Chapter 45
"What the fuck?" Harry thought to himself, staring down at the image of what could only be Zekhail Bael in his hand.
"The Stone," Hermione breathed. "When you absorbed it…"
"He absorbed its powers?" Luna asked.
"Holy shit," Fleur chuckled.
"This is all well and good, but what in Lucifer's name is going on here?" Zekhail demanded. "One moment I was floating about in the murky depths of death itself, and then the next I find myself summoned into what looks like the aftermath of an orgy, something less pleasant without a body to join in with."
"Good evening," Rias said, sitting up and smirking when Zekhail's gaze fell to her breasts. "I'm Rias Gremory, Venelana and Zeoticus' daughter.
"They had another child?" Zekhail asked, curious. "Are you as much of a monster as Sirzechs?"
"Alas, not," Rias replied, and he chuckled.
"Probably for the best," Zekhail laughed. "If another devil not named Bael ended up as gifted with the Power of Destruction, Father's heart might have given out. How am I here?"
"I'd like to know that as well," Rias said, silencing Harry with a look. "How is it that your soul still exists? We were told that you were killed by angels; is it just not true that their light weapons destroy our souls?"
"They do," Zekhail replied. "Have you fought actual angels yet, girl?"
"I've had a couple minor encounters with fallen ones, but that's it," Rias replied, and he nodded.
"It's true that their wretched light destroys us utterly, but the thing is that we know that, and any devil worthy of existence will defend against such attacks by any means necessary," Zekhail replied. "Of course, the angels know this and can be rather...resourceful. The one who slew me got a lucky blow in with an explosive of some sort. Now, I'll ask again, how am I here?"
"As far as I can tell, I summoned you," Harry replied. "I absorbed a powerful magical artifact several weeks ago to save my life, and it seems to have had consequences."
"Can you unsummon him?" Rias asked.
"I certainly hope so," Akeno giggled. "It would be awkward having sex with a man coming out of Harry's hand."
"I wouldn't mind," Zekhail grinned, leering at her. "What house are you from, boy? To have gathered such a harem is quite impressive."
"I'm newly turned, actually," Harry replied, and Zekhail's grin disappeared.
"You were human?" he asked incredulously. "A passing fancy for yours, Rias?"
"My fiance, actually," Rias replied, her eyes narrowing, and Zekhail sneered.
"I…" he went to say when he vanished.
"Oh thank goodness," Harry replied. "I can't believe I can do that. The potential uses…"
"Can be explored at length in the morning," Rias said sharply. "I'm really tired."
"Fair enough," Harry chuckled, turning the lights out with a wave of his hand.
As he settled on his side, spooning the redhead while the others lay down around them, his mind continued to race. The conversation with Zekhail hadn't gone as well as he might have hoped, unprepared for it as he was, but if he could convince him to tell him all he knew about the Apocalypse Dragon's scales, perhaps he could find one and…
"I can practically hear you thinking," Luna whispered, pressing her lips against his back as she ran her nails through his hair. "Here you go."
"Wha…" Harry went to whisper when her sleep spell hit him, and he passed out on the spot.
Harry deftly strafed to the side through the air, Grayfia's fist missing his head by less than an inch, and caught her backhanded swing with one hand. A localized shield charm absorbed the blow from the supernaturally strong woman for him, and he gripped her with all his might, twisting her arm behind her back and launching the two of them towards the ground. She landed hard, colliding with the ground with such force that had she been mortal, she'd have broken several bones, but he knew she wasn't even truly hurt, and sure enough, a moment later, she swung her head back towards him. A month ago, she'd have struck true, breaking his nose and his grip on her, but he wasn't the under-trained novice he was then, and he twisted out of the way, evading the blow.
"Surrender?" Harry asked, conjuring chains from the ground below and using them to further bind her struggling form in place.
"Impressive, Harry," Grayfia said, her generally monotone voice tinged with a hint of excitement. "You've improved."
"Well, I had a good te..agh!" he cried out, feeling a ball of pure concentrated force plunge into his lower back with all the force of a well-placed kick.
His grip on her slackened, and she broke free, flying upward and slamming him into a floating rock he was fairly sure hadn't been there a moment ago. Twisting out of his grip, she flew back and sent a barrage of destructive spells his way, and he barely managed to get out of their path in time, letting them slam the giant rock she'd clearly summoned while he had her pinned down. It shattered, and he made use of it, sending a thousand tiny stones hurtling her way with all the force of rifle rounds. Grayfia summoned a pair of shields, the first of which shattered under his barrage, and he grinned, pointing towards her with two fingers as he cast a spell he'd wanted to try for a while. A yellow beam shot out, and, sensing the power in it, Grayfia dropped her shield and strafed to the side, letting it sail past her harmlessly.
"You'll need better aim than that to beat Riser, Harry," she replied, not noticing as the beam coalesced into a ball behind her.
"Is that so?" Harry asked, and Grayfia's eyes widened just a moment before his delayed blast fireball exploded, wreathing her in flame and sending her flying towards him.
He shifted his stance, intending to strike her as she hit him, but she teleported midway and kicked him right in the middle of his back, sending him flying into the ground. Grunting in pain, he pushed himself up and jumped to his feet, turning around just in time to see her floating down towards him, her skirt so singed that much of her long, creamy legs was on display.
"Your training sessions with the guards are paying off," Grayfia announced, signaling that their spar was over. "You couldn't land a single hit on me when I first started training you."
"I remember," Harry grunted, his healing spells already dealing with the bruises and cracked bones the spar had given him. "Am I ready for Riser yet, though?"
"I wouldn't say you're ready yet, but you are making significant progress; you have weeks left before the fight, and with this mystery settled, you have more time to focus on your training," Grayfia replied.
"Right," Harry nodded, closing his eyes and breathing deeply, relaxing more and more as his heart rate slowed down.
Thinking that he was worried about the fight, Grayfia said, "If you were a normal newly turned devil, I wouldn't expect you to be able to train up to Riser Phenex's level so quickly, but you spent many months being trained by a pair of devils before you were turned. Add that to your existing combat experience, and victory is not out of the question. At the very least, I expect you to give him a far greater challenge than he expects."
"Given how arrogant he's seemed both times that we spoke, I imagine any challenge would be more than he expects," Harry chuckled. "I have quite a bit of experience fighting arrogant opponents too."
"They're the best, aren't they?" Grayfia chuckled, and he looked at her in surprise for a moment.
"The moment when they realize that they underestimated you is always pretty entertaining," Harry commented, and she grinned for a moment before schooling her features. "Sorry about your skirt, by the way."
"This is hardly the most damage my clothes have ever taken in a fight," Grayfia said dryly.
"I imagine her spars with Sirzechs all end with her clothes destroyed," he thought to himself in amusement, knowing better than to voice that particular thought. "Anyway, I should get back to the Rookery, unless you had anything else you wanted me to do."
"No, this is fine for now," Grayfia replied. "By the way, that fireball trick, though annoyingly effective with me, would do less than nothing to Riser."
"Right," Harry nodded. "I imagine ice magic will be my best bet with him."
"You've progressed enough as a fighter that I think we can start focusing on what is most likely to work with him," Grayfia murmured, running a hand through her silver hair. "Your best weapons against Riser will be psychological."
"Hmm?" Harry asked.
"Thanks to his Phenex bloodline, he can recover from most injuries almost instantly," Grayfia replied. "They can all do that, and yet Phenexes have died in battle plenty of times through the eons."
"How?" Harry asked.
"That particular power is tied to their mental strength," Grayfia replied. "Break him mentally and you will be able to break him physically."
"Which makes his ego and thin skin particularly unfortunate weaknesses for him," Harry said, and she smiled.
"Exactly," Grayfia replied. "To give you experience fighting someone whose powers are largely fire-based, I'll be bringing in someone new for you to spar with."
"I'm guessing it isn't a Phenex," Harry chuckled, and she grinned.
"They aren't the only fire specialists in the Underworld," Grayfia replied, and something about her tone made him instantly wary.
Just as he was about to ask her who she was planning to bring in, she went still.
"Sirzechs is here," Grayfia murmured. "I should go see why. Be back here tomorrow morning and we'll start the next phase of your training."
"Very well," Harry replied as she vanished in a ritual circle. Shrugging and figuring that was either nothing or no business of his, he conjured a ritual circle around himself and disappeared a moment later, reappearing in the main sitting room of the Rookery.
"Damn it," Sirius muttered, slamming the door as he entered the tower.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked.
"Oh, hey, Harry," Sirius sighed. "Haruka still seems embarrassed by us getting caught by her daughter the other day, and she wants to cool things off for a while."
"Ah, I'm sorry," Harry muttered. "Were you the first guy she'd dated since her husband died?"
"If not, pretty close," Sirius sighed. "I heard footsteps from outside too, but I didn't think anything of it at the time. If I'd just slipped away…"
"If she's this spooked by her daughter learning about you, this might have been the eventual outcome either way," Harry said, and he sighed.
"Maybe," Sirius muttered. "Uh, you have leaves glued to your head."
"And dried blood too," Harry muttered as he plucked one off and saw what had crusted it to his hair.
"You're okay, right?" Sirius asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," Harry replied. "When you were whisked away to the Underworld, you didn't flirt with Grayfia, right?"
"I might be a bit of a dog in every sense, but I'm not stupid enough to flirt with a woman married to a guy as scary as Sirzechs Lucifer," Sirius chuckled.
"He's the more powerful one of the pair, but he's not the scarier one, trust me," Harry chuckled. "Anyway, I'm going to go shower. Are any of the girls here?"
"I'm afraid you're stuck showering alone, Harry," Sirius replied, making him snort.
"That's not actually why I was asking," Harry said.
"I'm not sure where Kiba and Koneko are, but Rias and Akeno went to check on the school, Hermione and Luna went to Hogsmeade, and Fleur went to check on her family again," Sirius replied.
"Thanks," Harry replied, flying upstairs.
"Man, I wish I could do that," Sirius muttered to himself, shaking his head.
"Alas, we have finite evil pieces," Harry murmured, having heard him. Staring down at his right hand, he said, "For now, anyway."
"Thanks, Madam Rosmerta," Luna smiled as she set their butterbeers down.
"Call me Rosie, pet," Rosmerta replied. "I know you were part of the group that helped stop You-Know-Who back in June. I can't believe how close we came to disaster. Death Eaters in the school..."
She walked off, muttering to herself, and Hermione chuckled.
"Apparently the story got out into the papers," she said. "I canceled my subscription to the Prophet before we left."
"I never had one," Luna murmured, sipping her butterbeer. "Ah, I did miss this stuff."
"You're welcome to come back for it anytime, Miss Lovegood," Dumbledore murmured, joining them.
"Would you like us to order you one?" Luna asked, and he chuckled.
"No, that's quite alright," Dumbledore replied. "I tested the automatons quite extensively, Miss Granger, and I must say I am quite impressed."
"I know I was," Hermione said. "They seem pretty comparable to the mi...elves."
"They might be significantly better in numerous ways as well," Dumbledore murmured. "For one thing, the fact that they aren't actually living beings is a boon. As much as I always liked house elves and always sought to treat them well, their dependency on us as living, thinking creatures did rub more than a few muggleborns the wrong way over the decades for reasons that I eventually came to understand. Still, there was no alternative available, and the elves themselves required work to stay sane and healthy. The automatons will become very popular in very short order, I'm sure."
"That is my hope," Hermione nodded. "If you're ready to sign off on the order, then I have a contract right here."
"I will need to read this over, of course," Dumbledore nodded as she slid the rather short scroll over to him.
"Naturally, though I assure you, it is exceedingly straightforward," Hermione murmured. "Not a single mention of your soul or your firstborn."
Dumbledore chuckled at that as he unfurled the scroll.
"The latter is a complete impossibility I'm afraid," he murmured.
"Oh right, because you're...ow," Luna grunted as Hermione kicked her under the table.
Dumbledore looked over his half-moon glasses and cocked a bushy white eyebrow at them.
"The library had among its collection the journal of a certain Dark Lord you knew when you were young," Luna explained quietly, and his eyebrows shot towards his hairline.
His wand was out in an instant, and the area around their booth was silenced immediately.
"Gellert's journal?" Dumbledore asked.
"That's actually where Harry learned the spell he used to trap the Death Eaters in the great hall," Hermione replied.
"I had wondered about that," Dumbledore sighed, shaking his head. "I don't suppose I could trouble you for a copy of that journal, could I?"
"If you want," Hermione replied, wrestling internally with whether or not to ask what she wanted to. "I don't mean to pry…"
"Suffice it to say he was a brilliant young man who let his arrogance and his misguided idealism lead him down a most unfortunate path," Dumbledore sighed, turning back to the contract. "He wasn't Tom and has, in his very old age, realized his folly."
"I'll send you a copy," Luna murmured.
"Thank you," Dumbledore said softly.
As he went back to reading over the contract Zeoticus had sent her with, Hermione sipped her butterbeer and looked around. The sound of the door opening drew her attention, and she turned to see who had entered, freezing in her spot when she saw Narcissa Malfoy. She recognized the woman from her journey through her manor while controlling her son and felt instantly uncomfortable at the sight of her there. Her face was a mask of indifference, but her blue eyes couldn't hide the lingering pain and rage as she swept inside, and Hermione swallowed thickly.
"I'm sure she's a terrible person, and I shouldn't feel bad for her at all, but I would feel better about killing Malfoy if he hadn't had any living kin," she thought to herself. "He had to go, though, and deserved it for the role he played in getting my parents and Luna's father killed."
She turned away from the woman as she joined another obviously pureblood woman at her table and returned to her butterbeer.
"This is a rather extensive list of wizards and witches I'm to recommend the automatons to," Dumbledore murmured, and Luna smiled.
"Lord Zeoticus figured it would be simpler to just give you a list than make the condition something vague like 'promote whenever possible' and that you might feel more comfortable about it with the condition so plainly put in black and white," she explained.
"You also have a year to do so, so it should be quite simple," Hermione replied. "Once you've promoted them to someone on the list, the ink will turn red."
"Very well, I see no reason not to sign this," Dumbledore nodded, drawing a pen from his starry purple robes and an inkwell.
Hermione could practically feel eyes boring into her and turned to see both Narcissa and her friend looking at them curiously.
"There," Dumbledore nodded, putting his pen and ink away and rolling up the contract. "Do you need a copy?"
"It's tied to one in Lord Zeoticus' possession," Hermione replied.
"Has he entrusted this entire endeavor to you?" Dumbledore asked.
"Just this portion of it," Hermione replied. "If we can head into the castle, I'll just need to get an exact headcount of the elves, and then I can pop over to procure replacements for all of them."
"Alright," Dumbledore nodded. "Be warned, the ghosts are holding their annual practice sessions for the start of year fright, and it is quite loud. That's actually why I asked to meet here."
"They practice that?" Hermione asked, and he chuckled.
"Scaring the first years just before they're sorted is one of their favorite parts of staying here," Dumbledore replied. "They get so excited around this time in August each year that they seem almost lively."
"They were very good my first year," Luna smiled.
"Well, this won't take long," Hermione said, and Dumbledore canceled his silencing spell as he stood up.
As they left the pub, Hagrid happened to be entering, and he looked at them in surprise.
"I...I thought I heard you 'ad moved, long with Harry," he said.
"We have," Hermione replied. "We were just visiting to handle a bit of business. It's good to see you, Hagrid."
"Hello, Hagrid," Luna smiled.
"Good to see you too," Hagrid replied warmly. "Give my best to Harry when you see him. In his last letter, he seemed to be rather put out about something."
"He's been busy, but he's doing well, and we'll let him know you said hello," Hermione smiled.
"Thanks and take care, you two," Hagrid said. "After everything you and Harry went through here, you deserve a chance to take it easy."
As Dumbledore led them to the castle, Hermione wondered if they'd ever actually get such a chance.
"Kuoh Academy had some renovations done a couple weeks ago, and I just wanted to check in and make sure that our clubroom wasn't messed up in any way," Rias explained as she sat down next to Harry on his bed.
"It didn't even look touched, thankfully," Akeno smiled, settling in on the other side. "Are Hermione and Luna back yet?"
"Not yet," Harry replied. "Fleur got back a little while ago but wanted to shower. Apparently she slipped in something sticky while visiting her family."
"No, I slipped on water while holding a jar of honey," Fleur hissed, walking in with a towel still wrapped around her head. "Cleaning charms can only do so much."
"Did you see any bruises, because I will absolutely volunteer to kiss them better," Harry quipped, and she grinned.
"I landed on my derriere, mon amour, so I didn't see anything, but it might be better if you checked for me," Fleur purred, climbing into his lap, and he chuckled, kissing her softly.
"Just to be safe, it'll probably be best if I kiss every inch of it," Harry grinned.
Fleur bit her lower lip and was about to reply to that when Hermione and Luna walked in.
"How'd…" Harry went to ask when the sound of something, or, he suspected, someone, being whacked with a stick echoed up from the main floor.
"I still don't get why the 'fix-it stick' is our best solution here," Hermione muttered.
"Dumbledore signed the contract then?" Rias asked.
"He did, and we ended up exchanging ninety-seven minions for automatons," Hermione replied.
"Dad's setting up little offices in every major magical shopping center in countries where elves were sold," Rias replied. "With the populace already on edge about them and Dumbledore recommending an easy replacement, we could have the whole population snatched up in months."
"Have you tried it again yet?" Luna asked.
"No," Harry replied. "I was planning to wait until we were all here."
"Have you tried turning invisible yet?" Luna asked.
"Oh yeah, that I can do just by willing it now," Harry replied. "I don't even need a hint of a formal spell."
He demonstrated, and for a brief moment, it looked like Fleur was straddling nothing but air.
"I'm actually using that to hide my horns and tail now," Harry said. "It's much easier, and it's...nice knowing that I still have the cloak...kind of."
"Summon him back," Rias said breathlessly, and he nodded.
As Fleur floated out of his lap and sat next to Akeno, he held out his hand, pictured the stone turning around, and said, "Zekhail Bael."
"I figured you'd call me back," Zekhail muttered. Glaring at Rias, he said, "How can you sully yourself with a simple human turned devil? You are heir to one of the pillar houses and possess the greatest gift in all of devilry. To throw that away on…"
"I'm an incubus if it helps," Harry replied, and he went silent.
"What?" Zekhail asked, and he made his tail visible, unfurling it from around his waist and letting it poke out over his shoulder. "That's not...how?"
"We honestly have no idea," Harry half-lied, not wanting to get into the subject of Rizevim. "It is what convinced Lady Venelana and Lord Zeoticus to let us marry."
"Of course," Zekhail breathed before bursting out laughing. "A living incubus that Michael and the rest of those wretched creatures don't know about. You should flood the Underworld with children as quickly as you can."
"What?" Rias hissed as the others all looked, like he was insane.
"Strike now while our enemies are unaware," Zekhail replied, ignoring the way they were looking at him. "In less than two decades you could have an army of incubi and succubi, and in a century, our numbers could more equal the Tyrant's legions."
"We'll get right on that," Harry muttered, not wanting to argue. "Listen, the reason I summoned you was…"
"Lucifer's light, I wish I could see the look on that pompous, self-righteous, golden-haired prick's face when he realizes that he failed his precious master," Zekhail laughed, not paying any attention to them.
"The Apocalypse Dragon," Harry growled, and he went still.
"Ah," Zekhail nodded. "How did you know to ask me about that?"
"Mother spoke with Lord Zekram," Rias replied, and he nodded.
"Why are you looking for information about him?" Zekhail asked.
"For the same reason you did once," Harry replied. "We've read Nicholas Flamel's journals and know that he managed to make the Philosopher's Stone because of some unknown material he found in another world."
"We also know that he reached that world quite by accident when he picked up a large red scale that we figured, from the description, came from the Apocalypse Dragon," Rias added.
"You're correct about that," Zekhail nodded. "When my sister started to show signs of Sleeping Sickness centuries ago, Father and I both tried desperately to cure her. He tried honing his abilities in a way that might let him destroy the source of the sickness, though we failed to isolate it, so that didn't end up being possible. I tried searching for the then possessor of the Sephiroth Graal Longinus, though to no avail, and after we exhausted those and a number of other options, we thought that perhaps we could use the Philosopher's Stone in some way. When we learned that it was inextricably bound to Flamel, not wanting to trust a human with something this vital, and seeing that he was reluctant anyway, we sought to make our own, which he helped us with freely."
"Presumably because he wanted to see if it might be possible to find another path to that world," Hermione murmured.
"That's possible," Zekhail replied. "I searched for decades for information on the Apocalypse Dragon and learned much, eventually managing to track down one of his scales, but it was all for naught. Rather than the world that Flamel described, I was taken to one entirely different. It was more like Earth had been a few centuries earlier, but stranger, and the area I came across was ruled over by an entity they called the Overlord. I ended up slaying him and took his army of gremlins back with me so that my journey wasn't a complete waste, but they ended up being more trouble than they were worth."
"So we heard," Rias interjected before anyone else could. "Did you continue to research the dragon and his scales?"
"I did," Zekhail replied. "Magna died not long after I returned from that strange world, and Father lost all interest in the project, but I remained determined to learn more about them. I discovered that the great red dragon only sheds his scales at around a rate of one every few decades, and few of them ever reach Earth. I searched for over two centuries to find another one, and I managed."
"Did you learn anything from it?" Hermione asked, curious.
"I learned that they're a waste of time," Zekhail hissed. "The one I found was isolated in the jungle somewhere near the Portuguese colony known as Brazil."
"Out of curiosity, when did you die?" Hermione asked.
"By the Roman calender, seventeen hundred and ninety-three," Zekhail replied. "Why?"
"Just curious," Hermione replied. "Please, go on."
"I knew that I couldn't touch it without running the risk of it taking me to another random world, so I ran what tests I could from a distance," Zekhail said. "I even tossed a few animals at it to see if it would transport them away and learned that it only reacted to those of above-animal intellect. Eventually, out of other ideas, I tried to see if it would take you to a specific world if you focused on it hard enough and tried to picture the world Flamel had described in as much detail as I could recall. For a moment, I thought it worked, for this world did have the sort of glass and steel towers that he'd described, but I quickly learned that it wasn't the exact world. Nothing of this Argent Energy he mentioned seemed to exist, and, in fact, it seemed almost mundane at first."
"Argent Energy?" Harry asked.
"They called it silver though it wasn't," Hermione recited from the journal they'd read months earlier. "The Latin word for silver is…"
"Argent," Harry nodded. "Right."
"Almost mundane?" Rias asked.
"As I walked about one of these odd glass cities during the day, it seemed like there was nothing but humans around," Zekhail replied. "As day turned to night, though, I learned that it was full of vampires, and there were apparently demons too, for when one of them tried to attack me and learned that that was a very, very bad idea, that's what he called me. I tortured enough information out of him to know that they had a society even more complex than that of the vampires of our world were divided into clans, which all had very different powers. I had just learned that this particular one was from a clan called Brujah when the scale brought me back here."
"So the scales aren't particularly useful, I take it?" Fleur asked, feeling disheartened.
"Almost useless," Zekhail nodded. "Flamel's success was a fluke, a nearly unrepeatable bit of incredibly improbable luck. Had it taken him to any other world in all of existence, he never would have succeeded where every other alchemist failed. His Stone was just a theory, something that magicians believed might be possible, but which none ever managed to complete until him. In the end, it was only ever made possible by this odd soul energy from another world, a world I have no idea how to even make contact with."
"I see," Harry sighed. "Well, thank you for answering our questions."
"You have the potential in you to completely rewrite the great conflict, boy," Zekhail declared. "A race of fertile devils could more than take the fight to the bastards that killed me."
"As I said, we'll work on it," Harry replied. "Goodbye."
"I…" was all Zekhail got out before he vanished.
"So the Philosopher's Stone really is outside our grasp," Rias grumbled. "I'm sorry, Fleur. I asked Agrippa to check in on your father, but I haven't yet heard how that went."
"He didn't think that there was much the devils could do," Fleur replied, "but there might be someone else who can."
"Oh?" Luna asked.
"Mama's been asking around to see if there are more specialized healers out there who might be of assistance ever since we broke the curse, and she thinks she might have found someone," Fleur replied. "Funny enough, they're in Japan."
"Really?" Hermione asked.
"Where?" Rias asked.
"Kyoto," Fleur replied. "There's apparently a magical wellness center there that specializes in helping people recover from the effects of particularly dark curses."
"What's it called?" Ria asked, curiously.
"Taiyo, or something along those lines," Fleur replied. "The man who runs it is named Arashi Yamamoto, a wizard who's been practicing healing magic for about forty years or so. She heard about it by complete chance."
"Oh?" Harry asked, furrowing his brow in concern.
"Two patients in the hospital my father was treated at were discussing a German auror they'd heard of who went there for treatment," Fleur replied. "She'd gone to speak with Healer Allard to see if he had any recommendations and got to chatting with the patients. Papa's already leaned on a couple retired aurors he knows to investigate it and make sure that it actually exists and is as good as they made it sound, and if it checks out, it might be an option. I talked them into waiting for Agrippa's tests to come back first, and I think they genuinely agreed that the devils were their best first option, but if it turns out that we can't do much, Papa seems at least interested in this Taiyo place."
"What would that mean for your family, though?" Harry asked. "Japan is rather far away from France, and while magical transportation is faster than muggle transportation…"
"Papa's considering retirement," Fleur sighed. "Maman thinks it would be for the best after everything, and he seems more willing than I would have ever expected."
"I know he's stubborn, but this kind of brush with death can put things into perspective for even the most intractable people," Harry commented.
"Mama even wrote to Mahoutokoro to inquire about their curriculum," Fleur said, and they all looked at her in surprise.
"They're considering not sending your sister to Beauxbatons?" Hermione asked.
"If they do end up seeking treatment in Japan, neither one of them would want to be so far away from Gabrielle," Fleur replied. "With Papa's connections, they could get language charms easily enough, and...it would not be difficult to convince her to study somewhere closer to 'Arry."
"Where is it again?" Harry asked warily.
"South Iwo Jima," Hermione replied.
"That's actually quite a distance from here," Rias chuckled. "I promise to keep you safe from your cute little stalker, Harry."
"My knight in shining armor," Harry snarked, and they all giggled, save for Fleur, who rolled her eyes.
"Does Mahoutokoro take foreign students?" Luna asked.
"They have the smallest enrollment of any magical school in the world, and the Delacours could afford to pay them well, so I doubt it will be a problem," Hermione replied.
"It does seem like an odd coincidence that your mother would just happen to overhear people discussing a treatment center in Japan of all places while in a hospital in France," Akeno said warily. "Do you want to check this Taiyo place out tomorrow?"
"We could all go," Rias smiled. "I've been wanting to show you Kyoto for ages. I swear it's the most beautiful city in the world."
"Thank you," Fleur smiled. "I was going to ask. After the last month, I'm wary of anything that seems even slightly off."
"Understandably," Harry rumbled. "We'll go together. Now, is there anyone else you'd like me to call on?"
"You have to summon your dad for Sirius," Hermione murmured, and he sighed.
"I do," Harry replied. "I wish I could just lend him the stone as I would have if it still existed physically, since I'm sure he's going to have mixed feelings about speaking to my dad with me in the room, but there's nothing I can do for it."
"I guess he would generally prefer to keep that private, but like you say, it is what it is," Hermione shrugged. "We could summon Nicolas Flamel and see if he knows anything more than he wrote down and told Zekhail."
"I doubt he does," Rias murmured, "and if there are potential treatment options for Sebastian, then creating a Philosopher's Stone isn't critical at the moment."
"If it could be used to cure Sleeping Sickness, though, that would be reason enough in itself to try and make one," Harry murmured, "not to mention the possibility of turning stones into the crystals Ajuka needs to make the evil pieces."
"I can't imagine how comically furious my aunt would be if we pulled that off," Rias grinned, still wanting to pay the woman back for the stunt she pulled at her ball. "You heard what Zekhail said about the scales, though. They just don't seem like a viable option."
"Maybe the library has something we could use," Luna suggested. "It's not impossible to think that someone out there might have found a way to open portals to other worlds, perhaps with more control than the Apocalypse Dragon's scales would give us. There is one name that I'd like to speak with, though. One I'm surprised none of you have mentioned yet."
"Who?" Harry asked.
"Leviathan," Luna smiled, and their eyes all widened.
"I really should have thought of that," Rias muttered, slapping her head.
"In all our defense, it's been less than a day since we learned we could still talk to the dead," Hermione said, shaking her head. "There's no guarantee that we'll be able to reach her, of course, but if she wasn't killed by angelic light, she could still exist."
"Of course," Harry nodded, cautious excitement blooming in his chest at the thought of talking to Leviathan. "From the start, we haven't really known what I am or what I can really do."
"She left no notes behind, so everything she knew about incubi and succubi died with her," Akeno murmured.
"I just hope she's as enthusiastic about what you are as Zekhail was," Hermione muttered. "Until you said the word incubus, he was plainly unhappy about the fact that you were human."
"Lord Zekram is one of the most traditional voices in the Elder Council," Rias said. "It doesn't shock me that his son was the same."
"Leviathan is about as old as Zekram," Harry commented, holding out his hand. "Still, I suppose it's worth a try."
He pictured the stone in his hand, turning around three times, and spoke her name as he felt the increasingly familiar power well in him. The small glowing image appeared a moment later, and his breath hitched at the sight of her. She was tall in life, he would wager, and curvaceous. Dressed in a surprisingly form-fitting purple gown, her full breasts, narrow waist, and wide hips were plainly displayed, as was a very generous amount of cleavage. Her long white hair tumbled over her shoulder in soft waves, parted by the four curving horns that jutted out of her head, and she ran her fingers through it as she opened her glowing pink eyes and smirked at him.
"Took you long enough," she said teasingly, and he furrowed his brow in confusion.
"What?" Harry asked.
"You absorbed that useful little stone weeks ago and have known what you were that entire time," Leviathan replied, her soft, melodious voice sounding slightly disappointed. "I honestly hoped that this would occur to you sooner."
"How...how did you know about any of this?" Harry asked. "Do you know what Rizevim did to me?"
"No," Leviathan replied, scowling. "Death does not give one omniscience, and while I have a few theories, none of them would do you any good. I know what I know because I've been watching you ever since you first awakened your incubus nature by deflowering Rias here."
"So you've seen...everything?" Harry asked.
"Your failures, your triumphs, your growing harem," Leviathan grinned. "When are you going to stuff that cute little cat girl full like she so desperately wants you to, by the way?"
"That's what I keep asking," Luna beamed. "Your eyes are very pretty, Lady Leviathan."
"Thank you," Leviathan cooed.
"So can you tell me more about what I am? Do you know where Rizevim is?" Harry asked.
"To answer your second question first, I do, but I won't tell you," Leviathan replied, making him scowl. "Don't give me that look. I'm not letting the last hope of my race go off on a suicide run. Train with the most powerful devils you know and take full advantage of the gifts of your incubus nature, and you will exceed him in time," Leviathan grinned.
"What gifts?" Harry asked. "We figured that I might grow stronger through sex, but I have yet to notice anything that would suggest that's true."
"That's because you're just fucking them, darling," Leviathan chuckled. "You're not feeding."
"Feeding?" Rias asked.
"Everyone strip naked," Leviathan instructed. "This sort of thing requires a practical demonstration."
"Okay," Luna replied, willing her clothes to leave immediately as the rest of them shook their heads.
"I'm not going to hurt them, am I?" Harry asked.
"You could," Leviathan replied. "The true power of an incubus or succubus is their ability to drain their sexual partners of energy. If you took that ability to its fullest extent, you could leave the woman or man you were fucking a withered husk on the brink of death."
"That's horrible!" Hermione exclaimed, and Leviathan giggled.
"Oh, I assure you, they wouldn't mind," she purred. "Someone subjected to an incubus' lusts to that extent would know nothing but the most intense pleasure imaginable in their final moments. Twitching and quivering in shock and ecstasy, their last seconds of life would seem to extend on forever, leaving them floating in bliss itself until peace took them. You, of course, won't take things even close to that far here."
"How can I be sure of that?" Harry asked, fear gripping his heart.
"Because your ability to feed isn't like that of the vampires my creations were so often compared to in my day," Leviathan replied. "When you take one of these gorgeous girls in the way I'm about to teach you, you'll hold their lives in your hands and know them on a level you can't yet fathom. You could no more accidentally take more from them than you intend to than you could accidentally place and hold your hand on a red-hot sheet of iron. In your case, though, you'll have even more reason to be confident in yourself because of that delightful little pact ritual you stumbled across."
"Because sex between us once the contract is activated empowers us," Rias guessed, and she nodded.
"I could not tell you how much it burned me to read through that ritual and know I didn't come up with it," Leviathan scowled. "It's brilliant, utterly brilliant, and if you ever find a way to visit the world your library plucked that scroll from, be sure to look around carefully."
"Do you have any idea how we might visit other worlds?" Luna asked, and she shook her head.
"In my lifetime, I never learned that there were more worlds than Earth, Heaven, and our world," Leviathan replied, shaking her head. "You are a resourceful bunch, though, and I wouldn't be surprised if you figured it out."
"Try it with me," Rias replied. "I'm the strongest one here, and the others can pull you off if you go too far."
"You really want me to?" Harry asked.
"Harry, you're stuck fighting Riser in a few weeks," Rias muttered, "and you're only in that position because of me. If this can make you stronger, I'm willing to take the risk."
"She really will be fine, I assure you," Leviathan said. "My Azrael never hurt me the countless times we did this."
"Azrael?" Hermione asked.
"The firstborn of my incubi," Leviathan said wistfully. "My strongest son."
"Wait, your son?" Akeno asked, and she giggled.
"Once Harry's fully embraced his nature, you'll understand why I couldn't resist," Leviathan grinned. "Incubus sex is more addictive than I could ever explain to someone who hasn't experienced it. I was so sure that he'd be the one to seduce Gabriel, to bring the Tyrant's favorite daughter low and make her a desperate little slut, willing to rip out her blackened wings if that's what it took to feel his touch again. Alas, we never got the chance."
None of them said a word in response to that, and Harry just wondered if perhaps Serafall was more suited to the ancient devil's mantle than he'd realized.
"I'm going to have to apologize in advance because if I fuck Rias with you still here, your head is likely going to end up right in her ass," Harry said, and she chuckled.
"It would hardly be the first time I had my face buried between a woman's cheeks, Harry," Leviathan shrugged. "It might be possible to pull me back, though."
"How?" Harry asked, and she rolled her eyes.
"I don't know how the Stone works per se," she replied. "It was Hades' creation, but if it works as I suspect it does, you could theoretically, rather than close the connection you've opened, just draw it back so I stop sticking out of your hand like this."
"Okay, just give me a second," Harry replied, closing his eyes and looking inward.
He entered his mindscape, something he hadn't done since Voldemort's soul shard was destroyed, and immediately felt the urge to slap himself in the head as he did so. Like the horcrux, he could feel the presence of the Stone and was sure that if he looked hard enough, he'd sense the cloak and wand too. Unlike the piece of Voldemort's soul, the Resurrection Stone didn't feel like it was haphazardly grafted onto his own soul, but rather like it was truly part of him, and as he reached out to it, he tried to do as Leviathan had suggested, pulling the connection to her back rather than closing it off.
"She's gone," Luna announced, and he opened his eyes, glaring at his hand as he noticed nothing was there.
"I'll have to try agai…" he went to say when he was interrupted.
"Do you hear me?" Leviathan asked in his mind.
"Yes," he replied. "You're still here?"
"I am indeed," Leviathan replied.
"Harry?" Hermione asked.
"She's in my head," Harry replied. "Man, it's weird to actually be pleased by that."
"Well, you did eventually turn the bit of Voldemort in there to your advantage," Rias grinned, and he chuckled.
"You're not wrong," Harry replied. "So what do I do?"
"Strip naked first, and then I want you to close your eyes," Leviathan instructed. Once he'd done so, he said, "There exists at the core of your very being a wellspring of lust that could shake the heavens. You are temptation made manifest, desire made flesh, and every single woman here wants nothing more than for you to fuck them until their minds turn to mush. Find the burning core of power at the center of your being, bathe in the sheer lustful energy of it, and then open your eyes."
Harry shrugged and tried it, returning to his mindscape.
"No," Leviathan hissed. "What you seek is not in your mind but in your soul. This isn't like when you communed with the soul fragment you had in you before, or just now when you sought to attune yourself to the power of the Stone. Dig deeper."
He scowled and let his mindscape fall away, not needing the visualization, apparently. He felt his desire, but that had become a near constant for him since long before he first slept with Rias, and he doubted that was what Leviathan meant. He sank deeper into a trance, keeping his mind utterly blank, and felt around himself for anything like what his new mentor had mentioned. She stayed silent, which he took to mean that he was on the right track, and so he continued with confidence, hoping that he'd eventually find whatever it was in his soul that she wanted him to. He lost track of time, putting everything out of his mind as he went, and was glad that he'd learned so much of meditation while he worked to force Voldemort's horcrux to teach him.
Minutes or hours later, he could not say, he began to feel a hint of frustration and tried with no success to stamp it down.
"At least when I was reaching out to the horcrux, I knew what that felt like," he thought to himself. "Of course there's a 'wellspring of lust' at the core of my being. I'm a teenager. How does that differ at all just because I'm an incubus?"
"Because your lust is a force in itself," Leviathan replied. "You've been immersed in it for the past five minutes."
"What?" Harry asked, and he jolted in his seated position when he felt what she meant.
His lustful hunger had been such a big part of him for so long that he didn't even notice how he'd reached the core of it with his mind. Surrounded by the swirling vortex of desire, he felt his cock throb and heard the others all gasp and moan in unison. Opening his eyes, he saw them all lying on the bed, and though their positions varied, their expressions didn't. They all looked hornier than he'd ever seen them, their pupils blown wide and their mouths hanging open, nearly drooling as they frantically masturbated.
"Girls?" he asked, concerned, and they all cried out.
"Careful now," Leviathan giggled. "In this state, your tongue is an even deadlier weapon than normal. Your words will stoke the flame inside them as well as feeling your tongue on their taut little clits would in this state."
"How do I control it?" Harry asked furiously, watching his lovers writhe around on the bed around him, rubbing themselves raw as they seemed to be lost in a lustful trance, blind to everything but how badly they needed to cum.
"Can you feel the connections between you?" Leviathan asked. "Given how many times you've had them, they should be clear."
"So you don't mean the master-servant pacts?" Harry asked.
"No," Leviathan replied. "Ingenious idea though that is, you don't need it to be able to feel your lovers while this close. Focus on them one by one and see if you can sense the emotional ties that bind you."
He did as he was asked, still watching them whimper and moan as their fingers danced over their slick nether lips and stroked their clits. The cacophony of moans and cries should have distracted him, he thought, but they didn't. Rather, every spark of pleasure they felt actually made it easier for him to feel them, and after a moment, he found what the ancient devil had wanted him to. Connecting each of them to him were powerful emotional ties; their love for him, their desire, and their adoration, and he could feel them all. He could feel their all-consuming lust as well and instinctively tamped that down, sighing in relief when they all went still.
"Holy shit," Akeno whimpered.
"That was...insane," Fleur gasped.
"Is that what you feel when you trigger the contract and earn a punishment?" Hermione asked.
"No," Rias replied. "That's more intense, but even it doesn't take your entire focus like that. What was that?"
"That was a hint of your true power, Harry," Leviathan replied. "Those you bond with, either formally with that contract or just emotionally by bedding them, you will, over time, develop the ability to drive wild with desire with the simplest word or the slightest caress of their souls."
"Their souls?" Harry asked, and he could practically hear her pout.
"What did you think you were playing around with here?" Leviathan replied.
"I swear I didn't even want to cum just now," Luna sighed. "The pleasure of touching myself while in that state was enough."
"They couldn't cum," Leviathan replied. "Not without your say, anyway. Rias offered to be your test subject, so put her in that state and fuck her. Once you're inside her, we'll move onto your next lesson."
"Rias, are you sure you want to…" Harry went to ask, and she placed a finger over his lips, smirking at him.
"It's sweet of you to want to make sure like this, but you don't need to," Rias replied. "I explained my reasoning, and I trust you completely. Make me your plaything for the next hour or so. I'm sure I'll enjoy it, and if it strengthens you…"
"I love you," Harry sighed, and she smiled widely, her blue eyes shimmering as she gazed into his own eyes.
"I love you too," Rias replied, wrapping her arms around his neck and kissing him hungrily.
He deepened the kiss quickly, his tongue slipping inside her mouth, and she pressed her voluptuous body against his. Wrapping his arms around her, he groaned at the sheer heat emanating from her sweltering sex and how hard her nipples felt as her massive breasts squished against his chest.
"Do it now," Leviathan instructed, and he broke the kiss, pulling back slightly and cupping one of the crimson-haired beauty's tits.
"I can feel your heart racing," he murmured, and she grinned.
"With anticipation, I assure you," Rias replied. "Having you fuck me after I trigger the contract's punishments is intense enough, but this might be far more fun."
Harry reached out to that emotional and spiritual connection between them again and smirked when he ramped up her lusts and she immediately collapsed into his arms.
"Oh, fuck," Rias moaned, her hand going straight for her pussy, and she nearly cried when he grabbed it before she could reach.
"Oh no," Harry grinned, seeing her fluids drip down along her thighs and licking his lips. "You don't get to touch yourself without permission, Princess."
"Fuck me," Akeno grinned as Rias shuddered, watching the show happily.
"I always love when he gets like this," Luna sighed, cupping her cheek, and Akeno kissed her deeply.
Harry kissed Rias possessively, his tongue plunging into her mouth, and as he reached between her legs and brushed a finger between her folds, he muffled her scream. She was soaking wet in a way that she only ever got after he'd eaten her out until she was sobbing or she triggered a punishment, and he groaned when two of his thick fingers slipped into her tight tunnel with ease.
"Please, please, please, please," Rias begged, her legs shaking so badly she had to lean on him as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of her. "Please make me cum, Harry. I need it so badly."
"Look at her," Leviathan sighed in his mind. "A proud and haughty devil heiress reduced to a needy wreck with nothing on her mind but her desperate need for pleasure. This is what I wanted to have done to Gabriel."
"I take it she was a particular rival of yours?" Harry asked, and she snorted.
"The only one I hated more was the Tyrant himself," Leviathan replied. "This is hardly the time for history lessons, though. Push yourself inside her, and let's truly begin."
"Can't say I've ever had sex while I had an active voice in my head before," Harry muttered to himself, pulling his fingers from Rias' slit and bringing them to her lips.
She dutifully wrapped her lips around them, sucking her own fluids from the digit for a moment before he pulled them out and kissed her. She fell back on the bed immediately, wrapping her legs around his waist and frantically humping upward against his rock-hard cock, desperate for any kind of stimulation that might relieve the all-consuming need currently driving her insane. He reached down, wrapping a hand around his cock, and took a moment to line himself up before pushing forward, sinking his entire length inside her with one smooth thrust.
"Yes!" Rias screamed, clawing at the sheets behind her head as he immediately started fucking her with long, hard strokes.
Her massive mounds began to rock across her chest, jiggling with every thrust and he palmed them eagerly, kneading and massaging them as he lowered his head to wrap his lips around one of her perfect pink nipples. She was utterly soaked, possibly wetter than he'd ever felt her, and he swore she actually felt better than normal too, her hot, wet depths clinging to him like a silk glove.
"Harder! Harder! Fucking ruin me!" Rias screamed, her legs tightening around his waist as she started rocking herself up against him.
"I'm pretty sure he...oh, right there...already did," Akeno moaned, holding Luna's head lovingly as she lapped at her drooling slit.
"Yes, he...ahh...ruined us all long ago," Fleur moaned, and Harry looked to see her and Hermione together, their arms wrapped around the other as they gently ground their dripping slits against the other. The brunette captured her lips with her own, and as they made out frenziedly, he noticed just how close Hermione's bust had come to matching the Veela's.
"They have no idea what ruination is yet," Leviathan's silky voice oozed in his head. "They will, though. You're a fantastic lover for a normal man, but they will soon learn the true pleasures an incubus can bring them. Rias here got a taste that first night."
"What?" Harry asked.
"You're so fucking big!" Rias cried, her nails raking down his back as he brushed against a spot inside her that made her vision go spotty. "I'm...I'm...I'm cumming!"
"Fucking hell," Harry grunted as she started to spasm around him, clenching and unclenching over and over again.
"When you first unlocked whatever Rizevim did to you, for a brief couple of hours, you seemed to be a proper incubus already, despite your mortality," Leviathan replied. "That's what drew me to you, actually, and I watched as you fucked this desperate little slut to orgasm after screaming orgasm without a hint of a break or even a thought."
He remembered that night well. Back then, he hadn't known where it had come from, but there was a reason why, by the time Grayfia came to find Rias, she was already very, very attached to him.
"Don't stop!" Rias begged even as she panted for breath. "I still...still need."
"I know what you need," Harry growled, wrapping a hand around her throat and looking into her wide eyes, nearly black with lust.
He felt her clench around him again, a little orgasmic quiver, and grinned. Picking up her legs, he moved them to his shoulders and picked up his pace again, fucking her hard and fast. Akeno's pleasured moans grew louder as Luna sucked on her throbbing clit and pumped three fingers in and out of her pussy, and as their eyes met, she grinned.
"Sounds like Rias is having an even better time than normal," the raven-haired beauty chuckled.
"He's so fucking good!" Rias cried as her ankles crossed behind his neck. "Ahh, fucking me with your monster cock! Fuck me until I can't walk!"
"He...oh, fuck, always feels like he's in my stomach," Hermione moaned, riding Fleur's hand as she worshipped her creamy breasts. "I have no idea how he fit when I was human."
"A gift of the incubus, actually," Leviathan said. "No matter what, you will mold your lovers to fit your cock. As a side note, if that's why you haven't fucked Koneko yet, worry not. Her poor little pussy might never be same again, but you will fit safely inside her."
"I've been kind of busy lately," Harry replied, pushing Rias' legs back until she was nearly folded in half. The new position made it easier to find the deep spot he'd been searching for, and he grinned when her screams grew louder.
"There! Right there! HARRY!" Rias shrieked as she came.
"Pull out and flip her onto her front," Leviathan instructed, and he almost laughed at being directed in bed like that.
He pulled his cock from her depths as she writhed and convulsed in pleasure and flipped her onto her belly before burying it inside her again. Fucking her hard and fast, he watched as her ass jiggled and rippled every time his hips clapped against her and groaned in delight at the sight.
"Don't stop!" Rias squealed, feeling like she might actually cum again already.
"Reach out to her soul and feed her lust as much as you can," Leviathan said, and he did so, groaning when she immediately started spasming around him again.
Her screams were wordless, as though her mind could no longer come up with any, and he grunted at the pleasure of her milking him while he continued to pound her into the bed. Akeno squealed in pleasure, and he looked over to see Luna openly fingering herself while her face got soaked. Hermione came a moment later, and Fleur pushed her onto her back while she writhed, shifting her body up until she was straddling her face and then pushing her dripping slit down onto her mouth. The smell of sex permeated the room, but to Harry's senses, it went beyond that. He could feel the energy of it all, lust, desire, and ecstasy, a potent cocktail filling the entire bedroom, and he swore as he breathed it in, he felt stronger.
"Can you feel the bond?" Leviathan asked. "I ask because it's something I don't have any experience with."
"Yes," Harry replied, touching it experimentally, only to gasp when he accidentally activated it. A blood-red collar of light appeared on Rias' neck, and she let out a shriek so loud it actually hurt his ears.
"CUMMING!" the redhead squealed, clawing at the sheets so hard that she shrieked them as she felt like she was going to fly away.
She's already been drowning in arousal as intense as anything she'd ever felt in her life, and this only amplified it. The feeling of Harry's cock inside her, scraping against what felt like every nerve ending she had every time he pulled out and every time he thrust back in, became even more intensely pleasurable, and she could only thrash about as her orgasm consumed her. Wave after soul-searing wave of ecstasy thundered through her body, and as that orgasm ended, another began immediately. She couldn't even think to call him master; her mind was so numb, and so she just let herself get swept away by it.
Harry was in paradise, his cock pistoning in and out of Rias' vice-tight pussy over and over again while she came seemingly constantly. He buried his face in her sweat-soaked mane, breathing in her scent, and draped his hands over hers. The sounds of the other four having sex continued to echo through the room, but in that moment he didn't notice. Nothing existed but the woman under him, whom he seemed to be buried inside so absolutely that he could practically taste her soul.
"By the Lightbringer, feel the way her power grows," Leviathan mused, not really speaking to him. "Had we had this ritual at our disposal in my day, my incubi and succubi might have grown powerful enough to bring the Tyrant himself low. Do you feel how much stronger she's become since you activated the bond?"
Huh?" Harry asked ineloquently. "Oh."
It was a subtle thing, but she was growing stronger minutely. A single sexual encounter between them, even one as intense as this, wouldn't make her Sirzech's equal, but she was growing noticeably stronger. She had theorized that this was why she had become powerful enough to command Gasper, and being able to actually feel her strength like this, he thought she might be right.
"Draw on her energy, Harry," Leviathan commanded. "Do it now."
All hesitation he'd had before was gone in that moment, and in its place, only desire and hunger remained. He drew on her energy instinctively and gasped when he felt himself siphoning it little by little into himself. He fucked her even faster, the bed creaking so loudly under them that it sounded like it might break, not that he noticed. The others all turned and stared, feeling desire radiate off of him in waves as he fed. Their pussies became overflowing with their juices, their arousal so intense that they swore a single word from him might make them cum, but that was nothing compared to Rias' reaction.
"OH FUCK!" She wailed, cumming harder than she ever had in her life.
Nothing had ever been as intense as this in her entire life, feeling like Harry was eating out her very soul while he fed from her and she fell prone on the bed, unable to do anything other than scream and bask in the absolute ecstasy overwhelming her very being. When Harry stopped feeding a moment later, realizing that he'd taken nearly everything the bond had given her and not wanting to take any more, he came suddenly, groaning her name, and the feeling of his hot, thick cum flooding her tunnel, seemingly with far greater volume than normal, proved to be too much for her. She passed out right there, grinning from ear to ear as she panted for breath in her sleep.
"What the hell?" Harry asked as he pulled out of Rias, feeling like he was burning up.
"My turn, my turn, my…" Akeno chanted, trailing off as she saw Harry stand up and look down at himself in shock.
"What in the world?" Hermione asked.
"Wow, that was a really big cumsho...Harry?" Luna asked.
"Holy shit," Fleur gasped.
Before their eyes, he changed, his horns growing slightly longer and more curved, and his muscles thickening slightly. The most pronounced change lay lower, though, and they all felt their insides flutter as his cock grew slightly thicker and began to develop little ridges and bumps.
"You have no idea how good those are going to feel scraping against their insides when you fuck them," Leviathan shuddered.
"Why did I change?" Harry asked.
"You took the first step towards reaching your true potential," Leviathan replied. "The more you feed like this, the more you will develop as an incubus. Alongside the physical changes will come other abilities that I'll explain in time. Stick out your tongue."
"Why would I…" Harry went to ask out loud when Akeno gasped and grabbed his face.
"Stick out your tongue," she all but ordered, and he did so, making the others all gasp too.
"It's forked," Hermione breathed, shivering as she thought about the potential benefits of that.
"I think it's longer too," Luna added.
"Can I sit on your face, mon amour?" Fleur asked, and he laughed.
"In time, it will be long enough for you to push it all the way inside them," Leviathan replied. "Imagine using that darling little ability of yours then."
"Oh, wow, Rias looks completely destroyed," Luna murmured, resting a hand on the redhead's sweat-slicked back and smiling when she twitched and moaned. "Akeno, Fleur, if you two want to ride him, I could clean up Rias here. It seems like Harry made a bigger mess than normal of her poor little pussy."
"It's not so little now," Hermione breathed, feeling her own cunt clench at the sight of how wide Rias was gaping.
"Oh, and you're going to start producing a lot more semen," Leviathan added.
"Fuck me, like you fucked her, Harry," Akeno begged. "I want to look just as mindless and destroyed by the time you're done."
"Me too!" Fleur exclaimed, and he wrapped an arm around the both of them.
"If that's what you want," he rumbled, and they both felt their knees go weak, feeling more turned on than they could ever remember being.
Harry kissed Akeno hungrily while he palmed Fleur's plump arse and then kissed her, too consumed by his own lust to give much thought to what had just happened. There would be time for that in the morning, after they'd slept it off, but for now, he just wanted to reduce every single one of his lovers to a twitching, quivering, mindless, and seemingly boneless puddle of goo, and that was what he was going to do.
Leviathan grinned to herself as she watched the entire show through his eyes. It had been a long, long time since she had enjoyed anything like this, and she savored it. She had died thinking that her greatest work was lost to time and she had failed, and learning that that wasn't the case was enough to make her ancient soul sing. If he weren't an obvious enemy to the last incubus, she'd have been willing to thank Rizevim for whatever he did, but their clash seemed inevitable, and she knew she'd have to ensure that he was up to the task when it came.
Watching him fuck Akeno, Fleur, Luna, and Hermione until they were all just as exhausted as Rias was a joy she hadn't known in a very long time. He fed on all but the brunette, which she was fine with, knowing that she wouldn't be convinced to undergo the ritual and he wouldn't feed from her otherwise. He would need more sources of power, and as the orgy wound down, she decided to go check on one.
"That...was...in...sane," Hermione shuddered, still twitching as she clung to Harry's arm like she might float away if she let go.
"I've got you, baby," Harry whispered, kissing her crown as he pulled the blanket up over all six of them with a simple spell.
The others were all asleep, some of them had been for a while, and yet as he rolled onto his back after finishing inside Hermione and willed his cock to finally rest, they all practically floated towards him, wanting even as they slumbered to feel his touch.
"Please break the connection to me," Leviathan requested. "I'm actually bound here until you do."
"Oh, shit, here," Harry said, closing the connection between them and burying his face in Hermione's hair as he fell quickly asleep.
Leviathan floated off, unseen and unnoticed with the Stone's power having been pulled back, and she went straight to Koneko's room, smirking when she found the white-haired nekomata frantically humping a pillow.
"Oh...thank...goodness," she panted to herself, tossing the thoroughly soaked pillow onto the floor and curling up into a ball as the overwhelming lust she'd felt for the past few hours finally dissipated.
"Lucifer's light, Harry hasn't even touched her and she can already feel him," Leviathan thought to herself. "Perhaps it would be better to have him make this one wait a little longer, until she's truly desperate."
Smirking to herself, she let herself vanish back into the void, certain that this new incubus would call on her again very soon.