Chapter 3
AN: Here's chapter three of the original story, again nothing hs changed much other than a few corrections so please enjoy and review.
Harry's residence
Kuoh town, Japan
One month later
Harry inhaled deeply as he woke up on his bed in his new residence in Kuoh town. The light of the dawning sun was barely peeking over the horizon, yet he felt refreshed as if he'd slept for twelve hours instead of the three he'd actually slept.
Harry closed his eyes with a smile as he felt a weight shift onto his legs as a skilled tongue started to work on his length. As he lied on his back receiving his usual morning wake-up call, Harry thought back on the past month since his decision to settle down somewhat.
After acquiring his two new 'pets', Harry had moved them all to one of his residences in Kyoto. It wasn't much, little more than a Japanese-style home with a single floor. More of a bachelor pad than a residence, really. The only reason Harry had it was because a previous Lord Potter had had a love for Japan and built as a sort of get-away from time to time. Despite not having been used in almost a century, it had been kept well-furnished and up to date by the house-elves stationed there so he had little to improve when he moved in. The most he had to do was make his own additions to the ward schemes, making it near-impenetrable.
Harry was very glad that he'd kept his magic when he transformed into a vampire. Most wizards turned vampires lose their magic due to the venom of the transformation destroying their magical core. However, since Harry's transformation was done by Death itself rather than any biological component, she could control what was destroyed and what wasn't. Apparently, the thought of her Avatar being able to use magic was too tempting to pass up and she'd made sure to keep his magical core intact.
Harry was glad for it, since it allowed him to continue to use magic, even learning new and esoteric magic during his travels. During his learning of new magics, Harry realized it wasn't strange that Voldemort fell to darkness. Even if he hadn't been a homicidal maniac before his travels began, learning the magics of ancient times would have done him no favors. Before the rise of wands, most wizards either relied on learning magic from devils (who extracted cruel payments for leaning their teachings) or by using blood rituals to enact it.
Needless to say, learning powerful rituals that made the body stronger but needed the blood of innocents to work would have corrupted anyone.
Either way, this meant Harry learned much about ancient magics during his travels, helped along by Death who knew every secret hiding place in the world. Harry could honestly say that the wards surrounding in his Kyoto residence were so powerful that if every single Satan were to use all their power to try and breach them, half the world might disappear but the house and surrounding land would be untouched.
This privacy allowed Harry time to both get his affairs in order while he waited for his new home in Kuoh to be ready and to train in his new pets. It had finally been finished a week ago and they'd promptly moved in, after Harry installed every single ward he knew for protection obviously, his pets eager to move in their soon-to-be permanent home with their beloved master.
Speaking of his pets...
Harry let out a low moan before he looked down at the one giving him his morning wake-up call.
Raynare was lying on his legs, sucking and slurping on his cock with a reverent expression on her face, as if nothing made her happier than to be nursing on his cock, pleasing him. A muffled groan escaped him as she quickly worked him down her tight throat, a small slurping sound breaking the silence. Her eyes were closed in bliss, her cheeks hollowing around his meat as it disappeared between those soft red lips. He could feel her nimble tongue lathering it with saliva. Wanting to extend the feeling, he used all his willpower to hold back for as long as possible.
He felt her lips against the root of his cock, the head now firmly lodged in the tightly constricting passage of her throat. Knowing from previous times that he enjoyed it, Raynare started swallowing around him, the undulating muscles doing everything to milk his seed from him. Truly, his pet was talented in the art of cock-sucking.
Any further thoughts were scrambled as Raynare pulled her head back, her small tongue lavishing the crown before sucking it back in to the hilt, humming in joy as he was encased in a tight, wet, burning heat. God but she was exceptionally talented at this. He had expected it of course, having been a Fallen Angel that lived for millennia and no doubt had bedded dozens of men before, but it was another thing entirely to experience it.
Harry smiled at her obvious bliss as she continued to suck on his cock and rubbed her head affectionately. "Good girl."
Raynare almost glowed under the praise and continued to suckle on him skillfully, eager to please. Harry sighed in pleasure at the feeling before looking up at the ceiling with a happy sigh. It was funny but a month ago this very Fallen Angel despised him and would have done anything to kill him and escape. Of course, after their re-education, that was no longer an issue.
Harry's eyes once more drifted down to the Fallen Angel pleasing him, specifically her naked back. Inscribed there, invisible to the naked eye, was an incredibly complex runic tattoo. One so complex that anyone who saw it would know Harry was nothing less than a runemaster.
Harry had grown up from the foolish, trusting boy he had been when he was young. When his new pets had woken up, he had explained to them that the choices were service under him or death. While they seemed begrudgingly accepting of the circumstances, he knew better than to trust they wouldn't betray him in some way.
Therefore, his first of action before they even woke up was to inscribe an old modified runic slave 'collar' on their backs. He had discovered the technique from an old Egyptian crypt of a particular cruel magical high priest. The runic 'collar' caused unimaginable pain to the bearer when he or she disobeyed the one who inscribed it on them. It also had runes that punished them if they thought negatively about their 'master' or planned rebellion.
It was a particularly inventive, if cruel, way to modify someone's behavior. No one liked pain after all and slowly the one wearing the runic collar would subconsciously avoid anything that would cause pain. In other words, they would start to actively do their best to obey any and all commands to avoid the pain.
However, Harry considered the runic array crude at best. Harry's was different and it was really subjective whether it was worse or not.
Harry was of the opinion that pain alone never guaranteed loyalty. After all, Voldemort regularly Crucioed his followers with even a hint of being disloyal and that didn't stop Snape from turning spy, did it? A horse only ever offered a stick without a carrot would eventually rebel regardless of how much pain it might cause.
Therefore, Harry had modified his runic collar to be different in several ways. For one, unlike the original which only had one setting of "excruciating pain" and "nothing", Harry's had several. Negative thoughts about him would only get a bad feeling through their body, as if continuing that line of thought would end badly for them which increased to pain the more they thought about it. Plans to escape or rebel, however, caused low-level pain throughout their body which increased the more they thought about it.
Instead of causing pain if they attempted to harm him, the runic collar simply prevented it by locking every muscle in their body when they tried. For example, if they tried to attack him, all their muscle would instantly lock into place, preventing them from moving as well as alerting Harry as to the attempt in which case he would punish them himself. It also still caused them pain when they actively disobeyed an order, getting worse as time passed, therefore keeping them in line.
However, the truly different thing about it was that it caused them pleasure whenever they obeyed one of his commands or pleased him in some way. The pleasure they received was usually sexual in nature, which is why Harry would only ever apply it on women. The thought about the effects this would have on a man gave him the shivers.
This addition made it so, ever so slowly; their thoughts toward him would not only stop them from disobeying him but slowly make them actively want to please him. No one wanted to feel pain, after all, especially if the alternative is pleasure. This caused them to ever so slowly think of him as their master in a positive way until now they were almost reverently devoted to him, eager to obey his every command.
Despite how monstrous this may sound, Harry was not a bad person. He only applied this to them since they were technically prisoners of war and therefore, not trustworthy in the least. He also wasn't cruel to them, giving impossible orders just to see them squirm in pain when they failed. He had altered the runic collar so if they failed their orders for reasons beyond their control then they wouldn't feel pain.
No need to punish them for something that wasn't their fault. Harry remembered vividly how that felt while living with the Dursley's.
He also treated them kindly, even training them to become stronger; something he knew had surprised them greatly. They had thought they were basically meant to be sex toys and while he certainly wanted that from them, he wasn't going to force them. He wasn't a rapist and they would come willingly eventually. The runic collar made it impossible for them to orgasm under anyone's hands but his, even their own and eventually, the constant pleasurable stimulation from obeying his orders would become too much.
He was also very protective of them. No matter what the circumstances, they were now his and he was very protective of what was his. He still remembered with a growl when that arrogant Fallen Angel Kokabiel appeared in order to kill them for 'failing their mission'. Well, the arrogant prick certainly learned his lesson when Harry ripped of five of his wings, beat him within an inch of his life before letting him crawl away like a worm. Harry had purposefully let the bastard escape as a message to all who would seek to harm his pets in any way.
This event was probably the final tipping point which caused his new pets to became sincerely (and in Raynare's case, reverently) devoted to him. In a way, Harry could see that he had probably taken the place of God of the Bible in their eyes, serving him with the same vigor and blind devotion they had their former father.
He would be lying if he said the slight worship didn't bother him but there was little he could do. Out of his pets, Raynare was the only one who really acted like he was someone to be worshiped, Kalawarner being more sedate in their devotion. Harry knew it was because of Raynare's inferiority complex mixed with her very well-hidden submissive streak. Raynare had Fallen out of love for Azazel only to be rejected by him at every turn, causing her to have deeply hidden fears of rejection. So when Harry not only took her in but defended her, she quickly became attached, terrified of losing him.
The demonstration of his true power probably made them even more devoted, as it were. Like all Fallen, they were attracted to power and the fact that he was far more powerful than the God of the Bible was even in his prime probably made him even more of a candidate as a replacement God in their eyes.
It didn't matter either way though. All that mattered was that they were now completely and sincerely devoted and loyal to him. If they continued to do well and prove their loyalty he might even take the runic collars off and rise them to the position of 'mistress' or 'lover'. He was already fucking both Raynare and Kalawarner but as a 'mistress' or 'lover', they'd have more authority in the household than they did now as 'pets'.
Well, Kalawarner might become a 'mistress' or 'lover'. Raynare actually seemed to revel in being his pet, her submissive streak meaning she got off on it. She probably would take the taking off of her collar as his abandoning her so it was probably best to keep it on. It wasn't as though it did any harm now that she'd been broken in and it actually amplified her pleasure by enhancing it with his own.
Harry felt the pressure in his balls building but saw no need to warn her, she knew the signs by now. As expected, Raynare's pace increased, drawing her head back to suckle on the tip before forcing it down her tight throat again and again, the slick narrow entrance in the back of her mouth feeling divine. When the tension finally snapped he was sheathed deep again, his thick load was shooting down her throat as she swallowed around him, the rippling muscles doing their best to draw every last drop from his balls.
The orgasm was incredible and he was certain he was painting her insides white, wad after wad being hungrily gulped down, though the girl showing no signs of slowing down. Looking down he could see her lips curve into a reverent smile around his shaft, her cheeks still hollowed out as the suction increased. The tight wet passage gave him no mercy and he could only twitch on the bed as the last of his seed was swallowed.
After what felt like an eternity the suction finally eased, letting him take his first deep breath since the start of the orgasm. As always, Raynare was reluctant to release him, doing it ever so slowly, making sure every inch was cleaned by her eager tongue as she slowly raised her head. His Fallen Angel pet had become quite a cock-whore in the last month and was almost as eager to suck his dick as he was happy to have it sucked.
He shuddered at the feeling, but could not fault the girl for her eagerness. With a last strong suckle of the tip she released him, letting out a small wet pop before swallowing what was left in her mouth with a look of rapture on her face.
Harry let out a sigh of relief as his orgasm passed. "Now that's the perfect way to wake up."
Raynare glowed at the praise before once more trying to coax his cock back to hardness, no doubt this time to introduce him into her wet cunt. While he certainly wasn't averse to a good fucking to start the day, he reminded Raynare of a certain responsibility of hers.
"While I'd love to continue this, pet," said Harry huskily as he reluctantly stopped her attempts to bring him back to hardness. "You have a lot to do today, remember? You wanted the responsibility of being my personal butler/bodyguard which puts you in charge of the household until we can find someone to fill the position of head maid. You have to go tell them what to make for breakfast as well as divide their responsibilities. So go do that and while you're at it, tell Kalawarner to come attend me."
Raynare had a jealous pout on her face at being denied her master's cock and the fact her fellow Fallen would probably get it instead. "There's no need to call in Kalawarner, master. I can please you and then go do my job afterwards."
Harry raised an eyebrow at her while looking at her sternly. "Are you questioning my orders?"
Raynare paled and shook her head quickly. "No, Master!" She pouted and looked at him with pleading eyes. "I just... you haven't touched me in three days, Master. Have I... displeased you?"
Harry just smiled and pulled her up to cuddle her naked body into his side, where she eagerly pressed her curvaceous naked body against his. "Of course not, pet. I've just been busy. I didn't mean to neglect you. Tell you what, if you manage to gain your third pair of wings while training today before my noon meeting then I'll spend all day tomorrow with you."
Raynare looked ecstatic and blushed shyly at the idea of spending all day with her beloved master. Nodding happily in agreement, Raynare picked up her outfit (custom-made according to Harry's specifications) from where she'd discarded it on the floor and went to take a quick shower before getting started on her duties. After breakfast, she would start her training until a little before noon where she would accompany her master to his meeting.
Harry chuckled at his pet's actions before turning when Death astralized on the desk chair, wearing her usual mouth-watering outfit that emphasized her curves. "You've certainly broken that one in completely," mused Death in amusement. "Though why did you agree to spending a day with her? She's just a pet."
"Perhaps," agreed Harry noncommittally, absently wondering what he should do today. "But I have to reward them somehow and she is very close to getting her third pair of wings soon. All she needs is some extra motivation. Plus, spending an entire day with her is not that much of a sacrifice."
"Especially since I doubt you two will leave this bedroom," said Death knowingly. "That girl is so submissive to you that she'll want to do whatever you want to do and be ecstatic. You could do nothing but use her as a cum dumpster all day and she'd be just as devoted to you as ever. Probably more so, actually."
Harry shrugged it off. "That may a side effect of the runic array. It does make them extremely eager to please me since my pleasure becomes their pleasure."
"I see," said Death in amusement. "And you're just a poor, innocent bystander who has no choice but to make the sacrifice to keep them happy."
Harry put on a false look of resignation, even as his eyes danced in amusement. "It's hard but happy pets mean a happy home. If that means I have to have sex with them day in and day out then that's just a sacrifice I'm going to have to make."
Death laughed loudly at that, amused at her Avatar's shamelessness. "You never fail to amuse me, beloved. Though I have to say your means of ensuring their loyalty is both creative and... beneficial to you. No woman is so devoted as to the man she loves and those two worship the ground you walk on. Though why are you training them?"
"I'm supposed to be your Avatar who's only equal is Ophis and am only surpassed by Great Red," said Harry seriously. "Yet while I may be strong, I will be seen mostly by those that follow me. If my pets are weak, then I will be seen as weak. Therefore, the stronger they are, the better they'll reflect upon me. I plan to train them until they can each handle a god alone. Probably not a chieftain god like Odin or Zeus but even having a single Fallen Angel that can kill a god, much less two, will boost my reputation in the eyes of the world tremendously. If I'm going to rejoin the supernatural world, then I'm going to do it as a ruler, not as someone easily manipulated like that fool Ophis."
Death snorted in amusement. "True enough. I had thought my rival would be worth something but to find out she's being used as little more than a resource by the very group she founded is demeaning. Not to mention insulting since she's supposed to be our Opposite and Equal. That's the problem with Ophis and the concept of Infinity. It is death or at least the possibility of it that pushes people forward. That drives their ambition and makes them dream of a better and brighter future. For someone like Ophis who cannot be killed, she has little drive to do anything at all."
Harry snorted in agreement. "I guess. I just hope I never become like that. Anyway, did you investigate that strange feeling we've been getting for the past three weeks?"
At that, Death frowned. "I tried but I'm... unsure as what it could be. All I know is that it seems to emanate from this town, more specifically from that academy we visited yesterday."
"Kuoh Academy," said Harry in a whisper, his mind drifting back to a certain crimson-haired devil girl he slept with over a month ago. "I wonder if she goes to that academy."
"No doubt she does," said Death with a shrug. "The uniform she was wearing the time you met matches with the female Kuoh Academy uniform. It stands to reason that she attends the school in any case." Death gave him a strange look. "You've certainly thought a lot about this girl. More than any previous one-night stand. Perhaps this one is different?"
"Maybe," said Harry unsurely. "I just can't help but get the feeling that she's important for some reason."
"Perhaps," mused Death, not telling Harry her suspicions about the possible cause of what they were sensing. "But anyway, if you are going to build a group, you need more than just two Fallen Angels. You don't need a lot but certainly more than two. And you'll need something other than that runic array to ensure their loyalty. You can't use it on every woman you meet, after all."
"It would be easier if I could just turn them," said Harry in exasperation before turning grim. "But we've both seen the effect of that."
Originally, he had captured not only Kalawarner and Raynare but their other female companion, Mittelt as well. Wanting to test whether he could actually turn a Fallen Angel into a vampire, he had used Mittelt as a guinea pig, so to speak.
The result had been... disturbing.
It seemed like the inherent darkness of vampire venom, similar yet fundamentally different from devil darkness since it originated from Death instead wherever devils got theirs, had clashed horrifically with the Light inside the Fallen Angels' blood. He'd thought it wouldn't since Death had confirmed that there existed fallen angel-devil hybrids. But apparently either the method that devils used was more refined or the differences in the darkness between vampires and devils made it so the Light inside the Fallen Angels rejected the former easier than the latter. Or maybe it was just him being the Avatar of Death and another, normal vampire could turn a Fallen Angel easily.
Either way, the result was the same. Mittelt started to literally rip at the seams as the two opposing forces fought for dominance inside her, screaming in agony the whole time. Feeling pity for the poor girl, he had quickly put her out of her misery once he saw the attempt had failed.
Death and he had theorized that the Light inside Fallen Angels, even corrupted recognized the taint of Death in his venom and blood that was so very different from other vampires. Death told him that the God of the Bible always hated her, considering evil due to her nature and it was for this reason that biblical religious symbols did vampires harm, the latter being the 'progeny' of Death.
Sensing Death in his blood when he attempted to turn her, it had lashed out; trying to destroy the intruder and the struggle between them was what was killing Mittelt. They tentatively decided that until they could get more data, they had to conclude that turning Fallen Angels into vampires was out of their reach.
It was this failure that actually led Harry to using the runic array. He had wanted to use the sire bond to control them since it was less risky but with that impossible to implement, he'd had to use the array.
Harry was brought out of his musings when his bedroom door opened, revealing his second pet and personal secretary, Kalawarner. She was wearing nothing but a large towel that barely covered her massive bust and barely reached to mid-thigh, looking at him with absolute sin in her eyes.
"You called, Master?" purred Kalawarner with lust in her eyes. "Did you need me to... attend to you?"
Harry smirked at her. "Yes. I'm going to take a shower and I'll need someone to wash my back …. and other parts for me. Are you willing to do so?"
Kalawarner made a pose that enhanced her magnificent form with a smile. "I live to serve you, my lord."
"Yes," said Harry with a smirk as he ripped off her towel and lifted her up, making her wrap her legs around his waist and start to kiss his neck lustfully. "Yes, you do."
And with that, Harry carried his pet to the bath, where they spent the next hour 'cleaning up'.
Lemon start
Kalawarner kissed up and down her master's neck as he carried them into his private bathroom.
The bathroom was extremely large, having a shower big enough for seven people to use simultaneously and have plenty of elbow room. It had showerheads hanging from the ceiling so they could stand anywhere inside and still get showered easily enough. Harry had used it several times with both his pets since they'd moved in and they'd enjoyed it immensely, especially the inevitable activities done in there. There were also closed-off usual toilets and several sinks for when his pets wanted to pamper themselves after a wash. In one corner there was also a hot tub for more... private washings and he'd used it with each of his pet's one on one at least once.
But that was for when he had more time. He didn't have it right now so he carried his blue-haired pet to the shower.
Harry used his powers to open the glass door into the large shower area and stepped inside, the automatic showerheads overhead turning on once they entered to the perfect temperature. There were knobs along the far wall to adjust the temperature of the water manually but they were hardly needed most of the time.
Once inside, Harry and Kalawarner met in a scorching kiss, the former easily winning the tongue duel and plundering Kalawarner's mouth, much to her vocal joy. However, Harry quickly ended the kiss and put Kalawarner on her feet, much to her private protest.
"Attend to me, pet," said Harry huskily as he stood before her with his arms outstretched.
Kalawarner smiled lustfully and sayashed to where the bottle of soap was located, making sure to swing her hips and bring attention to her curvaceous rear. Even with the wet floor, she never missed a step and wouldn't have looked out of place on a runway. Grabbing the bottle of liquid soap, she placed a bit into a bath sponge before walking back to him with a lustful smile.
Harry smiled as Kalawarner started to lather him up, making sure to tease him by doing it gently all across his body, especially in his erogenous zones. She pressed her chest up against his back as she lathered up his front and did the same against his front when lathering his back, all the while laying kisses against every bit of skin she cleaned once the water washed the suds away.
Harry smirked as he felt her wetness and arousal when she pressed her front against his own. It was obvious by the way she was rubbing her core against his rock hard erection that she wanted nothing more but to impale herself on him and was barely holding herself back. He felt her appreciative and aroused looks as she lathered his muscled body, every bit of it defined and firm from hard exercise to keep in shape that only aroused her further.
Harry looked at the magnificent sight of the beauty standing before him as she lovingly worked on cleaning him, her incredible body wet from the shower, enhancing its beauty even further.
Harry knew he shouldn't favor either one of his pets over the other. It would breed competition and jealousy between them and that would detract from teamwork if it ever became necessary. However, if he was truly honest with himself, Kalawarner was his favorite by far.
Having traveled the world for the past decade and having bedded many women, Harry was more or less resistant to the usual women's beauty and charms. It took a woman that was truly exotic or special to grab his attention nowadays.
An example was the Rias girl he had slept with over a month ago. With her long hair that was such a dark red that it could only be called crimson, blue-green eyes and a figure that put most Playmates and supermodels to shame, she had been damn near irresistible to him. In contrast, his beloved pet, Raynare, was only slightly exotic with her violet eyes. Her black hair was comparatively normal and her figure, while quite curvaceous and fuck-worthy, wasn't truly out there in terms of attractiveness compared to other women he'd seen. It was Raynare's total and complete devotion as well as submissiveness that got his motor running and made her irreplaceable in his eyes.
In comparison, Kalawarner was eroticism and exotic to the extreme.
With her natural matching blue hair and eyes, along with a figure that surpassed any previous ones he'd seen, she was the very picture of eroticism. When he'd first laid eyes on her he'd known he'd have to have her. The idea of her in a secretary outfit had almost made him hard as a rock then and there and that was a reaction he hadn't had in years. Not even a dozen naked Veela using their allure at full blast had such an effect on him.
Due to that, he privately admitted that Raynare's complaints of not attending to her as much lately had weight. He'd been spending more and more of bedroom time with Kalawarner, fucking her almost everywhere at all times of the day. The fact his blue-haired pet was always eager and willing only made it all the better, especially when they fucked while she was still wearing her secretary outfit, having only bunched up her skirt and moved her thong aside to give him access.
Harry smirked when he met Kalawarner's eyes, seeing the smug knowledge of his favoritism towards her compared to her fellow Fallen as she continued to lather him up.
It was something else that made her all the more attractive in his eyes; her slight smugness at the sure knowledge that she was his favorite. When they'd first become his pets, it hadn't taken Kalawarner long to enter his bed. At the time, it had been because she'd known there was no escape and, knowing that, that she would get preferential treatment for being his lover.
Of course she was now truly and sincerely devoted and submissive, maybe even a little bit in love with him, so the fact that she originally bedded him in hopes of manipulating him mattered little. It actually made him value her all the more since it meant she was actually smart enough to know how to make the best of even an impossible to win situation. A trait he valued.
At the same time, it was best he stripped her of that arrogance of believing she was in a position similar to being his wife rather than a pet. She may be his favorite pet but in the end, she was still just a pet and would never rise to the position of wife. Best nip this in the bud now.
And he knew just how to do it...
Eventually, Kalawarner kneeled down to lather up his legs before going up and reaching his crotch. She looked at it huskily but obediently looked up at her master for further direction.
Harry smirked down at her huskily. "You know what to do, pet. Clean it."
Kalawarner returned his smirk with a husky smile of her own. "Yes, master."
Rather than just thrust his length down her throat like Raynare would do, Harry watched with lust in his eyes as Kalawarner slowly teased him by laying kisses up and down his length at first, somehow managing to make it feel like whispers of cold wind going up and down his heated cock. She took first one then the other ball into her mouth and sucked gently before releasing them, going back to licking up and down his length.
Eventually, just when Harry was about to break and force the slut to take his length, Kalawarner took him into her mouth, drawing a loud moan from him.
Harry was glad he'd had the foresight to stand near the shower wall so he could lean against it as Kalawarner worked her magic. Kalawarner's skilled mouth bobbed up and down his erection, one hand on the part of his cock her mouth wasn't covering and the other massaging his ball sack. While Raynare's blowjob had been fast and passionate, his black-haired pet wanting nothing more but to swallow his load down her throat, Kalawarner's was slow and sensual, as if she wanted it to never end, loving the taste of his cock in her mouth.
It probably helped that the runic array made it so his pleasure transferred to them and so they each sucked his dick according to how they liked it. Raynare preferred to be fucked, plain and simple. She wanted to be bent over a table and taken hard and fast, lust fueling the act and having several orgasms per encounter. For this reason, her blowjob reflected this, being passionate and lustful just the way she herself liked it while making sure he was equally pleased. The only exceptions were her morning blowjobs when she knew better than to wake him up that way or else lose the privilege.
Kalawarner, on the other hand, seemed to prefer the slow build-up when it came to sex. While she liked it hard, she preferred to go slow, savoring every thrust and movement to its fullest extent and building up the pleasure to less, but much more powerful, orgasms.
In short, Raynare was passionate while Kalawarner was sensual.
And Harry got the best of both worlds whenever he wanted.
Harry felt his balls start to contract as Kalawarner's sensual worship of his cock became too much for him to resist. "Coming, pet." gasped out Harry as his orgasm hit.
Kalawarner obediently took him into her mouth and swallowed his load, moaning as it hit her taste buds which, thanks to the seal, tasted better than a five course meal to his pet. It was made even better when she orgasmed violently the moment his cum hit her tongue, the runic array doing its work.
Sighing happily, Harry smirked down at his pet who was looking up at him languidly, the powerful orgasm having taken away some of her stamina but not a lot of it. She could still go a few more rounds. "My, my, what a dirty pet. I guess I'll have to clean you up."
Harry brought Kalawarner back to her feet before grabbing the dropped bath sponge and began to clean her up, bringing a shudder of desire from his pet.
Like this, Harry could truly admire his pet's magnificent form; her long, soft dark blue hair, her aristocratic and beautiful face with her deep blue eyes, her large, full breasts topped with dark pink nipples, her trim form thanks to the hard training he'd been putting his pets through, her curvaceous rear on top of mouth-watering mile long legs. Truly, his pet was a work of art worthy of being worshiped.
And she was all his.
Harry smirked as his pet tried not to moan and squirm under his skilled fingers as he made sure to pay attention to all her erogenous zones. Years of experience showed as he played her like a violin, arousing her greatly but never quite letting her go over.
Eventually, Harry finished cleaning her and Kalawarner looked like she was seconds away from orgasming there and then.
"Master," breathed Kalawarner throatily. "Please..."
"Please what, pet?" asked Harry mockingly as he guided her to bend over while grasping the railing along the wall which he had installed for just this purpose. He took a moment to admire the magnificent sight before he reached over and began playing with her clit. "Be specific, pet."
Moaning at the feeling but knowing from experience that her Master could play with her clit all day and she would never get an orgasm unless he willed it, she continued. "Please, fuck me, Master!"
"And what are you, pet?" growled Harry as he thrust one finger into her wet hole. "Tell me what you are."
Kalawarner moaned wantonly before saying what she knew he wanted to hear. "I'm a slut! A whore who wants to be fucked by her Master day in and day out! Please, Master, fuck your slutty secretary!"
"And who does this slutty secretary belong to?" growled Harry as he pressed the tip of his hard cock to Kalawarner's pussy lips. He wouldn't give her what she wanted until she submitted completely beneath him. Until he stripped that illusion of her being his equal or being something similar to a wife completely.
Kalawarner shuddered at his words before passionately responding. "Yours, Master. I'm your whore! Your pet!"
Harry smiled as he saw the complete submission in her frame, pleased by it. "Yes, you are. Mine and only mine." And with that, he thrust into her wet core.
Kalawarner moaned as Harry started a fast and hard pace, fucking her like a common street whore. She preferred the slower kind, making it feel more like love-making than just plain fucking but this was almost as good. Plus, she knew why he was doing this.
She had been reaching beyond her place, acting more like his wife and equal than his pet. While she may be his favorite, that didn't mean she had a right to act like his wife, much less his equal. He was her Master, her new God, first and her lover second. He was fucking like he was to show her his displeasure at her presumption while still giving and taking pleasure from her to show he wasn't going to toss her aside despite her mistake.
The earlier show of him forcing her to submit to her had been to show her her place and break her out of her arrogant belief of being more than she was. He may never toss them aside but that didn't mean he wouldn't punish them if they did something wrong.
It was a lesson she was going to take to heart although she had to admit it hurt slightly. She had fallen in love with her beloved master, helped along by his obvious favoring and protectiveness of her. She had privately hoped that maybe she would someday rise to being his wife or at least mistress but it looked like it was not to be. Despite that, she would happily continue to be his pet, happy in the knowledge that she was his favorite.
Both lovers moaned as Harry thrust in and out of Kalawarner's tight snatch. Despite the latter preferring it slower, that didn't mean this wasn't pleasurable. On the contrary, Kalawarner was already spiraling to her first orgasm of what promised to be several more.
Harry hissed as Kalawarner showed off her sexual skill by massaging his length with her inner muscles even as he continued to thrust in and out of her. Harry wasn't ashamed to say that if it wasn't for his extensive sexual experience he would probably be putty in her extremely skilled hands. Even with that, it took most of his concentration not to simply blow his load. He returned fire by twisting her left nipple and strumming her clit lightly, which caused his pet to seize up and let out a yell as she came around his cock for the second time since they'd started.
Still hard as a rock, Harry decided he wanted to further enforce his domination over her and aimed his cock for her tight rectum after sending a Cleaning Charm toward the hole.
Still bent over on all fours, gripping the railing tightly, Kalawarner threw her head back, throwing long locks of dark blue hair in every direction as Harry's cock unrelentingly burrowed inch after inch up her tight asshole. Her long fingers gripped the railing so tight that if they weren't magically reinforced they would have broken from the strain, a desperate fierceness that mirrored the tension of every other muscle spreading throughout her body. But despite her instinctive attempts to clamp down on him and prevent any further penetration of her most private hole, she was helpless beneath Harry's ceaseless forward pressure.
"See how big my cock feels up your ass?" Harry growled almost menacingly. Only when his pelvic bone finally hit her buttcheeks did he finally let go of the Fallen Angel's hips. Even then, he only let go with his right hand so that he could give the poor Fallen two healthy spanks while his left hand snaked around her waist to resume fingering her protruding clit.
Kalawarner didn't answer, just breathing shallowly as she simultaneously tried to recover from the intensity of the last climax he'd given her and the somewhat unexpected violation of her nether hole. Her grip on the railing relaxed as she got used to the feeling, but then she tightened her hands once again when Harry started pumping. The entire time, water kept falling from the overhanging showerheads, making everything slick and wet which thankfully helped in Harry's penetration.
"Oh, God ... Oh, God..." Kalawarner whimpered, dropping her head back down to hang between her shoulder blades as Harry began rocking her body back and forth with his rhythmic thrusts in and out of her ass.
Harry leaned forward over her naked back, using his right hand to hook a finger in Kalawarner's mouth and turning her face towards his. Harry watched her blue eyes fluttering as she tried to absorb the sensations he was causing in her, only adding to them as he raised his left hand to cup and fondle her swaying breast. "Which god are you pleading to?" Harry asked, whispering huskily in her ear. "Your previous God abandoned you and right now, I'm the only god in your life. So tell me, are you praying to me?"
She didn't reply except to moan, her eyes continuing to flutter as Harry traced the center of her ribcage between her breasts with his left middle finger before cupping his hand and squeezing her entire boob.
Harry grinned, not really expecting a response. One of Kalawarner's sensitive spots was her ass and she was currently too far gone into the orgasmic state, a plane of almost zombie-like semi-consciousness where nothing existed but the physical pleasure, to answer.
For the next half hour, Harry fucked Kalawarner's ass like he owned it, bringing her to orgasm at least a dozen times. He himself came in her once already and was currently on his way to his second as he thrust into her with force. Harry grit his teeth, trying to make sure his pet came with him and was relieved when he felt her anal hole tightening in orgasm. With a loud grunt, he sheathed himself balls deep before cumming straight into her bowels, prolonging Kalawarner's orgasm due to the feel of his cum inside her.
Once the orgasm passed, both were left panting, trying to regain their strength. His lust not having run its course just yet, Harry gently helped Kalawarner to her feet. Seeing that she was almost out of steam, Harry lifted her up by her buttocks, Kalawarner instinctively wrapping her legs around his waist. Harry smirked at Kalawarner's widened eyes when she felt him quickly regaining his hardness.
"Don't worry, pet," said Harry gently when he saw Kalawarner's tired look. "I'll be gentle."
Harry gently entered Kalawarner's folds, the Fallen Angel moaning at the feeling and wrapping her arms around him in response. Instead of the fast and brutal pace of before, Harry set a slower, yet no less forceful pace. This was one that Kalawarner obviously preferred as her moans attested to.
Harry used all his skill and memory of Kalawarner's various erogenous points to bring her to edge again and again, stopping just as she was about to go over, letting her come back down and starting again. The end result was Kalawarner being a moaning, drooling mess begging him to let her cum.
"Please, Master," gasped Kalawarner wantonly as she felt her orgasm approaching for the fifth time since they started this pace. "Please, let me cum. Please let your pet cum."
Harry grunted as he continued his methodical pace, making sure he hit her G-spot with every thrust. "Who's your master? Who's your god?"
Kalawarner moaned loudly before answering. "You are! You are my one and only Master! You are my one and only God!"
"Good girl," muttered Harry before he flicked Kalawarner's clit at the same time that he thrust deep, hitting her G-spot and twisted her right nipple just right.
Kalawarner howled as the most powerful orgasm she'd felt to date hit her, the sum of all her denied orgasms plus Harry's own masterful manipulation of her body. Harry grunted as his orgasm also hit, cumming directly into his pet's fertile womb, absently glad he'd had the foresight to add a contraceptive rune to their runic array. He already had a low fertility rate but he didn't want any accidents and mistakenly get his pets pregnant.
At least not yet. Perhaps sometime in the future but for now impregnating his pets wasn't on his agenda.
Though from the way Kalawarner and Raynare smiled every time he filled them with his cum, he could tell both wanted to carry his babies in the future.
Kalawarner collapsed in his arms, her legs still wrapped around his waist while her back was pressed against the glass wall. Harry had his face on her breasts, catching his breath before he slowly set her on her feet, helping her when she almost lost her balance.
"Have you learned your lesson, pet?" asked Harry firmly. "You are my pet. You will never be my wife. Understand?"
Kalawarner nodded sadly, looking down at the floor. Harry gently grabbed her chin and lifted her face to look at his warm smile.
"But that doesn't mean you aren't special to me, pet," continued Harry with a smile that turned into a smirk. "After all, you are my favorite pet and no one can replace you."
Kalawarner flushed at his words and if she hadn't been in love with him before, she certainly was now. Smiling seductively at him, Kalawarner pressed herself against his chest before smirking when she felt him becoming hard again. "Then let your favorite pet attend to you, Master."
Smirking, Harry let himself be led to lie on the floor of the shower, Kalawarner sitting on his chest before reaching down and getting him fully hard once more.
Moaning as Kalawarner impaled herself on his length, Harry smirked as he put his arms behind his head, letting his pet do all the work. His eyes roamed his pet's magnificent and perfect form as she bounced on top of him, the water enhancing her already exotic looks.
'Oh yes,' thought Harry smugly. 'My life is perfect and it can't get any better than this.'
If only he knew.
Lemon end
Occult Research Club building
Kuoh town, Japan
Same time
Rias Gremory was close to having a full-blown panic attack.
Normally, Rias was a calm and rational person who would think things through in a logical manner. Not to the level of her best friend, Sona Sitri, but much more than normal teenagers. However, this situation was anything but ideal or normal.
Rias had never forgotten that night with her one-time lover, Harry Potter. Even now, over a month later, she still got wet and excited at the memory of the night. She remembered confiding in Akeno what happened two days after it happened, soon after the entire debacle with the Fallen Angels and Asia, who was now a Bishop in her peerage. Akeno had been shocked at Rias' boldness at sleeping with a man she just met but had eagerly listened to Rias' description of how sex felt. Being a virgin, Akeno obviously wouldn't know and like any teenage girl, was eager for a first-hand account.
At the time, Rias had thought the night as nothing more than a wonderful way to lose her virginity and get out of her arranged marriage, killing two birds with one stone. She had even contemplating contacting Harry so they can maybe form a relationship before deciding against it. As far as she knew, Harry was just a normal human man and she thought it was unfair to bind him to her when he obviously enjoyed his freedom.
But now it seemed she would bind him in a much more permanent manner.
It started when she started feeling nauseous about two weeks ago. At first, she'd passed it off as a bug that would pass and ignored it. The vomiting and slight mood swings started to make her nervous but she convinced herself it was just the stress of confronting Riser and revealing what she'd done. It would damage things between the Gremory and Phenex clan but if that was what it took to be free then so be it.
That was until she missed her period four days ago.
Rias was a regular. Her period was like clockwork, never going a day over or before it was scheduled to. So the moment she missed her period, she knew what happened.
She had taken a test to make sure but it only confirmed what she suspected.
She was pregnant.
Pregnant at eighteen.
Needless to say, Rias had a full-blown panic attack when she confirmed it and it was only her Queen's calming teas and presence that stopped her from completely breaking down.
She wasn't ready! She was only eighteen for Maou's sake! She wanted to see the world and travel and enjoy her life. Maybe go to college and do normal college stuff!
A mother at eighteen!? Rias wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. She wanted to yell about how unfair it was. Yet she did none of that. Rias resigned herself to the consequences of her actions and planned on how to raise her coming child. Luckily, magic could help her hide the evidence, at least until she graduated in five months. She would at least have a high school diploma and with the devil's normal long lifespan, she could always return to take college later.
But first, she faced the music and told her parents the news.
Her parents were obviously not very happy and Rias wasn't ashamed to say that their looks of disappointment hurt. Worse yet was her brother's look of disappointment as well as Grayfia blaming herself for not keeping a better eye on her. Yet despite that, Rias thought that at least she would be free of the contract and could live her life without it hanging over her.
Yet it was not to be.
To Rias' horror, the Phenex clan were willing to waive the fact that she wasn't a virgin and even that she was pregnant and enforce the contract. Worse yet, Riser demanded she abort the child, saying that it was a violation of the contract and that he wouldn't raise her 'bastard' as he called it.
She'd obviously refused, saying she would not marry him and she would never abort her child. No matter the circumstances around his/her conception, it was her child and she would fight Heaven and the Underworld to protect it.
But her position became more untenable when her parents agreed with Riser in aborting the child. They told her that she was too young and there would be other babies and that a union between the two Houses was too good to pass up over a simple mistake.
It had horrified Rias. She was already angry at them for making the contract at all, taking away her choice in who she was going to marry without even asking for her consent. But the fact that they were so greedy for yet another pure-blood grandchild as well as monetary gains they'd make by marrying her into the Phenex family had been the straw that broke the camel's back.
It had hurt. It had hurt deeply. Only Grayfia, her brother's Queen, seemed to be on her side, but she was bound to obey the Lord of the House. Even her beloved onii-chan, for all his proclaimed love for her, refused to interfere, saying that as a Satan, he had to stand above such things or risk rebellion.
At that seemingly callous statement, Rias had overreacted... just a bit.
She'd lashed out with her Power of Destruction at her father before running out of the castle that had been her home for years. Luckily, Akeno had come with her for support and helped make enough of a distraction as they ran for Rias and her to escape through a transportation circle.
That was two days ago and Rias had locked herself in the Occult Research Club building ever since. She'd put up a barrier to prevent transportation circles' use throughout the campus, something that had gotten Sona's attention. Luckily, Sona had understood and let it pass but warned that if the Satans gave her the order, she would have to take it down.
Since then, Rias had tirelessly been thinking of a way out of this, researching both contract loopholes and anything else that could help. She'd even been researching ways to permanently kill a Phenex. If she couldn't get out of the contract through politics, then she'd simply kill her intended. It could no doubt start a war between her House and the Phenex household (if her parents didn't banish from the family that is), but her desperation to protect her child was making her paranoid. She would do anything to protect her child, even if it meant making an enemy of her own family.
It had been yesterday that Akeno had pointed out another possible avenue: her baby's father, Harry Potter.
At the time she met him, Rias had thought she recognized the name but eventually passed it off as coincidence. However, it had been Akeno who pointing out who he was.
Harry Potter was the famous wizard who defeated Voldemort twice, becoming known as the Hero-Who-Conquered in the Wizarding World. While Voldemort never really affected devils in any way, his power was still well-known. While power-wise he had been only as strong as a Mid-class Devil, his skill made him a viable threat to anything below Ultimate-class devils and his use of the Killing Curse, a spell that could kill anything short of immortal gods, made him even more so.
Rias had been shocked at the identity of her baby's father. Shocked and a bit pleased. Like all devils, she respected power and Harry Potter was no doubt extremely powerful. To defeat someone like Voldemort at only seventeen was quite a feat and no doubt he had grown even more powerful in the past decade and a half.
But the important thing was that Harry Potter had influence. Influence and money. Hopefully, he would have enough that he could challenge Riser for her hand, with their child's life on the line being the incentive.
It was cruel and manipulative to use him just to be free of her problems but she had little choice. Plus, as the baby's father he had a right to know what was happening. It was as much his child as hers.
Rias had panicked when she'd realized she'd lost his number but Akeno had helped by pointing out that wizards could contact each other by sending messages through owls. It confused Rias greatly but she didn't question it and simply listened to her Queen and sent a message through a wizarding owl she'd somehow procured.
Akeno had truly been invaluable in the past few days and she could never thank her enough. Akeno even went so far as to keep watch while she slept so as to give Rias some good night's sleep. If it wasn't for Akeno, she'd probably have lost the baby anyway from stress and paranoia and she mentally promised to name her the baby's godmother.
Even if the idea of Akeno training her possible daughter to be just like her scared the hell out of her.
Rias sighed as she wrapped herself in her sheets, feeling safe with her loyal Queen awake and keeping watch. Hopefully, her baby's father would receive the message soon and come to help.
She wondered how he was and what he was doing right now.
Harry's residence
Kuoh town, Japan
Harry had a small smile on his face as he walked towards the dining room, wearing an expensive suit instead of his usual outfit since he had meetings to go to today. Trailing behind him and to his right was Kalawarner who had a very satisfied look on her face.
Kalawarner hadn't changed much from when he'd 'acquired' her a month ago. She still had the exotic dark blue hair and eyes along with a figure that Harry could easily believe seduced thousands of mortals throughout the centuries that attracted him in the first place. She walked with confidence and surety in her place in the house, complete love and devotion for her new master smoldering in her eyes. With Harry's little lesson still in mind, she no longer walked beside him to show it was not her place but his assurance of never tossing her aside meant she was still confident of her place.
The biggest change since he'd acquired her was her outfit. While he had heartily approved of her previous outfit, one which emphasized all her curves and assets, it didn't go well with her new 'secretary' position. While he wanted her to look every bit as delectable as she'd been when he found her, he also wanted her to look the part of his secretary.
In light of that, her new outfit consisted of an expensive yet tasteful black suit jacket with a white dress shirt underneath. She also wore a miniskirt that barely reached mid-thigh yet wouldn't rip if she stepped too far like her previous outfit's skirt would have. She also wore sheer black stockings that reached only an inch or two below her skirt, making her legs look even more delectable which was enhanced by her black stilettos heels.
Of course, due to the massive size of her bust, the top three buttons of her white dress shirt and jacket were undone, showing a hint of her black lace bra and her massive cleavage. Despite actually covering more than her previous outfit did (due to lacking a bra in her previous outfit), it was actually sexier for some reason, the black lace bra only enhancing the image. Combined with those sexy stockings, it transformed her from simply 'sexy' to 'sinful'.
Each piece of clothing probably cost more than most people made in a month but it was money well spent in his eyes. They were his pets and therefore, they represented him. They couldn't exactly be wearing clothing they bought in the Gap, now could they?
The end result made her just as attractive as her previous outfit but more refined, making looked more 'sexy' than 'slutty'. A slight distinction but one that was necessary. While he did want it obvious that his pets were beautiful, they also represented him and so couldn't look like hired prostitutes when they went out.
As they walked toward the dining room, Kalawarner was giving him his itinerary for the day.
"You have a meeting with the goblins at noon to discuss your businesses on the wizarding side of things," said Kalawarner as she read off his schedule from her I-Pad. "You also told me to remind you that you need to think of some form of income on the muggle side of things as well as the supernatural side of the world. Ms. Andromeda says people are getting suspicious of your lack of appearance in over ten years and it probably won't be long before they figure out you're a vampire, at which time they'll attempt to seize your assets."
Harry hummed at the information. "How long does she think until they figure it out?"
"A year," reported Kalawarner dutifully. "Maybe a bit more. We've already transferred most of your monetary assets and all of your physical property into muggle banks and hideouts around the world as well as placing Fidelius on most of your properties. However, the goblins still hold about 10% of your total liquid assets."
"Which they'll turn over to the Ministry in a second as long as they get their fair share," said Harry with a sneer. "They never forgave my getting one over them with the Sword of Gryffindor." He looked thoughtful before shrugging it off. "Whatever. If worse comes to worse then I'll curse the gold held in Gringotts so anyone who touches it... well, let's just say death is for the unimaginative. More important for now is investing in the muggle world for income. Suggestions?"
"Gaming is more or less a stable but unimaginative investment," said Kalawarner as she looked over the list in her I-Pad. "The problem would be deciding which up and coming gaming company to invest in."
Harry hummed in thought before speaking. "How about my idea a few days back?"
"I'm sorry to say that publishing your life story in the muggle world would break the Statute of Secrecy," said Kalawarner reluctantly. "Apparently, other muggleborns had similar ideas but didn't hide true locations and things well enough and almost exposed the magical world. After that incident, publishing books about real life magical locations and events was banned to prevent the possibility of exposure."
Harry sighed and rubbed his forehead. "There goes that idea. Well, we'll think of something. For now, let's eat breakfast."
Harry and Kalawarner stepped into the dining room to find the only other resident of the house other than him, his pets and the house-elves, just sitting down, getting ready for breakfast.
"Good morning, onii-chan!" chirped Valerie happily before her eyes flickered to Kalawarner and she gave him a knowing look. "Did you sleep well?"
Valerie Tepes was a beautiful example of how to combine the beauty of vampires and humans. She had long pale blond, almost silver, hair that reached her waist and soft crimson eyes that reminded Harry of that Rias girl from a month ago. She was wearing her usual outfit of a burgundy blouse with a brooch, a white skirt, thigh-high white boots, and black tights. She looked to be in her early twenties at the most and had a beauty that looked more aristocratic compared to his pets' more in-your-face beauty. She looked like a beautiful noble even in her 'casual' clothing which cost a fortune a piece alone.
Harry smirked down at his pseudo-little sister and gave her a kiss on the forehead before sitting to her left, Kalawarner taking her customary position behind him and to his right. She would eat afterwards. "Slept like a baby. How about you?"
Valerie smiled happily. "Great. It's so much better than Ms. Andromeda's place. Don't get me wrong, Ms. Andromeda was great and everything but I sort of always wanted to see Japan." She blushed slightly and looked at him through her bangs with a small smile. "Plus, I get to live with you, onii-chan. It's almost like we're married."
Harry smiled warmly at her while behind him, Kalawarner scowled slightly in jealousy at the girl before forcing it away. Harry knew about Valerie's crush on him but paid it little mind. It was only natural since he had saved her and was close to her own age, at least in appearance. He was sure it would pass eventually and if it didn't... well, she wasn't unattractive by any means.
The two turned when the door to the kitchens opened, revealing Raynare leading a group of house-elves with the breakfast on trays.
Raynare's own outfit had been difficult to decide to say the least. Butlers were usually male and bodyguards usually dressed similar to butlers and were usually male as well. This made finding an outfit that fit her position and still emphasized her femininity.
In the end, they had settled on the usual butler outfit but modified for her feminine figure. The usual butler outfit consisted of a white linen shirt with black or dark gray trousers, a black waistcoat that buttons high, and a swallow-tail coat. Raynare was similar with a few alterations.
Since her large bust made it difficult if not impossible to close a normal white linen shirt all the way up comfortably, she had a special custom-made version that didn't have the top three buttons but rather had an opening where they usually had a top button at the neck. This gave a great view of her cleavage and since her waistcoat served as a sort of push-up in a way, they looked even larger. The swallow-tail coat was left open and her black trousers were the feminine version which was tighter than men's, showing off her trim waist and round hips along with a well-padded ass. She even insisted on wearing a black tie though it was probably because the tie brought one's eye to her cleavage in its inevitable journey downward.
All in all, she looked every bit a professional butler while still keeping an air of femininity and beauty. Respectable since she didn't flaunt anything but also made sure to remind everyone she was a woman.
Perfect.
Raynare led the grumbling house-elves to the table where she insisted on serving Harry and Valerie herself. The house-elves grumbled about they could simply teleport them to the table but shut up when Raynare gave them a glare.
Raynare was very protective of him, some might say overprotective, and she took her job as his guard seriously. She didn't believe in the house-elves teleporting the food to the table since it meant there would be a time where the food wasn't under her watchful eye. Being the paranoid girl that she was, this caused her to fear that this time was one where someone could intercept the food and poison it. Therefore, she insisted on bringing it to them by hand to prevent such an occurrence. It didn't help that she didn't trust the elves as far as she could punt them.
Apparently, Harry's stories about Dobby and his attempts to "save" him had not amused her in the slightest or endeared her to the elves at all.
Raynare first served Valerie before serving Harry. She noticeably made sure to serve him to a higher standard than she did Valerie but he let it slide. He found his pets' jealousy of Valerie to be amusing as long as it never escalated to physical violence.
After he was served, Kalawarner served herself a plate at his insistence and sat to his left. Digging into the eggs, Harry gave a moan of appreciation. "Give my compliments to the kitchen elves, Muffy. These scrambled eggs are better than usual."
"Actually," said Raynare with a blush. "I made the eggs today, Master."
Harry blinked in surprise before giving the Fallen Angel a smile. "Then I have to say that these are very good. You outdid yourself." Smirking to himself, Harry wrapped an arm around Raynare's waist and dragged her to his lap, getting a yelp of surprise from his pet. "Here, have a taste."
Both Valerie and Kalawarner looked on with jealousy as Raynare blushed as she sat sideways in Harry's lap before dutifully opening her mouth to eat a forkful of eggs. She blushed shyly at the look in her master's eyes as he watched her eat the eggs before swallowing. "It's very good, Master."
Harry smirked and gave her another forkful of eggs before giving a mock thoughtful look. "But if I feed you that means less eggs for me. Hmmm...," he smirked mischievously. "Then we'll just have to share, won't we?"
Before Raynare could swallow her current mouthful, Harry gave her a scorching kiss with a plenty of tongue, which the Fallen moaned into, eagerly returning the kiss. The two shared a bit of the eggs between them as they kissed for a bit before parting, the chronologically older girl looking flushed and aroused while Harry just smirked. "They taste even better with the addition of the taste of your lips, pet."
Raynare blushed at her Master's words and chuckle but dutifully opened her mouth for another forkful of eggs.
"So what are you going to do today, Valerie?" asked Harry lightly as he continued to feed his blushing pet. "I'm going to visit the goblins at noon but I'm free until then. Do you want to train with me a bit? You may have mastered your Sacred Gear but it's not a combat one so it won't help you in a fight. And I won't always be there to protect you."
Valerie grimaced but nodded. "I guess we should. On the way here I was almost caught by someone in the Tepes family. If you hadn't arrived, they would have gotten me."
"Then we'll start training after breakfast," said Harry firmly. "I'm doing my own training as well. There's always room for improvement, after all, and I expect both you girls to train as well." At this, he turned to his pets, specifically Raynare. "Remember my promise this morning pet? Well, I'm extending it to you too, Kalawarner. The first one to get her third pair of wings before my noon meeting gets to spend two whole days with me while the other gets only one day if they manage to get their third pair of wings. Understand?"
Both girls' eyes widened before they narrowed at each other, a competitive glint entering them. Harry just chuckled and continued to eat breakfast.
Once breakfast was done, they started to get up when Raynare spoke. "Master? I forgot to tell you but a letter arrived for you this morning. The strange thing is that it arrived by post owl, Master."
Harry frowned and turned to her fully. "Did it say who it was from?"
"Yes," said Raynare as she pulled said letter from her trouser pocket. "It's from a 'Rias Gremory'." Raynare frowned as she handed it over to her Master, having already made sure it had no traps, magical or otherwise, earlier. The Gremory were an infamous family of devils in the Underworld. Could this 'Rias' be from said family?
Harry read the letter silently, a frown coming to his face. "It says that she's been trying to contact me but lost your number and that this was the only means she had left to contact me. She apparently needs to talk to me urgently and wishes to speak with me as soon as possible at her school club in Kuoh Academy. It even has directions to the school and clubhouse attached as well."
Kalawarner looked at the thoughtful look on his face with a frown. "What do you plan to do, Master? The Gremory are an infamous family of devils, known for having birthed the current 'Lucifer'. It could be a trap."
"I doubt it," said Harry absently. "I actually met and bedded young Rias about a month ago, before I met you two. This sounds more like a smitten girl trying to reach out to her crush. But just in case, I'll take you two with me to meet her. Send a return letter for a meeting at five o'clock in the afternoon. We should be long done with Gringotts by then, hopefully."
Both Fallen obediently nodded, making a mental note to be on their guard in case it was a trap. They had no doubt their beloved Master could easily crush anyone and get out of any situation but he didn't need to dirty his hands with filthy devils. If they tried something, his faithful pets would absolutely crush these devils with a hint of mercy.
Such was their absolute love and loyalty to their Master, Harry James Potter, Avatar of Death.
ORC clubhouse, Kuoh Academy
Kuoh town, Japan
Five o'clock in the afternoon of the same day
Rias nervously eyed the door as she waited for her child's father to appear. She had found the response to her letter waiting for her during lunch and quickly informed her peerage of the meeting. Issei had been predictably surprised when she informed them of both her pregnancy and her current situation with her family, though he did promise to defend her. The rest of her peerage was quick to echo the sentiment, something which warmed her heart.
Hopefully, her upcoming reunion with Harry would be positive and they could work together to get out of her current predicament and raise their child together.
Rias blushed slightly at the mental image of her and her midnight lover married and with kids, not willing to admit that she was still hung up on him even a month since seeing him. She knew it was stupid and childish. From his skill in the bedroom, he obviously had plenty of previous experience. No doubt he'd bedded quite a few girls since the last met. For all she knew, he'd forgotten all about her and she'd have to reintroduce herself and jog his memory.
Rias paused as a dreadful thought entered her mind.
What if her midnight lover had lied about his name? What if he simply knew about Harry Potter and used his name as an alias and here she called the real Harry Potter for no reason?
Rias was brought out of her thoughts when there was a knock on the clubroom door. Gathering her courage, she nodded at Kiba who opened the door.
"Good afternoon," came the familiar voice of Rias' lover, banishing her previous thoughts. "My name is Harry Potter. I sent a message to meet with Rias at this time?"
"Yes, my name is Kiba Yuuto," said Kiba politely before he hesitated for a second before continuing. "I'm Lady Rias' Knight. Please come in."
Kiba stepped aside and let Harry pass, which he did followed by two attractive women. One was a blue-haired, blue-eyed bombshell with a body that surpassed even Akeno's (probably to the former being more mature) dressed in what Rias recognized as secretary attire. She was walking behind Harry and to his right, looking around attentively and warily, before her eyes fell on where Rias' peerage were standing behind Rias who was sitting at her desk.
The second who was standing to Harry's left, however, was much more familiar even before their senses confirmed her as a Fallen Angel.
"Yu-Raynare!" yelled Issei before his Boosted Gear appeared on his left arm and he stood in front of a scared Asia.
Said Fallen was dressed in a modified 'butler' outfit and simply blinked at Issei before recognition seemed to enter her eyes. "Ah. If it isn't Issei and Asia. How goes the devil life?"
Rias and her peerage had all tensed at her entrance but Harry looked completely unconcerned, simply raising an eyebrow at Raynare. "You know these two, pet?"
Rias and her peerage were taken back by his calling one of their previous enemies 'pet' but Raynare seemed completely unaffected. "Yes, Master," said Raynare easily. "The boy is the wielder of a strong Sacred Gear and before you... "collected" me, I had posed as a schoolgirl, seduced and killed him to prevent him from becoming a threat someday." At this, Raynare grimaced. "Unfortunately, I forgot to destroy his body afterwards and he was resurrected as a devil. As for the nun... well, you should recognize her. You did rescue her, after all."
At this, Asia gasped. "It's you!" She stepped out from behind Issei, still looking at Raynare and the blue-haired Fallen warily, before turning to Harry with sparkling eyes. "I remember you! You saved me at the church a month ago!"
Harry blinked before a genuine smile crossed his face. "Ah, yes. The nun that they were planning on killing. I remember. I'm glad to see that your friends came for you like I believed they would. I would have taken you with me but Raynare told me you had friends in the area and that they would probably take you in. Therefore, I thought it would be best to leave you there." His smile widened. "I'm glad to see that I was correct."
The contradiction of Harry, who saved Asia, walking in with the very women who tried to kill her threw everyone off and Rias quickly took advantage to try and settle this peacefully. "So how did they come into your service?" She was also curious, and slightly afraid, that he had joined the Fallen Angels and needed to know before telling him anything about her pregnancy.
Harry smiled knowingly but explained. "I was contacted by Azazel a little before that night who asked me to stop some rogue Fallen at the church in town. I agreed in exchange for him facilitating me a house in this town since I didn't want to take months going around both you devils and the humans to secure it on my own. I like my privacy and if you devils had known I was in town, no doubt you would have bothered me for one reason or another. I would have hated to go through all that paperwork when I inevitably lost my patience and returned whoever bothered me in several pieces."
Rias and her peerage seem taken back by his blunt admission to violence while some of the more innocent members (i.e. Issei and Asia) seemed to turn slightly green at the mental image. Akeno giggled at his word and sent him a challenging look.
"So you think a little human wizard like you could beat a devil?" asked Akeno disbelievingly as she served him a cup of tea.
Harry smirked as he took the cup of tea and teacup before they all suddenly felt power on the level of a Satan-class devil pour out of him, pushing them all to their knees while Harry grew very familiar vampiric fangs.
"Oh," said Harry absently as he took a sip of tea, completely unbothered. "I believe I can hold my own. And what makes you think I'm human?"
The pressure of his power quickly disappeared and his fang retracted. If they hadn't seen it for themselves then they wouldn't have believed to be anything but human. Even concentrating their senses, they could barely sense him as anything but human. That sent a shiver down their spines. Not even the Four Great Satans had such control over their power and he had demonstrated power on their level easily. That made him all the more dangerous in their minds and the peerage was slightly more wary of him though it did explain how he could easily subdue two Fallen Angels and make them his servants.
"So why did you contact me anyway?" asked Harry curiously. "I thought the reason for you contacting me was more... personal in nature."
"Like what?" asked Rias in curiosity. Could he suspect that she was pregnant?
"I thought you wanted a repeat," said Harry with an easy shrug. He smirked. "I have to admit that I actually look forward to it if that's the case. For a virgin, you were quite... talented in the bedroom."
Rias turned beet red and absently thought that maybe this would have gone easier (and been less embarrassing) if they were alone. "W-Why would you think that?!"
Harry quirked an eyebrow and smirked. "So you don't want a repeat?"
Rias blushed even harder and refused to meet the eyes of her peerage, while also ignoring Akeno's giggles. After calming herself down, she realized they would never reach the point as long as her peerage and his servants were in the room. She really wanted to get to the point before she lost her nerve.
"Akeno?" asked Rias. "Can you take the group outside and leave me and Harry alone for a minute?"
Akeno hesitated as her eyes fell on the two Fallen Angels in the room.
Harry sensed where her eyes were and looked toward Raynare. "Raynare-chan? Can you and Kalawarner-chan step outside for a moment?" Seeing her about to protest, he continued in a sterner tone. "I promise I'll be fine. Guard the door if you want but I must insist."
Raynare looked conflicted but nodded before narrowing her eyes at Rias' peerage. "After you," commanded Raynare in a terse, suspicious voice.
Rias' peerage stiffened and it looked like they were about to angrily retort before Rias raised her hand to stop them. "Please. No fighting. Just go."
Rias' peerage looked rebellious but hesitantly complied, Kalawarner and Raynare following them out. Once the door closed behind them, Harry turned to her with a much more serious look on his face as he set his tea down in the tea cup in his lap.
"Well, we're alone so that means this is actually serious," said Harry with a frown. "Is something wrong?"
Rias thought about how to reveal it. How to slowly lead him into it. But eventually, she showed that in the end she was just a teenage girl.
"I'm pregnant," blurted out Rias nervously.
A cup of tea fell and shattered on the floor.