This chapter has an R-18 scene.
Chapter 19:
– Harry –
I stood there quietly, staring down at Narcissa as she lay perfectly still on the cold stone bench in the empty courtyard. Beneath her fitted robes, her ample chest slowly rose and fell with each steady breath. Right now, she was in the middle of her transformation—fully transitioning from being a mortal witch into a devil.
Soon she'd officially become the second member of my peerage. Earlier today I'd already transformed Hermione, my girlfriend, into my first bishop. Honestly, I hadn't expected to gain another peerage member so quickly, but life had a funny way of surprising me lately.
The moon was already high overhead. I glanced upward briefly, wondering for a second what exactly my mother, Serafall, had ended up doing with Professor Lupin after effortlessly subduing his rampaging werewolf form. Knowing Mum, she'd probably given him more dragon steak and belly rubs until he finally passed out like a contented puppy.
Shaking my head lightly, I turned my attention back down to Narcissa. Whatever Mum was doing wasn't nearly as important as what was happening right here, right now.
Suddenly, the quiet night was broken by the distinct sound of footsteps approaching rapidly across the stone walkway. I turned around, instantly recognizing the group heading toward me—Hermione, Sona, Lyra, and Lyna.
They all stopped a few feet away, staring curiously at Narcissa's sleeping form stretched out on the stone bench. Lyra and Lyna exchanged delighted looks before turning to me with teasing grins.
"Congratulations, Master Harry!" Lyra said excitedly, clapping her hands together in obvious delight.
"Another peerage member already?" Lyna chimed in eagerly, her eyes twinkling suggestively as they drifted appreciatively over Narcissa's voluptuous figure. "We're very impressed!"
Then they both leaned forward slightly, smiling sweetly yet seductively at me as Lyra asked with a playful pout, "When exactly will we get the honor of becoming official members of your peerage too, Master?"
I hesitated for a moment, my mind still processing their words, when Hermione suddenly stepped closer. My girlfriend looked curious and slightly confused, her gaze fixed intently upon Narcissa's sleeping form. "Harry?" she asked cautiously, arching an eyebrow at me. "Who is this exactly?"
I cleared my throat awkwardly, feeling the slight tension in the air. "Um, her name is Narcissa," I finally said, rubbing the back of my head sheepishly. "And, well…she's my other bishop now."
Hermione's eyes widened sharply, flicking from me to the mature blonde beauty resting peacefully on the bench.
Sona tilted her head slightly, raising an eyebrow at me but remaining silent. Meanwhile, Lyra and Lyna exchanged delighted looks once more, clearly excited at this unexpected new addition.
"Narcissa?" Hermione repeated softly, thoughtfully. "I don't think I've heard that name before? Where did she come from? She's obviously too mature to be a student? Did you poach a member of the staff from Beauxbatons?"
Sona then spoke up, stepping slightly closer with her usual composed expression. "Harry, it's obviously not my place to tell you how you should acquire the members of your peerage. But, judging by the fact that you've never once mentioned this woman to any of us, I have to assume you haven't known her for very long at all."
Of course, my beautiful and intelligent Aunt Sona would have immediately picked up on that detail. I awkwardly scratched the back of my head, suddenly feeling every pair of female eyes locked curiously onto me.
"Well…" I started hesitantly, "the truth is, I actually just met Narcissa a couple of hours ago."
Hermione blinked, looking baffled, while Sona raised a skeptical eyebrow. Lyra and Lyna leaned in closer, exchanging excited, knowing grins.
"I don't know," I continued quickly, trying not to fidget under their scrutiny. "We just, um, kind of clicked, I guess? She was really upset and in a bad place. I offered to help her out of it, and one thing led to another."
Lyra and Lyna both gave soft squeals of delight at my explanation, hugging my arms tightly from each side. I felt the gentle, distracting pressure of their full, soft bodies pressed firmly against me as they cuddled close.
"Oh, Master Harry," Lyra purred sweetly, rubbing her cheek affectionately against my shoulder. "You're always so kind-hearted and noble!"
"Yes!" Lyna chimed in happily, squeezing my arm closer into her ample chest. "Our young Master is truly generous!"
Hermione rolled her eyes dramatically at their overly affectionate display, stepping closer herself. She fixed me with an adorable pout and a cute, mock glare. "Harry Sitri," she said firmly, crossing her arms under her chest, unintentionally accentuating her newly enhanced figure beneath her robes. "You're obviously hiding some important details here."
"No doubt about that," Sona agreed, giving a soft sigh and adjusting her glasses. Her vivid pink eyes met mine intently beneath the reflective lenses, clearly telling me she knew I was holding something back. "Harry, tell us the truth now—who exactly is this Narcissa woman?"
I hesitated again, feeling a tiny drop of nervous sweat forming at my temple. I glanced carefully between Sona and Hermione. "Do you two promise not to get mad?" I asked cautiously.
Hermione's expression immediately softened. She took a step closer and placed a reassuring hand gently on my chest. "Harry, I could never really be mad at you," she said honestly, giving me a soft, loving smile. "Just be honest."
I gave Hermione a grateful nod before turning nervously toward Sona. She simply raised an amused eyebrow, a small smirk twitching at the corner of her lips. "I promise nothing," she said in a surprisingly playful tone.
I took a deep breath, preparing myself mentally. Then, deciding to rip the bandage off quickly, I blurted out, "Her name is Narcissa Malfoy. She's Draco Malfoy's mom."
For a brief, silent moment, time seemed to freeze entirely.
Hermione's face completely blanked—her eyes wide and mouth slightly parted. She stood there utterly frozen, seemingly unable to fully process what she'd just heard.
Lyra and Lyna instantly tensed beside me, their arms still tightly wrapped around my own. Their bright, playful expressions had suddenly turned guarded, eyes widening slightly as they absorbed my shocking revelation.
And Sona opened her mouth slightly in stunned disbelief. She quickly closed it again, blinked rapidly behind her glasses, and then opened her mouth once more. Before I could react further, she finally blurted out something I never expected to hear from her dignified lips.
"WHAT THE FUCK, HARRY?!"
– Narcissa –
Narcissa slowly fluttered her eyes open. She stared blankly at a ceiling she did not recognize. For a moment, panic surged through her chest.
Where was she? What was going on?
She quickly sat upright, her heart beating faster. Looking around carefully, she saw that she was lying in an extremely lavish bedroom. The decorations and furnishings around her were incredibly luxurious and expensive, far grander and more opulent than even her own chambers back in Malfoy Manor.
The bed beneath her was massive and incredibly comfortable. Narcissa slowly slid off the edge, her bare feet touching the softest plush carpet she'd ever felt. As she steadied herself, she glanced around nervously. Relief washed over her when she noticed her wand placed neatly on a nearby nightstand.
She quickly stepped forward and picked it up, clutching it tightly in her delicate fingers. Immediately feeling a little calmer with her wand back in her possession, Narcissa paused to inspect herself more closely.
She ran her eyes slowly down her figure, noting that her robes were still immaculate. Clearly, nothing untoward had happened to her while she was unconscious. But how had she ended up here?
She struggled to remember what had happened. For a moment, her mind felt fuzzy, confused, but then it all came flooding back with sudden clarity. She remembered running into the young, attractive boy—Harry Sitri—in Hogwarts after discovering Draco's disgraceful behavior and her husband's twisted and vile conversation.
Her pale cheeks immediately flushed pink with embarrassment as she remembered the conversation they'd had. Narcissa couldn't believe that she had basically spilled all of her life's problems and secrets onto Harry, openly confessing her most shameful family matters to a boy who should've been her enemy.
Even if Harry Sitri was extremely handsome and charismatic…
She pursed her lips. But then she remembered something else. Harry had listened to her patiently, kindly. He'd offered her help, hadn't he? Some strange, fantastical promise to free her—to somehow change her magic so she could escape Lucius and the suffocating magical marriage contract that kept her trapped in a life of misery.
She glanced around again, suddenly nervous but hopeful. Had that actually happened? Had Harry truly done something extraordinary for her?
Narcissa turned slightly, noticing a large full-length mirror positioned elegantly against the far wall. Curiosity compelled her to slowly step closer. When she finally looked fully into her reflection, she gasped out loud.
Narcissa had always been quite vain as a proud, pureblood woman. She knew very well how beautiful she was—even after becoming a mother. But what she saw reflected in the polished mirror was even more perfect and captivating than she'd ever imagined herself.
Her skin had become utterly flawless, smooth and creamy-white with no blemish or line visible at all. Her face had subtly changed, becoming more refined and breathtakingly beautiful. Her lips had filled out slightly, looking fuller, softer, and a deeper, naturally alluring shade of red.
She stared lower, eyes widening further. Her breasts were perfectly shaped, lifted higher and more prominently beneath her robes. They appeared even larger and fuller than before, with not a hint of sagging. Hesitantly, Narcissa brought her hand up and gently cupped her chest, gasping softly at the unexpected sensitivity of her own touch.
A small, startled moan escaped her lips before she could stop it. Her cheeks instantly turned bright red again. "Since when were they ever this sensitive?" she murmured in confusion.
Unable to resist, Narcissa carefully ran her hands slowly down her body, feeling every graceful curve and soft contour beneath her robes. Every inch of her figure felt subtly yet distinctly enhanced, as though she were now the absolute pinnacle of feminine perfection.
"What exactly happened to me?" Narcissa whispered breathlessly, staring again into the mesmerizing beauty of her reflection.
…
The door to the bedroom suddenly swung open, startling Narcissa from her fascinated exploration of her new, sensitive body. Her cheeks turned bright red as she realized she'd basically been groping herself in front of the mirror, completely unaware of her surroundings. She quickly pulled her hands away from her chest and turned toward the door in embarrassment. Her heart raced slightly as she wondered who had entered so suddenly. When her eyes finally landed on the person standing in the doorway, Narcissa's breath caught in surprise.
Standing there was an incredibly beautiful woman with long, silky blonde hair and striking, piercing eyes behind a pair of stylish glasses. The woman wore an impeccably tailored female business suit that reminded Narcissa vaguely of what fashionable muggle women wore these days. But one thing was crystal clear—this woman was certainly no muggle.
Narcissa didn't understand exactly how she knew it, but she instinctively sensed an overwhelming power radiating off the woman. Her presence was so strong it felt tangible, pressing gently but unmistakably against Narcissa's senses.
Feeling awkward under the woman's silent gaze, Narcissa cleared her throat nervously and straightened her robes.
"Um… hello," Narcissa began hesitantly, still blushing slightly as she tried to maintain her dignity. "Could you please tell me who you are? And… where exactly am I? What happened to me?"
The stunning blonde woman frowned slightly, stepping gracefully into the room with elegant yet confident strides. Her high heels clicked lightly against the polished floor as she moved closer to Narcissa. "My name is Behemoth," the woman introduced herself calmly. Her voice was smooth and professional, carrying an unmistakable air of authority. "I am the Queen serving Lady Serafall Leviathan."
Narcissa blinked blankly at the unfamiliar name, tilting her head slightly in confusion. "And… who exactly is that supposed to be?" Narcissa asked carefully, feeling a bit lost.
Behemoth paused, staring at Narcissa for a long second before letting out a loud, exaggerated sigh. She lifted one perfectly manicured hand and rubbed her forehead in apparent exasperation. "Of course," Behemoth muttered dryly to herself. "You know absolutely nothing about the real world."
Narcissa frowned slightly at the other woman's blunt comment, crossing her arms defensively beneath her chest. "And what exactly is that supposed to mean?" Narcissa asked sharply, her pureblood pride stirring slightly beneath her confusion.
Behemoth raised one delicate eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by Narcissa's attempt at indignation. She adjusted her glasses calmly before meeting Narcissa's eyes with an amused yet faintly condescending expression.
"It means precisely what I said," Behemoth replied coolly. "You've spent your entire life locked inside your sheltered little wizarding world, oblivious to reality beyond it. Lady Serafall Leviathan is one of the Four Great Satans, an immensely powerful devil who rules over a portion of the Underworld. And you, Narcissa Malfoy, have just become a devil yourself. A servant to Lady Serafall's son, Harry Sitri."
Narcissa stared at Behemoth in stunned disbelief. She had heard each word clearly, but her mind struggled to comprehend what she'd just been told.
"A… devil?" she finally repeated softly. "I've become a devil?"
Behemoth gave a small, curt nod.
More memories suddenly surged back into Narcissa's mind, vivid and clear. She recalled the conversation she'd had with Harry Sitri, just before everything went dark. She saw it again clearly in her mind's eye. Harry had held some kind of chess piece. He'd looked deeply into her eyes, with that confident, charming gaze of his, and asked her if she wanted to "do something stupid" with him.
Narcissa remembered feeling confused, yet strangely excited, as Harry explained what he meant. He'd told her gently that this strange act would grant her the freedom she'd always desperately craved. But there would be a price, he'd warned her. She would have to give up her humanity in exchange.
At the time, Narcissa honestly thought Harry had been kidding. She assumed it was merely a playful fantasy—something meant to distract her from her misery and pain for a few fleeting minutes. She had agreed to his proposal more as a joke than anything serious, simply wanting to indulge in the comforting illusion of escaping her harsh reality. Even as she'd said yes, she vividly remembered imagining herself running away to a better life with a handsome, younger man who genuinely cared about her happiness. For the briefest moment, she'd allowed herself to dream—of a passionate, thrilling romance with someone who would treat her with real kindness and affection.
And now, Narcissa glanced down at her flawless skin, felt the sensitivity of her enhanced body—was it actually real?
She had escaped Lucius Malfoy. She was no longer human…?
As she thought that sentence, she heard a whoosh behind her. She turned her head to see a pair of large bat wings sticking out behind her back.
"I suppose I can no longer call myself a Pureblood," Narcissa muttered softly to herself. Oddly enough, she didn't feel as bad about that as she'd expected. After all, she'd long been willing to give up practically anything to escape Lucius's grasp.
Behemoth overheard her quiet remark and snorted loudly in amusement, causing Narcissa to glance up curiously.
"Pureblood?" Behemoth said with a mocking tone. "That's freaking hilarious, considering witches and wizards don't even know the truth about themselves."
"What exactly do you mean by that?" she asked hesitantly.
Behemoth adjusted her glasses. "Human beings, as a race, do not naturally possess magic," Behemoth began evenly. "A pure human—an actual pureblood human—is utterly incapable of using magic at all. The only reason witches and wizards exist is because somewhere in their ancestry, one of their human ancestors obviously fornicated with a magical creature."
Narcissa's eyes widened sharply at the blunt explanation. She blinked rapidly, trying to process this shocking revelation.
Behemoth continued, unfazed by her reaction. "Every wizard or witch alive today is descended, at some point, from creatures with magic. Some have devil blood in their ancestry. Others may have angels, goblins, dragons, Veela, or even the Fae. But there's one thing that you witches and wizards definitely are not," Behemoth said firmly, crossing her arms. "You are not Pureblood humans." She finished her words with another small snort of amusement.
Narcissa felt her mouth fall open slightly, utterly speechless. This knowledge effectively shattered Narcissa's entire worldview. She had grown up in the elite, proud Pureblood Black family, taught from birth about the superiority of her bloodline. Now she was suddenly confronted with the shocking truth that everything she'd learned was essentially a lie. Narcissa stood there silently, trying to imagine how her proud parents, Cygnus and Druella Black, would react if they heard this startling revelation. She pictured the look of horror and disbelief on their noble, arrogant faces, and she felt a sudden unexpected urge to laugh.
All that pride. All that arrogance. Built entirely upon ignorance.
"So what happens now?" Narcissa asked.
"Now you get to meet my king…"
– Serafall –
Serafall pouted slightly as she stared across the garden table at Narcissa Malfoy, the newest bishop in her son Harry's peerage. The platinum-haired blonde woman was undeniably stunning. Her silver hair shimmered in the Underworld sunlight. She had the sort of figure and elegance that could turn heads even in the circles of High-Class devils.
Serafall sighed inwardly, resting her chin in one delicate hand. Damn it—she had hoped to remain the only sexy MILF in Harry's life, at least for a little while longer.
They were both currently sitting outside, in the spacious backyard gardens of the Sitri clan's luxurious family manor. The entire estate sprawled magnificently across lush, perfectly trimmed lawns filled with rare flowers from across the Underworld.
A short distance away, Serafall glanced over and spotted Harry and Sona, who were both enthusiastically playing tennis with Serafall's parents, Sebastian and Selene Sitri. It was an intense and competitive match. Serafall noticed with amusement that both teams were quietly using subtle magic to cheat. She smiled to herself—if devils weren't cheating a little bit, then they simply weren't trying hard enough.
"It's truly an honor to meet you, Lady Leviathan," Narcissa said politely, pulling Serafall's attention back to her. Narcissa offered a respectful smile, clearly still nervous and a bit unsure of herself in this new world. "You're really Harry's mother?" Narcissa asked curiously, tilting her head in disbelief as her eyes traveled over Serafall's youthful appearance. "You look… so incredibly young."
Serafall smirked playfully at that. She leaned back comfortably in her chair, gracefully crossing her legs. "Oh, looks can be very deceiving when it comes to devils, Narcissa," she explained lightly. "At a minimum, even the weakest devils are estimated to live around ten thousand years. And powerful devils—such as myself or Harry—can theoretically live forever, staying young and beautiful eternally."
Narcissa's blue eyes widened in genuine shock. She sat frozen for a second, her mouth slightly open, stunned at the implications of this revelation. "That's amazing!" Narcissa finally exclaimed breathlessly, unable to hide the excitement in her voice. "So… I'll truly remain young and beautiful forever?"
Serafall regarded Narcissa thoughtfully for a moment, slowly letting her gaze drift down the blonde woman's flawless body, examining her carefully. "Oh yes, you will," Serafall said. "That is… unless I convince my darling son Harry to reverse the transformation and remove his evil piece, thus turning you human again." She leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table and clasping her hands beneath her chin, meeting Narcissa's eyes intently. "So I suppose that makes it your job now to convince me why I shouldn't do exactly that?" Serafall added with an obvious threat.
Narcissa stared at Serafall, eyes wide in shock and surprise, clearly caught completely off guard by those words. Narcissa took a deep breath, looking genuinely worried.
She slowly admitted that she still didn't fully understand everything happening around her. For all she knew, this could still be some strange, vivid dream. After all, the sky above was literally purple. Was she really sitting in the Underworld right now, talking with an actual devil? It seemed so impossible. Despite that confusion, Narcissa's expression suddenly turned very serious and desperate.
"Please," Narcissa begged softly. "I'm asking you, don't do that to me. Don't force me to go back to Lucius, especially after Harry went through the trouble of saving me." She shuddered visibly at just the thought of her husband. "For the first time in over twenty years, I don't feel the magical binding contract squeezing and controlling my magic. I've felt that pressure every single day since marrying him, and now it's finally gone. I finally feel free!"
Serafall snorted at Narcissa's words, shaking her head slightly in amusement. She looked at the other woman with a raised eyebrow and an ironic smile. "Free?" Serafall repeated dryly. "My dear Narcissa, you're definitely not free. You're now eternally bound as my son Harry's devil servant. You'll belong to him forever. Does that sound like freedom to you?"
To Serafall's surprise, Narcissa didn't even hesitate or flinch at that revelation. Instead, she straightened her back proudly, meeting Serafall's eyes without a hint of shame or regret. "I would gladly trade an eternity at the side of a kind, noble, and handsome young man like Harry Sitri over another single year trapped with Lucius Malfoy," Narcissa said firmly, without any hesitation. "I'd make that choice every single time."
Serafall paused at her words, studying Narcissa's determined face carefully. After a second, she finally allowed herself a small smile, nodding in approval. "Hmph. At least you have the right idea," Serafall admitted proudly. She leaned back in her chair again, crossing her arms beneath her ample chest, considering her next words carefully. Finally, she sighed softly, her playful tone growing more serious.
"Let me make one thing clear, Narcissa," Serafall said, her voice firm. "I love Harry-kun and So-tan. I LOVE THEM! They mean everything to me." She leaned forward again, her blue eyes intensely focused. "And because I LOVE them, I refuse to allow anything or anyone to hurt them. I won't let trouble find my family if I can possibly help it!"
"Oh…" Narcissa's blue eyes widened slightly, realization dawning on her beautiful face. Her pale cheeks flushed pink as she clearly understood the implication of Serafall's words. Or, at least, she would in the future.
Serafall noticed the blush and smirked inwardly. She continued firmly. "Right now, Narcissa, you're an inconvenience to Harry. A complication that he's brought on himself because my sweet, kind-hearted son is far too nice."
Narcissa looked startled by Serafall's blunt accusation. "What exactly do you mean by that?" she asked nervously.
Serafall sighed and adjusted herself in her chair, carefully explaining the serious situation in simple terms. "You see," she began, "when someone first becomes a devil servant, their demonic power is still unstable. They need to remain near their master constantly, or else the magic that transformed them can become corrupted and uncontrollable." Serafall's expression darkened slightly as she went on. "If that happens, Narcissa, you'll become what's known as a 'Stray Devil.' A corrupted monster that we'd have no choice but to eliminate."
Narcissa paled visibly, horrified at the idea. "That doesn't sound good…"
"Do you understand the issue now?" Serafall pressed calmly. "The real problem is that you, Narcissa Malfoy, are the very recognizable ex-wife of a notorious Death Eater—one of the direct subordinates of Harry's sworn enemy, Voldemort himself. And due to this unstable period, you'll need to physically be around Harry for at least an hour each and every day, for the next few years." Serafall gave another weary sigh. "But Harry is a student at Hogwarts, as you already know. So tell me, Narcissa, exactly how are you planning to stay around him all the time without arousing suspicion? How will you avoid causing a scandal or worse?" She shook her head softly, looking sternly at the other woman. "And what do you think everyone in the wizarding world would say if they learned their 'Boy-Who-Lived' suddenly had the ex-wife of Lucius Malfoy following him around everywhere? Do you think they'd just ignore it?" Serafall leaned forward further, her expression completely serious now. "The very existence of devils and the peerage system itself is something we absolutely cannot afford to reveal openly to the wizarding world. At least not yet. If that secret got out prematurely, it would bring endless trouble directly onto Harry's shoulders. And I simply will not allow that." Serafall's voice finally softened slightly. "So you understand why I say you're an inconvenience, Narcissa? You weren't exactly planned. Harry saved you out of kindness and compassion. Admirable, yes—but it creates a complicated problem we now have to solve…"
Narcissa lowered her head. "I'm truly sorry for the inconvenience I caused your son. But, I swear to you, I will find a way to make this right. He saved me from that slave marriage contract. He's like the fairy tale prince I always read about in stories growing up, but never thought was real. I never thought a woman like me deserved to be rescued, especially now. I want to repay him. I don't want to inconvenience him, but I don't want to leave his side either." Narcissa said and glanced over to the tennis court towards Harry. "Please don't force me away…" she begged.
Serafall couldn't help but find herself smiling warmly at Narcissa's earnest words. She allowed the tense atmosphere she'd deliberately created to fade away, her expression becoming gentler and more affectionate.
"Of course, I'm not actually going to send you away," Serafall said softly. "You're Harry's precious peerage member now. That makes you family to us."
Narcissa blinked several times in rapid succession, clearly surprised. Her plump red lips parted slightly as she stared in confusion at Serafall.
"Wait…was all of this some sort of test?" Narcissa finally asked in disbelief.
Serafall just responded with a playful smirk, tilting her head slightly in amusement. Seeing the other woman's shocked expression was genuinely entertaining.
Narcissa's surprise quickly turned into an adorably indignant pout. She crossed her slender arms beneath her impressive breasts and gave Serafall a disapproving look.
"That was cruel, you know," Narcissa muttered quietly.
Serafall chuckled lightly, gently placing her hand on Narcissa's shoulder to comfort her. "I'm sorry about that," she said kindly, her tone sincere despite the teasing twinkle in her eyes. "But I had to be certain, you see. I had to know you'd be loyal to my precious son. I'm sure you can understand—a mother always worries."
At that, Narcissa's frown softened slightly. She lowered her gaze and sighed deeply, looking somewhat lost.
"I wish…" Narcissa began quietly, her voice filled with sadness, "I truly wish that I could be as proud of Draco as you clearly are of Harry. But sadly, Draco is dead to me now. He is no longer the son I once knew."
Serafall's playful demeanor instantly vanished upon hearing the sorrow and pain in Narcissa's voice. She reached out gently and lifted the other woman's chin, guiding her gaze upward until their eyes met directly. "I'm sincerely sorry to hear that," Serafall said, her voice gentle and understanding. She held Narcissa's gaze a moment longer, then her lips curved into a teasing smile as she leaned in slightly closer.
"But now you'll have hundreds—no, thousands—of years ahead of you to have more babies with Harry," Serafall whispered mischievously, a playful sparkle returning to her eyes. "Trust me, Narcissa, it won't take long before you completely forget about Draco or that pathetic ex-husband of yours. You'll have plenty of passionate nights and new adorable little devils running around soon enough!"
Narcissa's eyes widened dramatically, her porcelain cheeks flushing an intense shade of pink. She quickly pulled away, stuttering and embarrassed. "W-what?" Narcissa gasped in shock, bringing a hand up to her flushed cheek. "You—I—Harry is…"
Serafall burst into delighted laughter at Narcissa's reaction. She found the elegant woman's sudden flustered state absolutely adorable.
"Oh, relax," Serafall teased gently, leaning back again with a satisfied grin. "We're devils now, after all!"
– Harry –
Thankfully, I had planned out Hermione's transformation into a devil time wise, even if Narcissa's had been a spur-of-the-moment kind of decision. I made sure we did it on a Friday evening, right after classes ended. That way, Hermione would have the entire weekend to get used to her new powers and identity. It also gave Narcissa a couple of days to adjust along with her.
After spending the early part of Saturday relaxing with Aunt Sona and my grandparents—my grandparents turned out to be a very competitive couple—my family gave my peerage and I some private time to bond by ourselves.
I took the opportunity to personally introduce Hermione and Narcissa to the Underworld, their new second home. Even if we wouldn't be living here full time for years yet, maybe even decades. I wasn't in a rush to leave Earth behind just yet.
Regardless, we had two days to enjoy ourselves here before heading back to Hogwarts. Part of me did feel a bit guilty leaving Fleur and Gabrielle behind at Hogwarts. But their mother, Apolline, had arrived to spend time with them after the First Task, so they were busy having their own family bonding anyway.
I led Hermione and Narcissa through the streets of Lilith, the grand capital city of the Underworld.
In the distance, I could see the palace of the Four Great Maou. Technically, that was supposed to be the official residence for them, though none of the Four Satans actually chose to live there permanently. Mum said that it was mostly just for appearances or official events.
Hermione eagerly took in every single detail of this magical city around us, pausing often to stare. "So this is the capital city of devils?" Hermione asked softly, looking around in awe. "This is Lilith, right?"
"Yes," I replied. "This is Lilith. It's basically the center of devil society. Think of it as our magical version of London, but bigger and a lot cleaner. Probably less crime too, because the Maou's don't mess around when it comes to security."
Hermione giggled softly at my explanation and moved a little closer, gently slipping her hand into mine. I smiled down at her, squeezing her fingers gently.
Glancing over, I saw Narcissa eyeing Hermione's gesture with mild surprise. Narcissa was clearly unsure how to interact with the two of us yet. Probably because she was twice as old as us as well. Although in Devil society, age didn't really matter that much.
I glanced over at Narcissa and saw the uncertainty in her eyes. I reached out with my free hand and gently took hers in mine. Her hand was soft, very soft. Narcissa glanced down in surprise at the contact, a faint blush spreading across her cheeks. But she didn't pull away from my grip. Instead, after a hesitant pause, she let her fingers carefully lace themselves through mine.
Next to me, Hermione let out a resigned little sigh. She squeezed my other hand lightly and shook her head, a small smile on her pretty lips. "My boyfriend, the devilish playboy," she said with affectionate teasing. Then, she leaned closer and pressed a soft, gentle kiss against my cheek, making sure Narcissa saw it clearly.
Narcissa watched Hermione with wide eyes, looking unsure and slightly nervous. She seemed conflicted and chewed lightly on her lower lip as we continued walking through the bustling streets of Lilith. Finally, she took a deep breath and quietly spoke up. "Should I… should I do that as well?" Narcissa asked softly, her voice surprisingly shy.
"Narcissa, I'm honestly not trying to rush you into anything you're not comfortable with," I said truthfully. "Just because you're a member of my peerage doesn't mean you're obligated to become my lover or anything like that."
She met my eyes again and nodded slowly. I noticed a hint of relief in her expression. Still, if I was being perfectly honest with myself, I wouldn't mind getting to know Narcissa better—much better.
Not just because the look on Draco's face would be utterly priceless when he inevitably found out I was shagging his mother, although that was certainly a bonus.
But genuinely, Narcissa herself intrigued me. She was refined, beautiful, and graceful—truly the epitome of what I'd consider a high-class noble woman.
Just as I was lost in thought about that, Narcissa suddenly surprised me by leaning in closer. Her platinum-blonde hair brushed against my cheek as she gently kissed my other cheek, just as Hermione had done moments earlier. Her lips were soft and warm, lingering just a second longer than Hermione's kiss had. My heart skipped a beat.
She pulled back slowly, meeting my gaze with a determined blush.
"Well," Narcissa said softly, her voice taking on a confident yet playful tone. "I've already taken a "reckless and stupid" plunge with youl. I suppose I might as well go all the way with it."
I couldn't help the wide grin spreading across my face as I felt both their hands tighten gently around mine. With two gorgeous women—one younger, brilliant, and sweet. The other elegant, refined, and beautifully mature—walking proudly by my sides, I felt incredibly lucky.
"You know," I said with a cheerful smile, "Lilith has some of the absolute best shopping in the Underworld. And as it happens, I'm very, very rich. How about we explore a bit? We can buy whatever you both want."
Hermione's eyes lit up immediately at the mention of shopping. Her smile was bright and eager. "Magic bookstores!" she said instantly, almost bouncing with excitement. "Can we go see some of those first, Harry?"
I chuckled softly at her enthusiasm. Of course, Hermione Granger would always be drawn to books, even as a newly transformed devil. "Absolutely, Hermione," I agreed warmly. "We'll visit as many bookstores as you'd like."
Next to me, Narcissa seemed interested but not nearly as excited about bookstores as Hermione was. Her gaze was directed toward the other shops and boutiques lining the street, particularly the high-class fashion shops showcasing the latest Underworld trends.
I followed her gaze, noticing several devil women passing by us. They wore beautiful, revealing dresses that openly flaunted their figures. Compared to the conservative, stuffy robes witches typically wore in the Wizarding world, the Underworld's female fashions were much more risqué.
Narcissa tilted her head curiously, studying the provocative dresses carefully. "Harry," she asked softly, glancing back at me with a delicate blush still staining her cheeks, "do you think perhaps we could visit some of those fashion boutiques afterward? The dresses here seem quite fascinating… and daring."
I chuckled softly and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
"Of course, Narcissa. You'd look amazing in any one of them," I told her honestly.
Hermione just giggled softly beside me. "Harry Sitri, you're incorrigible," she teased, though she clearly didn't mind one bit.
We spent a couple more pleasant hours exploring the streets of Lilith. Hermione was thrilled with the magic bookstores, finding rare tomes she'd never imagined existed. Narcissa spent most of our visit in the fashion boutiques, blushing and hesitating at first before gradually becoming bolder. She eventually bought several dresses far more daring and revealing than anything she'd worn before. I even saw her buy a few pieces of lingerie and I shuddered at the thought of seeing her in them.
When evening approached, we finally returned to the Sitri manor. Mum unfortunately wasn't there. Some young devil had apparently done something especially stupid, causing a small diplomatic emergency. She had to handle it personally.
Because of that, I spent the rest of the day with Hermione and Narcissa, along with my grandparents Sebastian and Selene. Aunt Sona joined us too, accompanied by Tsubaki. It was relaxing and pretty peaceful. Other students were completely stuck at Hogwarts for the majority of the year, and I felt lucky being able to teleport to visit my family whenever I wanted. The family that I was still getting used to and grateful to have.
The next morning, Narcissa left early with Behemoth. They needed to return to the Wizarding World to handle some important matters. Now that Narcissa was freed from Lucius magically, she needed to officially file for divorce. She planned to hire Ted Tonks—her estranged older sister's husband—as her lawyer. It would hopefully help her reconnect with Andromeda, too. Narcissa hadn't seen her sister in decades after Andromeda had been disowned by the Black family.
But the most pressing problem we faced was that Narcissa, as my new devil bishop, had to spend at least an hour each day close to me to stabilize her newly transformed magic. Given that I'd be spending most of my time at Hogwarts, we needed Narcissa to have a legitimate position at the school.
Fortunately, solving that issue shouldn't be too difficult. I'd quickly learned that in the Wizarding World, throwing enough money around could solve just about any problem. If necessary, we'd simply offer Dumbledore another substantial donation. And by donation, I meant bribe of course.
Ideally, though, we preferred a more believable scenario. Narcissa was a good student when she originally attended Hogwarts, and she had a mastery in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
We decided we could propose making her an assistant Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. It honestly shouldn't even be a hard sell.
Professor Lockhart's classes were hilarious at times, but he was objectively a terrible teacher. I'd learned precisely nothing useful from him beyond examples of what not to do. I'm sure Dumbledore was already getting a lot of complaints from students and parents.
With all those plans in place, I felt good as the weekend drew to a close…
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(r-18 start)
I walked into my bedroom, stretching a bit as I mentally prepared myself for some much-needed sleep. Classes started bright and early tomorrow morning, and I'd need to teleport back to Hogwarts before dawn.
As I closed the door behind me and turned toward the bed, however, any thoughts of classes, school, or even sleep vanished completely from my mind.
Sitting on my huge, plush bed, wearing matching sultry smiles, were my twin maids, Lyra and Lyna. They must've been waiting patiently for me this entire evening. I realized that explained why I hadn't seen either of them at dinner tonight.
"Hello, Young Master," Lyra purred sweetly, her voice dripping with playful desire as she crossed one smooth leg slowly over the other. Her short, frilled black skirt hiked up slightly, exposing more of her silky thighs.
"We've been waiting patiently all evening," Lyna added softly, leaning forward on the bed and resting her weight on her slender arms. The provocative movement immediately drew my eyes down toward her chest, where her massive, soft breasts pressed forward obscenely against the thin fabric of her ridiculously low-cut maid uniform.
My eyes were glued helplessly onto the deep valley of pale, creamy skin revealed by the twins' skimpy outfits. Those outfits had always seemed intentionally slutty, but right now, on Lyra and Lyna, they felt especially indecent.
Each uniform consisted of a frilly black-and-white dress that hugged every enticing curve of their flawless bodies. The tops were barely decent, plunging down low enough that the twins' enormous, round tits looked ready to spill out with even the slightest sudden movement. I could easily see the faint outline of their stiff nipples poking through the thin material. Their tight skirts flared playfully around their slim waists, short enough to give frequent glimpses of their shapely, toned thighs and the lower curve of their plump asses.
My heart rate picked up instantly, blood rushing downward and causing a powerful, throbbing sensation between my legs. I swallowed heavily, heat rushing across my face. My cock was already rapidly hardening, straining uncomfortably against the fabric of my pants.
"L-Lyra… Lyna…" I stammered awkwardly, trying—and failing—to regain some composure. My eyes continued to shamelessly drink in every detail of their perfect bodies.
The twins exchanged amused, knowing glances before simultaneously giggling softly. Lyra moved first, standing up gracefully from the bed and slowly stepping toward me with an exaggerated sway in her slender hips.
"You look tense, Master Harry," Lyra whispered seductively as she approached, her voice sending a delightful shiver racing down my spine. She lifted one dainty hand, lightly tracing the outline of my chest through my shirt, fingertips teasingly grazing my nipple through the fabric.
"I think we should help you relax," Lyna agreed sweetly, appearing suddenly at my other side and gently running her soft fingers up along my thigh. She stopped just short of touching the obvious bulge straining desperately in my pants.
I groaned softly under their teasing touches, feeling my breath hitch sharply. "You're both absolutely incorrigible," I muttered breathlessly, making no move at all to push them away.
Lyra giggled again, pressing herself more firmly against my side. The soft, heavy weight of her breasts rubbed deliciously against my chest, causing my cock to jerk involuntarily. "And yet, you clearly enjoy our attention, Master," she teased playfully, brushing her glossy pink lips softly against the shell of my ear.
Lyna reached boldly downward, finally running her fingertips lightly over the stiff ridge tenting my trousers. She gave my cock a gentle, appreciative squeeze through the fabric. I gasped softly, hips bucking reflexively into her teasing hand.
"You really have no idea just how long we've both wanted to have you all to ourselves, master Harry," Lyna breathed softly, her eyes full of lust and adoration. "We're going to make sure you never forget tonight."
The twins shared another sultry, promising look between themselves. Lyra leaned closer, slowly capturing my lips with her own in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue slid boldly forward, eagerly tasting me as her voluptuous body pressed into mine.
Lyna sank gracefully to her knees in front of me, her fingers unbuckling my belt and carefully lowering my zipper. My cock sprang free immediately, fully erect and throbbing eagerly, precum already leaking out from the sensitive tip.
"Oh my," Lyna purred appreciatively, her wide eyes locked hungrily onto my twitching shaft. "Young Master is as impressive as always. We're going to have so much fun with this beautiful cock tonight! It's about time you properly claimed us both!" I felt Lyna's soft, wet tongue begin teasingly licking up and down my length.
Lyra pressed her lush, soft body firmly against me, deepening the kiss as she rose up onto her tiptoes. Her tongue eagerly tangled with mine, hungry and insistent, as her slender fingers quickly slipped underneath my shirt.
I groaned softly into her mouth, feeling her smooth hands roaming boldly across my bare chest. She swiftly pushed my shirt up, forcing me to briefly break our kiss as she pulled it over my head and tossed it aside.
"Oh, Master Harry," Lyra purred seductively, her voice full of admiration as she ran her fingertips slowly down my exposed chest and abs. "Your body is so sexy every time we see it."
I shivered at her touch. Before I could reply, a deep, throaty moan escaped my lips as I felt Lyna's warm, wet tongue dragging slowly up along the entire length of my painfully erect cock.
"Mmm, Young Master tastes so delicious," Lyna murmured softly from her position on her knees before me. Her gorgeous pink eyes gazed up at me seductively through long lashes as she teasingly licked around the sensitive tip, tasting the salty precum already dripping from me. "I could spend all night worshipping this beautiful cock."
My legs trembled slightly from the intense sensation of her mouth exploring me. Lyna's soft, full lips felt incredible, warm and slick as she slowly moved them up and down my shaft, carefully teasing and licking every inch. She kissed my sensitive head softly before she took me deeper into her mouth, causing me to gasp sharply at the sudden heat and tight suction surrounding my cock.
"Fuck, Lyna…" I groaned breathlessly, burying one hand gently into her silky black hair. Her head began to bob slowly and rhythmically along my shaft, taking me deeper with each movement, and I struggled not to lose myself immediately.
Lyra giggled softly beside me, clearly amused and aroused by my reactions. She pressed herself even closer, her impressive breasts rubbing enticingly against my bare chest through the thin fabric of her maid outfit. I felt her nipples stiff and erect beneath the thin cloth.
"You love that, don't you, Master?" Lyra whispered hotly into my ear, her voice dripping with playful lust as she lightly traced her tongue along my earlobe. "You love feeling my sister's hot mouth wrapped around your big cock, don't you?"
I groaned again, my hips bucking slightly forward, unable to control my body's reactions. My cock throbbed fiercely within Lyna's mouth, begging for more of her sweet, teasing tongue. She eagerly obliged, skillfully swirling her tongue around my sensitive shaft, sending powerful shivers rippling through me.
Lyra took my hand and boldly pressed it against the curve of her full, round ass beneath her scandalously short skirt. I instinctively squeezed her firm yet soft flesh, causing her to let out a delighted gasp.
"Mmm, yes, Master," Lyra purred encouragingly, her voice husky and filled with desire. "Touch me however you like. We're here to please you."
Lyra stepped back just enough for me to watch as she slowly slipped her maid top down, letting the thin fabric slide teasingly off her flawless shoulders. Her huge, perfectly round tits spilled out freely, bouncing gently, topped with hard, rosy nipples. My cock twitched desperately, throbbing harder than ever at the sight. She smirked playfully, clearly enjoying how much she was driving me crazy.
"See something you like, Master Harry?" she purred seductively, pressing her soft body firmly against mine again. Her exposed breasts mashed against my bare chest, skin on skin, their perfect softness molding into me. I groaned in pleasure, reaching behind her and slipping my hand boldly beneath her flimsy black lace panties.
Her full, round ass cheeks were incredibly smooth, warm, and supple beneath my palm. I squeezed and massaged her voluptuous flesh, hearing her giggle sweetly in response. She moaned softly into my ear, gently biting at my earlobe and grinding her hips sensually against my thigh. "Oh yes, Master, touch me just like that," Lyra encouraged breathlessly, her hips rocking and pushing harder against my hand. "I love feeling your strong hands on my bare ass."
Before I could respond, Lyna drew my attention back down to her. With a naughty grin, she mimicked her sister, slowly pulling down her own maid top. Her matching huge tits bounced free, identical to Lyra's in every glorious detail—full, heavy, impossibly soft, and crowned with erect, sensitive pink nipples.
"Don't forget about me, Young Master," Lyna whispered sultrily, her eyes filled with lust and adoration as she wrapped both her hands around her enormous breasts. She leaned forward and carefully enveloped my cock between her massive tits, squeezing them tightly together to completely surround me in their silky softness.
I gasped sharply, feeling my legs weaken slightly from the sudden sensation. My cock jerked and twitched within the hot, incredibly soft valley of her huge breasts. Lyna began moving them up and down slowly and deliberately, creating an unbelievable friction of soft skin sliding perfectly around my throbbing length.
"Fuck, Lyna..." I groaned out, struggling to control myself. Each stroke between her warm tits sent waves of intense pleasure surging through my entire body, pushing me dangerously close to my limit.
Lyna smiled wickedly, clearly loving my reactions. She leaned forward even further, teasingly flicking her hot tongue around my sensitive cockhead, licking away the precum dripping from the tip. Her eyes never left mine, filled with desire as she slowly took my swollen tip into her wet mouth, sucking lightly while still sliding her heavy tits along my length.
Lyra continued grinding herself desperately against me, her moans becoming louder. She began kissing my neck passionately, running her tongue up and down the sensitive skin there. Her hips moved faster, rubbing and pressing against my body.
My breathing turned ragged, my heart racing. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. The sensation building rapidly inside me was becoming impossible to hold back.
Lyna squeezed her breasts even tighter around my cock. She gazed up at me pleadingly, her voice soft and eager. "Please, Master Harry," she begged sweetly, licking my tip eagerly between strokes of her tits. "I want you to cum all over my breasts. I want to feel your hot seed splashing onto my tits."
Her words were the final trigger I needed. I shuddered uncontrollably, gripping Lyra's soft ass firmly in one hand as my climax exploded forth, making me see stars. "Oh fuck...Lyna!" I shouted helplessly, my cock erupting with thick spurts of hot cum, splattering messily across her enormous tits, coating her perfect creamy skin. My hips bucked wildly, emptying everything I had onto her chest and watching my cum drip obscenely down her heavy breasts. I couldn't stop shuddering!
Lyna smiled happily, her eyes shining with delight as she rubbed my thick semen all over her soft tits, clearly savoring every drop. Lyra giggled softly against my neck, continuing to grind herself gently against my thigh, her own arousal obvious.
"Did you enjoy that, Master?" Lyra whispered teasingly into my ear, gently kissing my neck again.
Breathing heavily, I nodded, barely able to speak clearly. "Maou, yes..." I panted weakly, overwhelmed by the sheer pleasure. These twin maids were absolutely unbelievable.
Lyna and Lyra both giggled softly, clearly satisfied by the effect they'd had on me. Slowly, Lyna stood up from her knees, her large, cum-covered breasts proudly on display. Thick strands of my semen dripped slowly down her creamy skin, leaving messy trails that emphasized the perfection of her chest. My breath caught again just looking at her.
With a mischievous smirk, Lyra stepped toward her sister. She leaned down sensually, running her delicate pink tongue slowly across Lyna's smooth skin, licking my cum off her twin's heavy tits. Lyna gasped sharply at the contact, throwing her head back slightly as her sister's hot mouth began to thoroughly clean and tease her sensitive flesh.
"Mmm, you taste so delicious, sister," Lyra purred seductively, making sure to deliberately meet my eyes as she spoke. She gave Lyna's nipple a playful little bite before taking it fully into her mouth and sucking eagerly.
"Oh Maou, Lyra…" Lyna moaned deeply, gripping her sister's hair firmly with trembling fingers. Her hips bucked gently toward Lyra, turned on by her sister's skilled mouth.
I stood frozen, completely mesmerized by the erotic scene playing out in front of me. My cock twitched again, quickly growing impossibly hard once more despite having just orgasmed. These two shameless twins were an absolute fantasy come true.
Lyra released Lyna's breast with a wet pop, letting out a satisfied sigh before leaning upward and pressing her lips firmly against her sister's. The twins began kissing each other deeply, passionately, tongues intertwining in a heated display.
I watched as their hands quickly moved over each other's bodies, eagerly removing the skimpy remains of their slutty maid uniforms.
Once fully nude, the twins broke their kiss and slowly turned toward me, standing side by side.
My cock throbbed powerfully at the sight of their perfect, identical bodies becoming fully exposed right in front of me. Both sisters were breathtakingly beautiful, flawless in every way. Soft, pale skin without a single blemish. Voluptuous curves—full, heavy breasts that swayed enticingly, toned slender waists, and luscious hips. Each of them had perfectly shaped heart-like faces framed by long, silky black hair, and large expressive pink eyes filled with lust.
I swallowed hard, mouth dry, feeling my cock strain desperately, already eager to bury myself deep inside both of them.
Lyra smiled sweetly, noticing my obvious renewed arousal. "You see, Master Harry?" she teased softly. "We told you we'd take very good care of you."
Lyna nodded with an equally seductive smile, running her delicate fingers slowly down her sister's side. "Now, Young Master," she said gently, gesturing suggestively toward my massive bed, "why don't you come lay down so we can continue?"
I didn't hesitate for even a second, I climbed onto my bed, feeling the luxurious softness of the sheets against my bare back as I settled comfortably. My cock jutted straight up, throbbing impatiently, precum already leaking from my sensitive tip once again.
Lyra and Lyna exchanged pleased, excited looks. Slowly and seductively, they climbed onto the bed together, crawling toward me on their hands and knees, their heavy breasts hanging and swaying enticingly beneath them. They moved with perfect, sensual grace until they reached me, positioning themselves on either side of my eager body.
"We promise, Master," Lyra whispered hotly in my ear, nibbling teasingly on my earlobe, "you're going to remember tonight forever. How often do you get twin virgins after all," she teased.
My cock pulsed fiercely at Lyra's seductive words. The lust-filled promises of these two twins were sending jolts of pleasure through my entire body. I could barely control myself as they positioned themselves over me, their movements synchronized perfectly as if they'd planned this exact moment countless times before.
Lyra moved gracefully downward, sliding slowly along my torso toward my aching cock. At the same time, Lyna crawled higher up, carefully positioning her thighs on either side of my head. Both sisters lifted themselves up onto their knees, perfectly aligning their bodies above mine.
My eyes widened hungrily at the incredible sight directly above me. Between Lyna's smooth, sexy thighs, her dripping wet pussy hovered mere inches from my mouth. Her smooth, hairless mound glistened obscenely, swollen pink lips spread slightly to reveal the soft, glistening folds of her arousal. Just above it, her tight little asshole puckered enticingly, perfectly clean.
Lyna slowly lowered herself down onto my face, giving me a clear, breathtaking view of her wet pussy descending toward my mouth. At the exact same moment, I felt a hot, slick pressure gently pressing down against the sensitive tip of my cock. Lyra was positioning herself directly over my rigid shaft, her own soaking wet pussy spreading slowly around my thick head.
"Oh fuck…" Lyra moaned deeply as she slowly sank herself down, her tight, hot walls gradually stretching to accommodate my large cock. Her pussy felt unbelievably tight, hot, and wet as it slowly enveloped me inch by inch. "You're so big, Master Harry. I've wanted this cock inside me for so long…"
I groaned sharply at the intense sensation of her tight pussy squeezing around me, struggling not to immediately thrust upward into her hot depths.
Lyna reached down with delicate fingers, spreading her pussy lips gently apart right above my face, exposing her wetness fully to me. Her sweet arousal dripped down, coating her smooth thighs. Her voice trembled slightly with anticipation and desire.
"Please, Young Master…" Lyna begged softly, pressing herself even closer. "I need to feel your tongue inside me. Taste me, lick my pussy until I cum on your face."
Immediately, I reached up, firmly gripping Lyna's soft, round ass cheeks, pulling her dripping cunt firmly down onto my eager mouth. My tongue hungrily plunged between her silky pussy lips, tasting the sweet nectar flowing freely from her body. She gasped sharply, her hips shuddering as my tongue licked and explored her hot, wet folds.
"Oh Maou yes, Master Harry!" Lyna cried out loudly, grinding herself harder against my face, desperately riding my tongue. I lapped eagerly at her pussy, sliding my tongue deep inside her hot entrance and tasting every inch of her. She tasted sweet, delicious, her juices coating my mouth as I pleasured her hungrily.
At the same time, Lyra began moving her hips above me, lifting herself slowly upward before firmly dropping herself back down onto my throbbing cock. Her pussy walls clenched and pulsed tightly around me with every slow, delicious stroke, sending pleasure rushing through my body in powerful waves.
"Mmm…fuck!" Lyra moaned desperately, rocking her hips faster, taking me even deeper inside her hot pussy. "Your cock feels so amazing stretching me out, Master!"
The combined sensations were overwhelming. My tongue deep inside Lyna's dripping pussy, savoring her sweet taste, while Lyra's tight cunt eagerly fucked itself on my cock. My body shuddered uncontrollably from pleasure, my hips involuntarily thrusting upward to meet Lyra's movements.
"Fuck, yes, Master, fuck me harder!" Lyra begged passionately, bouncing herself faster on my cock, the sound of her wet pussy slapping lewdly against me filling the room.
I groaned into Lyna's pussy, sucking firmly on her sensitive clit, making her hips jerk violently with pleasure above me. Her thighs trembled as she ground herself desperately onto my mouth, moaning louder and louder.
As Lyra continued bouncing rapidly up and down on my cock, moaning loudly and shamelessly, I suddenly realized something important. This was the very first time I'd experienced a devil's pussy. It was amazing! Her hot, silky cunt walls gripped me impossibly tight, rhythmically pulsing and squeezing around my cock as she moved. Her gorgeous ass cheeks slapped loudly against my thighs, making wet, obscene sounds echoing through my bedroom.
"Oh yes, Master Harry—fuck me, please!" Lyra cried out desperately, panting heavily and slamming her hips down harder onto me. "Your cock feels so fucking good inside my virgin devil pussy!"
At the same time, my mouth eagerly explored Lyna's sweet pussy above me. My tongue ran up and down her slippery folds, savoring every drop of her flowing juices.
Fuck, she tasted unbelievably delicious—so sweet, yet addictively sinful.
No wonder devils were known as creatures of pure lust and sin. Her arousal was far tastier than even the exquisite flavor of Veela pussy I'd tasted before from Fleur or Gabrielle. Lyna's cunt was like honey on my tongue, making me crave even more.
"Maou, yes, lick me deeper, Young Master!" Lyna moaned loudly above me, beginning to rock and grind her hips harder against my face. Her dripping wet pussy ground firmly onto my eager tongue, her juices coating my mouth and chin as she fucked herself desperately on my face.
I tightened my grip on Lyna's hips, pulling her even harder onto my tongue, plunging deeply into her hot, soaking love hole. She cried out sharply, her thighs trembling on either side of my head. My tongue flicked rapidly over her swollen clit, making her moans grow louder.
Lyra was moving faster and harder now, practically slamming her wet, tight pussy down onto my cock. Her moans turned into breathless, lust-filled cries. The bed shook beneath us, the wet slapping sound of her firm ass cheeks striking my thighs filling the room.
"Fuck, Master. I'm so close already!" Lyra gasped frantically, her voice breaking with raw pleasure. "Cum inside me! Fill me up with your thick cum again, please!"
"Fuck, yes, kiss me, sister!" I suddenly heard Lyna demand passionately from above. I couldn't see exactly what they were doing, but I felt their bodies shift slightly, and immediately heard the wet, lewd sound of their lips meeting in a sloppy, passionate kiss.
Both twins eagerly moaned into each other's mouths as they continued fucking themselves senselessly on me. The erotic sound of their tongues entwining, their wet lips passionately sliding together, made my cock throb fiercely within Lyra's tight, spasming pussy.
I groaned deeply into Lyna's cunt, losing myself completely in the incredible sensations assaulting me from every direction. Lyra's pussy clenched and squeezed my cock mercilessly as she bounced harder and faster. At the same time, Lyna desperately fucked herself onto my mouth, flooding my tongue with her intoxicating juices.
"Oh fuck! I'm cumming!" Lyra suddenly screamed breathlessly, breaking the kiss briefly. Her entire body shuddered violently, her pussy spasming uncontrollably around my cock. Her juices soaked me completely as she came hard and loudly, still grinding her hips wildly against mine. "So good~" she gasped.
The overwhelming pleasure pushed me rapidly toward my own climax. My cock pulsed powerfully inside Lyra's tight, squeezing cunt as her orgasm triggered mine.
"Fuck—Lyra!" I shouted helplessly against Lyna's pussy, erupting deep inside Lyra's spasming cunt once again. Thick jets of hot cum pumped into her eagerly accepting pussy, filling her completely. She cried out in delight, rocking herself gently as I finished emptying every drop deep inside her!
At the same time, Lyna's body shuddered powerfully above me. Her pussy clenched firmly around my tongue as she came, hard and violently, soaking my face and tongue with even more of her sweet, sinful juices.
"Oh Maou yes, Master! I'm cumming all over your face!" Lyna moaned loudly, her hips jerking wildly against my mouth, trembling thighs pressed tightly around my head.
…We lay there tangled together, panting and sweaty, their beautiful bodies pressed comfortably against mine. I could feel my cum dripping slowly out of Lyra's satisfied pussy, running down my cock onto my thighs.
"Mmm…" Lyra whispered softly, cuddling closer into my side. "Master Harry, you're even better than we dreamed you'd be."
Lyna giggled softly, kissing my chest affectionately. "We can rest for a moment, but after that it's my turn to ride your cock!"
(R-18 end)
…
The next morning, I sat comfortably at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall, enjoying a relaxing breakfast. Sunlight filtered gently through the tall enchanted windows, casting a warm glow over the busy tables and sleepy-eyed students around me.
Across from me, Fred and George grinned mischievously with obvious curiosity. Sitting cozily between them was Angelina, their shared girlfriend. She nibbled casually on a piece of toast, occasionally shaking her head fondly at their antics.
Fred leaned forward. "Oi, Harry! Mind telling us exactly where you've been hiding yourself this entire weekend?"
George nodded eagerly, matching his twin's smirk. "Nobody's seen you, your lovely girlfriend Hermione, or your two sexy maids around Hogwarts all weekend."
Angelina playfully rolled her eyes, smacking both twins lightly on the arms. "Seriously, you two? 'Sexy maids'? Behave yourselves."
Fred laughed lightly, pretending to rub his arm. "What? Just stating the obvious."
George grinned innocently, winking at Angelina. "Yeah, Angie, it's a perfectly valid question."
I chuckled softly, calmly taking a sip of orange juice. Making sure to avoid the disgusting pumpkin juice. "Well," I began casually, setting the goblet back down, "let's just say certain circumstances meant I had to spend the weekend back home. And yes, I definitely had a very nice time."
Fred and George exchanged knowing looks, both snickering loudly at my admission. Angelina rolled her eyes again but smiled anyway.
"Oh, trust us, mate," Fred said knowingly, wagging his eyebrows, "we can definitely tell."
George laughed brightly, leaning in closer to whisper loudly, "You've got the look of a man who got very lucky last night."
Angelina sighed in exasperation, lightly smacking George's chest once more. "You're both shameless."
"I won't deny that," I laughed easily, grinning back at the twins. "But more importantly, did I miss anything dramatic happening here over the weekend?"
Fred shook his head lazily, reaching for a pastry. "Not too much—just the fact that the whole school now officially knows Draco Malfoy's a eunuch."
I choked slightly on my juice, coughing briefly before looking up in surprise. Ehhh!?
"Fuck yeah, he is!" Lavender Brown suddenly laughed loudly from further down the table. She gave me a sultry wink, not even bothering to hide the fact she was eavesdropping along with Parvati and Jasmine beside her.
"He's been hiding out in the hospital wing. Refuses to show his face."
"Couldn't have happened to a more deserving bloke."
The twins both said.
Fred leaned forward again. "Oh, and Dumbledore made an announcement last night at dinner while you were still off having fun," he said.
I perked up. "What kind of announcement?" I asked.
George shrugged lightly. "Apparently there's another stage of the tournament scheduled for this Friday. The old man wouldn't give us any hints though. He just said it was another 'surprise challenge'."
I sighed softly, rolling my eyes at Dumbledore's crypticness. He definitely gets off on being a trolling old man. "Of course it is."
Fred chuckled while nodding. "Oh, and one more thing, the school's apparently getting even more new students arriving soon."
That caught my interest immediately. "New students?"
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