Harry was more than a little bit drunk. It was late and he was in a room he’d never been in before. He squinted into the dimness.
It was a bedroom. One of the great many of those that lay inside Gremory Manor. This one was meant for guests, rather than any members of the main family. There was nothing special about it. The only reason he was in it was because it happened to be the nearest bit of privacy when someone’s patience ran out.
Rias Gremory was down on her knees, sucking gently. Gulllllp. Gullllp. She slid her head up and down on Harry’s meat. Her fiery hair was the brightest thing in the otherwise dark room. On the floor, Harry could see her clothes. They were scattered on top of his own.
Harry reached down and ran his fingers along the side of her face. His fingertips brushed aside strands of her hair. It was soft and smelled of cherry blossoms. Knowing her, she probably sought out such a shampoo to increase her connection to Japan.
“Has anyone ever told you that it’s unfair how sexy you are?” Harry asked.
Rias looked up at him. The tip of his dick was inside of her mouth. She was naked all the way down to her panties, which were a tight fit on her voluminous ass. Her breasts were resting between Harry’s legs. Rias moved her head back. When his cock popped out of her lips, she licked it.
“Maybe once or twice,” Rias said. “Usually from Akeno. But it means more when you say it. Because I’m desperately in love with you.”
The admission caused her to blush. She could deepthroat him without the slightest hint of embarrassment and yet saying she loved him made her pink cheek. Maybe it was inevitable. He’d been balls deep inside of her within the first hour they met. Professing love was new territory.
“Rias,” Harry said.
She had been looking away from him. Her shy feelings kept her from looking into his eyes. The subtle command in Harry’s voice fixed this, calling her attention onto him.
The moment that their eyes met, Harry spoke. “I love you too.”
Rias stared at him with her mouth a little bit open. It eventually turned into a smile.
Throwing her head down, Rias started to bob on his cock, her hair bouncing around as she did so.
Gulllllp! Gulllllp! Gulllllp!
Harry groaned and tilted his head. His vision was blurry from darkness and alcohol. He was more than buzzed. It felt like he was controlling his body from far away, the way that a lot of alcohol can make you feel. The only exception was between his legs. Rias’s mouth was making his dick feel like it was on fire with pleasure.
There had been a party after the rating game. Rias hosted it of course. It was held in one wing of the mansion. Not only had they gotten ahold of a large quantity of alcohol brewed in the underworld, it was from the Balam Clan. The devil who delivered it had been enormous and covered in rocky skin. Rias explained that all members of the Balam family looked like that. In addition to their tough skin and size, they possessed large amounts of strength and durability. Their durability went beyond physical pursuits. Apparently, no one in the underworld could outdrink a Balam. They loved getting drunk but couldn’t do it with normal beverages. At some point, they decided that the solution was to make their own. Balam alcohol was stronger than any other alcohol anywhere and it still had a great taste.
At least that’s what devils all said. Maybe the Grigori had their own expert brewers. Harry wondered if he should visit Benemune to ask. She seemed like a wonderful drinking partner.
He clenched his teeth. Harry forced himself to focus through the alcoholic haze. It was poor form to think about another woman at a time like this, even if he’d just been thinking about sharing a drink.
Rias was putting her all into giving him pleasure. She rocked her whole body starting down at her knees. As her head slid up and down him, she’d closed her eyes in order to focus. Drool escaped each time she went down. It was all over Harry’s balls. There was even a wet spot on the guest bed under where he was sitting.
Harry stroked the edge of Rias’s face the way that he had earlier. He pet her and felt the softness of her hair against the back of his fingers. A smile naturally formed across his face. He began whispering things to her.
“Good girl, Rias. Go as fast as you want. Ooh, I love when you do that with your tongue. Careful. Don’t choke. You’re almost there. Just a little bit more.”
His voice sounded deep and soothing inside of the dark room. The curtains were drawn. Moonlight only got in at the corners. A sweaty musk scent was beginning to take root. Harry smiled. By the time they were finished that smell was going to be stronger. The whole room would reek of it.
“MM! Mmmmmmm…” Rias said.
Harry’s cock had offered its fruit. She felt his cum run into her mouth. Fleur had once told him that the taste could be addictive over time. Rias seemed to have taken to it even faster than his wife had.
Rias rocked backwards slightly and allowed Harry’s cock to separate from her mouth. She was swishing his cum back and forth between her cheeks and over her tongue. Finally, she came.
Harry leaned forward. He rested his elbows on his knees. Reaching out, he touched her cheek. She felt the warmth in his palm. This was his dominant hand, his wand hand. Rias might have even sensed the magic dwelling beneath his skin.
“I love you,” Harry said.
“Y-You told me that already,” Rias replied.
“And I’ll tell you again in the future. I love you. I’m overjoyed to have met you.”
Rias had opened a door that Harry felt like he’d been waiting years to have opened. Only after he learned of devils and the underworld and grand ancient factions did he realize that he had been chaffing. He’d outgrown the magical world. Somewhere along the way, he was starting to suspect he’d come into contact with something that wizards hardly understood. They had their fable about the Master of Death, but what was Death in that story? No one ever explained it. No one knew. Now its power resided in Harry. If he wanted to get the answer, he thought he was closer to it in the underworld than he had been anywhere in Britain.
But that wasn’t the whole source of his appreciation for Rias. Not even close. She had come to him acting as a temptress devil straight out of a man’s fantasies.
Very quickly, that role fell apart. Underneath was just a girl. An intelligent girl. A girl with a bright future. A girl who one day would be able to obliterate mountains with a gesture of her hand. But she was a girl nonetheless.
She didn’t want to have to marry a stranger. She feared anything happening to her servants and friends. She was obsessed with Japan and the human world. She liked drinking tea. She supported those she loved with everything she had. She would try to stop them when they did something she didn’t agree with, but only because she cared.
Harry put his hands under her arms. He hoisted her and turned, laying her on the bed. Rias giggled.
“That tickles!”
She puckered her lips and waited for him to kiss her. Harry did.
After a handful of seconds his lips moved on.
They went to her breasts next. Such huge boulders of flesh. So perky and juicy despite their size. Harry sucked on them one at a time. He loved the taste of her nipples as much as she’d come to love the taste of his cum. His hands could squeeze them for a day without ever getting tired.
Harry moved down her.
He trailed kisses down her tummy. He was sliding his body down. Rias was a little drunk. Less than he was, but Harry could still hear it in her moan.
He got to her panties. Harry stared at the black fabric for a moment.
He put his mouth against her cameltoe. Rias gasped. The sticky feeling of cotton on his tongue didn’t stop Harry. He heard Rias moan as he molded his lips against the outline of her protruding pussy. Harry got her panties between his front teeth, taking a good grip of them.
He kept moving down.
Rias’s thick thighs went past. Then her smooth shaven calves. Last were her feet. Harry had to shake his head side to side like a dog in order to get her panties past her ankles. Then he jerked his head sideways, finally dropping her panties to the side.
Rias was naked beneath him. Harry stared at her perfect body and the borderline innocent look in her eyes. Rias held her hands up in the air, inviting him into her embrace.
He was going to make this girl a woman.
Harry accepted her embrace. Her thighs wrapped around him once he was on top. Harry’s dick rested against her crotch. He moved his hips back. His dick slipped down. The tip pressed against her lips.
Rias wiggled underneath him, moaning softly.
Harry sheathed his dick inside of her and at the same time, he kissed her.
Their lips locked together while Harry started to fuck Rias. Her pussy accepted his dick greedily. The suction was top notch. Harry pounded her until the bed was creaking.
“Tonight,” Harry said when they parted for air.
“What?” Rias had hazy eyes. The pleasure was almost overwhelming her.
“Starting tonight, I’m going to cum inside of you.” Harry touched her body right above her womb and slowly slid his finger down. “Over and over again. As many times as it takes. Whether that’s hundreds, or thousands, or tens of thousands.”
Rias whimpered. While Harry talked he was still fucking her, slamming his dick inside her.
“Do you get what I’m saying?” Harry asked.
“You’re going to knock me up,” Rias whimpered, eyes shining at the possibility. “You’re going to make me a mom.”
Harry whispered in her ear.
“That’s fucking right.”
The next time he thrust, Rias came.
Harry fucked her right through the orgasm. He was relentless. Until his dick was completely limp and devoid of blood, he was going to keep going. Tonight they would go at it until the bitter end. Harry didn’t plan to be through with her until there was light from the underworld’s artificial sun coming in around the blinds.
His resolution was understood by Rias. She got it implicitly. He wasn’t going to stop. Her arms wrapped around his back and her nails scratched across his muscles.
Harry’s dick smashed into her cervix, pounding Rias raw inside.
Fleur hadn’t wanted kids. She said she would think about that when she was forty, a normal age to have kids for witches who aged more slowly than regular humans. The reason? When she was swollen and pregnant she and Harry wouldn’t be able to have sex. She wasn’t willing to make that sacrifice yet.
Rias was different. She treasured family more than anything. It was why she was so hurt by the marriage arrangement her parents concocted. She felt betrayed by it.
She and Harry loved each other. They said the words right here in this room. Really, they’d known before that. For Rias there was one obvious thing she wanted from the man she loved.
Harry was giving it to her one sweaty, sticky, rough thrust at a time. Just like he told her: As many nights as it would take.
Harry fucked this beautiful woman, his beautiful woman, in order to follow through on his threats.
Rias’s insides squelched around his dick. He could feel her flesh gripping him. Her hands moved along his back, scratching him up with a bunch of red lines. Now that their dirty talk was done they’d gone back to kissing. Harry’s tongue was so deep in Rias’s mouth that it was almost all the way to her throat. Every one of his thrusts created a big meaty smack. Rias must have gotten worked up watching the show he put on during the rating game. Her pussy was acting like a garden hose. There was no end to her orgasms.
The next time they were forced to break to breathe, Harry whispered in her ear again.
“You wish you had been in the rating game with us, don’t you?”
Rias’s answer was a moan.
“Come on, Rias. Tell me.”
“I wish it was me…”
Louder.
“I wish it was me!” Rias screamed. “I wish you had been fucking me! I wish everyone had seen you fucking me, the way they watched you with Fleur and Tonks and Daphne! I wish I could have proven I’m your woman! I wish I could have shown them all!”
“But you will show them all. You’ll show them right here.”
Harry rubbed Rias’s flat tummy. Her eyes expanded. The excitement she felt was so intense that her pupils dilated.
Harry came inside her pussy. He fired it right to her womb. He flooded her insides. And he wasn’t done.
As he promised (or threatened) he kept fucking her straight through it.
Rias moaned loudly and arched her back. Harry dug his arms under her body, pulling her up into an embrace close to his chest. His hips kept moving.
They were relentless, as he promised, and went on all night.
The hours ticked by in a haze of positions and moans and screaming professions of love. Their bodies got red and pasty and sticky. Both of them were sweating. Rias could barely keep her eyes open from exhaustion. Harry was drawing his breaths with audible fatigue. Even for his champion-level stamina, the rating game followed by this celebration was taxing.
Finally he gave his last thrust. He came inside Rias again. Really, it was just a tiny little spurt with almost no substance. It was the last that his dick could give. The appendage went soft.
Harry separated from Rias. They had ended the marathon night in the same position they started it in by pure chance. Harry’s back ached as he lay on the bed panting. Hundreds of red scratches made it uncomfortable to have anything touching it. He repositioned by rolling to the edge of the bed and sitting up.
That was how he discovered their audience.
Fleur, Akeno, Tonks, Koneko, and Daphne were all right there, simply hanging out.
They noticed him looking. Koneko waved. Fleur smirked and turned to the girls.
“I zink zey ‘ave finally noticed us.”
“Looks like it,” Akeno said.
“Took long enough,” Daphne sniffed.
“Is Rias alive?” Tonks asked.
Rias raised a shaky arm. She offered a thumbs up.
“Oh, good!” Tonks said. “I call going next.”
“I’m going to need a minute,” Harry said dryly.
“Take your time and rest up,” Tonks said. “As long as that time isn’t longer than two days. Otherwise, I’m going to have to come looking for you.”
Fleur approached her husband. She touched his cheeks and tilted his head so she could get a look at his face.
She smiled.
“Do you remember why I summoned zese girls in ze first place?” Fleur asked.
Breathing hard, Harry looked up at her.
“To keep up with me in bed.”
“And to see you exhausted.”
Fleur leaned down, kissed him on the lips, and tasted Rias all over him. She leaned back with a smile. She’d never been the jealous type. If there was an opposite to the jealous type then Fleur embodied it. She looked thrilled.
“I picked ze right devils for ze job.”