Chapter 49
"Fiance?!" yet another girl from their school exclaimed. "Oh, she's so lucky!"
"I know, right?" the girl's friend asked. "He's so hot, and according to Aika, Rias is a very, very lucky girl."
They all squeeed at that, and Issei groaned, rubbing the developing bruise on his head.
"This is such bullshit!" he muttered, walking with Matsuda and Motohama as they left Kuoh Academy for the day. "It was bad enough with Kiba showing up last year; we didn't need that mountain of meat making us look bad by comparison too."
"At least he's taken," Motohama sighed. "It's not like any of us ever had a shot with Rias Gremory of all girls."
"Yeah, there's that," Issei groaned.
"Maybe seeing Rias scooped up by that dude will make the others all lower their standards a bit," Matsuda murmured.
"One can hope," Issei muttered. "The whole reason we came here in the first place was because we figured we'd be drowning in girls."
"The girl-to-boy ratio did seem to be heavily in our favor," Motohama said. "Sadly there was one variable we didn't factor into our calculations there."
"The fact that we're total losers?" Issei asked.
"Yeah," Motohama sighed.
"Hey, isn't that the new guy there?" Matsuda asked, pointing out across the grounds.
"Matsuda, he's like two meters tall and built like a fridge," Issei muttered. "I think he's pretty noti...wait a second, that's him with Akeno."
"Well, she is Rias' best...wait, are they holding hands?" Motohama asked.
Sure enough, Harry Potter was walking out along the school grounds, clearly being shown around by the other great beauty of their school. The three perverts watched as she showed him the sakura trees planted around the grounds, something none of them quite understood since they weren't going to bloom for another six months or so.
"She's very comfortable with him," Motohama murmured. "I wonder how long they've all known each other."
"Rias' family does come from somewhere in northern Europe, right?" Issei asked. "Maybe their families have known each other for a while."
"You make it sound like an arranged marriage," Matsuda chuckled, and Issei sighed.
"Hey, let a guy dream," he muttered, shaking his head. "In my fantasies it can be a betrothal she doesn't want, one I would naturally help her out of."
"Yeah, next thing, you'll be suggesting that you'd have to fight him for her," Matsuda laughed, and Issei scowled, wishing that he could actually do that and not get flattened into the ground for his trouble.
"Uh, guys, they're kissing," Motohama said, and the others' jaws both dropped.
"Holy shit," Issei gasped.
"He's two-timing a total dime like Rias?" Matsuda asked in shock. "I don't know if I want to hate him or beg him to teach me his ways."
"This could be my chance," Issei whispered, his heart racing as a plan hastily formed in his mind. "If I could expose him to her, she'd be devastated, and then I could offer to be a shoulder for her to cry on...cry and push those big, beautiful ti…"
"Oh, shit, she's coming," Matsuda murmured, "and she's with that gorgeous-ass nurse."
"Man, she's even hotter than you said," Issei breathed, taking in the vision of the gorgeous blonde. Realizing that his fantasy was entirely hopeless, he sighed and said, "Well, at least I'm going to be able to see him get smacked."
The three of them watched as Rias and the nurse drew closer and closer, anticipation building in them over the show that they were all certain was to follow.
"Her name's Fleur Delacour," Motohama explained.
"She's French?" Matsuda asked. "Oh man, you just know she's a freak in the sack."
"I don't know what the sudden influx of European chicks around here is because of, but I am not complaining," Issei chuckled, still utterly riveted by the scene of Harry and Akeno making out, neither one aware that Rias was almost on them.
"Here she co...uh, she doesn't look mad," Motohama murmured. "She doesn't even look surprised."
"No," Issei breathed, a chill going down his spine as a truly terrible possibility occurred to him. "No, that's not possible."
"You don't think...oh, hell no!" Matsuda exclaimed, drawing more than a few eyes their way as they watched Akeno back away from Harry and grin at Rias, who quickly pulled Harry down for a passionate kiss.
To make matters worse, Akeno kissed Fleur softly, and that was all the confirmation that Issei needed.
"H...harem?" he stammered, feeling more envious than he ever had in his entire life. "That's...that's not possible."
"Holy shit," Motohama muttered. "I wonder if he's banging the two new English girls too. Come to think of it, they all seemed pretty friendly earlier."
"Uh, you don't think that they're the ones who moved into that weird rook-shaped tower that seemed to just appear overnight, do you?" Matsuda asked.
"You think they're...living together?" Issei asked, staggering back. "He's living like a king, like a damn harem king! That douchebag has everything I ever wanted!"
"Well, shit," Motohama murmured. "I did wonder who that place belonged to."
"I hate to be the bearer of bad news, buddy, but I think I saw Koneko coming out of that place the other morning," Matsuda said, and his friend looked up at him in shock and horror.
"Koneko too?" he whimpered.
"Within the next three months, he'll have drawn every girl here into his web of perverted delights, and we'll be left with no one!" Issei screamed, shaking his fists at the sky as though meaning to blame some god just as a pair of nearby girls both rolled their eyes and shook their heads, passing by them.
"Why are those guys always so hysterical?" one of them asked.
"I think all the porn has rotted their brains," her friend replied.
"Life's just not fair," Issei whimpered, staring down at his shoes in misery.
"At least we have porn," Matsuda sighed. "Come on, let's go to my place, throw in a tape, and forget that this day even happened."
"That sounds like a great idea," Issei sighed, convinced that his day couldn't possibly get worse.
"Um, excuse me, are you Issei Hyoudou?" a high-pitched yet soft and beautiful asked, and he turned around to see a beautiful, dark-haired girl standing a few feet behind him.
"I'm an Issei Hyoudou," Issei replied, instantly convinced that she couldn't possibly be asking for him.
She was stunning; there was no other word for it. A few inches shorter than him with a body so curvaceous that even the rather conservative school uniform she was wearing couldn't hide it. The way her large breasts strained her green uniform shirt was so captivating that he had to struggle to look up from them, though when he did, he found her purple eyes nearly as hypnotizing.
"Holy crap," he heard Matsuda mumble under his breath as Motohama just stared, memorizing this new girl's figure in mere moments.
"I'm Yuuma Amano," the girl giggled sweetly. "Could we talk?"
"Yes," Issei replied. "I mean, yeah, of course. You two go ahead, and I'll catch up in a minute. Guys?"
"Oh, right," Motohama said.
"Yeah, see you, man," Matsuda muttered in confusion.
As the two of them left, Issei turned back to look at Yuuma, still utterly confused about what she could want with him.
"So, uh, what did you want to talk about?" he asked.
"Would you go out with me?" Yuuma asked, and his jaw dropped.
"Wait, what?" Issei asked.
"That was mean," Hermione said as Akeno finished telling her what she, Harry, Rias, and Fleur had just done.
"Rumors were going to spread either way," the crimson-haired beauty replied. "By this time tomorrow, everyone will know about our unusual relationship, the initial flurry of questions will pass, and then that will be that."
"You have to admit that the perverts' reaction was pretty funny," Akeno chuckled. "They'll probably be jerking off to the thought of being in your place for the next year at least."
"There's an image I don't need," Harry chuckled.
"Ditto," Koneko murmured.
"I think it's nice of you all to give them dreams to aspire to," Luna smiled. "As Daddy used to say, dreams don't have to be even slightly realistic to be fun."
"Indeed," Kiba nodded. "How have you three found your first couple days here?"
"It's been rather fun," Hermione smiled. "I have to admit that, though we do have access to all the written knowledge in the multiverse and could lean on capable teachers for any subject, I'd have still missed formal instruction like this if we had just stopped going to school."
"It's quite different from Hogwarts, but we were brought up to speed over the summer on the core subjects, and I'm keeping up well enough so far," Luna replied.
"I think we'll be fine," Harry nodded, "and it's not like this is going to be our main focus at all."
"No, it won't," Rias grinned, holding out her hand. Four stacks of summoning papers appeared in her palm as she added, "This, my lovely new servants, is going to be your first assignment."
"We're to distribute them?" Hermione asked, and she nodded.
"It's something she makes us all do when we're starting out," Akeno murmured.
"I thought I was going to die," Gasper called out from his box.
"That you managed it at all is actually really impressive, all things considered," Kiba said, smiling down at the box.
"When it comes to bare-basic distribution of these things, my familiar handles most of it around here, but in the case of you four, I want you to see who you can get to really show interest," Rias murmured. "Humans summon us for countless reasons, and most who take these will do so thinking that they're fun little novelties and only give them thought down the line, but you will come across the occasional desperate soul, and learning to recognize them is a very useful skill for any devil."
"I was reading through your summoning records," Hermione murmured. "Thank you for sharing them, by the way."
"Did you get a better sense of the sort of things that we ask for in bargains?" Rias asked.
"I did," Hermione nodded, handing her back her journal. "I honestly feel a little better about that now."
"Deals like the one Harry made with Reinhardt are more common than the one I made with him," Rias chuckled.
"You mean devils don't generally ask their clients to take their virginities in exchange for what they want?" Fleur asked teasingly, and the redhead narrowed her eyes at her.
"My circumstances were rather...unique," Rias replied. "Anyway, Harry, you're going to go with Fleur while Hermione and Luna pair up, and I've specified the spots I want you to go on the map here. Hand out summoning papers until you run out and then return to the Rookery. If things go smoothly enough, you might have time to shadow us on actual summonings here, something I want all of you to do at least once just to really get a sense for how to conduct yourselves."
"Will do," Harry murmured, taking a second to figure out where specifically she was sending him.
"Um, Rias, I think you're going to be summoned tonight by a very specific client that both 'Arry and I should come with you to meet," Fleur said. When the redhead cocked an eyebrow at her, she said, "I gave my parents one of these the last time I went to Kyoto."
"Ah," Rias nodded. "They've come to an agreement then?"
"Maman's symptoms are getting worse," Fleur sighed. "I know it isn't easy on either of them, but Papa loves her, and he's willing to do whatever he needs to to keep her healthy and sane."
"Alright," Rias nodded. "In that case, I might pop over there now and see if they're in. I can arrange things ahead of time that way."
"Thank you," Fleur smiled. "I hate that it's come to this, but there is no one I'd entrust my mother with more."
"Even as someone who's been a devil for nearly a year now, I still struggle to understand actively wanting to share your lover with your mother," Kiba admitted, and Fleur chuckled.
"It's more a veela thing than a devil one," she replied. "Our norms and our sense of morality have always been rather...unique in that regard."
"Oh," Kiba breathed. "I'm being summoned."
"Good luck," Rias smiled, watching him disappear in a summoning circle. "Alright, you four get to work, and Akeno, Koneko, I trust you have people to visit as well."
"I have something scheduled," the nekomata said, standing up and conjuring a magic circle around herself. "Good luck, you lot."
As she disappeared, Akeno murmured, "She's been so much more relaxed over the past few days. I so dearly want to see why for myself soon."
"Koneko will approach us again in her own time, Akeno," Rias grinned. "I don't want any of us scaring her off."
"She seemed downright chipper the morning after," Luna smiled. "I'm beginning to think your penis actually has healing powers, Harry."
"Guys, I'm still here," Gasper said, and Hermione facepalmed.
"Sorry, Gasper," she replied. "We should probably get going."
The four of them grabbed their stacks of summoning papers and took off, leaving Rias, Akeno, and Gasper behind.
"Gasper, the gym is empty now," the Gremory heiress said. "I want you to run laps around it for the next half-hour."
"But…" Gasper went to argue.
"No buts," Rias replied. "It's empty; there are no people there, and it is essentially a larger box for you, something that I'm going to call a stepping stone for your progress. Go on."
"Alright," Gasper muttered, flying out of the box and walking out.
"You've never had this many new pieces at once before," Akeno commented, and Rias sighed, sitting down.
"I'm so glad I turned them just before the summer," Rias replied. "Even with as ridiculously busy the last couple months were, it still gave me a little breathing room without us being in school."
"Things seem to be going well," Akeno murmured. "You have nearly a full peerage, and we're all relatively powerful. Do you think we'll be getting into any rating games soon?"
"Probably not for a few months, but I think I'm ready to test myself," Rias smiled, excitement welling inside her.
"We'll do you proud when the time comes," Akeno murmured, cupping her cheek, and Rias smiled, brushing her fingers over her hand.
"I know you will," she whispered. "I should pop over to Kyoto and see if the Delacours have a moment. Do you have anything scheduled for this evening?"
"No, but I'm sure I'll be summoned soon," Akeno replied. "Do let me know how it goes."
"You know I'll show you the memory, baby," Rias grinned, standing up and kissing her softly.
"Love you," Akeno smiled.
"Love you too," Rias replied as she summoned a crimson magical circle around her.
A moment later she was gone, leaving Akeno alone. She threw open the window, looking outside, and froze for a moment as she thought she sensed something that made a chill go down her spine.
"Was that...hmm…" she muttered to herself, closing her eyes and trying to focus on the magical signature she thought she sensed. "I swore I sensed a fallen angel for a second, but it disappeared nearly as quickly."
She spent a moment longer trying to see if she could pick up on what she did before, and when she didn't feel anything out of the ordinary, she opened her eyes again and shook her head.
"Probably nothing," she murmured, still deciding to tell Rias later just to be on the safe side. She felt herself being summoned a moment later and grinned, putting the strange moment out of her head and wondering just what the desperate mortal soul who had reached out to her was going to offer for whatever favor they desired.
"I'm just saying, Sebastian, it's something to consider," Apolline said as she opened the door. "Oh, Mrs. Gremory."
"Rias, please," Rias replied. "Could I come in? Fleur said that you wanted a word."
"Right, right," Apolline murmured. "Please, come in."
"You remember as well as I do how beneficial the boarding experience was for us," Sebastian called out from the kitchen. "Being in a school environment full time, away from home, will allow Gabrielle to make friends more easily and build chara...oh, hello."
"Hello, Mister Delacour," Rias smiled. "How are you feeling?"
"I've not seen any improvement yet, but I'm hopeful," Sebastian replied. "More than that, though, I'm at peace."
"Peace," Apolline grumbled under her breath. "Did you add the wine?"
"I have made beef bourguignon before, my love," Sebastian chuckled. "Yes, it's all in."
"Then why don't you two talk while I reduce it?" Apolline asked.
"That smells lovely, by the way," Rias murmured as the beautiful older veela practically marched into the kitchen.
"That's really just the lardons and browned beef so far," Sebastian sighed happily.
"Is she alright?" Rias asked quietly.
"No," he replied sadly. "Apolline needs help, which is what I wanted to talk to Harry about, though Fleur suggested that I should go through you, and not just because you're his wife. Congratulations, by the way."
"Thank you," Rias replied, walking with him as he led her into the living room. "I love what you've done with the place."
"My Apolline's always had a flair for interior design, and focusing on the house has helped her not focus on...other things, though even that has its limits," Sebastian sighed. "Please, sit down."
Rias did so and looked up at him expectantly, patiently waiting for the man to speak.
"I am...not as capable as I was before the attempt on my life," Sebastian said, his voice oddly calm. "If Apolline were human, asking her to just...adjust to this new reality of ours would be selfish but not altogether unreasonable, but as a Veela…"
"Her needs are actual needs," Rias nodded, and he sighed, sitting down.
"She's been trying to hide it, but I know that she's suffering, and I love her too much to let that go on," Sebastian replied. "Men capable of handling the needs of a Veela are rare, and among those who could, the ones I'd actually trust are far rarer still."
"But Harry is one," Rias nodded, and he laughed humorlessly.
"It's ludicrous to be turning to a schoolboy for this, but…" Sebastian went to say.
"Harry's no boy," Rias finished for him. "You know he'd be...appropriately attentive."
"I know that Fleur is happy despite how many of you there already are in your odd relationship and that she has already said she'd be alright with this," Sebastian sighed. "Would you be?"
"Of course," Rias replied. "And Harry…"
"No straight man needs to be asked whether or not he'd bed a Veela," Sebastian said.
"You seem...accepting of everything," Rias commented.
"Acceptance is the first step towards healing," Sebastian said, clearly reciting a line he'd heard before, and Rias gave him a querying look. "It's something that Healer Yamamoto says often. He's theorized that one of the reasons why particularly dark magic leaves such permanent marks is because it actually uses our own fears, rage, and other negative emotions against us. Our injuries remain as they are because we fear them, hate them, and remain so furious at the overall situation."
"Is that...I mean, it's an interesting theory, but how tested is it?" Rias asked.
"He's been treating patients for decades, and I've met some who have recovered from things you wouldn't believe," Sebastian replied. "There's one man there named Haruto whose face bears a couple scars from someone who used fiendfyre on him. When he said he nearly died, I asked how much healing he'd seen so far, and he showed me a few picture, of how he used to look. The burns were horrific."
"Fascinating," Rias murmured. "I know that fiendfyre burns are particularly difficult to treat."
"It's one of the worst spells ever devised," Sebastian replied. "Seeing the progress that Haruto has made has given me hope for my own situation. Apolline doesn't understand, but accepting my situation as it is and letting go of my lingering feelings over it is the first step towards eventually recovering, should I be able to."
"Which has made accepting this a little easier," Rias nodded.
"It has," Sebastian sighed. "Harry helped save my life, and he adores Fleur. I know that I can trust him, and while this isn't easy, I love Apolline, and I can't let her go on suffering on my account."
"It's done," Apolline muttered as she walked in.
"Your timing couldn't be better," Sebastian said, standing up. "Rias and I were just finishing up our conversation. Um, will we need a contract of some…"
"No," Rias replied. "I know we're devils, but not everything we do is so...formal. Would you like me to return tonight with Harry and Fleur?"
"Harry and...never mind," Sebastian sighed. "Yes, I think that would be best."
"Sebastian," Apolline said mournfully, and he took her hands in his.
"My darling, you need this, and I am not selfish enough to deny you," Sebastian replied. "Healer Yamamoto thinks it would do me some good to spend a few nights in one of the meditation chambers at the clinic. You can...bring him here during them."
"Meditation chambers?" Rias asked, curious.
"They're sensory deprivation rooms meant to help us seek the peace we need within our own minds," Sebastian replied. "I should floo the clinic and let them know that I'll be coming by tonight after all. Excuse me."
Apolline watched them go, her face a mask of conflict, and Rias sighed, feeling genuinely bad for her.
"What was that about Gabrielle that you two were discussing when I arrived?" she asked, figuring the older woman might enjoy thinking about something else.
"Hmm?" Apolline asked, looking at her. "Oh, it turns out that Mahoutokoro allows students to take their courses for a day and then return home. They're a boarding school primarily, but they allow for the other option, something that I didn't expect."
"Oh, interesting," Rias murmured. "I know that Hogwarts doesn't do that."
"Neither does Beauxbatons," Apolline said. "Gabrielle asked us about it."
"Is she having trouble fitting in?" Rias asked.
"No," Apolline replied, "but she's become good friends with a girl whose mother insists on her returning home in the evening, and it's bothering her that she can only spend school hours with her."
"She's gotten to know her that well already?" Rias asked, amused.
"It turns out she lives in Kyoto," Apolline replied. "The two of them kept running into each other in a park nearby and struck up a friendship before they learned that they were both going to be going to Mahoutokoro."
"A strange coincidence," Rias said, furrowing her brow, and Apolline chuckled.
"You sound like Sebastian," she sighed. "He already had someone check on the girl's family, and they found nothing that suggested we have anything to fear. She is in such a different place here because of us, and with her having this one close friend that she wants to be able to spend more time with, I wonder if maybe we shouldn't...ah, never mind. We've taken up enough of your time."
"It's okay," Rias smiled. "Do you want me to return later with Harry and Fleur?"
"I want my life to go back to the way it was," Apolline sighed, looking out the window. "Maybe there's something to all of this acceptance nonsense Sebastian's been picking up at that clinic, though."
"There's every chance that these healers will manage to help him," Rias said softly, and Apolline turned around to look at her.
"I misjudged you when we first met," she murmured. "I never would have expected a devil to capable of the empathy and care that you've shown us since we first met."
"Like with humans, there are some among us who are monstrous, but we aren't all like that," Rias replied, and Apolline gave her a weak smile.
"I'm sorry for thinking the worst of you," Apolline nodded. "Thank you for...this."
"Oh, trust me," Rias purred, reaching out and ghosting her fingers over the other woman's hand. "You don't need to thank me."
Apolline felt her breath hitch at the heated look the crimson-haired devil gave her, and her knees buckled at how intensely the heat in her core flared.
"Lucifer's light, you're that pent up?" Rias whispered, and Apolline whimpered.
"It's been so long," she breathed, shaking with need for a moment before she managed to get ahold of herself.
"Harry's going to destroy her," Rias thought to herself. "Harry will take care of you, I promise."
"Thank you, Rias," Apolline shuddered, sitting down. "Maybe come back in five hours?"
"That works," Rias nodded. "I'll see you then. Say goodbye to Sebastian for me?"
"I will," Apolline nodded, watching as the devil disappeared in a magic circle.
She rubbed her thighs together and whimpered, hornier than she'd been since her days in Beauxbatons.
"Maman would have scolded me for letting it get this bad," she thought to herself, shaking her head as she tried to picture what the old Veela would have said.
Her mother had been a more old-fashioned sort among their kind, coming from a tradition that saw men more as tools than anything else. Celeste Dubois would have scoffed at the idea of a Veela letting her needs get this bad out of love for one and would have taken pleasure in pointing out that she ended up giving in in the end anyway. Apolline shook her head and stood up, trying not to dwell on how ruined her panties had become from just one heated look as she walked to their bedroom. The floo port in the living room still hadn't been set up, and so they were stuck using the one in the master bedroom, something that she thought was ridiculous.
"In the absence of emotion there is peace," Sebastian murmured to himself, still sitting on the floor following his call to the clinic.
"I hope all of this nonsense ends up fixing him," she thought to herself, listening as he slowly repeated that line again and again, slipping into a trance.
She'd been thrilled when the two of them first met with Healer Yamamoto and heard the man explain the success he'd had in treating patients suffering from the lasting effects of dark magic. When so many others just turned them away, saying that there was nothing more that they could do, hearing anyone say so earnestly that they thought they could help had been wonderful. His methods, though, had left her less than impressed.
"Surely it can't be as simple as just letting go of everything, can it?" she'd wondered more than once. "I'm just being a bitch. He's learning to accept what's happened as I've been growing more and more miserable because of the lack of sex. After tonight, I'll be able to think more clearly."
"In the absence of emotion there is peace," Sebastian repeated, and she turned around, softly padding away from their room.
"I just hope he doesn't lose who he is trying to fix himself," she thought to herself, looking at her husband one last time before heading back to the kitchen to check on the stew.
"A fallen angel?" Rias asked, sitting down at her kitchen table. "Are you sure?"
"It might be nothing, but for a moment I swore I felt something that reminded me of...him," Akeno replied. "It wasn't him; I know that. He...wouldn't dare come here, but…"
"But another of them could have," Rias muttered.
"It's also possible that I'm wrong," Akeno replied. "It was a momentary blip, something that came and went so quickly, I almost missed it entirely, and I can't guarantee that I wasn't simply confused for a moment."
"Did you sleep well last night?" Rias asked.
"Despite Harry's best efforts?" Akeno grinned. "Yes. I don't know what I felt, Rias, but I knew you'd want to know even if it did turn out to be nothing."
"I'll alert the others and tell them not to go anywhere on their own for the next couple days," Rias said. "We can't be too careful here, especially with us having so many newly turned devils."
"What's wrong?" Harry asked, walking in with Fleur in tow.
"Possibly nothing," Rias replied. "Akeno thought she felt something that reminded her of the Fallen near the school today."
"A fallen angel?" Fleur asked.
"Here?" Harry asked.
"We don't know," Akeno replied. "It disappeared so quickly and so completely that I didn't even bother trying to fly around to look, plus, someone summoned me not long after."
"Have you seen angels in this town before?" Fleur asked.
"No," Rias replied. "Sona and I both call this town home, and coming after either of us would restart the Great War, something neither other faction has seemed to want since we first entered this more relaxed phase of our conflict centuries ago."
"Yeah, I can't imagine how ballistic Lady Serafall and your brother would go if anything ever happened to you two," Harry muttered.
"It wouldn't be pretty," Akeno said. "Like I said, it's entirely possible that what I felt was nothing at all, but we should all be on guard for the next few days just to be safe."
"How did your flyer distribution go?" Rias asked.
"Quite well," Fleur beamed. "I had three dozen people make immediate requests of me."
"Five of which actually weren't 'show me your tits and you can have my soul,'" Harry chuckled, earning himself a flat look.
"Five is more than you got, mon amour," Fleur teased.
"I got three immediate offers, all of which I advised them to consider carefully," Harry replied.
"That's generally for the best," Rias replied. "What you really want is to end up with a host of people who make recurring contracts with you, and the ones who really think through what they want and what they're willing to pay for it are generally more likely to end up like that."
"I got a contract!" Luna exclaimed as she walked in.
"Or, you can just say 'fuck it' and just take everything that comes your way," Akeno chuckled.
"That's wonderful, Luna," Rias beamed, cocking an eyebrow at Hermione, who looked like she'd been shaking her head and chuckling to herself the entire way home. "What was it?"
"I met a nice man who was seeking new ideas and gave him a few," Luna replied.
"Hmm?" Rias asked.
"He was a manga writer who…" Hermione went to explain.
"Mangaka," Rias corrected her.
"Mangaka who was seeking inspiration for a new series of stories but had ended up with a bad case of writer's block," Hermione continued.
"He asked me if I could give him inspiration, and over tea, I told him all about mine and Daddy's adventures looking for creatures like the crumple-horned snorkack," Luna beamed, earning a look of concern from Harry.
"Because those creatures aren't accepted by the magical community, that doesn't qualify as a violation of the statute of secrecy," Hermione said, not needing to read his mind to know what he was thinking. "It also wouldn't really matter if it did, given everything."
"By the end of the conversation, he had this whole story planned about a father and his young daughter exploring the world searching for what he called cryptids," Luna smiled. "He's promised me a signed copy of every issue as payment."
"Charge a little more next time, but well done," Rias smiled. "How did you find it, Hermione?"
"It was a great opportunity to get to know the people of the town a little better," Hermione replied. "I got a couple people who sounded interested, but that was it."
"That's fine," Rias smiled. "I've decided that you'll all shadow us tomorrow instead of today."
"Did something happen?" Luna asked.
"Hey, Akeno, we swept through the town and didn't see any sign of angels," Kiba announced as he walked in with Koneko.
"I'm sorry there are angels here now?" Sirius asked, yawning as he walked down the stairs. "You take one nap…"
"Dark One, should I have the minions search the town?" Gnarl asked, walking upstairs from the basement, having finished checking on the minion hives.
Hermione cocked an eyebrow at Rias, who sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.
"We don't know," she replied. "Akeno will explain, but the long and the short of it is that we don't have any reason yet to think that there might be any angels about, but we're going to act for the next few days like it's a distinct possibility, and I don't want any of you wandering around alone out there."
"You seem rather worried about something you also don't think is true," Sirius pointed out.
"It's probably nothing, and I'll likely feel silly in a few days about worrying us at all," Akeno replied.
"There are few figures among the fallen angels crazy enough to try to pick the sort of fight they would be if they came after me, and none of them are beings we ever want to meet," Rias replied, "so we're going to take some precautions for a few days, and if we don't come across anything else, then we'll relax and forget this happened."
"Understood," Harry nodded. "How did your meeting with Apolline and Sebastian go?"
"It...oh, we should actually get going," Rias replied, checking the time. "Fleur?"
"Actually, just give me a second to change, and we can head right over," Fleur said, flying up the stairs.
"I've got work to finish up," Koneko murmured.
"Same," Kiba said.
"I want to check on the minions. Do you want to come with me, Gnarl?" Hermione asked.
"Absolutely, Dark One," Gnarl tittered.
"I'll come along too," Luna said. "I want to check out the next couple volumes in this series I've been reading."
"Don't tell Grayfia that we thought there might be a fallen angel around," Rias commanded. "She'd tell Sirzechs, and the last thing I want to do is bother him over nothing if it turns out that there aren't any here."
"Okay," Luna nodded as she teleported to the Underworld with Hermione and Gnarl.
"Keep an eye on things here while I'm away," Rias murmured to Akeno, who nodded.
"Do you want me to call Sona and let her know?" she asked.
"That would be a good idea, yes," Rias replied.
"So Fleur's actually on board with you...helping her mum?" Sirius asked, and Harry almost laughed at the look of awe on his face.
"There are a number of reasons why it makes sense," he replied.
"Blimey," Sirius replied. "Poor Sebastian."
"Tell me about it," Harry muttered. "I feel bad, but, like I say, it's necessary."
"Not exactly going to be torture either," Sirius murmured. "If you want advice about older women, I'd be more than happy to give it. I had my share of cougars back in the day, one of whom could actually turn into one, which…"
"Isn't something I need to think about, thanks," Harry chuckled. "I'm good, trust me."
"Harry, if you're free tomorrow or any day soon, really, I think I'm ready to...ready to speak to James," Sirius said, and he nodded.
"As soon as I have some free time," Harry promised, earning a grateful smile from his godfather.
"Thank you," Sirius replied. "I'd have done it sooner, but...to be honest, it's taken me this long to work up the courage. Some Gryffindor."
"He's already forgiven you, Sirius," Harry sighed, and Sirius smiled sadly.
"That's the problem," he said. "If he was going to yell at me for being such an idiot, I'd be able to take that, but I know he's going to forgive me, and I wasn't sure I was ready to hear that."
"Are you though?" Harry asked.
"I need to speak to him," Sirius sighed. "I didn't get a chance to say goodbye, and I...I'd like that."
"Tomorrow," Harry nodded.
"'Arry?" Fleur called out as she flew down the steps, wearing a gorgeous blue gown that clung to her like a second skin. "Rias?"
"Let's get going," Rias smiled, looking Fleur up and down. "Very nice."
"Thank you," Fleur grinned.
"Later, Sirius," Harry said as he joined them.
As the three of them disappeared in a large magic circle, Sirius chuckled, shaking his head, and poured himself a glass of this lovely Japanese whiskey he'd picked up the other day. It didn't burn in quite the same way as firewhiskey, but it was smooth as silk, and with a drop or two of water, tasted of vanilla, orange, and honey.
"He's off to have a foursome with his wife, their girlfriend, and their girlfriend's mum," he murmured to himself, shaking his head in amusement. Looking up at the darkening sky through the window, he toasted it and said, "I'm sure you're as proud of him as I am, mate."
He sipped the whiskey and took a long, slow breath, trying once more to convince himself that he was ready to have his long-overdue conversation with his dead best friend.
"Mmm, something smells wonderful," Harry murmured as they appeared in the foyer of the sizeable house the Delacours had bought and moved into.
"Maman's beef bourguignon," Fleur said, looking around. "Maman! Are you here?"
"Fleur, I...oh!" Apolline gasped, staring at Harry the moment she laid eyes on him.
"Fuck," Harry mumbled under his breath, his eye raking over her body.
Veela tended to age well, so despite being in her mid-thirties at that point, Apolline looked at least a decade younger than she was, and as she stood there, dressed in nothing but a white lace teddy, she looked amazing. She was slightly shorter than Fleur, and while her body was very similar to her daughter's, her curves were actually far more pronounced. Her breasts were large and full, comparable to Rias' or even Akeno's, her hips were wide, her thighs deliciously thick, and her waist, while not quite as narrow as Fleur's, still gave her a gorgeous hourglass figure. Her face was as beautiful as one would have expected, her cheekbones prominent, her lips full and pouty, and her nose delicate and just slightly upturned. All of this Harry took in, and yet none of it was what truly drew his attention as the moment he looked into her eyes, the inky blackness of them was all he could see.
"'Arry," she said, her shuddering voice making the word feel like a prayer. "You...you're…"
"Magnifique, is he not?" Fleur purred, the lust rolling off of her mother in waves bringing out her most basic instincts. She'd never been around a Veela this overcome by arousal before, and as she stared at Harry like he was the most beautiful thing in the world, the desire to show off her mate and bask in the older woman's desire and envy was so intoxicating, it drove her lingering concern about what this was going to mean for her parents' marriage from her mind. "As an incubus, the more 'Arry feeds on the women he takes to bed, the more impressive he becomes, and the others and I have kept him very, very well-fed."
Apolline stared at him hungrily, not even thinking to blink until her eyes grew so dry that they hurt. He wasn't just handsome; he was beautiful, a specimen of man the likes of which she'd never seen before. Her lingering reluctance, which had withered more and more as her terrible lusts grew too great to handle, vanished like dew under the summer sun, and in that moment, she knew only one thing: she needed to feel this man inside her more than she needed air.
"I had no idea it had gotten this bad," Harry murmured, watching Apolline tremble and quiver with each step as she approached him. "I had no idea that it could."
As an incubus he was uniquely able to feel the lusts and desires of those around him, but even if he'd still been human, he was sure he would have felt Apolline. Even under the effects of the master-servant pact's curse, none of his lovers had ever felt quite this desperately aroused. The desire rolling off of her in waves felt intoxicating, making his entire body tingle and his cock throb painfully in his pants. He'd thought that she was unleashing her allure at first, but it turned out that she was too distracted to think of that, and when she let it loose a moment later, it made him gasp.
"You'll...help me, won't you?" Apolline asked, reaching up and cupping his cheek. "I...need this so badly, 'Arry. Say you'll help me, say you'll fuck me as I so desperately need to be…"
He cut her off with a kiss, and the moment she felt his lips on hers, she plunged her tongue into his mouth. Melting into his embrace, she moaned throatily as he deepened the kiss, pressing herself against him as much as she possibly could. She had never known such wanton need, such all-consuming lust in her life, and she cried out in pleasure when he pushed her against the wall, trapping her between it and his large, strong form.
"She wasn't this bad earlier," Rias whimpered, the older Veela's allure making her soaking wet in seconds.
"She was," Fleur replied. "She was just hiding it. Maman's been hoping against hope that it wouldn't come to this for weeks. If I had ever let myself get as bad as she has, she'd have tanned my hide for being so stupid."
"Fuck me!" Apolline cried, grinding her overflowing sex against his length through his pants. "I need it! Need it, need it, nee…"
Harry kissed her again, his hands roaming over her gorgeous body, and he shuddered at just how hot she felt. She felt feverish, her overheated form already slick with sweat, but while there was clearly something ailing her terribly, she wasn't at all sick. With a wave of his hand, he undressed her, making the teddy she was wearing reappear on the table next to them, and he grinned when just cupping her breasts made her cry out sharply.
"Fucking hells, you're beautiful," he groaned, his eyes roaming down along her body.
Her breasts were still remarkably firm for their size, considering her age and her pregnancies, a gift of her succubus heritage, he imagined. Her nipples were slightly larger than Fleur's, the same rosy shade of pink, and as he ghosted his thumbs over them, her knees buckled.
"Please," Apolline whimpered, grabbing one of his hands and placing it on her soft belly. "Touch me, fuck me, break me if it's what it takes, just make this stop."
"He will, Maman," Fleur purred, embracing Harry from behind and looked, down at her mother's pussy. "Look how wet she is, mon amour."
"She's dripping down her thighs," Rias grinned, joining them, "and she smells so good. I think you should have a taste."
Apolline shuddered, feeling like the slightest touch could make her cum just then, and Harry grinned devilishly at her, asking, "Is that what you want, Apolline? Do you want me to find out just how much you taste like Fleur?"
"Do it!" Apolline exclaimed. "If you don't, I'll go mad!"
"Uh, Harry?" Rias asked, noticing the downy white feathers appearing on Apolline's arms.
"Poor Maman," Fleur cooed. "Show her what you can, 'Arry."
"Happily," Harry grinned, leaning down and capturing one of her rock-hard nipples with his lips.
Apolline screamed, nearly slipping as her knees buckled again, but Harry held her up, his large hands gripping her waist, and she gasped at how strong he felt. He worshiped her breasts, driving her wild, and her moans became more and more like avian shrieks. The feathers on her arms grew thicker and thicker, slowly turning a mix of yellow, orange, and red, and her eyes, already dark with lust, became a uniform black.
The world around her disappeared, her new home, the devil heiress she'd all but begged for this and even her own daughter ceased to exist in her eyes. All that existed was the man currently tormenting her, and she lashed out with her allure, wanting nothing more than for him to impale her. His clothes vanished, a little accidental magic on her part, and she squirmed against the wall at the sight of the long, frighteningly thick pillar of hard flesh jutting out of his groin. His cock was something she'd not been able to get out of her mind since she laid eyes on it weeks ago and having it so temptingly close yet not buried inside her was all the more maddening. She tried to move, wanting to push him back and sink down onto his magnificent shaft, but she found she couldn't.
"Oh, no, no," Fleur grinned, holding her in place by sheer force of will. "You should have come to me about this weeks ago instead of letting it get this bad, Maman. If I had done something this foolish, you'd have spanked me raw once you finished fucking my brains out. If 'Arry here wants to draw this out a little longer, then you will let him take his time."
An enraged shriek escaped her sharp mouth, her fiery glare almost palpably angry as she raged impotently at her daughter, and the red-haired devil next to her laughed.
"You two sound so much alike in this state," she declared, "but then, you're quite similar in so many ways, as it turns out."
"I'm sorry for torturing you like this, but your tits are too incredible not to enjoy," Harry murmured.
"Did you enjoy them, mon amour?" Fleur cooed, reaching down and wrapping a hand around his throbbing length. "Did you enjoy sucking on the nipples I suckled from a baby?"
"Fuck, Fleur," Harry groaned, and she giggled as Apolline continued to struggle against her hold.
"After you've helped my poor Maman," Fleur replied. "Kiss your way down along the belly Gabby and I softened, and feast on the pussy we came out of. We both know you want to."
"I do," Harry grinned, looking up into Apolline's inky black eyes and grinning at how absolute her desire felt. "And I think I've teased her enough."
The older Veela squirmed and moaned as he started kissing a trail down along her belly, his lips burning like the sweetest fire every time they touched her. He spread her legs, his fingers digging into her fleshy thighs, and when he breathed on her slick, pink nether lips, she swore that alone nearly made her cum.
"Please, please, please, please," she chanted, tears streaming down her face as months of frustration caught up with her, pushing her to her boiling point.
She was as proud as any Veela and hadn't begged for anything since she was a child, but she begged there, and when she felt his long, dexterous tongue brush over her fleshy folds, she shrieked. One lick was enough to push her over the edge, and she sobbed as she came so hard she squirted. Harry wasn't even slightly phased, having experienced this countless times, and he groaned in pleasure as he continued to lap at her slick sex. She tasted so much like Fleur, being just slightly tangier, and he found her utterly intoxicating. His fingers dug into the flesh of her ass as he held her in place, and his forked tongue danced through her folds, exploring every bit of her. He hadn't even needed to touch her clit to make her cum the first time, something he kept in mind as he waited for her to come down from her titanic climax.
"Oh...oh...ah," Apolline panted, her eyes glassy and unfocused as she looked down at the man kneeling between her legs.
Her feathers started to pull back; the orgasm she'd had being enough to help her tortured mind gain a little clarity, and just as she was about to thank him, she saw his tongue reach towards her clit and realized just a second before he touched it that its tip looked split. He captured her still-throbbing nub between the halves of his forked tongue and massaged it in a way that he'd practiced numerous times with the others over the past week.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, YES!" Apolline wailed, cumming again, and Fleur smiled at the sight.
"As much as I wish it hadn't come to this, I'm glad she's getting what she needs," she sighed.
"Do you want to take this upstairs?" Rias asked, watching the older woman writhe against the wall and smirking when she saw Harry push his magical tongue inside her spasming tunnel.
Pressing the tips against her g-spot, he hissed, "Cum for me, Apolline. Lose yourself in my touch."
"MON DIEU!" Apolline squealed, cumming harder than she ever had in her life at that.
The three devils all winced in pain at her words, but Harry didn't relent even slightly, continuing to speak Parseltongue directly against the rough little patch inside her. Apolline convulsed against him, her legs going limp as orgasm after soul-searing orgasm thundered through her entire body. Harry reached out with his magic and moved her thighs onto his shoulders as he continued to hold her up by her arse, smiling as he felt them squeeze around him.
"I didn't know if she'd want to," Fleur replied. "My bed isn't big enough for all of us, and I wasn't sure if she'd want to do this on the bed she shares with Papa."
"He...said it's...okay," Apolline panted, her every word sounding weak and whimpered as Harry finally relented.
He looked up at her and smiled as he saw her irises were showing again, the sparkling sapphire color a welcome sign that he'd already done much to help her.
"Feeling better?" he asked, kissing her left thigh as he gazed into her eyes.
"Feel like...I'm floating," Apolline panted, gasping when he effortlessly moved her from his shoulders to his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her bridal-style, shuddering and saying, "You're so strong, 'Arry."
"You're so light that I wouldn't be surprised to learn you Veela actually do have hollow bones," Harry replied, and she laughed, feeling lighter than she had in months.
"I never truly lost every pound I gained carrying Fleur and Gabrielle, 'Arry," Apolline purred, smiling as she stared into his gorgeous eyes, "but you are very sweet to compliment me so."
"Please," Rias scoffed, cupping her cheek and gazing into her eyes. "You're a vision, Apolline, every bit as beautiful as Fleur here, and I am deeply looking forward to feasting on you once Harry's finished fucking you senseless."
"You know as well as I that they're telling the truth, Maman," Fleur grinned. "You can feel their lust for you as I can. None of us are going to rest tonight until your every need has been thoroughly seen to."
As Apolline basked in their desire and adoration, she realized just how much she'd missed that. Sebastian's injuries from the curse hadn't just robbed him of his physical abilities but seemed to rob him of his sex drive altogether. That was arguably worse than the lack of sex itself since as it meant that he wasn't capable of desiring her at all, something that, as a Veela, she couldn't help but feel. It had only added to her sexual frustration, and feeling so much genuine lust and desire directed at her then made her soul sing in ways it hadn't for ages.
"I'm afraid my legs are already a little numb, but if you could carry me upstairs, Fleur can show you the way," Apolline smiled, cupping Harry's cheek.
"This way," Fleur whispered, flying up the stairs.
Rias flew after her, and he quickly followed, carrying Apolline to her bedroom.
"Sebastian is spending the entire night at the Taiyo clinic, so we don't need to rush anything," Apolline said as he set her down on the bed.
"I'm sorry it came to this," Harry said softly, and she smiled sadly.
"Thank you," she murmured. "I tried to put it off for as long as I could stand to, but...his recovery could take years, if he even will ever…"
"Try not to think about that now," Fleur whispered, not trusting her voice as she grew emotional. Brushing the back of her fingers over her mother's cheek, she murmured, "Papa loves you enough to allow this, knowing that you need it."
"And I love Fleur," Harry said. "I would never let someone she cares for so deeply suffer, even if I wasn't going to enjoy the 'cure' so much."
"Such a man," Apolline chuckled, looking down at his aching, weeping cock and licking her lips. "Truly, such a man."
"You're going to love this, Maman," Fleur purred. "In fact, Arry, I think you should reveal yourself."
"He's rather revealed as it...oh, wow," Apolline breathed as he undid the magic of the cloak and revealed his horns and wings.
"These are so much fun to hold onto as you ride him," Fleur grinned, palming one of his large, curved horns.
"These are the signs that you're an incubus and not just an ordinary devil?" Apolline asked.
"This is, more than anything," Rias replied, wrapping her hand around his tail and showing off the heart-shaped tip of it.
"Fuck me, 'Arry," Apolline breathed, staring down at his heavy shaft and spreading her legs further. "I've wanted to know what you'd feel like inside me since Fleur showed you off all those weeks ago."
"That wasn't my intention at the time," Fleur felt the need to say. "Back then, I just hoped it would help you understand part of why I was so taken with him."
"Did becoming an incubus make you this big?" Apolline asked, squeaking when he brushed her clit with his bulbous head.
"It made me a little bigger but not much," Harry replied.
"He was already massive when I first fucked him," Rias grinned. "Needless to say, I was pretty immediately hooked."
"I hope I don't end up completely hooked," Apolline thought to herself, her body going taut as he continued to tease her slick folds with his thick head. "I need him, though, more than I've needed almost anything in my life. No more than once a week, though. That would be enough to keep me sated and sane. Any more than that and it...would be an indulgence."
She shivered at the thought, already well aware that the next few hours were going to be some of the most intense of her life. Fleur had gushed multiple times in her letters over the last year about what a god Harry was in bed, and that was before he became an actual sex demon. With one last mental apology to her husband, she looked the young incubus in the eye and nodded. She was about to ask him again to fuck her when he pushed forward and her world turned to bliss.
"Fuck!" she cried, throwing her head back as she felt her inner walls stretch around his invading length.
"She really looks more like your sister than your mother," Rias murmured, wrapping an arm around Fleur's waist as they watched Harry push his cock inside her. "Maybe we can consider this practice for when Gabrielle's older."
"What?" Apolline asked, crying out when he pushed forward again, stretching her out even further.
"The little harpy will desire 'Arry for all her days, you know that," Fleur replied. "She begged me to let her join our harem and I said I would if she wanted him when she was old enough."
"If you don't want me to touch her, that's okay," Harry grunted, closing his eye for a moment as he felt her sweltering tunnel cling around him. "You're so bloody tight."
"You're like a horse, 'Arry," Apolline giggled, running her hands over his broad shoulders. "Non, it's alright. If my little angel still wants you when she's old enough to be able to take you, I would be a terrible mother to deny her such pleasure as this."
"I love Veela," Rias chuckled, and Fleur grinned.
"Having learned much about Devils over the past few months, I can say Veela are actually worse in some ways," Fleur whispered in her ear. "I guess our succubus heritage just left us such horny little sluts that we couldn't help it."
"Don't forget that you do probably all descend from Aphrodite too," Rias grinned, cupping one of the blonde's large breasts and smirking when she gasped. "You all come by that very, very honestly."
"Shit!" Fleur gasped, quivering when Rias ghosted her fingers over her pink folds.
"So wet," the redhead purred. "Watching Harry make your mother scream for him turned you on that much?"
"I can...ah, fuck...see how wet your thighs are from here," Apolline said, and Fleur smirked, reaching down and cupping Rias' cunt.
"You're both gagging for it so clearly that, if I wasn't buried inside Apolline here, I'd have you two kiss while I went back and forth between you," Harry groaned. Looking over his shoulder, he met Fleur's eyes and grinned, saying, "Be a good girl and eat your master's delectable little pussy, baby,"
Fleur let out a throaty moan at that, his words making her insides clench hard with need, and just as she was about to do just that, Rias grabbed her throat and looked her in the eye.
"I have a better idea," the crimson-haired devil said. "Lie down next to your mother."
"Yes, Rias," Fleur breathed, her heart racing in anticipation of just what she had in mind.
She crawled over to where her mother was lying on her back, swaying her ass at Rias with her every movement, and she shrieked when the redhead spanked her without warning.
"She is a naughty little thing, isn't she?" Apolline grinned.
"And with such an eminently spankable ass too," Rias purred.
"Good thing for us both I love getting spanked," Fleur grinned. Looking over at her mother, she smiled, feeling the satisfaction already blooming inside her. She'd felt so on edge for so long as her unnatural lusts threatened to drive her mad that, despite everything, it still pleased her more than she could say to sense something else in her at last. Noticing that Harry's hips were flush against her arse, she leaned in and asked, "How does he feel, Maman?"
"So big," Apolline moaned, looking over at her. "I've never felt anything reach so deep inside me before, and his girth? No wonder you're willing to share him with so many."
"I love them all dearly," Fleur replied. "How could I not want them to experience such perfect ecstasy? 'Arry is...ahh!"
She cried out and looked in shock at Rias, who had flown over and pressed her own dripping slit against hers.
"Not my favorite thing in the world, but there is something to be said for feeling such warm, soft flesh against your pussy, no?" the redhead asked, and Fleur grinned, pulling her down and kissing her hungrily.
"Fuck me, 'Arry," Apolline purred. "Fuck me until I forget my own name, much less everything I want to right now."
"As Fleur and Rias both promised, I'm going to take very good care of you," Harry grinned, moving her legs up onto his shoulders and pulling most of his length from her clinging cunt.
When he plunged back in, she cried out, throwing her head back and grabbing at the sheets on either side of her. By accident, she grabbed her daughter's hand instead and looked at her, feeling her heart melt at the sheer love in her eyes.
"It's going to be okay, Maman," Fleur whispered. "No matter what, we'll make sure you're as happy and healthy as you can be."
"I...oh, fuck, right there...I love you, ma petite," Apolline moaned as she felt Harry rub against something deep inside her that felt amazing.
Fleur reached out and pressed her lips against hers softly, expressing her love and affection through the kiss, and Apolline felt her eyes grow damp. She broke the kiss a moment later, crying out in pleasure as Rias rubbed against her clit, and she cocked an eyebrow as the redhead smirked down at her.
"I just remembered that this is never quite as fun as it looks," Rias murmured, pulling back. "Of course, there are...other things we can do."
With a wave of her hand, she summoned one of the replicas of Harry's cock that they kept at home and the leather harness she liked attaching it to.
"I did wonder if you girls used strap-ons when Harry was otherwise engaged," Apolline murmured, looking at the large, heavy glass dildo and shivering.
"For now, I have only one cock, alas, so they have to make do sometimes," Harry chuckled, looking over at Fleur as Rias pushed the entire thing inside her in one long thrust, making her eyes roll back as she moaned loudly.
"For now?" Apolline asked.
"Apparently, I'll eventually earn the ability to naturally transform my tail into one too," Harry replied. "I can't yet, though."
"One of the many mysteries of him being an incubus," Rias grinned, grabbing Fleur's ankles and moving them up until she was in the same position as her mother. "My darling husband, shall we see who can make their Veela squeal first?"
"I'm game if you are," Harry rumbled.
Fleur and Apolline both cried out as the two devils fucked them with long, hard strokes, quickly working their way up to a rough pace. They looked at each other, still holding hands, and Fleur gave her mother a smile that made her heart melt. The past year had been so terrible in so many ways, but as she lay there, hand in hand with her loving daughter as the married couple they'd taken to bed fucked them harder and faster, the sheer love and affection she felt from her was like a balm for her soul. By the time the three of them left the next morning, Apolline would feel relaxed and at peace in a way she hadn't in ages, and when Sebastian returned, looking and sounding serene after his night of meditation, she wondered if they might just make it past all this after all.
"Is this your first time in Tokyo?" the woman at the desk asked, looking up at the strangely dressed blonde as she finished stamping her passport. "It's Miss...Argento?"
"That's me," Asia smiled, covering her mouth as she yawned while pocketing it. "Sorry about that. Yes, it is my first time here. My first time in Japan, actually."
"Well, welcome to Japan," the woman smiled. "Your accent isn't too bad."
"I'm hoping to work on it while I'm here," Asia said. Looking around to make sure that there weren't too many people she'd be inconveniencing and smiling when she saw that there was barely anyone left behind her, she turned back and asked, "I know it isn't your job, but would you mind terribly if I asked for direction?"
"It's the middle of the night, and I'm honestly bored," the woman chuckled. "Where were you hoping to get to?"
"The town of Kuoh," Asia replied. "It's supposed to be in the Kanagawa Prefecture, but I couldn't for the life of me find it in my map here."
"Give it here," the woman said. As Asia unfolded the map and handed it to her, she murmured, "I've actually driven through the town before; it's on the coast...here."
"Oh, God bless you," Asia sighed, laughing lightly as she saw where the woman was pointing. "I thought it was further inland."
"No, right there," the woman said. "Enjoy your stay in Japan, Miss."
"Asia, please, and thank you so much," Asia replied. "I hope that I will."
She grabbed her small bag, and as she made her way through the airport, she frowned at the thought of just how desperate that hope was. After the year she'd had, she'd needed a fresh start, and when her new friends suggested Japan, she'd been reluctant, but that very night she had a dream about a church surrounded by cherry blossom trees and took it as a sign from the lord.
"Please, God, let things be different here," she prayed silently, completely unaware of just how much that prayer was going to come true.