As it turned out, Riser wasn't among those waiting for Harry. There were just two guests, both women, and both beautiful in different ways. There was an absolutely stacked purple haired woman with curves that could match Akeno and naturally sexy lidded eyes. Next to her was a blond that shared many of Riser's features, except they were packaged into a petite figure with bigger breasts than Koneko on a similar body. Her hair was in twintails and her outfit was made of frilly pink fabric.
When Harry went and sat down on the main couch of the occult research clubroom, the blond one gave him a glare. That wasn't super surprising, given what Harry had done to Riser and the strong familial resemblance between the two. Harry was more intrigued when the curvy purple haired woman stopped the glare, nudging the blond purposefully.
Fleur had excused herself, pleading that dealing with politics bored her. She'd gone to explore the rest of the clubhouse hoping to find a shower, leaving Harry and Koneko to deal with the guests.
Speaking of Koneko, she was curled up in a little ball next to Harry on the couch, resting her head on his thigh and glaring at the interlopers who halted her fun time. Her hair was still sticking out a little bit. Occasionally, Harry heard her hissing under her breath. If she hadn't hidden her cat ears again, Harry imagined the fur would've been standing up straight. Her glare was very heated. If you lifted up her shirt, the guests would've been able to see the residue of Harry's cum, still standing out on her tummy.
"So… I hear that you're a delegation from the Phenexes," Harry said.
"Of course we are," said the blond one.
"Manners, Ravel," chided the other one. "My name is Yubelluna, Riser's Queen. This is Ravel Phenex, his younger sister and Bishop. Riser delivered this mission to us personally."
Yubelluna bowed slightly to Harry. He was sure that must've upset her, given how much of a focus devils put on hierarchy. Not only had Harry been reincarnated more recently than Yubelluna (if she was reincarnated at all), Harry was also just a Bishop belonging to one of her master's peers. Of course, he was also an Ultimate Class devil… But Yubelluna couldn't have known that.
If she was upset about being here and doing this, she was hiding it well. Harry met her eyes and took a peek at her thoughts.
He didn't dive into anything too personal. It wasn't something he liked to do, once you started intruding on memories. All Harry did was skim her surface thoughts. They went a little something like this:
'Fucking… fucking… fucker… fuck!'
He blinked, a little bit taken aback, and stared at the prim looking young lady in front of him. Yubelluna cocked her head.
"Is something the matter?" Yubelluna asked.
"Not at all," Harry said. "What did Riser send you here for?"
And why is it making you rage so much on the inside?
Yubelluna shifted. Her dress already pretty much had her tits hanging; low cut didn't even start to cover it. It was basically a corset, open all the way down to the top of her stomach, leaving at least a third of her breasts hanging out. Now, Yubelluna turned her body so Harry could see even further inside her dress. Under the guise of fixing the angle of her dress, she pulled it so that the first hint of an areola blessed Harry's eyes.
"Riser told us that the two of you had a disagreement. He sent us to negotiate peace," Yubelluna said.
"As far as I'm concerned, our business is finished," Harry said dismissively.
Riser acted up; Harry taught him a lesson; he ran with his tail between his legs. If the kid learned a lesson out of the whole thing, Harry would chalk it up as a win and be done with everything.
"Riser has no assurance of that," Yubelluna said diplomatically. "He doesn't trust words, when they're given in the absence of a transaction. Promises are easily broken and statements are always one action away from being contradicted."
"Interesting. What does he propose instead?" Harry asked. Whatever it was, he suspected that it had to do with why Ravel kept glaring at him, and why Yubelluna seemed one bit of bad news away from turning psychotic.
"A deal, of course," Yubelluna said. "He will annul his agreement with Rias and you will never step foot close to him again. In return, he offers us."
"Pardon?" Harry said, thinking that he misheard her.
"She's telling you we'll fuck you," Ravel said. "Can't you hear, dummy?"
Yubelluna didn't chide her this time. Riser's Queen was doing everything she could to smile through her frustration.
"I heard the words that she said. I'm just trying to figure out why she said them." Harry scooched Koneko to the side, who made a little "Urp?" noise as she lost her pillow. He stood up. When he got to his feet, both of the girls flinched, although Ravel's was far more obvious.
"Go," Harry said.
"Where? To the nearest bedroom—" Yubelluna said.
"I'm telling you to leave. I don't need to take advantage of girls who don't want to be near me, just because I made their master wet his pants. Believe me when I say, my wife already keeps me busy enough in bed, and she has lots of help. Go back to Riser and tell him that I don't need his shitty deals. If he wants to settle things, he can come and speak face to face." When neither of the girls moved from where they were sitting, Harry flared his magic. They both shivered, while Koneko abruptly sat up, Harry's aura palpable. "GO!"
Yubelluna surged up. The side of her dress that she'd been shifting around slid all the way off, her left titty popping out for a second. Yubelluna hastily stuffed it back in as she scrambled to the door and fled through the teleportation circle they arrived from. It wasn't out of fear of Harry; he'd just given her the out that she wanted but hadn't believed was coming.
Yubelluna teleported away assuming Ravel was fleeing just as quickly. It was a bad assumption. The blond girl hadn't moved from her seat, and didn't, even when Yubelluna left the occult club.
"What are you?" Ravel asked.
She wasn't glaring at Harry anymore. She looked utterly fascinated. Ever since Harry stopped holding back his power, her expression was completely different.
"I'm Harry," he said. He reigned his magic in, hiding it the way he normally did, since showing off never did you any favors: just look at the Elder Wand's history.
"You feel like death," Ravel said.
"Does that scare you?" Harry asked.
Ravel hugged herself. She was shivering, but Harry didn't think she was cold in the warm room.
"Well… it makes me feel SOMETHING…" Ravel said.
Koneko stood up. She put her hands on her hips, looking almost irritated enough for her cat features to make another appearance.
"If you're done here, leave," Koneko said.
Ravel looked reluctantly at Koneko. Even though Harry had hidden his magic, since he revealed it, he was the only place Ravel wanted to look.
"Why do you care? I'm not bothering anyone," Ravel said.
"You're bothering me," Koneko insisted. "Get out of here."
At that point, a little bit of cum dribbled out of Koneko's shirt. It was a small thing but Ravel's eyes caught it anyway. Suddenly, Ravel perked up. "The two of you were having sex!"
Koneko went red. "Pervert."
"I'm not the one standing here with a man's cum on me!" Ravel said.
Koneko started rolling up her sleeves, ready to throw Ravel out like a bouncer. Harry grabbed the catgirl by the back of her shirt to stop her. Since Konkeo was a Rook and Ravel was a Bishop, he had no doubt that Koneko would be able to follow through.
To calm Koneko down, Harry scritched the back of her neck. Konekos's aggressive stance was immediately diffused as she relaxed into his touch. It sounded like she was purring.
"If you've said your piece, why don't you go back to Riser," Harry said. "I won't hold you to whatever he's made you do."
He was just trying to stop a fight between the two petite girls. Somehow, saying what he did made Ravel blush.
"I know you won't," Ravel said.
"So leave," Koneko grunted.
"What if I don't want to? What if… it's not about Riser making me do it?" Ravel asked.
There was a moment of silence.
"Pervert," Koneko said.
"Sh-Shut up! I bet you already did all kinds of dirty things for him!" Ravel said.
"Yeah." Suddenly, Koneko looked smug. "I did!"
"Well I want to too!" Ravel shouted.
With that she grabbed the top of her dress, hauled it down, and showed Harry and Koneko the breasts that were almost unreasonably big compared to the rest of her body. Ravel's bra looked like some kind of swimsuit you'd see on a gravure model, consisting of tiny triangles that were barely big enough to cover her nipples. She was bright red, like her cheeks had already turned into fire.
Koneko looked down at her own chest, noticing how lacking it was compared to Ravel's. She looked back at Ravel. Koneko looked at her own chest one more time, then launched herself at the chair where Ravel was sitting.
"Assault! I'm being accosted! Pry her off!" Ravel said.
"Grrrrrr!" Koneko said.
She ripped Ravel's bra off and tore the rest of the other girl's clothes. Out of some kind of jealousy fuelled lust, Koneko bit Ravel's breasts and ran her tongue, which was rough like sandpaper, over her nipples.
"Make her… Make her… Oooooh…" Ravel said, going crosseyed.
When Koneko groped her with the strength of a Rook, then licked her with her scratchy cat's tongue, Ravel all but melted. One of the places where her dress had torn when Koneko pounced on Ravel was her crotch. Harry saw Ravel start touching herself as Koneko attacked her body. Harry walked around, finally getting close to the girls. He knelt down next to Ravel's face.
Harry grabbed the scruff of Koneko's neck, which immediately made her muscles relax. She might've been much more physically powerful, but she was still part cat with the traits that went along with it. It was an instinct cats had from the time they were kittens.
"Ravel, why do you really want to stay?" Harry asked.
Ravel was breathing hard from Koneko's dirty assault. When she looked at Harry, his face close to hers, instead of stopping Ravel started masturbating harder.
"I've never seen Riser like that," she said. "It's like he came back as a different person. That wouldn't happen just because he lost. I thought you would be scary… But you're something more. You feel like my opposite."
"Your opposite?" Harry asked.
"Phenex's are infinite life. Whatever happens to us, we come back," Ravel said. "You feel like the opposite. Like DEATH."
"Shouldn't that scare you? I would've thought you'd run away with Yubelluna. That's what your brother did," Harry said.
Ravel giggled. Her fingers did something good inside of her, getting a moan from her lips.
"What's life without death?" she asked, a striking shine to her eyes. "They're always linked. Why WOULDN'T I want you?"
She wasn't quite… normal, Harry decided. She was definitely a devil, and all of them that Harry had met were at least slightly off their rocker in some way. Rias was an Otaku, Akeno was a pervert, and Koneko was willing to pounce on another girl the second she showed off bigger breasts. Ravel having a kink for someone that reeked of death was honestly just another drop in the bucket.
"Alright." Harry stood up, pulling his belt off. "I'm satisfied that you're making this choice for yourself."
"Then you'll—" Ravel said.
She stopped when his dick struck her in the face. Hard, of course, given what he'd watched Ravel and Koneko just do. Koneko immediately forgot about Ravel's tits and climbed higher in the seat to lick Harry's meat. She used one of Ravel's breasts as a handhold when she did it, which caused Ravel to yelp.
"That stings!" Ravel said.
She started to cast a magic fire spell, but Harry flared his aura again, and Ravel immediately forgot everything else. She wiggled in the seat underneath Koneko, stretching her neck to reach Harry's dick. She licked the bottom of it, running her tongue down his veins, while Koneko licked his tip.
Eventually, Ravel kept moving down him until she swallowed up his ballsack. She just held it in her mouth, licking his testicles gently. Koneko became engrossed and started taking Harry in her mouth. Even though she didn't have much skill to speak of, Koneko's rough tongue carried a very distinctive pleasure that Harry wasn't used to, forcing a moan from his lips. He ran his hand along her silver hair and her cat ears immediately sprouted.
Ravel, meanwhile, was completely engrossed sucking on Harry's sack. The taste of him was somehow addictive to her; she was completely satisfied tending to his testicles. In fact, while they were in her mouth, she put her second hand down in her crotch and started masturbating with BOTH sets of fingers. Her mouth was unnaturally warm, a trait that seemed to extend to the rest of her body. Some kind of kink of the Phenex physiology.
"Gurp!" Koneko gagged.
She'd gone far enough down that Harry's tip hit her throat. Not knowing how to deepthroat, she just gagged, pulling back. When her nekomata traits came out, her fangs elongated, meaning she had to keep her jaw unhinged to keep from stabbing Harry somewhere he REALLY didn't want to be stabbed. Ravel finally popped her lips off his balls.
She turned in the seat, pushing Koneko off so that they were side by side. Since Koneko had been entranced by Harry's dick, she didn't resist, letting Ravel push her around this much.
"You're not good at that," Ravel said.
"Better than you, Fried Chicken!" Koneko said.
"Fried Chicken— Whatever, this isn't the time to fight," Ravel said. "I've seen Yubelluna do it before. She goes all 'Ahhhhhh' and the dick goes right down her throat. I've never seen her do it with one this big, though…" Ravel glanced at Harry's dick, waiting patiently for the girls to finish their strategy session. "The point is, you haven't done this before."
Koneko scowled. "So what?"
"So we need to change strategies, or we'll be embarrassed!" Ravel said. "I'm not good either. I… tried it once, using one of my dildos. It hurt my throat! So right now, we need a plan. We need teamwork!"
Slowly, Koneko tilted her head. She was considering it.
"Fine," Koneko said. "Let's go, Fried Chicken."
This time, the girls came at him from two sides; Ravel was on the left, Koneko took the right. They slid their tongues down each of Harry's sides, licking him with wet and warm affection. Working together, their tongues managed to cover most of Harry, licking him fast enough for the sensation to be good. He grabbed both of their heads this time, instead of just petting Koneko, and Ravel showed her appreciation for his touch by blushing so hard that she steamed. Literally. Smoke started rising off of her head, and Harry wondered if she was about to burn him.
Ravel and Koneko made eye contact. Without speaking to each other, they made the choice to activate their ultimate move. Instead of just pushing their tongues onto either side of him, they wrapped their lips over Harry's halves. The coverage and the sensation was a significant improvement. The downside, for the girls, was that their lips were now pressed together. They were basically making out… Which didn't seem to bother them much.
Either they were completely committed to making sure Harry felt good, or they were awakening a taste that neither of them had known they had.
As the girls moved their heads back and forth, slobbering all over him, Harry felt his pleasure rising. He released a big, heavy breath. Finally, he warned them: "I'm cumming, girls."
Ravel and Koneko immediately jolted their heads off of him, racing to get in position. They both tried to get in the center of the blast zone, resulting in them mashing their cheeks together. Ravel and Koneko growled, pushing with all their neck muscles to fight for prime position. The competition was a waste of time; when Harry came, he shot his seed all over both of them.
Ravel closed her eyes while Koneko just squinted. When their faces were covered in a film of cum, they finally stopped jostling.
"Thank you for the meal," Koneko said quietly, using her hands and tongue to lick off what had been deposited on her.
Ravel, meanwhile, had opened her mouth wide, managing to catch most of Harry's cumshot between her lips. Without hesitation, she gulped it all down. She immediately shivered with pleasure, moaning:
"Shooo tasty…"
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