"NYAH!" echoed through the Gremory guest room where Harry had found one of his girls.
After Lady Phenex's teasing, he had steam to blow off, and Koneko turned out to be the lucky and willing recipient who he found first.
It was about thirty minutes since Harry tracked down the young cat girl. She was on her hands and feet with her back bent, her cat ears out and her fluffy tail standing straight up. Harry was standing behind her, blowing her pussy from behind. While he thrusted, he ran his fingers up her fur.
Harry's fingers stroked her pleasantly. It seemed to affect Koneko similarly to having her head rubbed. In other words, it was a sweet and calming gesture, which contrasted with the hard thrusts Harry was delivering to her tight rear.
Koneko's thighs had rivers of arousal running down them. She'd been pleasantly sleeping in when Harry found her. This was the ideal wake up present, based on her body's reaction. Without Ravel to get in the way this time, Koneko had Harry's affection all to herself.
"Nyah!" she gasped, whipping her head back as his dick rammed her cervix.
The hand that Harry had stroking her tail came off, spanking her sharply before going back to stroking. Koneko came. Her pussy crushed down on him, meanwhile the girl bit her lip with one of her fangs, pricking the skin.
"Harry…" she moaned. Other than her meow-like exclamations, she never raised her voice. Even when she said his name at times like this one, her tone was measured and serious.
In this case, she was warning him that her body was at its limit. Harry pulled out of her and spun the small girl around. Because of the height difference, when she was standing in front of him, his dick could easily shoot cum across her breasts, since they weren't too much higher than his waist.
Panting with her cute, ridged tongue hanging out, Koneko looked down at her tits. She sat down, her legs partially giving out, and licked her wrist to moisten it, then used that wrist to rub away a significant amount of cum. She brought that cum to her mouth and licked it off, wetting her wrist in the process, before repeating. It was like the way a cat cleans the places they can't reach.
Koneko's cuteness shone through, leading Harry to reach out and scratch the side of her forehead. The noise that she made was an undeniable purr.
"Am I interrupting?" Tonks asked.
Harry looked over to find his old friend and lover leaning against the door frame. She was wearing a low cut blue dress that looked just as good on her as the gown she'd worn to the ball the night before. Harry would've pounced on her then and there to burn off the rest of his lust, but he recognized the look on her face. She was here for something.
"I think we got to a solid stopping point," Harry smirked.
Tonks smirked back, then hastily carried on, all business. "You've got a guest here to see you. I expect you know her, she's pretty hard to forget. Looks a little like this:"
Tonks's appearance morphed. Her hair became silver, her breasts enlarged, and she suddenly matched the magnificent curves of Rias's very familiar sister in law. The only thing missing was a maid outfit; although honestly Grayfia looked even better out of one.
Tonks pushed on her own borrowed breasts, propping them up for a moment. "Merlin, look at the recoil on these things!"
She pushed them up and let them drop, leading to a chain of mesmerizing jiggles.
"Grayfia's come, then," Harry said, gathering his clothes.
"I don't know if she has, but I wouldn't mind watching it," Tonks said. A second later, she morphed back to her usual form, and Harry could see realization dawning. "Oh! come, not C U M. Yeah, she's here alright. Although given that she's coming to visit YOU, I imagine the other meaning will come true soon enough."
Harry rolled his eyes. "I don't fuck EVERYTHING that walks. Grayfia is here because we had a bet, which I've now won."
As he went past Tonks, she looked at him, then fell into step behind him. Koneko waved goodbye as they left her room, crawling back into bed.
"You don't fuck everything that moves, but I don't remember the last time I saw you pass up a woman this hot," Tonks said.
"Things just happen," Harry said tiredly. "It's not like I go chasing after all of them."
"Oh, I know THAT," Tonks said, smirking. "We chase after you. The perks are totally worth it."
Tonks knew her way around the mansion better than Harry did. In short order, she led him to a sitting room where Grayfia was waiting. Rias was there too, still dressed in the excellent red dress that she'd been wearing the night before.
When she saw Harry, Rias blushed, adding to the red theme that included her dress and her hair. The kiss was still fresh in her mind.
Funny, in a way, considering all the things they'd gotten up to that went FAR beyond kissing… But that was behind closed doors.
Harry had staked a claim on her. In front of most of the Underworld's most important devils. In front of her FAMILY.
And he did it shamelessly, without reservations, over the crumpled form of a moaning Maou.
So, yes, Rias was feeling a bit like a lovestruck maiden.
Grayfia was sitting primly in one of the chairs, dressed as usual like a maid. Rather than choosing an empty spot on the room's lavish couch, Harry went to the chair where Rias was sitting and leaned against the armrest, crossing his arms.
"The bet, I assume?" Harry said, addressing the reason for Grayfia's visit.
Grayfia nodded.
"Last night, you proved yourself," Grayfia said. "Do not let your guard down; undoubtedly, you will continue to be tested by adversarial clans. However, I have developed confidence in your abilities to do so. Serafall is an immensely powerful devil. I would know, as we once faced each other to a draw across multiple days."
Harry raised an eyebrow. He'd known that Grayfia was powerful obviously, but to hear she was pretty much on par with a Satan was very interesting. Serafall would've been an extremely dangerous opponent if he didn't solve it the way that he had.
"I see," Harry said, not giving away his private thoughts.
"As I've acknowledged this, I must concede our bet," Grayfia said. "By proving yourself, you're the victor. In accordance with my honor, I'm here to make good on what I offered. I will personally serve you for an entire day as your maid, no matter what you command."
Grayfia spoke with a calm assurance. Harry could at least give her credit for sticking to her principles. Even when he thought those principles for the worst, like supporting Riser, she acted in line with what she believed was correct, regardless of consequences. It was honorable, even if it had led to their very tense and frustrated initial meeting.
"Anything?" Harry asked.
Grayfia met his eyes unflinchingly. "Anything."
"Then apologize," Harry said.
Briefly, Grayfia didn't reply. That wasn't the direction she thought that things were going. She looked at Harry, pushed through her confusion, and said: "Very well. I'm sorry for how I acted toward you—"
"No. Not me," Harry said. He pointed to his side, directly at her sister in law. "Apologize to Rias."
"Why?" Grayfia asked.
It wasn't a question asked out of anger, she truly didn't understand what she was apologizing for. With Harry, she'd shown disrespect. Toward Rias, Grayfia couldn't think of anything she'd done incorrectly.
"You supported her marriage to Riser," Harry said. "Instead of helping her find a way out of it, you upheld it and criticized her for trying to choose her own way."
"It was what her parents decided," Grayfia said.
Unsaid was: it's the duty of children to follow the will of their parents. Again, Harry was forced to explain.
"Just because her parents chose it, doesn't make that right. Rias hated him. You had to have known that. Apologize for trying to make her go through with that anyway."
Grayfia was silent for another moment, thinking about what Harry was saying.
Finally, she said: "I'm sorry, Rias."
However, Rias's reaction wasn't a positive one.
At first, she'd been as surprised as Grayfia about who Harry wanted Grayfia to apologize to. However, she knew Harry better, and understood his thinking a lot quicker. Now, when Grayfia actually offered an apology, Rias frowned, crossing her arms.
"You still don't understand WHY you're apologizing," Rias said.
"Not… Entirely," Grayfia admitted. "However, I apologize anyway."
"It's meaningless when that's the case," Rias said indignantly.
She did something surprising then; even more shocking than Harry demanding an apology for her.
Rias stood up and stripped out of her dress.
Even Grayfia couldn't remain completely impassive, frowning slightly out of shock. Beneath her dress Rias was wearing a lingerie bra and a skimpy black thong. She turned around, bending over in a way that faced her slit straight toward Grayfia, pulling Harry's pants down.
"Rias?" Harry asked.
She looked up at him, her eyes clearly telling him to play along.
Her mouth engulfed him then, pumping up and down a few times to make sure that Harry's dick started taking shape.
Rias eased her body back and forth, swaying her hips and ass, all while Grayfia was left watching. Her sense of propriety wouldn't permit her to leave. Harry was trying to figure out where this was going.
"Pwah!" Rias exclaimed, popping her mouth off once Harry was hard. She gave his shaft a few good strokes to ensure it was hard.
She straightened, pulling down her thong, doing this with her pussy still facing Grayfia. Finally, she turned her back toward Harry. Rias grabbed the junction between the thighs and ass, pulling to spread her lips for him.
"Fuck me right now, Harry," Rias said.
Never one to deny a request like that… Harry obliged.
He grabbed Rias's elbows and started fucking her from behind. The claps that rang out through the room were loud, Rias's larger backside creating a deeper sound than when he'd been fucking Koneko similarly.
Rias moaned unrepentantly. She enjoyed Harry's fucking as if the two of them were alone in the room. "Harder! Faster, baby!"
The more Harry fucked her, and the closer she came to cumming, the more pleasure showed up on Rias's face. She looked straight at Grayfia, beaming with pleasure and pride.
"This is what I wanted! This is what I needed!" Rias said huskily. "Do you get it now, Grayfia? I'm CHOOSING this!"
Slowly, Grayfia's face grew less harsh. Harry thought that her confusion was starting to fade.
"I think, perhaps, I'm beginning to understand," Grayfia admitted softly.
Harry was starting to grasp Rias's actions too. She was giving a demonstration of what his words had been saying.
Rias prided her youth. She wanted the freedom to live her own life. Whatever her parents said, regardless of what was "best for the devil race", Rias wanted her own life.
She wanted to choose her lover. She wanted to choose WHERE she loved him, even if it was directly in front of her sister in law.
"Then say it again!" Rias said. "Apologize properly!"
"I'm sorry that I helped remove your right to choose," Grayfia said.
Rias smiled brightly. Despite their rocky moments recently, the two of them were usually close. As long as Grayfia understood what she was saying, Rias was ready to accept a heartfelt apology. She bent her back and neck, stretching her face up, and kissed Harry while he was thrusting into her.
Rias soon came, and Harry did the same, surprisingly turned on by the presence of Grayfia watching them; perhaps Tonks's teasing while in Grayfia's form was still fresh in his mind.
Harry's seed ran down Rias's thigh as his dick finally popped out of her, Rias moaning with pleasure after their emotionally charged quickie.
"Is there a task you would like me to do next?" Grayfia asked, looking at Harry and doing an impressive job ignoring the creampied Rias standing between them.
"An honest apology is all I wanted," Harry said. "You can leave now. Or spend the rest of the day cleaning, if your honor demands that you do something else."
The door banged open. "Absolutely not!"
Fleur was standing there, wearing a short black leather dress that barely went past her pussy. Harry hadn't seen that one before, meaning it must be new. Akeno was behind her, smiling sexily as usual, wearing a matching dress to Fleur and carrying a large paper bag with both hands.
"My 'Arry might be able to ignore ze disrespect zat you showed 'im, but I will not!" Fleur said. "Ze apology for zat will not be so simple to give! I am not ze kind of woman who accepts mere words."
Fleur held her hand out, and Akeno lifted the bag she was carrying, offering the contents to her. Fleur reached in and rummaged around. Quite quickly, her hand emerged holding a black strap-on.
Fleur grinned nefariously, Akeno still smiling "innocently" behind her, while a titanic phallic shape of rubber cast a shadow all the way across Grayfia's face. The maid looked up at it crosseyed, trying to quantify the sheer size.
"Eet ez a good thing devils are quite tough," Fleur said. "Ze TRUE apology beegins now!"
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