Harry studied his reflection in a very large, extremely rich looking mirror. The entire room must have cost a fortune. There wasn't a single part that didn't reek of wealthy extravagance, from the enormous reflective surface he was using to the heavy red draperies to the carved door, which was currently shut and locked.
When his hands finished adjusting a tie at the top of his tuxedo, Harry nodded and looked over his shoulder. "How do I look?"
Fleur smirked, one of her eyebrows curving up. She looked absolutely gorgeous wearing a sheer blue dress that barely clung to her large breasts and showed off the full curve of her hips. Harry was sure it looked just as good from behind, too, but he hadn't gotten the chance to check that yet.
"I think your tie is perfect," she said. "Now all that's left is the lower half."
Harry laughed, although it turned into a groan.
His pants were still unbuttoned, while his underwear had been pushed down to let his large thick penis jut out. Akeno and Rias both kneeled in front of him, taking turns slurping desperately on him.
They were both wearing dresses as nice as Fleur's. Rias was in a red gown, while Akeno wore a backless black one. Their choices offered plenty of cleavage, which was currently glistening with fallen spit. Rias looked up at him, cross eyed, while she bobbed her head along his huge meat stick. Akeno had ducked down, licking his testicles while her master and best friend worked. Rias went all the way down, planting a firm kiss on Harry's base that left a visible lipstick mark, then pulled all the way back.
As soon as his dick was out of Rias's mouth, she and Akeno swapped. The dark haired beauty kept her eyes half closed as her cheeks hollowed while she sucked. Harry could hear soft choking sounds when she took him in her throat. They were offered voluntarily; everyone knew that if there was one person who didn't have a gag reflex, it had to be Akeno.
Harry couldn't help but pay more attention to Rias, though. Here they were in her family's absurdly wealthy mansion, the home of one of (apparently) the most powerful devil families in the whole underworld, basically nonhuman royalty… and their only daughter was currently lapping at his ballsack like a common servant.
Akeno's lipstick was a very dark red, nearly black, while Rias's was as bright as a cherry. You could see marks of both along not just Harry's shaft, but his abs and upper thighs as well. Harry reached down, petting the head of his 'master' and her servant. Akeno shuddered at the touch, looking like she might've orgasmed.
"We don't 'ave time for you two to change clothes!" Fleur said crossly. "Do not get too excited!"
Harry's hand slid around Akeno's head, grabbing onto her ponytail. He used it like a handle to pull her off of his dick. When her mouth was empty, Akeno couldn't help but open her lips, stretching them to try and get one more taste of Harry.
It wasn't to be, because Harry had other plans. He spent a moment looking down, admiring again how the fiery haired Gremory princess looked kneeling underneath him, sucking his testacles one at a time. Still holding Akeno away, Harry stepped forward while moving his hips back.
His sack slid out of Rias's wet lips. She gasped, smacking them together, but they weren't empty for long. Harry's dick, angled down, quickly slid into her mouth and throat. His pelvis smacked against her lips, jolting Rias's head.
With nothing else to do, Rias shut her turquoise eyes and sat there with her legs bent, holding her knees, while her throat was fucked.
Harry went easier than he would have on her pussy, but it was still enough to cause some very wet noises as he roughly used her throat. Akeno gasped as she watched, her fingers shooting toward her crotch. Before they could get there, though, magic rope spread around them, binding her wrists together.
"No fair!" Akeno whined.
"I told you not to get messy!" Fleur said. "We are about to be running late. Let 'im finish."
Harry's whole body moved as he jammed his dick into Rias's throat. You could watch her neck bulge out when he was inside of her. Harry was thrilled to find how much more durable devils were than humans… although his wife had never had problems handling things like this. Then again, maybe that was the diluted devil blood in her.
Or Fleur was just one horny slut.
Growling, Harry sheathed himself in Rias, pressing down on her from above as her nose was pressed flat. The balls she had so kindly attended to tightened, offering her a milky form of thanks. Harry's load poured out inside of Rias's neck, which bulged even further as she dutifully swallowed load after load.
Five minutes later the four of them were leaving the dressing room. Akeno was giving her usual vaguely seductive smile while Rias had a satisfied smirk on her face. There was no sign that the two of them had been on their knees pleasuring him so recently. No one would ever guess.
Tonks was waiting outside. Her dress was red like Rias's was, with a deep cut on the backside that stopped just above her ass. She and Harry exchanged a look when he emerged.
"Ready?" Harry asked.
"I won't let our esteemed teacher down, after how she went out of her way for us," Tonks said cheekily.
Sona was supposed to be in attendance tonight. She had to call in sick on late notice, however, as she was just too exhausted to attend. That was probably Harry and Tonks's fault.
In fairness, the two of them learned better when there were dirty rewards up for grabs for doing well in their lessons. Sona had been very happily put through the ringer, and was now staying home in Kuoh Town to sleep off a long week of tutoring and fucking.
She'd done her bit. Harry was so well drilled on every important family and their servants that he knew exactly who to be wary of… And who to seek out.
Approaching the ballroom, Fleur walked on one side of Harry, looking every part a regal noble lady. As they walked, Harry slipped his hand into hers. She accepted it without looking. Tonks grabbed his other hand, drawing a jealous look from Rias, which amused Akeno thoroughly.
As much as the Gremory would love to make her arrival holding Harry's hand, she knew it would attract too much bad attention. The goal for tonight was to keep Harry from standing out or being targeted.
Well, that was Rias's goal, anyway.
The moment that they entered a large ballroom together, dozens of devils looked at them. They didn't make any effort to hide where their attention was. Unfortunately for them, Harry had been the subject of attention since he started school. It would take more than that to phase him.
"Shall we try the snacks?" he asked.
The four of them crossed the ballroom, heading toward a long table that was covered with all kinds of foods and drinks, however they were cut off before they could reach it.
"Hey there!" said a handsome red haired man, appearing pretty much out of nowhere in their path. "You must be Harry, right?"
His resemblance to Rias was striking. He was tall, though, and gave off a certain aura. It reminded Harry of being eleven and standing in the presence of Dumbledore. Their vibes were different, but the intimidating edge was the same.
"That I am," Harry said. "You must be Sirzechs."
"I am!" said the man. He was smiling broadly, but it seemed stuck in place. "Listen, I'm really grateful to you for stepping in with Riser. Our parents were being pricks, and my position wouldn't really let me get involved…"
get it," Harry said. "It all ended well, right?"
Sirzechs laughed really hard. "Ended well… Yeah, I guess it did for you… Because now you get to be close to my sister!"
You might think, based on the words that were being said, that Sirzechs was congratulating him. But he didn't sound happy. In spite of his grin, Sirzechs' laughter was actually pretty manic.
"I'll be frank, Harry." Sirzechs leaned toward him, smiling with his eyes closed. "I don't trust you one bit. Rias seems to like you… But boys your age get all kinds of ideas. Your help has been appreciated, as long as you don't think it entitles you to anything."
"I'd never ask Rias to do anything she doesn't want to do," Harry said.
"Oho? And what if she asked you to do something her brother wouldn't like?" Sirzechs asked.
"It's obvious, isn't it?" Harry said. "I taught Riser a lesson so that Rias could choose her own life. I'd do it again in a heartbeat. So whatever she chooses, I'll honor that… Whether it upsets pureblood devils, or even her brother."
Harry's belief was that honesty was the best policy in important matters. Even if that meant giving unpopular answers to arguably the most powerful devil in existence, upsetting him so much that black and red flames formed around his hands, and his grin taking on a decidedly dangerous edge.
"Brother!" Rias shouted. Devils behind them were beginning to run for cover.
Harry drew his wand. He was ready to protect himself if need be. But before Sirzechs could do anything, two women appeared behind him, smacking the back of his head from opposite sides.
One was Venelana Gremory. As a devil, Sirzech's mother barely looked any different in age from him, with her brown hair and wrinkle free skin. She hit him so hard that her huge bust jiggled in its tight dress from the motion.
The other woman was Grayfia, who for once wasn't glaring at Harry. She was giving her husband a thoroughly disapproving look.
"Don't make a scene at your son's birthday party," she said.
The menacing flames extinguished as Sirzechs rubbed the back of his head.
"Come on!" he said. "I was just going to test him a little."
"You'd do it wrong," Venelana said. "You just wanted an excuse to get rid of him. Grayfia, get him out of here."
Grayfia pinched Rias's older brother's cheek, dragging him away while he cried and whined but didn't fight back.
"I'm sorry about that," Venelana said. "He's never been able to think all that clearly when it comes to Rias."
"Tell me about it!" Rias huffed.
"Thanks for the help," Harry said.
Venelana smiled. "You're polite! However, I can't accept your thanks. It's my fault in the first place for raising such an unruly son. I fear he's not the only one who is upset, either."
Harry felt stares from all around the ballroom, accompanied by whispers. His eyes scanned the assorted devils, spotting distinctive characteristics to help him identify which family they might come from.
He could feel that all of them were judging him, searching for weaknesses to exploit, which was perfectly fine. They weren't the only ones doing it.
Before he turned back to Venelana, Harry spotted a young couple who were glaring at him particularly intensely. The woman had dark black hair and bright orange eyes. It was her partner that Harry was more interested in. He had one of the most aggressive stares in the room, holding his wine glass in a way that might break it. His spiky silver hair (and his obvious dislike of Harry) meant he was likely from the Amon Clan, based on what Sona's lessons said.
They were a clan ranked within the top 10 of all the old devil families… And a clan with heavy ties to the Rank 1 Clan, the Baels. Harry made sure to make eye contact with the Amon devil before he looked away, which only angered the devil further.
Finally, Harry faced Venelana again.
"I'll weather the storm," Harry said mildly.
"Well, I admire your confidence," Venelana said. "I hope that it's not arrogance."
"My 'Arry is very good at backing up 'is words," Fleur promised her.
Venelana turned to her and Tonks. "And who might you two ladies be?"
"I am 'Arry's wife, and ze first member of 'is peerage," Fleur said.
"His peerage!" Venelan said, clearly taken aback. It seemed that Rias shared only the utmost basics with her mother.
Before Harry could follow the conversation further, his sleeve was pulled on with a shocking amount of strength. He was dragged away from Fleur and Tonks by a short, white haired Nekomata.
Harry stumbled briefly, then sorted his feet out and allowed Koneko to drag him through the party, assuming that she had a reason for her actions.
She did have a reason, it turned out! A very mercenary reason.
Koneko (who was in a white dress with a short bottom that barely reached her knees) took Harry to a balcony at the edge of the party. Waiting there was Ravel Phenex, dressed up for the party. Koneko held her hand out as soon as they got close, and Ravel placed a big lollypop into her palm.
"Good doing business with you," Koneko said in a quiet monotone.
"Have I just been bought with a lollipop?" Harry asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I only bought a little bit of your time," Ravel said. "Not that I was desperate to see you, or anything!"
"Of course not," Harry said. "How have you been, Ravel?"
She played with one of her blond curls. "I've been quite well. I wanted to write to you, but Mother stopped me. She was worried that I would cause "A political incident." Whatever that means!"
"What's this? Is the youngest daughter of the Phenex Clan trying to elope with Rias's newest peerage member?" Akeno asked, sauntering up to the group. "How scandalous!"
"It's not like THAT," Ravel insisted. "I didn't even write anything incriminating! Unless… Maybe it was the nude photos that upset her?"
"If your mother found your nudes being sent to a man, that's almost definitely what upset her," Rias said, arriving behind Akeno. "Mom would be so disappointed in me if that happened. Not because I sent them, but because she caught me. If Grayfia was the one who found out…"
Rias shivered. The balcony was becoming crowded, with Harry wedged between four different gorgeous devils, two of them purebloods from the 72 pillars. Attention had never really left him since he arrived at the party. Now, seeing the company he was keeping, Harry was REALLY getting looks.
The first one to act on their displeasure was the silver haired boy Harry had picked out of the crows before; the one from the Vassago clan.
He stepped in between Rias and Akeno, forcing them to jump apart or else rub arms with him. It was clearly on purpose, as even that little bit of skin contact seemed to invigorate the male devil. He thrusted his—empty—wine glass at Harry.
"Reincarnated one. Get me a drink," he slurred.
Obviously, he'd already had a couple of drinks. Harry would've preferred if he was sober, but he could work with this. It would make him more malleable.
"Eneely," Rias said. "I'm sure there are plenty of people at this party who would appreciate your company, your fiance included. So why don't you go back to them?"
"Don't worry Rias, I won't bother you," Eneely said. "I was talking to him. Hey, did you not hear me? Refill my glass!"
"Fuck off and shove your drink up your ass," Harry said.
Ravel gasped. The others looked taken aback as well, including the handful of devils close enough to eavesdrop on the conversation. Eneely was stunned stupid for a few seconds. When he processed what Harry said, he crushed the glass in his hand and started gathering magical power.
"What did you say to me?" he said. "I ought to duel you for such an insult—"
"An officially presided duel, with an arbiter, on the basis of resolving a disagreement, in accordance with the Commandments of Lillith?" Harry said.
"Uh…" Eneely said.
He hadn't expected Harry to be versed in their customs. When he used the word duel, it was meant to be a threat that would leave Harry cowering, but Harry had no fear. Instead, he twisted it into an offer for legal combat decided upon by both parties.
According to the lessons from Sona, it was a frowned upon practice these days, after it had been curtailed when the 72 Pillars started dying off. It turns out, letting devils fight (sometimes to the death) over petty grievances was a good way to speed up population decline.
Though unpopular, it was TECHNICALLY still legal though, only because the precedent came directly from the teachings of Lillith, the mother of all devils. Even the current Satans couldn't outlaw something she created… They could just discourage it, heavily.
"Harry," Rias said in a strained voice, "this isn't what we discussed—"
It wasn't what Grayfia wanted either… But Harry was confident in this course of action. He wouldn't kill Eneely, he'd just make an example out of him. With luck, Eneely's father would then challenge Harry. If he beat the head of a powerful clan in battle, Harry imagined most of his political opponents would think twice about targeting him or his master. This was the most efficient way to protect Rias; by making it clear he wasn't to be fucked with.
He was pretty sure he could beat an ordinary family head, too. Even if they were an Ultimate Class devil, they were certain to be weaker than someone like Grayfia, so Harry liked his chances— What was that sound?
Everyone on the balcony forgot about the emotionally charged situation as they heard a high pitched sound. It kept getting louder. It started to sound like… A scream?
"—OOOOOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUUU!"
A devil sized shape hurtled through the sky of the underworld, carried by bat wings and garbed in bright pink, and they didn't slow down when they got close to the balcony. Harry's eyes widened and he barely got his wand out before he was grabbed.
His body was carried across the ballroom in an instant, over the head of every partygoer, including a small redheaded kid surrounded by gifts who must've been Millicas Gremory. Rias's cousin's eyes sparkled, his mouth hanging open as he watched one of his guests get carried into the wall.
Harry conjured a shield behind his back to prevent his bodies from being damaged, which proved extremely necessary. Only a second later, the entire wall exploded and he was carried out onto the lawn.
A hush fell over the ballroom as everyone stared at the hole in the wall, wondering how dared risk Sircechs Lucifer's wrath by disrupting his son's birthday.
Only Sirzechs himself had fast enough eyes to see and understand what they just witnessed. He had only one word to say: "SERAFALL!"
The Underworld's Leviathan had just stolen Harry Potter.
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