In a rainy castle, somewhere off the coast of Northern Europe…
"Ve have done it! Aurors vill have no chance of getting us now," said a man with a swarthy face buried beneath coarse hair.
Ten other men—all of them just as hairy—stood gathered around him. They were inside the thick stone walls of an ancient fortress. Rain pelted down outside.
"Are you sure ve are safe?" asked another of the men. "I heard zat the Ministry called for ze help of the British. They are even sending him—"
"What can one man do!?" roared the man who spoke first. "Zis entire area is covered in powerful vards made from dark magic! To step foot on our island is a sentence of death!"
They all knew who they were scared of. He was a living legend among dark wizards like them. When they razed a muggle settlement to collect sacrifices for a dark ritual, the worst case scenario had always been that HE would appear. Even now, despite their wards, they refused to say his name.
"I hope zat he does try to attack us!" said the leader, the man that spoke first. "If ve can kill him, followers vill flock to our cause! Ve could become ze next dark lords! Our plans vill not have to stop vith a single village any longer! Ve can—"
The leader collapsed on the floor before he could finish his sentence. All of his men fell with him.
"Earthquake!" one screamed.
The stone walls they were hiding behind had been standing for over six centuries. It was an ancient fort wrapped in magic of the foulest nature. No one could breach such walls.
Until the walls themselves abandoned their duty.
The dark wizards stared in terror as the entire castle tore off its foundations and flew into the sky. Lazily floating in the rain on a broom, a large man with black hair and green eyes was pointing his wand into the rainy sky.
He swung his wand, hurling the castle with it.
The dark wizards watched as the castle they banked their lives on splashed into the ocean and sunk.
"You'll be coming quietly then?" Harry Potter said.
It wasn't put to the test whether he could step foot on their private island. He never even needed to.
LINE BREAK
At least once a year, ever since that night by the Great Lake when Harry and his now-wife became a couple, someone would joke that he "Must have made a deal with the devil to land that one!"
It didn't make all that much sense to Harry. He was well aware of what a catch he had on his hands. But at the same time, he knew that Fleur Delacour's standards were not impossibly high. She just wanted a wizard who was good on the eyes and would also treat her well, both in public and behind closed doors. Harry never once felt that his wife was asking too much from him.
Maybe that had something to do with Harry's own nature, though. Ever since the Hallows chose to stick to him Harry had become a freak among wizards. He'd always been powerful and competent for his age, but he grew into something MORE. His vision fixed itself, he put on more muscle than he ever managed throughout his teen years (although it was all the lean kind; he was no bodybuilder), and he'd even seen an incredibly late growth spurt. He was now 6'3, the same height that Ron reached. Harry was only in his mid-twenties, but he'd already gone beyond what Dumbledore was in his prime. Harry was certain that the Hallows had to do with it, but he'd never been able to figure out exactly how. Regardless of the exact reason he was extremely powerful, and his personal life had shown that magic so potent had a way of bleeding into other pursuits.
Like stamina. And not the running kind.
Anyway. Back to all those devils Harry was supposedly making bargains with. He found the implication a bit ridiculous, but because these kinds of jokes were so common devils as a concept were more on his radar than they were for most people. In order to summon one, conventional wisdom held that you needed a magic circle and a wish, something that demons would appear to fulfill like a bargain. It was exactly what those Eastern European dark wizards murdered poor muggles trying to achieve, although Harry interrupted them before they could really begin.
So when he walked into their bedroom after apparating back from Europe and found his gorgeous wife bent over, scrawling the final marks on a magic circle in chalk, he had to stop and scratch his head.
"Uhh, Honey?" Harry asked.
Fleur was wearing a nightdress the same baby blue color as the Beauxbatons robes she'd been wearing when he first met her. It barely wrapped around her huge breasts, while the furry hem rode up nearly to the top of her thighs. She stood up, and her breasts jiggled slightly as she did so. Harry would've pounced on her right there if he wasn't so concerned about the magic circle she'd scrawled on the floor of their bedroom.
"Hello, Harry," Fleur greeted with a warm smile, in their years together, she had finally learned to pronounce the first letter of his name. "Did you have a good day at work?"
"I threw a castle," Harry said. "That was fun. But, uh… What are you up to there?"
"Summoning devils," Fleur said.
Harry scratched the back of his head. "What for?"
"Because I cannot handle you," Fleur said. She walked to the Queen bed that they shared and sat down on it. "Your stamina, eet eez incredeeble! Every night, you fuck me in the most lovely positions until I am so satisfied. I cannot stand up, walk, and often, cannot even speak. But I have never seen YOU in that state. Eet eez not fair."
"Oh, Fleur, I don't mind—" Harry said.
"But I do!" Fleur said. "Wizards think zat we veela are magical creatures, but that is not completely true. We are actually descended from a different type of creature. We originally come from devils in the Underworld."
"You do?" Harry asked, trying to reconcile the image he had of devils, that being red skinned monsters with horns, with gorgeous women like veela.
"Yes," Fleur said. "We are an offshoot of succubi, female devils who use sex for sustenance. We have lost many of their abilities, especially a quarter veela like moi, but we 'ave not forgotten where we came from. We remember what is out zere, beyond zhe world of wizards with wands. And when the need arises, we know how to call upon those zings."
Fleur held out her hands. Her magic interacted with the circle she'd drawn. There was a loud popping, and Harry coughed as smoke filled the room with the smell of Brimstone.
Despite Fleur's claims that devils were not like what most people pictured, Harry still wasn't quite ready for what sat inside the circle when the smoke cleared.
There were two girls, their legs tangled up together. They were also naked with the most unbelievable bodies Harry had ever seen, and this was coming from the man who had been fucking Fleur Delacour for the last eight years.
The one on the right had black hair that was tied in a ponytail, with asian facial features and pale white skin. Her boobs were absolutely enormous, covering her whole chest, yet instead of sagging at all they stuck straight out. She had narrow hips, and Harry could see a gorgeous ass squishing against the floor.
Her friend's hair was bright red, and this girl had more European features. Her boobs were a margin smaller, more like the size of Fleur's, which still made them bigger than any girls' Harry had met outside of this room. She had huge blue eyes that carried a kind of supernatural confidence. Her hands pushed against her huge thick thighs as stood up, and Harry watched them sink in, and in, and into the delicate flesh. "What do we have here, Akeno?"
The dark haired girl giggled. "It looks like a horny little human wizard, Rias."
The redhead smirked. "So it does. What could he want, I wonder? Definitely not our bodies…"
As she spoke, she cupped her perfect breasts, lifting them up and dropping them. They jiggled like jello. Akeno crawled forward, grabbing Rias's thighs and peering around her hips at Harry.
"Those won't be cheap," she said. "What do you think a human could possibly give us for that?"
They approached him, Rias walking and Akeno crawling, until they were right in front of him. Despite Harry knowing that they could realistically be far older than Hogwarts itself, they looked youthful, like they were eighteen or nineteen years old.
"Maybe we'll just have to take his soul…" Akeno said.
"Off limits," Harry said flatly. As he said it, he allowed his magic, which he usually kept tucked away, to emanate out. His eyes glowed emerald, while his hair blew around as if there was wind in the room. The seductive devils' eyes widened, with Rias actually stepping back. On the bed, Fleur giggled.
"I think you're mistaken about something," Harry said. "I didn't summon you."
"You didn't?" Rias asked. "But I could sense the lust in this contract all the way from the Underworld! That's why I—"
Whatever she had been planning to say she didn't finish. Harry pointed behind them.
"My wife made this contract," he said flatly. "If you want to know what you were summoned for, and what you'll be offered in return, talk to her."
The devils spun around, looking at Fleur. The French witch spread her legs, granting a view of what was up her sheer nightdress as she leaned back and looked at them.
"I did summon you for your bodies," Fleur said. "I would like your help tonight. Together, the three of us will satisfy my husband."
"All of us with just him?" Akeno asked dubiously.
"That is the wrong question," Fleur informed her. "You should be wondering if the three of us will be enough to handle him."
"And the reward?" Rias asked with a frown.
"The best night that you've ever had," Fleur promised. "If you're disappointed, you can take my soul."
"Now wait a minute!" Harry said.
But Rias had already said: "Deal!"
Akeno giggled. "You better hope you're not overestimating him."
"I am not," Fleur said with utter confidence.
The devils turned back to Harry, who felt like things were beginning to get out of control. Rias sauntered over, moving behind him, while Akeno crawled over to kneel right in front of him. Fleur did not move for now, bar the hand she slid under her nighty as she prepared to watch.
"Hello there, Mister Husband," Akeno greeted, kneeling naked in front of Harry, her nipples stiff and pointy. "Aren't you a lucky one?"
"Just go along with things," Rias whispered in Harry's ear from behind him, lifting his shirt off. "We'll handle the rest."
Harry raised his arm, allowing her to get his shirt free, revealing a ripped torso underneath. Rias began to kiss his back muscles and neck while Akeno eagerly popped open his fly and dragged down pants.
When something enormous flopped out, literally smacking her in the face, Akeno stopped and stared. Rias leaned around Harry's shoulder, then gasped at the sheer size of what was on display. Fleur giggled, her nightie bulging where her fingers were moving underneath it.
Harry used this opportunity to skim Akeno's mind as she gaped up at his manhood. Legilimency wasn't always the most moral thing to use on others, but Harry found that its benefits during sex, allowing him to literally pick out his partner's deepest fantasy and act on it, made up for the invasion of privacy.
Akeno, it turned out, was so lost in her fantasy that she was basically screaming her thoughts. Maybe that was something about being a devil; her desires were stronger and easier to catch than a human woman's would be. And her desires…
Harry watched himself throw Akeno around. He watched himself rain blows down on her, bruising her body and making it sting all over. These thoughts alone were enough to make Akeno's whole body shiver.
Returning to his own mind, Harry raised a hand. He banished Akeno wandlessly, sending her sprawling onto her back on the floor. Stepping forward, pulling free from Rias's grip, Harry dropped onto his knees on top of Akeno, pinning her down with his scrotum pressing on her ribs. When Akeno looked at him, he slapped her. Akeno gasped. He'd not done it as hard as he could, but it was still a heavy blow. As she recovered, Harry wrapped his fingers around her throat.
"Hold still," he commanded.
Akeno really didn't have a choice. Harry squeezed her throat until she gasped, then let go, leaving behind finger marks around her neck.
He pushed his huge penis into the Grand Canyon style chasm between her comically big boobs. Harry grabbed her nipples, causing Akeno to gasp again. Drawing back his hips, he started to fuck her chest as if it was a pussy while at the same time pulling her breasts up.
He twisted her nipples in harsh patterns while his cock pumped between them, making Akeno's body sting. She writhed underneath him, smiling widely. He'd known she was a freak from one look inside her mind. And with freaks, you had to treat them a little differently.
He let go of her breasts, slapped them both hard, then grabbed the nipples and twisted again, all in a matter of seconds.
"Ahhhhhhh!" Akeno moaned in ecstasy.
"Are all devils this slutty?" Harry asked.
"It… comes with the territory!" Akeno gasped.
"Did anyone tell YOU to speak?" Harry asked, his voice full of disgust.
Akeno moaned, orgasming just from the disrespect in his voice. Devils really were different.
Using her nipples, Harry pulled her tits together, making them tighter around his dick. These boobs really were (ironically) heavenly. They were so warm, thick, and soft, that Harry quickly dumped his load. His cockhead busted out of her cleavage, spraying cum all over her gorgeous face. Akeno's eyes rolled up in her head, while she obediently opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue as Harry's seed splattered over her.
When the last of it squirted out, Harry gave her another slap, this one scattering drops of semen across the floor and the magical circle. Her cheek a bright pink, Akeno giggled to herself.
Harry stood up, his dick still rock hard, and stretched, before turning to Rias.
"Well little devil?" he asked. "Do you think you can handle this?"
Rias was staring at her friend. She couldn't tear her eyes away. The lighthearted teasing she arrived with had disappeared. Harry stepped closer, tilting up her face with a finger under her chin.
"Get down there and clean her up," he commanded.
Rias jolted. "I'm Underworld royalty!" she said. "Don't just order me around!"
"I'll be honest. I don't care who you are." Harry pushed two fingers between her legs, causing Rias to hiss. He slid his fingers down her slit, where they came away slick and wet. "All I see is a horny girl with a job to do."
Rias shivered, still able to feel his magic washing over her and filling the room. She dropped onto her hands and knees, stretching out her big pink tongue and licking her friend's face. Going crazy with lust, Akeno quickly began licking her back, until soon they were making out.
Harry dropped down between Akeno's legs, listening to the devils loudly smooch on each other while Fleur moaned in the background. Sighing, Harry gestured with his hand.
Rias suddenly floated up and moved around, her body being manipulated by Harry's magic. She rotated until she was parallel with Akeno, then dropped down. Their huge tits were mashed together, while their smooth calves and thick thighs became tangled together. Their pussies, both totally shaved, were left stacked on top of each other.
"Pucker up," Harry said.
He thrusted into Akeno first. His dick pounded her, and despite her promiscuous aura and the experienced way she always carried herself, she was extremely tight. Harry heard her moan into Rias's mouth as he slammed her womb. Grinning, Harry brought his hips up to full speed.
Even though he wasn't inside of Rias, in this position, he slammed into both their bodies with every thrust. As he fucked Akeno, he reached down and pinched her thighs, causing little sparks of pain that only made her pussy squeeze him tighter. As Harry grew more excited, he grabbed Rias's ass, his fingers sinking in extremely deep as they got a good grip.
Rias and Akeno broke their kiss, Rias gasping.
"How does he feel?" she asked eagerly.
"He's huge!" Akeno moaned. "Bigger than any devil I've been with!"
"That big?" Rias asked.
"Oh, Rias," Akeno gasped. "He's perfect for this!"
"Perfect for what?" Harry asked, leaning forward and pressing his torso to Rias's back, turning her into the filling on an Akeno-Harry sandwich.
"Nothing!" Rias squeaked.
Harry's hands slid up her body, dragging along her sides until they reached her neck, where he gripped her softly but authoritatively, letting her feel his calloused fingers.
"Answer," he said.
"There's another devil," Akeno moaned. "Rias has to—"
"Akeno!" Rias said.
"Has to what?" Harry asked.
Akeno didn't answer, but slowly, Rias did.
"I have to lose my virginity," she mumbled. "As soon as possible."
"Ah," Harry said. "Eloping. A classic."
Rias blushed. "How could you have possibly dealt with that?"
"I've done it before," Harry said. "Purebloods here are similar. It's an arranged marriage, I'm sure. The Greengrass sisters were in that kind of thing. The Carrow twins were as well. They both came to me, because their sad little pureblood husbands couldn't handle receiving a non-virgin… and I fucked their pretty little brains out. Just like this."
Harry pulled his dick out of Akeno and pushed it into Rias. She really was a devil, despite her appearance, because she handled the snapping of her hymen with little more than a soft gasp. Harry slid inside of her, deeper and deeper past slick wet folds, until he slammed into her womb.
She was twice as tight as Akeno, a sinful virgin with a body to die for. Harry wrapped his arm around her neck, putting her in something like a chokehold, and rolled to the side. He pulled Rias off of Akeno, so that he was lying on his back and her breasts were pointing toward the ceiling. In this position, with her thick thighs pressing onto his muscular ones, Harry's cock was a blur thrusting in and out of her tight pussy.
"Akeno," Harry said. "Service us."
The other devil, who he'd inferred was Rias's servant even if they were friends as well, rolled over and crawled around. While Harry's penis ransacked Rias's insides. Akeno used two fingers and her tongue to stimulate Rias's clit. Akeno's enormous tits pressed against their thighs as she did this, turning Harry on even more.
"What happens if I cum inside a devil?" he asked.
"Their fertility rates are abysmal," Fleur said. "That's why we veela started mating with humans instead, so that over time we could create offspring. You could cum inside these girls a thousand times without getting them pregnant."
"Good to know," Harry said.
The next time he thrusted, he let loose and painted Rias's insides with a man's mark for the first time in her nearly immortal life.
She screamed. Harry could feel her throat bulging in the crook of his elbow. He reached around groping her breasts for fun as he finished cumming. When juices dripped out of her pussy, running down his cock onto his balls, Akeno didn't hesitate for a second before licking them up.
Suddenly, Rias screamed.
It seemed she thought they were done. They really ought to have asked Fleur for more details, if they thought it was going to be that easy. Harry went back to thrusting, holding Rias in the same position, his dick not even close to soft.
"Be a good devil," Harry said, squeezing the boob he was holding. "Let's see if you can keep my dick busy all night."
Akeno pulled her tongue up, staring at Harry past Rias's body. "That's an exaggeration, right?" she asked nervously.
"I guess it wasn't completely accurate," Harry admitted. "My record is fourteen hours in a row. So really, a bit more than a night."
As she watched Rias mewl and scream while Harry fucked her, Akeno's eyes had started to resemble dinner plates.
"Oh," she said. "We're in danger."
Fleur released a musical laugh as she fingered herself fiercely, cumming at the sight of Harry bending two elite devils to his will.
LINE BREAK
A rooster crowed outside. The sun leaked in the window, bathing the bedroom floor in light. The magic circle was still there, although parts of it had been rubbed away by excessive lovemaking on top of it. As the rooster's call faded, other noises could be heard: soft groans, loud claps, and even louder high pitched screaming.
Fleur Delacour howled, pinned down in bed with her legs sticking straight up. Harry was on top of her, powering into her with his hips. The bed screamed beneath them, the headboard thumping into the wall. Harry bent forward and bit his wife's jiggling breasts, adding to the dozens of marks already dotting them.
With an even louder scream, Fleur hurled her head back and orgasmed. Harry came too, filling her up. He was still cumming when he pulled out. Looking down, Harry watched his cock go limp, failing to rise again.
"Whew." Harry mopped his brow, smiling. "That was a tough night, right girls? Girls?"
Looking around, he found Fleur passed out beneath him, her eyes rolled up inside of her skull. Akeno was hanging off the footboard, her incredible ass still raised from the last pounding she took. Rias, meanwhile, was on her back on the floor, her legs spread. All three of them were leaking cum with more of it scattered across their bodies.
"Huh," he said, looking down at himself, sweaty but still conscious. "I guess there are some things not even a deal with the devils are enough to achieve."
He stood up, stretched, and walked to the kitchen to prepare breakfast. They would be hungry when they woke up. He knew Fleur always was.
And he expected to hear more about this "arranged marriage" business Rias had gotten him mixed up in.
Something told him, deep down, that his business with these young devils was far from over. In fact, it felt like the door had just been opened to a whole new world.
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