Chapter 62:
– Harry –
It was well past midnight by the time we reached the lake.
I stood in the damp grass at the water's edge, staring at the girl Gabriel had brought along as part of our little diplomatic entourage.
She was maybe my age, athletic build, short blue hair with a single streak of green running through it, and she had the kind of face that would have been stunning if she wasn't using it to glare at me like I had personally insulted her ancestors.
Her outfit wasn't helping my concentration. The black bodysuit the Church apparently issued to its female exorcists clung to every curve she had, and she had plenty. The material hugged her breasts and her ass so tightly that it reminded me of a hentai doujin Rias had tried to show me on her phone last week.
I had told Rias I wasn't interested. I had been lying.
"I don't like you," the girl said flatly.
"Xenovia," Gabriel called gently from a few paces behind us, her angelic voice carrying a note of maternal scolding. "Please be nice. We need Harry in order to even meet the Lady. She won't respond to anyone from the Church…"
Before I could respond to Xenovia's charming introduction, a blur of chestnut brown hair and boundless energy latched onto Xenovia's arm from the side.
"Xeno-chan, chill out!" The second girl was Japanese, bubbly, and gorgeous in her own right, with long twin tails that bounced when she moved. She wore the same sinfully tight bodysuit as Xenovia, though she carried herself with the energy of someone who had just finished three espressos and was looking for a fourth. She spun toward me with a brilliant smile that could have powered a small city. "Hi! I'm Irina Shidou! It's super nice to meet you, Harry! You look like you work out. Do you work out? I bet you work out. I like guys with muscles."
I blinked. Then blinked again.
"My son doesn't need to be hit on by some exorcist brat," Serafall hissed from somewhere behind my left shoulder, her voice carrying the specific brand of maternal venom she reserved for women who got too close. "And your twin tails are tacky compared to mine."
Irina gasped so hard I thought she might choke. Her hands flew to her twin tails protectively, cradling them like wounded children. "Take that back!"
"Never," Serafall declared, stepping forward with her hands on her hips, her own immaculate black twin tails swaying behind her like battle standards. "Mine are fuller, bouncier, and have been rated number one in the Underworld for three centuries running."
"That's not even a real ranking!"
"It is if I say it is. I'm a Satan."
The argument devolved from there. Within thirty seconds, Serafall and Irina were circling each other like cats fighting over territory, comparing volume, texture, and shine while making increasingly absurd claims about their respective hairstyles. Irina insisted her twin tails were blessed by the Lord Himself. Serafall countered that the Lord had terrible taste in hair.
Xenovia and I exchanged a glance.
Her glare had softened into something closer to exhausted resignation. I imagined my expression looked about the same.
We both sighed at the same time.
"Yours too?" I asked, tilting my head toward Irina.
"Every day," Xenovia muttered. She paused, then added grudgingly, "She's usually worse."
It wasn't exactly friendship. But it was common ground, and standing next to someone while your respective idiots screamed about hair was apparently a bonding experience.
"So," Lilja spoke up from my right, her Valkyrie armor catching the moonlight as she looked between Gabriel and the dark water stretching out before us. "What exactly are we supposed to do now?"
"Yes," Rossweisse added from my left with her silver hair practically glowing under the stars. She had her arms crossed beneath her considerable chest, radiating the energy of a woman who had been given insufficient mission briefing and was deeply unhappy about it. "I'd also appreciate some clarity on the objective, Lady Gabriel."
Gabriel drifted over to us, and even in the pale moonlight she looked impossibly beautiful. Her golden hair cascaded past her waist, and her blue eyes held a gentle, earnest warmth that made it very difficult to stay irritated with her for dragging us across Europe on vague instructions.
"It's quite simple, actually," Gabriel said, folding her hands in front of her. "Harry just needs to approach the water. Wade in a bit, perhaps. Since he carries Merlin's Sacred Gear, the Lady of the Lake should be able to sense it. Once she appears, Harry's role is complete. I'll handle the diplomacy from there."
Lilja narrowed her green eyes. "That's it?"
"That's it."
"That seems far too easy."
Gabriel's perfect composure cracked just slightly. A faint blush colored her cheeks, and she glanced to the side. "Well. There is... a small complication. The Lady of the Lake isn't exactly pleased with the Church at the moment. We did, after all, get the original Excalibur broken. She hasn't spoken to us in several hundred years. I'm hoping that Harry, as Merlin's successor, can convince her to reconsider."
A beat of silence.
Rossweisse huffed through her nose, her silver brows drawing together. "Lady Gabriel, you should have explained all of that from the very beginning. We accepted this mission under incomplete intelligence. That is sloppy. Inexcusably sloppy." She sounded exactly like an overworked secretary who had just discovered her boss forgot to include three pages of the quarterly report.
"Yeah," I agreed, turning to Gabriel. "A heads up would've been nice."
Gabriel wilted. Her wings drooped behind her, and her lower lip actually pushed out in what I could only describe as an angelic pout. She looked like a golden retriever that had been told it was a bad dog.
Damn it. I sighed and smiled at her. It was physically impossible to stay annoyed at a face that beautiful. "I'll still do it."
Gabriel's entire being lit up like the sun breaking through clouds. Her wings snapped open, feathers ruffling with joy, and her smile could have ended wars. "Oh, thank you, Harry! Thank you, thank you!"
She floated forward before I could react and pulled me into a hug.
Gabriel was tall. Taller than me by a few inches. Which meant that when she wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me against her, my face pressed directly into the softest, warmest, most divine pair of breasts I had ever encountered. And I had encountered quite a few.
I inhaled involuntarily. She smelled like sunlight and white flowers and something older and sweeter that I couldn't name, something that made every nerve in my body hum with warmth despite my devil blood. My hands hung at my sides, frozen, because I was fairly certain that groping an Archangel of Heaven would start the kind of war that made the Great War look like a pillow fight.
"Mmph," I managed eloquently.
From somewhere to my left, I heard Xenovia mutter something sharp under her breath.
I glanced sideways. The blue-haired exorcist was scowling at us with an expression that looked an awful lot like jealousy. Her arms were crossed tight, her jaw was clenched, and one of her eyebrows was twitching. She caught me looking and her scowl deepened. "Lucky bastard," she said, quiet enough that she probably thought I couldn't hear it.
I absolutely could.
I waded in until the water reached my waist, cool and clear against my skin, and that was when the lake woke up.
The surface erupted with light. Not the golden warmth of holy magic or the deep blue pulse of Sitri power, but something entirely different. Something I had never felt before. The magic rolled over me in waves that seemed to shift in intent with every heartbeat. Playful, then wary. Welcoming, then sharp-edged. Friendly and malicious at the same time, like a cat that rubbed against your hand while deciding whether or not to bite you.
Fey magic. It had to be. Nothing else felt this alive and this unpredictable simultaneously.
The water at the center of the lake began to rise.
A figure emerged slowly, ascending from the depths as though carried on an invisible staircase. She was tall. Not just tall. Nearly seven feet, with long brown hair that cascaded down past her shoulders in loose, dripping waves. Water streamed down her body as she rose, tracing the curves of her figure, but instead of falling back into the lake the droplets clung and shifted and wove themselves together. The water spun and layered and solidified into fabric, forming a flowing blue dress that wrapped around her body in undulating waves. The material hugged her waist and hips and draped elegantly down to her bare ankles, leaving just enough definition to make it very clear that the Lady of the Lake was built like a goddess.
She walked barefoot across the surface of the water as casually as I might walk across a kitchen floor. Each step sent tiny ripples outward in perfect circles. The moonlight caught her face as she drew closer, and I could see that she was beautiful in the way that ancient things were beautiful.
She stopped a few feet in front of me, head tilted, and licked her lips slowly. "Hello, handsome. I sensed you entering my waters." Her voice was rich and deep, like water flowing over smooth stones. "Might I have your name?"
Well, I wasn't expecting her to be like this…
I smiled wryly. Sona's lessons on fey diplomacy echoed in the back of my mind. Names were currency in the fey world. Power. Never give one freely.
"No," I said. "But you may have the privilege of calling me Harry."
Her lips curved into a slow, delighted grin. "Clever boy." She stepped closer, close enough that I could see the flecks of silver moving in her dark eyes like fish beneath the surface. "You may call me Viviane, handsome."
She circled me slowly, the hem of her water-dress trailing across the surface in spiraling patterns. Her gaze traveled up my body with open, unhurried appreciation, and I got the distinct impression I was being evaluated the way a sculptor evaluates marble.
"My, my," she murmured, pausing beside me. One long finger reached out and traced along my jaw, her touch cool and damp and tingling with magic. "You are quite the specimen, aren't you? And you feel so much like that fun man from a thousand years ago."
"If you mean Merlin," I said, catching her hand gently before it could wander further south, "then I could be considered his successor. It's also possible I'm his direct descendant, alongside roughly half the witches and wizards in Britain. History tends to portray the man as a horndog who slept with hundreds of women."
Viviane threw her head back and laughed. The sound echoed across the lake and the water rippled outward from us in every direction, reacting to her amusement like a living thing.
"Hundreds?" She wiped a tear from the corner of her eye with one elegant finger. "Oh, sweet boy. It was more like thousands. That incubus was a fun one. Exhausting, but fun."
Her laughter faded and her silver-flecked eyes drifted past my shoulder toward the shore. I watched her expression shift as she registered the group standing at the water's edge. She scanned across them, lingering briefly on Serafall, Lilja, and Rossweisse before her gaze landed on Gabriel.
Viviane clicked her tongue. The playfulness in her face cooled by several degrees.
Gabriel stepped forward with her hands clasped and her most diplomatic smile in place. She looked like a woman who knew she was about to apologize for something very old and very unforgiven. "Hello, Viviane. It's been a while." Gabriel's voice was carefully warm. "How are you doing?"
Viviane regarded her the way one might regard a stain on an expensive dress that had been left untreated for centuries.
"I was doing quite well," she said flatly. "I was speaking to a handsome man who came to visit my lake. That doesn't happen very often, and I was enjoying myself." She paused, letting the silence stretch until Gabriel's smile began to strain. "But I suppose now that I've been tricked into showing myself, I am bound by the old laws to offer you all guest rights and hear you out..."
She turned away from Gabriel and swept her gaze across the full group on the shore. Xenovia and Irina. Lilja and Rossweisse. Serafall, who was watching Viviane with narrowed eyes and one hand resting on her hip near her wand.
Viviane raised one hand and made a languid, beckoning gesture. "You may all come into my home."
The water behind her split apart. A doorway formed just off the shoreline, the surface peeling back to reveal a staircase of polished blue stone descending into the depths. Light shimmered from below, warm and inviting, casting dancing reflections across the underside of the parted water.
I did my best to refresh my memory on what ancient guest rights with the fey actually meant as we descended the blue stone staircase into the lake. According to the books Hermione had drilled into my skull during one of her "you will learn this or I will quiz you at breakfast until you cry" sessions, the rules were straightforward.
Don't harm Viviane. Don't damage her property. Don't steal anything. Don't accept gifts without understanding the cost. In return, she was bound to be courteous, provide safety within her domain, and refrain from harming us. Simple enough in theory. With fey, the practice was always where things got complicated. They fucked over a lot of people in the fables.
Viviane led us through what I could only describe as an underwater palace. Corridors of polished stone stretched in every direction, lit by soft blue-green light that seemed to emanate from the walls themselves. Schools of silver fish drifted past windows that looked out into the dark depths of the lake, and the ceiling was a shimmering membrane of water held back by magic so old it felt like it had always been there. The architecture was elegant but wild, organic curves and natural shapes rather than hard angles, as though the palace had grown from the lakebed instead of being built.
She brought us to a sitting room that felt impossibly warm and dry for being at the bottom of a lake.
There was a hearth in the corner. A real hearth, with golden fire crackling merrily in a marble fireplace. I stared at it for a second because part of my brain objected to fire existing under a lake.
Viviane settled herself into a wide, cushioned chair and patted the space beside her, looking directly at me. "Plenty of room for two, handsome."
I opened my mouth to politely decline. I didn't get the chance.
Serafall's hand closed around my wrist and yanked me sideways with the casual, irresistible strength of a woman who could shatter mountains. I landed in a different chair entirely, pulled down onto a seat with Serafall already claiming half of it, her thigh pressed against mine and her arm looped through my elbow in a grip that communicated very clearly that I was not going anywhere. She shot Viviane a look that could have frozen the lake above us solid.
"He's taken," Serafall said curtly.
Lilja dropped into the seat on my other side before anyone else could claim it. Her hand settled on my thigh with quiet, deliberate possessiveness, her fingers curling against the fabric of my trousers. She didn't say anything. She didn't need to. The placement of her hand said everything.
Rossweisse sat beside her sister, back straight, hands folded in her lap, still watching Viviane with the focused wariness of a bodyguard who hadn't fully ruled out an ambush.
Viviane observed the territorial display with obvious amusement, her silver-flecked eyes crinkling at the corners. She leaned back in her chair and crossed one long leg over the other, the hem of her water-dress shifting like a living thing.
"My, my," she murmured. "You really are just like Merlin. All those women are so dedicated to you…"
I avoided her playful gaze.
Gabriel settled herself on a separate couch with Xenovia on her left and Irina on her right.
Viviane sighed, noticing Gabriel staring at her. "Fine." She waved one hand lazily, as though swatting away something tedious. "We might as well get business before pleasure out of the way. What do you want, most cherisheddaughter of the Biblical God?"
Gabriel didn't flinch at the title. "I would like to ask you to repair the Excalibur swords for us."
"Impossible." The word fell from Viviane's lips like a stone dropping into still water. "Excalibur was not merely forged. It was woven. Prophecy, legend, and fey magic, three threads braided into a single blade at a moment in time when all three aligned perfectly. The prophecy has been fulfilled. The legend has passed into history. A thousand years of distance separates this world from the conditions that birthed that sword." She leaned forward. "You cannot reforge a moment. Even I cannot do that, and I am the greatest swordsmith in existence."
I sat with that for a second, genuinely surprised. I had assumed Excalibur was made from some rare magical metal enhanced with powerful enchantments. The idea that a sword could be forged from actual concepts, from prophecy and legend as literal crafting materials, was something I had never considered.
It made the broken fragments the Church carried around feel less like damaged weapons and more like shattered pieces of a fixed point in time.
Xenovia spoke up from Gabriel's side. "Then prove it." Every head in the room turned toward the blue-haired exorcist. Her arms were crossed over her chest, her golden eyes hard and challenging, and she met Viviane's ancient gaze without a flicker of hesitation. "If you can't fix Excalibur, then make something better," Xenovia said, her voice flat and certain. "Prove you still have what it takes to call yourself the greatest swordsmith in the world."
I leaned slightly toward Serafall. "That's a bold thing to say to a fey queen in her own home," I whispered.
Serafall nodded slowly beside me, but her expression was calculating rather than alarmed. "Bold, yes. But it just might work." Her voice dropped lower, pitched for my ears only. "The fey are deeply prideful, and they cannot lie. If Viviane claims to be the greatest swordsmith in existence but can't prove it when challenged, then her own words become a falsehood. And the fey would rather cut off their own hand than be caught in a lie." She glanced across the room at Xenovia with a look of grudging reassessment. "That girl is smarter than the dumb one with the twin tails."
I rolled my eyes. Serafall's vendetta against Irina had nothing to do with intelligence and everything to do with the fact that Irina also wore twin tails and had complimented my muscles within ten seconds of meeting me.
Those were apparently unforgivable sins in the Gospel According to Serafall.
The room had gone very quiet.
Viviane stared at Xenovia for a long, measured moment. The blue fire in the hearth flickered and popped. The fish outside the windows changed direction, as though the mood of the lake itself had shifted.
Then, slowly, a smile spread across Viviane's face. Not warm. Not friendly. The smile of a craftsman who had just been handed a challenge worthy of her time.
"Interesting," she said softly, and the word carried the weight of a thousand years of pride. "But your taunts won't be enough to trick me so easily."
Xenovia grimaced.
Viviane turned her attention to our side of the room next, her eyes sweeping across me, Serafall, Lilja, and Rossweisse with renewed interest. She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward slightly, resting her chin on her knuckles. "Now then. You four aren't with the Church." It wasn't a question. "So tell me, what does your party want from me?"
I opened my mouth to say I didn't particularly want anything. I had come here as a favor to Gabriel and Odin. The Lady of the Lake was fascinating, her underwater palace was incredible, and I was genuinely honored to be sitting in the home of the woman who forged Excalibur. But I hadn't walked in with a shopping list.
Serafall beat me to it. "I want a sword for my son," she said brightly, squeezing my arm against her chest.
I turned to stare at her. "Mum, I don't need a sword. I can conjure blades out of water and ice just fine!"
"Shush." She patted my cheek without looking at me. "Mummy knows best."
Viviane perked up considerably. She sat straighter in her chair, and the look she fixed on me shifted from amused interest to something far more focused. Her gaze traveled down my body with unhurried appreciation, her tongue dragging slowly across her lower lip. "You use water magic?" Her voice dropped lower, warmer. "Like me?"
"Among other things," I said carefully.
"Then this must be fate." Viviane rose from her chair in one fluid motion, her water-dress rippling around her curves as she took a step toward me. The blue fire in the hearth flickered brighter, responding to her mood. "I would be more than happy to forge you a blade, handsome. One worthy of Merlin's successor." She paused. "If you spend the rest of the night in my bed..."
Dead silence.
Across the room, Xenovia and Irina both sputtered like they had swallowed their own tongues. Xenovia's face went through three shades of red in rapid succession before she hunched forward and mumbled something into her fist.
"Wait," the blue-haired exorcist muttered, just loud enough for me to catch. "Are we going to have to sleep with her too?"
Viviane ignored them entirely. Her eyes stayed locked on mine, patient and expectant, as though she had all the time in the world. Which, being an immortal fey, she literally did.
Serafall moved before I could formulate a response.
She turned my face toward her with two fingers on my chin and pressed her lips to the corner of my mouth in a kiss that was soft and brief and absolutely loaded with territorial intent. Her blue eyes never left Viviane's.
"No dice," Serafall said sweetly, her voice carrying the particular tone she used when something was not up for negotiation. "Harry is mine. Find your own man."
Viviane huffed and dropped back into her chair with the dramatic sulking energy of a woman who was used to getting what she wanted. "There aren't a lot of choices when you live in a lake in the middle of nowhere. The nearest village is forty kilometers away and the men there are..." She wrinkled her nose. "Uninspiring…"
Serafall tilted her head. The shift in her expression was subtle but unmistakable to anyone who knew her. The playful mother was gone. The Satan who had navigated Underworld politics for centuries was sitting in my seat now, and she had just spotted an opening.
"What if," Serafall began, her tone casual in the way that preceded her most insane gambits, "I sent you a few incubus men from the Underworld?"
Viviane's eyebrow rose a fraction.
"Handsome men," Serafall continued, examining her nails as if discussing something trivial. "Trained professionals who have spent centuries mastering the carnal arts. I'm talking about men whose entire existence revolves around bringing women pleasure. I would pay for their services myself, and they would stay with you for a full year." She let that hang in the air for exactly the right amount of time before adding, "And if you wanted to keep them longer, or swap them out for different handsome men once the year is up, then perhaps you might consider forging another magical blade for the Underworld in the future."
I stared at my mother.
Then I turned to Lilja, who was staring at Serafall with an expression that mirrored my own perfectly.
We looked back at each other with matching expressions of pure, unfiltered disbelief.
Serafall Leviathan, one of the Four Great Satans of the Underworld, was offering the legendary Lady of the Lake a fully funded reverse harem of professional sex demons in exchange for a custom-forged sword for me.
The crazy thing was that it was working.
Viviane's composure had cracked completely. She was rubbing her thighs together, the muscles in her legs shifting visibly beneath the flowing blue fabric of her dress. Her nipples had stiffened into hard points pressing against the shimmering material. Her breathing had grown heavier, her chest rising and falling in a quickened rhythm, and she dragged her tongue across her lips again with none of the earlier control.
"You have a deal," Viviane said, her voice slightly rougher than before. She swallowed. "That is the best deal I have ever heard, actually."
The pact was officially bound with that one word. Fey magic rippled across everyone in the room as we bore witness to something that probably had King Arthur weeping in his grave.
Serafall caught my eye and winked.
She wasn't a master of supernatural politics for nothing. Centuries of navigating the Underworld's most treacherous negotiations had apparently given her an instinct for reading people that bordered on supernatural even by supernatural standards. She had walked into this room, taken one look at the famous Lady of the Lake, and immediately pegged her as a pervert.
Although I supposed I couldn't exactly throw stones about that. Everyone in my family was worse.
Viviane turned to Gabriel next, and the predatory gleam in her eyes hadn't dimmed in the slightest. She glanced at Xenovia, let her gaze linger there for a moment with obvious appreciation, then looked back at the Archangel.
"Could the Church match that offer?" Viviane asked. "I would be more than happy to forge another legendary holy blade if a couple of handsome angel boys came down to entertain me for a while."
Gabriel's face contorted into an expression of genuine spiritual pain. "I could never ask any of my siblings to do that. The act alone would cause them to Fall."
"Pity," Viviane murmured.
"I'll throw in a couple extra incubus."
Every head in the room snapped toward Serafall. Including mine.
She was grinning. "I'll cover the Church's order as well," Serafall said lightly, addressing Viviane but watching Gabriel from the corner of her eye. "A few more handsome men on the Underworld's tab. Consider it an act of inter-faction generosity."
Gabriel's perfect lips parted in shock. Her blue eyes went wide, shimmering with something that looked dangerously close to hope. "Really?" she breathed. "You would do that for us?"
Serafall's grin widened until it showed teeth. "Of course I would," she said. "But now you have to be a recurring character on my show. Not just a one-time guest appearance. A full recurring villain role with a character arc, a transformation sequence, and at least one musical number per episode." She pointed at Xenovia and Irina without looking at them. "And those two will be your henchmen."
Irina puffed out her cheeks in a shocked pout.
Serafall leaned back and delivered the killing blow. "Everyone in the Underworld will get to see that my twin tails are far superior to some side character's."
"Deal," Gabriel said instantly. Gabriel folded her hands serenely in her lap. "It is for the good of Heaven and the church."
"It is for the good of her vile and sinful show's television ratings," Xenovia said, looking horrified.
"That too!" Serafall said brightly.
Irina was still pouting.
Viviane rose from her chair with renewed energy, her water-dress swirling around her legs as excitement radiated off her in visible waves. The hearth fire blazed brighter, and tiny currents of water spiraled up from the floor around her feet like eager pets. "Wonderful," she said, clapping her hands together. "I'll get started right away. Two blades. One for Merlin's successor, one holy sword for the Church." Her eyes sparkled with creative fervor that had clearly been dormant for centuries. "They should be ready by morning. In the meantime, you are all welcome to spend the night in my guest rooms."
She swept toward a side corridor, already muttering to herself about alloys, enchantments, and tempering methods.
Then she paused, looked back over her shoulder, and fixed Serafall with a look. "When can I expect my men?"
"When we see the swords," Serafall said without missing a beat.
Viviane made a sound that was not entirely appropriate for mixed company and disappeared around the corner.
"That went amazing!" Serafall announced and launched herself onto the enormous guest bed. The mattress was easily large enough for six people, draped in silvery blue sheets that shimmered faintly with residual fey magic. "Oh, it's really soft!" She rolled across the surface with gleeful abandon, her twin tails fanning out around her, her magical girl skirt riding up her thighs as she twisted onto her back and stretched her arms wide. "Viviane has excellent taste in beds. I'll give her that."
I sat down on the edge of the mattress beside her and leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees. The events of the past few hours pressed down on me with a weight that had nothing to do with exhaustion.
"I don't think I'm worthy of a legendary blade," I muttered.
Lilja and Rossweisse scoffed at the exact same time. The identical noise from the two sisters was so perfectly synchronized that it startled all three of us.
"Of course you are," Lilja said firmly, standing near the foot of the bed with her arms crossed. Her green eyes held no room for argument.
"Harry is a valiant man," Rossweisse added from beside her sister, her silver hair catching the soft blue glow of the fey lanterns along the walls. Her voice carried the weight of genuine conviction. "The only man worthy of my sister, and of my..." She trailed off. Her pale cheeks flushed pink, then red. She coughed into her fist. "Of myself as w..." Another cough. She looked at the ceiling. "Never mind."
Lilja smiled at her sister. The expression was soft, knowing, and deeply affectionate.
Serafall rolled onto her stomach and propped her chin on both fists, grinning like a cat that had spotted a mouse trying very hard to pretend it was a rock. "Maybe we should talk about that now," she said.
Rossweisse blinked. "Talk about what?"
"About you, Rossie." Serafall pushed herself up to sit cross-legged on the bed, her expression shifting from playful to sincere in one of those seamless transitions only she could pull off. "Would you like to quit working for Odin's smelly old fart self and join my amazing son and his peerage instead?" She gestured at me with both hands like a game show hostess presenting the grand prize. "Your magic is very impressive. You would make an excellent Bishop for Harry."
My brain caught up a second later.
"Hold on," I said. "Could I even do that? Rossweisse is Ultimate Class. Even if I switched Narcissa from Bishop to Pawn, I don't know if I'm powerful enough to reincarnate someone that strong as a Bishop."
Serafall just grinned at me. The kind of grin that meant she had already solved the problem three moves ago and was just waiting for everyone else to catch up. "I'll take care of it. Nothing but the best for my Harry and my So-tan."
Even after all these months, even after everything, having someone like Serafall as my mum still hit me in places I did not always know how to handle. She was insane. She was shameless. She had probably tried to seduce me twice before lunch on at least four separate days.
I had spent years with relatives who treated me like an inconvenience, even if they mellowed out towards the end. At least until they found out I was actually a devil living under their roof all this time.
But she loved me. Fiercely. Completely. Without hesitation.
Having a mum who would casually restructure reality to give me the best of everything was still something I was learning how to accept. I felt my cheeks heat up and looked down at my hands.
Lilja's fingers found mine. She sat down beside me on the edge of the bed and began rubbing slow circles over my palm with her thumb, grounding me without a word.
Every eye in the room turned to Rossweisse.
She stood in the middle of the guest chamber with her hands clasped in front of her, her silver hair curtaining her face as she stared at the polished stone floor. Her lips moved, but the sound that came out was barely a breath.
I thought her mumbling was adorable, but I leaned forward slightly. "You're going to have to speak up, Rossweisse. We can't hear you." I kept my voice gentle. "I would love to have you in my peerage. But I'm in no way trying to force you. This is your choice."
Rossweisse's head snapped up. Her face was scarlet from her neck to the tips of her ears, and her green eyes were glassy with emotion. "That's not it!" she sputtered, her hands balling into fists at her sides. "I'm just... I was just..." She took a shaky breath, squeezed her eyes shut, and forced the words out like she was ripping off a bandage. "Yes. I want to join your peerage. And I want to be with you. As well." Her voice cracked on the last word and she pressed on before she could lose her nerve. "I've been having dreams about you. Naughty dreams. For weeks. And they've been getting worse. Or better…"
She opened one eye to gauge the room's reaction.
Lilja scoffed playfully beside me. "Every night? Really, Rossie?"
"Shut up, Lilja!"
Serafall bounced on the mattress, practically vibrating with happiness. "Yay! This is wonderful! Harry, aren't you happy? You should be happy! I'm so happy!" She clapped her hands together and then turned to Rossweisse, her blue eyes taking on a different quality entirely. The playful maternal warmth was still there, but underneath it something hotter simmered to the surface. She looked Rossweisse up and down slowly, lingering on the places where her armor met skin, and the smile that curved across Serafall's lips was pure, undiluted desire. "Rossweisse," Serafall said, her voice dropping to something low and inviting. "Do you know what's better than dreams?"
Rossweisse blinked, thrown by the sudden shift in temperature. "What?"
"Reality," Serafall said with a wink, and scooted across the bed until she was pressed against my side, her hand settling high on my thigh. She looked up at Lilja on my other side, and Lilja met her gaze with a slow, knowing smile of her own.
The blue fey lanterns along the walls seemed to dim on cue, as if even Viviane's palace could read the room.
Rossweisse stood frozen in the middle of the chamber, watching the three of us on the bed. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly, her lips parted, her green eyes went wide and darker.
"Oh," she whispered.
(The rest of this chapter is R-18 smut. There is also some futa in this one. Just a heads up.)
Serafall turned toward Lilja on the bed, cupped her face with both hands, and leaned in slowly. Their lips met in a kiss that started soft and exploratory, almost tender. Lilja squeaked against Serafall's mouth, a tiny surprised sound that vibrated between them, and Serafall seized the opening immediately. Her tongue slipped past Lilja's parted lips, deepening the kiss with practiced confidence, tilting Lilja's head back with gentle pressure from her fingertips.
Rossweisse gasped from where she stood at the foot of the bed. Her hand flew to her mouth, her green eyes going wide as she watched her little sister being kissed by a Satan.
I caught Rossweisse's gaze and winked, patting the mattress beside me.
She hesitated. Two seconds. Maybe three.
Her fingers curled and uncurled at her sides, her breath catching audibly in the quiet room. Then something in her expression shifted, the careful, responsible, overthinking Valkyrie secretary giving way to the woman underneath, and she stepped forward.
Serafall broke the kiss with Lilja. A thin strand of saliva connected their lips for a moment before it snapped. Lilja's cheeks were flushed, her green eyes glazed, her chest rising and falling in quickened breaths. Serafall licked her own lips with obvious satisfaction and turned to me.
She kissed me next. Her mouth was hot and eager and tasted faintly of Lilja. Her tongue pushed against mine with the aggressive, possessive energy she always brought to kissing me, one hand fisting the front of my shirt while the other gripped the back of my neck.
Out of the corner of my eye, even with Serafall's lips sealed against mine, I could hear Rossweisse's trembling whisper from the edge of the bed.
"Is this really happening?"
Lilja's voice was warm and steady beside me. "Only if you want it to, Rossie."
Serafall pulled back from my mouth with a wet pop and grinned, her blue eyes blazing. "Damn right she does." She tapped her temple with one finger. "My horny senses are tingling. She wants it bad!"
I couldn't help it. I laughed. The tension in the room cracked like thin ice, and even Rossweisse let out a shaky, breathless giggle from beside me.
I looked at Lilja and then at Rossweisse, letting my gaze travel over the gleaming silver Valkyrie armor both sisters still wore. Functional. Elegant. Completely in the way.
"Are you two planning to keep that on all night?" I asked.
Lilja smiled at me. The kind of smile she gave me right before she did something that made my heart stop.
Her armor dissolved. Silver light broke apart from her body in cascading motes that drifted upward like fireflies and vanished into the air, peeling away plate by plate, greave by greave, until the last shimmer faded and she was sitting on the bed in nothing but a lacy red bra that barely contained her full breasts and a matching red thong that left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her toned stomach, her strong thighs, the dip of her waist, the swell of her hips. Every inch of her was on display.
"Oh, fuck yes," Serafall breathed, her eyes raking down Lilja's body with naked hunger. "Your body is just as amazing as I remember, Lily."
Serafall pushed Lilja down onto the mattress before she could respond, pressing her back flat against the silvery sheets and climbing on top of her. Serafall's mouth descended on Lilja's throat, kissing and sucking along the curve of her neck, dragging her lips across her skin, nipping at the sensitive skin below her ear. Her hands roamed everywhere, squeezing Lilja's waist, sliding up her ribs, tracing the edge of her bra.
"Nnnh... ahhh..." Lilja arched beneath her, her red hair fanning across the pillow. "I'm not Lily," she managed between soft moans, her fingers gripping the sheets. "I'm Lilja Nornas... aah..."
"You're both," I said, my voice coming out rougher than I intended. "And you're beautiful."
Lilja shuddered hard beneath Serafall at my words, a full-body tremor that rolled through her from her shoulders to her curling toes. A broken whimper escaped her lips.
My cock was straining painfully against my trousers. Watching Serafall on top of Lilja, hearing the wet sounds of her mouth on skin, watching Lilja's back arch and her thighs press together, it was taking every ounce of willpower I had not to tear my clothes off and join them immediately.
But Rossweisse came first.
I turned to her. She was standing right at the edge of the bed now, close enough to touch, her green eyes darting between me and the scene unfolding on the mattress beside us. Her breathing was shallow and fast. Her hands were trembling.
I reached out and took her hand.
Her fingers were cool against mine. I pulled her gently toward me, not forcing, just guiding. She let herself be drawn closer until she was standing between my knees.
"Your turn," I said quietly.
Rossweisse's blush deepened to crimson. She closed her eyes, took one steadying breath, and her armor dissolved.
The silver plates broke apart into motes of pale light just like Lilja's had, cascading off her body and floating upward in a shimmering cascade. The breastplate vanished first, revealing a simple white bra underneath that strained against the generous swell of her breasts. The waist guard followed, then the leg plates, then the arm guards, each piece disintegrating in sequence until the last fragments of light drifted away and Rossweisse stood before me in nothing but the white bra and a matching white thong that stretched over the perfect round curve of her ass.
Her body was gorgeous. Where Lilja was lean and athletic from centuries of combat training, Rossweisse was softer, fuller. Wider hips. A narrower waist that flared into thick, powerful thighs. Her breasts were larger than Lilja's, heavy and round beneath the thin white fabric, her nipples already pressing stiff against the material. Her stomach was toned but not hard, the kind of body that came from a woman who trained relentlessly but also drank too much mead and skipped leg day when she was sad.
I loved every inch of it.
"You're beautiful, Rossweisse," I told her.
Her lower lip quivered. Something raw and vulnerable flickered across her face, the look of a woman who had spent years convincing herself that no one would ever say those words to her and mean them.
I pulled her down into my lap. She came willingly, her thighs settling on either side of mine, her weight pressing warm and soft against me. Her hands landed on my shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt. Her green eyes met mine from inches away, wide and nervous and wanting.
I cupped her jaw with one hand, threading my fingers into her silver hair, and kissed her.
Her lips were impossibly soft. She tasted like the brandy she had stolen from Azazel's office and something sweeter underneath, vanilla, maybe, or honey. She was tentative at first, barely moving, letting me lead. But when I deepened the kiss, when my tongue brushed against her lower lip and she opened for me with a shaky exhale, something in her broke loose. Her fingers tightened on my shoulders. She pressed closer, her breasts flattening against my chest, and kissed me back with a desperate, clumsy hunger that made my blood sing.
"Mmm... mmmnh..." She moaned softly into my mouth, the sound vibrating against my lips, and her hips shifted in my lap, grinding down once against the hard length of my cock through my trousers.
Her eyes flew open. Her whole body went rigid as she registered what she had just felt pressing against her.
"Oh," she whispered against my lips. "Oh my."
From somewhere behind me, Lilja's voice drifted over breathlessly between Serafall's kisses. "Hhh... told you... aaah... told you he was big, Rossie..."
My tongue slid past Rossweisse's lips, finding hers, licking slow and deep into her mouth until she whimpered against me. She tasted like stolen brandy and desperation. I grabbed her ass with both hands, my fingers sinking into the soft flesh through the thin white fabric of her thong, and rolled her hips forward. Her panty-clad pussy dragged along the hard ridge of my cock straining beneath my trousers, and the friction drew a ragged moan out of both of us.
"Ahhhn... nnnh..." Rossweisse moaned into my mouth, her thighs squeezing against my hips, her fingers digging into my shoulders hard enough to bruise.
I ground her down again, slower this time, pressing the bulge of my cock right against the damp heat soaking through her underwear. Her whole body shivered and she broke the kiss with a gasping cry, her head falling back.
Beside us, the bed was a mess of tangled limbs and desperate sounds.
Serafall had stripped Lilja's bra away entirely. The red lace lay discarded on the sheets and Lilja's bare breasts were fully exposed, full and round with stiff pink nipples. Serafall had her mouth on them, her lips wrapped around one nipple while her tongue circled and flicked, sucking with wet, obscene enthusiasm. Lilja's back was arched off the mattress, one hand fisted in Serafall's dark hair, pulling her closer.
"Ahhh... ffuck... Sera..." Lilja's moans filled the room, breathless and raw.
One of Serafall's hands slid down Lilja's toned stomach and pushed between her thighs. Even from where I sat I could see the dark patch of arousal soaking through Lilja's red thong. Serafall's fingers pressed against it and she groaned around Lilja's nipple.
Serafall released the stiff peak with a pop, a string of saliva connecting her lips to Lilja's breast. "Mmm, you're soaked, Lily." Her voice was thick with lust. "This is giving me flashbacks to the night we made Harry." Her blue eyes were wild, pupils blown wide, and her grin was absolutely feral as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of Lilja's thong and started pulling it down. "Let me see you properly."
Lilja lifted her hips and the red thong slid down her long legs and off her feet, tossed carelessly onto the floor.
I turned back to Rossweisse in my lap. My hands moved from her ass to the clasp at her back. I unhooked her bra with a practiced flick of my fingers and the white fabric went slack. I peeled it away from her body slowly, letting the straps slide down her pale arms.
Her breasts spilled free. They were bigger than Lilja's, heavy and round and perfect, the skin porcelain white with soft pink nipples that were already puckered tight with arousal. They rose and fell with each shaky breath she took, and under the soft blue glow of the fey lanterns they looked like they had been sculpted from moonlight.
Rossweisse crossed her arms over her chest instinctively, her face burning. "Don't stare," she whispered. "They're too big. They've always been too big. My armor never fits right because of..."
I caught her wrists gently and pulled her arms away.
"Rossweisse." I held her gaze and let every ounce of sincerity I had pour into my voice. "You are absolutely gorgeous. Your body is flawless. Your skin is perfect. And your hair..." I reached up and threaded my fingers through the long silver strands cascading over her bare shoulders. "I have never seen anything more beautiful."
"Aaah..." She moaned softly, her eyes fluttering shut. Just from the words. Just from being told she was wanted. Her nipples tightened even further and a visible shiver rippled across her skin.
I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it aside.
Rossweisse's eyes flew open and dropped to my bare torso. Her mouth fell open. Her hands came up tentatively, trembling, and landed on my chest. Her cool fingers traced the lines of my muscles, sliding over my pectorals, down the ridges of my abs, following the hard contours with the reverent focus of a woman mapping terrain she had only imagined.
"Oh gods," she breathed. "You're... you really are..." Her fingertips found the V-line at my hips and her breath hitched audibly.
I pulled her closer. Her bare breasts pressed against my chest, soft and warm and heavy, her stiff nipples dragging across my skin. She gasped at the contact and I swallowed the sound with my mouth, kissing her deep and slow while our bodies squished together, skin against skin, her hips rolling instinctively in my lap.
"Mmmmh... haaah... mmnh..." Rossweisse melted into me, her arms wrapping around my neck, her tongue sliding clumsily against mine with growing confidence. Every tiny grind of her hips pressed the soaked fabric of her thong harder against my aching cock, and the wet heat radiating through the thin material was driving me insane.
"Aaahhhh! Oh... oh fuck... Sera, right there... hhhnnn..."
Lilja's desperate cries pulled at my attention. I broke the kiss with Rossweisse just enough to glance over.
Serafall had pushed Lilja's thighs apart and settled between them, her face buried between Lilja's legs. Her tongue dragged in one long, slow, deliberate lick from the bottom of Lilja's glistening pussy all the way to her swollen clit.
"Mmmmm," Serafall hummed against her, the vibration making Lilja's thighs clamp around her head. "You taste exactly how I remember."
Lilja's hand fisted tighter in Serafall's hair, her hips bucking up against her mouth. "Hhhaah... aahh... don't... don't stop..."
Rossweisse watched her little sister writhing under Serafall's tongue with wide, glassy eyes. Her mouth hung open. Her chest was heaving. I could feel her pulse hammering through every point where our bodies touched.
She turned back to me and the look in her green eyes had changed completely. The nervousness was still there, flickering at the edges, but underneath it was something raw and hungry that had been locked away for a very long time.
"Harry," she whispered, and the way she said my name made my cock throb so hard I thought I might lose my mind.
A hand grabbed the front of my chest and yanked me backward.
I landed flat on my back on the mattress with a soft bounce, the silvery sheets cool against my bare skin. Serafall was lying right beside me, propped on one elbow, her face flushed pink and her blue eyes glittering with mischief. She was still wearing her full Magical Girl Levia-tan costume, the frills and ribbons and starry tights absurdly out of place against the debauched scene unfolding around her.
She winked at me and snapped her fingers.
My trousers and underwear disintegrated. Not pulled off. Not unbuttoned. Simply ceased to exist in a flash of pink sparks, the fabric shredding into nothing and leaving me completely naked on the bed. My cock sprang free, rock hard and aching, standing straight up from the sudden release.
Serafall tilted her head and looked down at it with a slow, appraising smirk. "Very nice," she purred.
She snapped her fingers again and her own costume vanished in a cascade of glittering light. The frills, the ribbons, the tights, the tiny skirt, all of it dissolved like sugar in water, leaving her body bare. Her full breasts settled against the sheets, her flat stomach curved into the flare of her wide hips, and her skin glowed warm under the blue fey lanterns.
My gaze traveled down her body on instinct. From her flushed face to the swell of her breasts, down across her stomach, between her parted thighs where...
My eyes went wide. My mouth fell open.
There was something between Serafall's thighs that I was absolutely not expecting to see.
"Mmmnnh..." Serafall moaned softly as her fingers wrapped around a cock sitting just above her clit. It was hard and flushed and undeniably real, not quite as long or thick as mine but still impressive by any standard. She stroked it lazily, her hips rolling into her own touch, and looked up at me through her lashes with a grin that was equal parts sheepish and utterly shameless.
"Meet your daddy, Harry," she giggled.
The words hit me like a truck. My brain short-circuited for a solid three seconds.
Wow, I always knew she was going to bring that out at some point. I'm more surprised she never did sooner, but I think she wanted me to get used to being a 'depraved' devil first…
Serafall glanced past me toward Lilja and Rossweisse, who were both frozen in place on the bed. Lilja's green eyes were locked on Serafall's cock with an expression of vivid recognition, her lips parted, her cheeks were burning.
Rossweisse looked like her soul had briefly left her body and was trying to decide whether to come back.
"You two," Serafall said. "Get over here and ride us."
Lilja moved first.
She scooted closer to Serafall on the bed, her bare breasts swaying with the movement, her red hair trailing across the silver sheets. She swung one long leg over Serafall's waist and straddled her, settling her weight on Serafall's hips. Her hands pressed flat against Serafall's toned stomach for balance.
But before she lowered herself, Lilja turned her head and locked eyes with me.
Her green eyes were bright with desire and something deeper. Trust and overwhelming love. She bit her lower lip and waited, as if asking for permission from her King.
I smiled at her and gave a small nod.
She smiled back, and the tension in her shoulders melted away.
"Fuck yes," Serafall breathed beside me, her voice cracking with excitement. "This takes me back." She leaned over and pressed a tender kiss to my cheek, her lips lingering against my skin. "Watch, baby. Watch your mummy and your queen."
Rossweisse crawled closer on her knees, still wearing nothing but her white thong. The dark wet patch at the center had spread until the thin fabric was nearly transparent, clinging to the shape of her pussy beneath. She knelt beside my hip and her eyes traveled down to my cock standing rigid against my stomach.
"This is my first time," she whispered, her voice shaking. She swallowed hard and her gaze stayed fixed between my legs. "And you're very... you're so big, Harry."
"Yeah he is," Serafall confirmed proudly from beside me, and then her words dissolved into a guttural moan. "Ohhhh fuuuck..."
Lilja had lowered herself. Her dripping wet pussy had touched the tip of Serafall's cock, and the contact alone was enough to make Serafall's back arch and her toes curl against the sheets.
I reached up and cupped Rossweisse's face in my hand, turning her attention back to me. Her green eyes were glassy with arousal and nerves and something achingly vulnerable underneath.
"You're going to be amazing," I told her softly. "There's nothing to be afraid of. We'll go as slow as you need."
Something crumbled behind her eyes. She blinked rapidly, her lower lip trembling, and nodded.
Rossweisse hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her thong and slowly peeled it down her long, pale legs. The soaked white fabric clung to her skin before pulling free, exposing the soft pink lips of her pussy, framed by a neat strip of trimmed silver pubic hair that matched the beautiful hair color cascading down her back.
She kicked the thong off her ankle and knelt beside me, fully naked, her heavy breasts rising and falling with each shaky breath.
My eyes raked over her entire body and I couldn't have stopped the words even if I had wanted to. "You are absolutely gorgeous, Rossweisse."
Her face blazed crimson. She glanced sideways at Lilja, who was slowly sinking down onto Serafall's cock with a long, trembling "Aaaaahhhh..." that filled the room like music. Rossweisse watched her little sister's face contort with pleasure, watched the way Lilja's fingers dug into Serafall's stomach, watched the way her own sister's body accepted Serafall inch by inch.
Then Rossweisse copied her.
She placed both hands flat on my chest, her cool fingers pressing against my warm skin, and swung one pale leg over my body. She settled her weight above me, her thick thighs framing my hips, her bare pussy hovering just above my cock.
She lowered herself.
I felt it the moment the slick, scorching heat of her virgin entrance touched the swollen head of my cock. My hands flew to her hips, gripping the soft flesh as a groan tore out of my chest.
Rossweisse gasped, her green eyes flying wide, her fingers curling against my pectorals.
"Oh," she breathed, her voice barely audible over Lilja's escalating moans beside us. "Oh... oh gods..."
I groaned deep in my chest as Rossweisse's tight virgin pussy sank down around my cock inch by agonizing inch. The pleasure was unreal. She was impossibly tight, her walls clenching and fluttering around me as her body stretched to accommodate my size, and the sight of her above me, her pale body trembling, her heavy breasts shaking, her silver hair spilling across her flushed skin, was one of the most erotic things I had ever witnessed.
Right beside us, Lilja had already found her rhythm.
She was bouncing on Serafall's cock with increasing confidence, her toned thighs flexing as she rose and dropped, her bare breasts swaying with every impact. The wet, rhythmic sounds of their bodies connecting filled the chamber alongside Lilja's breathless moans.
"Ohhh fuuuck, Lily..." Serafall groaned, her head pressing back into the pillow, her blue eyes half-lidded with bliss. "Your pussy is so tight... mmnh... so much tighter than twenty years ago… Your body is so toned now too!"
"Aaahh... Sera, stop... hhnnn... that's embarrassing..." Lilja gasped, her rhythm faltering as heat rushed to her already flushed cheeks.
Serafall's hands found Lilja's ass and squeezed both cheeks hard, pulling them apart and pushing them together, kneading the firm flesh with greedy fingers. "I will never stop," she said with absolute sincerity.
Rossweisse's descent halted with a shudder. My cock had pressed against her cervix, as deep as her body could take me, and her pussy fluttered wildly around the full length buried inside her. Her ass rested against my thighs. I could feel the trembling in her legs radiating through every point where our bodies touched.
Her face was flushed from her chest to her hairline, her pink lips parted in a soft O, her green eyes unfocused and swimming. She braced herself against my chest and exhaled a shaky, overwhelmed breath.
"It feels so much better than my dreams," she whispered. "So much more. I can feel every... every inch of you, Harry..."
She dragged her hips upward. Slowly. My cock slid through her tight, slick walls, the friction sending white-hot pleasure racing up my spine. Then she dropped back down.
Plap.
"Fuuuck..." I groaned, my fingers digging into the soft flesh of her hips. The sensation of her virgin pussy dragging along the full length of my cock for that single thrust nearly short-circuited my brain.
Rossweisse's eyes snapped to her sister beside her. Lilja was riding Serafall with her head thrown back, gasping and moaning, her body rolling in fluid waves. Rossweisse watched for three seconds, studying the motion, the angle, the rhythm.
Then she started moving.
Only a supernatural woman could recover from losing her virginity that fast and start riding cock like she was born for it. Her hips lifted and dropped, lifted and dropped, finding a steady rhythm that matched Lilja's pace beside her. Each downstroke drove my cock deep into her clenching heat, and each upstroke dragged her tight walls along my shaft in a way that made my vision blur at the edges.
Plap. Plap. Plap. Plap.
Rossweisse's body bounced above me, her large pale breasts swinging in heavy circles with every thrust, her silver hair flying around her flushed face. Her mouth was open and her breathing came in sharp, rhythmic gasps that climbed higher with every impact.
"Aah... aah... aah... haaah..." She looked down at me through half-closed eyes, her expression caught between disbelief and euphoria. "Is my pussy good, Harry? Does it... nnnh... does it feel good for you?"
"Amazing," I groaned, barely getting the word out. "Your pussy is fucking amazing, Rossweisse."
And it really was. Everything about her was. Her body, her strength, her vulnerability, the way she had waited so long and trusted me enough to give me this.
She smiled down at me, and for the first time since I had met her there wasn't a trace of insecurity behind it. Just pure, radiant, lustful pride.
"I'm no longer a single lonely Valkyrie," she declared, rolling her hips in a deep, grinding circle that made us both shudder.
"Damn right you're not," Serafall gasped from beside me, her voice strained with pleasure.
Lilja was falling apart on top of Serafall. Her pace had turned frantic, her body slamming down hard, her breasts bouncing wildly as desperate moans spilled from her lips without any attempt to control them.
"Aaahh! Aahh! Sera! Hhhnnn! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuuuck..."
Serafall and I locked eyes across the pillow, our faces only inches apart as both sisters rode us side by side. She smiled at me. That warm, real, unguarded smile she only showed when it was just family.
"Hi, Harry," she said softly.
"Hi, Mum," I said.
Something blazed behind her eyes. She bit her lower lip and moaned, her whole body arching as a wave of arousal visibly crashed through her. "This is so fucking hot," she breathed. Then she planted her feet against the mattress and started thrusting her hips upward, driving her cock up into Lilja in time with each of Lilja's downstrokes.
Lilja's gasp tore through the room. "AAAHH! Oh... oh gods... Sera!"
Her hand flew to her stomach, pressing flat against her toned abdomen where she could feel Serafall's cock pushing deep inside her. "So deep," she murmured, her voice cracking. "You're so deep, Sera... hhhnnn..."
I turned my focus back to Rossweisse above me. I reached up and filled both hands with her breasts, squeezing the heavy, soft flesh, rolling her stiff pink nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. She cried out and her rhythm stuttered, her pussy clenching hard around my cock.
"Aaahhn! Harry! Yes... mmmnh... don't stop touching me... please..."
She kept bouncing, harder now, slamming her hips down with the full supernatural strength of an Ultimate Class Valkyrie. The bed frame groaned beneath us. The fey lanterns on the walls flickered. And the wet, obscene symphony of flesh meeting flesh, Rossweisse on my cock and Lilja on Serafall's, echoed off the polished stone walls of Viviane's underwater palace.
I kept rubbing Rossweisse's breasts as she rode me, kneading the heavy soft flesh, rolling her stiff nipples under my palms. Her pussy was getting tighter with every thrust, wetter with every bounce, her arousal coating my cock and dripping down onto my thighs. The sounds filling the room were intoxicating. The rhythmic clap of her ass hitting my legs. Her ragged, desperate breathing. The slick, obscene noise of my cock sliding in and out of her soaked pussy.
I could never get enough of this. Sex was my sin and I knew it. Lust ran through my blood the same way it ran through my mother's, a Sitri birthright that I had stopped fighting and started embracing a long time ago. I was never ashamed of it. Not once.
"Aaahh! Aahh! Sera! I'm... hhnnn... I'm going to cum! I'm cumming!" Lilja's voice shattered beside us, her cries climbing to a desperate pitch. Her body shook violently on top of Serafall, her thighs trembling, her stomach clenching.
Serafall grabbed Lilja's arms and pulled her down. Lilja collapsed against her, their breasts squishing together, nipples grinding, and Serafall caught Lilja's open mouth in a deep, hungry kiss. Their tongues tangled visibly between their lips, sloppy and wet and urgent, saliva glistening on their chins.
Lilja's hips never stopped. Even as she moaned into Serafall's mouth, even as her orgasm tore through her, she kept grinding and rocking, fucking herself through the peak with mindless, desperate rolls of her hips.
I pinched both of Rossweisse's nipples at the same time. Not too hard. Just enough. Exactly the way I had learned drove women over the edge.
Rossweisse's back arched like a drawn bow. Her head snapped back, her silver hair flying, and she moaned my name so loud it echoed off the stone walls of the chamber.
"HARRYYYYY! Aaaaahhhnnn!"
Her pussy clamped down on my cock like a vice, squeezing so tight that I saw stars. Her entire body seized above me, trembling and shaking, her thighs locking around my hips as the orgasm crashed through her in violent waves. Her mouth hung open in a silent scream before another broken moan ripped free, and her hips jerked erratically against mine, grinding my cock deep against her cervix as she came.
The pressure was too much. Pleasure shot down my spine like lightning and detonated at the base of my cock.
"Fffuck... Rossweisse..." I groaned through clenched teeth as my hips bucked upward. The first thick rope of cum erupted deep inside her, flooding her tight pussy with heat. Her cervix pressed greedily against the head of my cock, drinking up every pulse, and Rossweisse shuddered and whimpered above me with each hot burst she felt filling her.
"Oh... ohhh... Harry... I can feel it... nnhh... so much... so warm..."
Beside us, Serafall broke the kiss with Lilja and threw her head back against the pillow.
"Fuck, Lily!" she gasped, her blue eyes rolling back. Her hips started to buck wildly beneath Lilja's trembling body. "I'm cumming! Hhnngh... fuck fuck fuck..."
Serafall's back arched off the mattress as she slammed her hips upward one final time. Lilja gasped sharply, her fingers clawing at Serafall's shoulders, and I could see thick white liquid leaking out around the base of Serafall's cock where it was still buried inside Lilja's pussy. The cum spilled down Serafall's shaft and pooled on her stomach as Lilja collapsed bonelessly on top of her, their sweaty bodies pressed flush together, both of them panting into each other's necks.
"Mmmmh..." Serafall purred beneath the weight of Lilja's spent body, her hands lazily stroking up and down Lilja's bare back. "Haven't done that in a while. It was so good, Lily..."
Lilja mumbled something incoherent against Serafall's neck that might have been agreement.
I finished pumping the last of my load inside Rossweisse with a final grunt, my cock twitching through the aftershocks as her pussy milked every drop. My hands slid from her breasts to her waist, then up to her shoulders, and I gently pulled her sweaty, trembling body down on top of mine.
Rossweisse collapsed against my chest with a breathless sigh. Her heavy breasts flattened against me, her cheek pressed over my heartbeat, her silver hair spilling across my skin like liquid moonlight. Her body was flushed pink from head to toe, glistening with sweat, and small aftershock tremors kept running through her thighs.
My cock was still hard inside her. I could feel her pussy pulsing gently around me, still full of my cum, still impossibly warm and tight. But we all needed a few minutes. Even devils and Valkyries had their limits.
I pressed my lips to the damp curve of her neck and kissed her softly. She shivered and nuzzled closer, her arms wrapping around my ribs.
"Welcome to the family, Rossweisse," I murmured against her skin.
She made a small, happy sound against my chest that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob. Her fingers tightened against my sides, holding on like she was afraid I might disappear.
"Thank you," she whispered. "Thank you, Harry. I can't wait to join your peerage."
Beside us, Serafall turned her head on the pillow and caught my eye. Lilja was still draped across her, breathing softly, her red hair tangled with Serafall's dark twin tails. My mother smiled at me.
I smiled back.
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