoming more and more avian-looking by the moment.
"Tried to play around with my allure," Harry replied. "Apparently, I went too far."
"More!" Fleur cried, lifting herself up and pressing her back against his chest as she started bouncing hard on his cock.
"Clearly," Hermione muttered, shaking her head. "Hold her steady and I'll lick her clit."
"Thanks, luv," Harry groaned, grasping her breasts and holding her against his chest as the two of them rocked against each other hard, moving in perfect rhythm despite how clearly out of her mind Fleur was.
The Veela's feathers grew larger and started to turn yellow, orange, and red as her eyes went entirely black. The heat of her ass intensified, growing almost uncomfortable, and when Hermione lowered her head down towards her and started eating her out, she found that she was overflowing with fluids.
"More! More!" Fleur cried, her screams sounding like avian shrieks.
Luna sat up, shivering at the feeling of the plug still lodged in her ass, and smiled at how Fleur looked. With Hermione eating her out and Harry fucking her ass and kneading her breasts, she looked completely lost in ecstasy, something that she was sure the other blonde needed after the month she'd had. When she finally came undone, it was with a triumphant shriek, and she squirted all over Hermione's face as she writhed and thrashed in Harry's embrace.
"Fuck me," Harry groaned, feeling her spasm around him, being almost painfully tight.
He didn't stop, though, not knowing if she'd need more than one orgasm to return to normal. He fucked her hard through her climax, wanting to prolong it as long as possible, and when he felt her feathers start to recede, he sighed in relief. Fleur went limp in his arms a moment later, passing out with his cock still inside her, and he carefully lowered her down onto the bed before pulling out.
"Sorry about that," he chuckled when he saw how soaked Hermione's face looked.
"I'm fine, but if you want to make it up to me anyway, I can think of one way you could," the brunette grinned, and he kissed her deeply, smirking when he tasted Fleur's cunt on her lips.
She pulled him down on top of him casting a cleaning charm on his cock, and moaned into his mouth when he pushed inside her pussy, slipping in with almost embarrassing ease. She had felt like she was on the verge of cumming since she watched Akeno cum so hard she cried, and eating Fleur out had only added to her all-consuming arousal. Harry filled her as perfectly as he always did, and she wrapped her arms around him, digging her nails into his shoulders as she nearly let him fuck her as she normally would.
"Wait," Hermione gasped, pushing him over, and he rolled onto his back, taking her with him. "Luna, pull the plug out for me."
"Of course," Luna grinned, crawling over and grabbing the base of her plug.
She looked over, noticed Rias and Akeno making out next to them, and smiled at the obvious affection and love between them.
"Luna!" Hermione cried, not wanting to cum until she'd taken Harry in her ass, and the blonde was shocked out of her reverie.
"Oh, sorry," she chuckled, realizing that she'd made the plug start vibrating. She pulled gently, watching as Hermione opened up little by little, and grinned when she saw the plug come free. "Wow, these things make our bums gape more than I realized."
"Harry, I'm about to cum, so just pull out and stick it in my ass," Hermione begged, and he chuckled, lifting her up until his cock slipped from her pussy.
"Luna, could you do the honors?" Harry asked, and the blonde nodded vigorously, wanting her turn as soon as possible. She lifted his cock up and lined it up with Hermione's still-gaping bum before nodding at Harry, who lowered her down.
"Oh, holy fuck!" Hermione groaned. "You feel so much bigger there."
"We should do this more often," Harry groaned as he felt her firm, round cheeks come to rest against his thighs, every inch of his cock buried inside the heated depths of her ass.
"It certainly looks like it's been fun for everyone so far," Luna smiled, embracing Hermione from behind as she grabbed his shoulders for support and started bouncing on his cock. "Mmm, Fleur made a real mess of you. I can clean it up."
The brunette wondered what she meant for a moment only to moan when Luna started licking her neck, cleaning her up after Fleur squirted all over her. The blonde grasped her bouncing breasts a moment later and began kneading the sensitive mounds.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" Hermione cried, feeling herself soaring towards her peak already. "I love your fucking cock!"
Harry chuckled at that, trying to imagine what the Hermione he met all those years ago would say if she could hear how foul her language could be now.
"Cum for me, Mione," he said, his voice low and rumbling as he started stroking her throbbing clit. "Cum around my cock."
"HARRY!" She squealed, cumming hard.
He caught her as she fell forward, wrapping his arms around her and holding her tight as she writhed in pleasure. Burying his face in her hair, he inhaled deeply and stroked her back as he waited for her to come down from her high.
"Definitely...more often," Hermione panted, and he grinned, pulling her off his cock and rolling them both over until she was on her back.
"It is fun," Akeno grinned, crawling over to them and cocking an eyebrow as she looked at Fleur.
"She had a bird moment," Luna explained.
"Oh," Akeno nodded.
"So, Luna, you're up next," Rias grinned, and the blonde shivered.
"Take me on my back," she beamed. "I want to see how you look when I clench around you."
"Just wait until I'm fully inside you," Harry chuckled, cleaning his cock before pushing it inside the blonde's tight quim, making her gasp.
"Oh wow, that's way more intense than normal," Luna sighed. "Anyway, I just wanted to feel that, and after watching you drive the others insane, I'm right on the edge, so if you could pull out and bugger me, that would be for the best."
"Sure, Luna," Harry chuckled, pulling his cock from her depths before slowly pulling out the plug, making her whimper and gasp.
"If you want him to fuck your ass in this position, you should move your legs back more like this," Rias said, grabbing her ankles and pulling them down until she was folded in half.
"Oh, yeah, this will be a lot of fun," Luna beamed. "How much is my ass gaping, Harry?"
"I could push two fingers in with ease," Harry replied.
"So I'll be able to take your massive incubus cock way easier, then," Luna smiled. "Fuck me, Harry."
"Gladly," Harry grinned, amused as ever by her uniqueness.
He took a moment to line himself up before pushing in, making her gasp. Rias was still holding her in place, keeping her ankles by her head as Harry grasped her hips and pushed inside her, adoring the heat of her, and soon enough, he was buried to the hilt, his hips resting against her cheeks.
"Mmm, it feels like you're in my stomach," Luna sighed. "If I didn't know better, I'd think you really were rearranging my guts."
"Where did you hear that?" Akeno asked.
"I've been looking through the omnilibrary for books on sex and stumbled across some erotic novels," Luna replied. "Some of them come with these really neat pictures too."
Harry smiled at that, happier than he could say to see his lovers able to relax so much after the last few weeks, and started fucking her. She moaned and mewled as he found a steady rhythm, grabbing at the sheets on either side of her, and smiled up at Rias, who gasped in shock, making her furrow her brow in confusion.
"Akeno!" Rias exclaimed, and her queen giggled.
"You're so wet, Rias," Akeno purred, her face buried between her master's thighs as she lay on her back. "How could I not want to have a taste?"
She lapped at the redhead's pussy, drinking deeply of her fluids, and reached up to grab her butt plug, chuckling when she immediately started moaning at the vibrations.
"Oh fuck, just like that!" Rias groaned, reaching for Luna's pussy and pushing three fingers inside her pussy as Harry continued to bugger her.
"Yes!" the blonde cried, holding her own legs in place so Rias could finger her.
The redhead curled her fingers upward, stroking Luna's g-spot, and began to rub her clit. Her gasps and cries turned to moans and screams, her pleasure spiking as the pressure in her core grew more and more intense. It built and built until her entire body was shaking and quivering, and just as it started to become painfully intense, the dam broke and she screamed.
"HARRY!" Luna squealed, writhing in pleasure, and he immediately pulled his throbbing shaft from her depths, needing a moment.
"Fuck, you're so hard it almost looks purple," Rias breathed, her eyes nearly black with lust. "Akeno, take care of Luna."
"Already on it," Akeno grinned, settling down next to the still spasming blonde and pulling her into her grasp as Hermione embraced her from behind.
"You're getting close, aren't you?" Rias asked.
"Honestly, I just needed a break," Harry replied, and she pouted.
"Aww," Rias replied, looking disappointed, "and here I was hoping you'd cum inside me."
"Well, if that's what my gorgeous fiancee wants," Harry grinned, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her deeply.
"I want Fleur to slurp your cum from my ass," Rias whispered, and he groaned, his cock throbbing almost painfully at the depravity of that.
"I could do that," Fleur sighed, rolling onto her back.
"I thought the taste of Harry's cum would be what woke you," Rias chuckled.
"No, I just needed a moment," Fleur said, sitting up. "That allure trick you did was insane, 'Arry. I almost felt as I do when I trigger our bond."
"Speaking of the bond, you'll be doing it with Luna tonight, right?" Rias asked.
"That's the plan," Harry replied, smiling at the blonde as she rested sandwiched between Akeno and Hermione.
"Come with me," Rias purred, extending her wings and flying up into the air before bending over and reaching back to spread her ass cheeks wide. "Don't bother with my pussy; I'm too wound up to take much at this point, and I want to cum with you in my ass."
"If you insist," Harry grinned, grabbed the plug, and smirked when she gasped.
He pulled it out slowly, stroking his cock as he did, and tossed it onto the bed the moment it slipped out, just as desperate for her as she was for him. Lining himself up with her tightest hole, he grasped her hips and pulled her down onto him, groaning in pleasure as she enveloped him completely.
"Oh fuck, yes!" Rias moaned. "Up in the air like this, we're practically weightless. Use me like a fleshlight, Harry. Bounce me on your huge fucking cock until you cum."
"Fucking hell, I'm a lucky guy," Harry laughed.
Saying they were weightless in the air was an exaggeration, but he'd never thought that Rias was at all heavy before, and he was far stronger now than he ever was as a human. He tightened his grip on his hips and started moving her on his shaft, using her like she was just a toy for his pleasure. She gasped and groaned, far from used to feeling him in her ass, and cried out when he changed the angle of his thrusts slightly and brushed against something deep within her pussy through the thin membrane that divided them.
"There!" she cried. "Right there!"
"Fucking hell," Harry groaned, feeling her clench around him hard as he clearly hit something that she liked.
He picked up his pace, fucking her harder and faster, starting to feel a slight, pleasant burn in his arms as he bounced her on his cock in time with his thrusts. She hung limp in the air, her face a rictus of pleasure as he pounded her hard. She felt like she was utterly in his control like this, powerless against him, and that drove her fucking wild.
"Yes, yes, yes!" she screamed, her long crimson hair tickling the bed as she quivered and shook with his every thrust.
She'd already been turned on when Akeno started eating her out, and her impish queen had kept her hovering at the edge for a few minutes when Luna finally came, so she was already very, very close. The feeling of his shaft stretching her tight ring open and hitting the deep spot in her pussy was divine, and she knew that she wasn't going to last much longer, so she started squeezing her inner muscles tightly every time he pulled back, milking him hard, and giggled when she heard him groan her name.
"You're a wicked creature," Harry panted, feeling close to his own orgasm. "You want my cum, Rias? Earn it. Cum for me, baby."
"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh...FUCK, HARRY!" she squealed as she came, and he let go with a groan, painting her bowels white with his copious seed.
The two of them fell back to the bed as their orgasms taxed their self-control and barely managed to slow their descent in time to keep from landing awkwardly. Rias collapsed on her belly, writhing and shaking in bliss, and he fell with her, holding himself up on his forearms and nuzzling her neck.
"Best birthday ever," he panted, and she laughed.
"This was only...the start," Rias panted. "Now pull out...so Fleur can clean me up."
He did as she asked, pulling his still-hard cock from her depths and watching as Fleur immediately dove towards her, burying her face between the redhead's wonderfully round ass cheeks and lapping at her gaping hole.
"The best part is that we can continue this in the shower," Luna beamed, resting her head on his chest and sighing happily when he started running his fingers through her hair.
"That will be fun," Harry grinned, watching as Hermione and Akeno crawled towards him, and he sighed happily when they started cuddling with him and Luna.
"You have no idea, Harry," Akeno purred, and he sighed in pure, relaxed contentment.
Ever since he killed Voldemort, it seemed like Harry flitted from one unpleasant revelation to another, and he was glad, as he lay there, to be able to put it all out of his head. He knew that there were more battles ahead of him, some closer at hand than others, but those were things he could focus on later. For the moment, he was going to enjoy his birthday and bask in the love and adoration of the women surrounding him.