"You have quite a bit of nerve appearing before us again, Serafall Leviathan," Ragnuk declared loudly, his harsh voice echoing through the cavernous throne room. "Last time, we spoke as equals and agreed upon mutual respect between our people. Now, you dare break into our sovereign domain, slaughter our kin, and desecrate our sacred territory! You have blatantly violated the treaty we agreed upon."
Serafall took a deliberate step forward, standing straight and proud in her ceremonial Sitri armor, her blue eyes hardening with undisguised anger. "King Ragnuk, you seem to have a very short and selective memory," she responded coldly, her voice filled with quiet menace. "When we last spoke, you begged me humbly, claiming your people wished only to pay respects peacefully at ancestral tombs. You swore no aggression or malice would ever come from the goblin race again. And yet, mere days ago, your own subjects ambushed and brutally murdered innocent devils in Phenex territory. Dozens of innocent devils were slaughtered with holy-enchanted silver weapons. You broke the peace treaty yourself with this premeditated, murderous attack."
Ragnuk scoffed dismissively, waving one clawed hand in contempt. "Accusations without proof are meaningless! Those goblins acted entirely on their own accord. They were rogue criminals, nothing more! Do not pretend their misguided actions represent our race as a whole. Or are you suggesting I personally ordered such a foolish and suicidal attack?"
Serafall's expression darkened further, her lips pressing tightly together as she clearly fought to restrain her anger. Beside her, Sona stepped forward calmly, choosing her next words very carefully as she addressed the Goblin King directly.
"King Ragnuk," Sona stated evenly, her voice firm and controlled, "the goblins we interrogated confessed clearly and directly. They admitted, without hesitation, that their orders came from you personally, authorized directly by your own council. They confirmed your explicit intent. To test the resolve and strength of the devils and gauge our response. They died with your name on their lips."
Ragnuk's sneer quickly faded, replaced instantly by outrage and shock. He bolted upright from his throne, eyes wide and furious. "You lie!" he shouted angrily, pointing an accusing finger toward Sona. "You come here with baseless accusations against me, the Goblin King himself! I will not tolerate these insults and slander within my own kingdom! Not to mention, you've admitted to blatantly committing torture on your Goblin prisoners! Don't you know torture goes against the magical Geneva treaty!"
Sona and Serafall just turned to each other, exchanging angry and exasperated looks at the same time. Yep, her nee-san had been right that the goblins would try to play this off like humans would...
It was time to correct that...
— Lilja —
Lilja wasn't entirely sure how she found herself in this situation, standing so intimately close to Harry out in the quiet depths of the Forbidden Forest. Well, that wasn't entirely accurate. She knew precisely how it had happened. After all, she had purposefully followed him out here, knowing he had come alone to practice his magic. It was hardly a coincidence, she had intentionally sought him out, though at the time she'd convinced herself it was merely out of curiosity.
She'd spent the past hour instructing Harry in proper swordsmanship. He had been practicing a form of magic that created a blade entirely out of condensed, high-pressure water. It was clear he had amazing magical talent-as expected of a half-devil, but equally clear he knew next to nothing about how to properly handle a sword. His swings had been awkward at first, lacking control and discipline, and it was her idea to step in and correct his stance directly.
Lilja knew exactly what she was doing, guiding him so closely and intimately. She repeatedly touched his arms, gripping his wrists gently but firmly as she adjusted his hands on the weapon. Her fingers traced slowly along the muscles of his forearms and shoulders, feeling how strong and well-defined they were beneath his robes. Each contact sent a sharp, pleasant thrill down her spine and directly between her thighs. She'd ignored it at first, pretending not to notice her body's reaction, focusing only on guiding Harry into the correct form.
Soon she moved to stand behind him, pressing her chest directly against his broad, solid back. Her breasts flattened pleasantly against his warm body, and her nipples immediately hardened beneath the thin fabric of her robes. She had wrapped her arms around him from behind, placing her palms firmly on his chest to guide his torso into proper alignment.
"You need to straighten your back more," she had murmured quietly into his ear, leaning in until her breath touched his skin. "Keep your shoulders relaxed but firm, Harry. Just like this."
Her heart pounded faster at their closeness. Lilja felt warmth flooding between her thighs, her panties becoming uncomfortably wet from the intense, persistent arousal building with each touch. Every time her body pressed against him, every time her fingertips slid along his chest or shoulders or hips, a strange electric sensation seemed to ignite inside her. It wasn't a vague sense of attraction. No, it was something sharp, powerful, and unmistakable. She had never experienced such a sensation before-not in her first life as Lily Potter, nor in her current life as Lilja Nornas. And certainly not toward anyone else she'd ever encountered.
After several repetitions, she had shifted her focus downward, her hands sliding firmly onto his hips. Her fingers tightened slightly against the muscles there, her thumbs pressing firmly into his lower back as she slowly guided him into the correct stance again. She swallowed, feeling his body heat beneath her touch, hearing the slight hitch in his breathing as he responded physically to their closeness.
"Keep your hips stable, Harry," she had instructed quietly. Her voice sounded unusually breathless even to her own ears. "Don't move them too much when you swing-maintain your balance and keep the motion smooth and steady."
"Got it," he'd responded simply, his own voice thick with tension.
They continued for several more repetitions until Harry's movements grew more confident, more fluid, more controlled. Finally, with a quiet sigh, he had lowered the blade and allowed the magic to fade, the watery sword dissolving harmlessly into the air. They stood silently together, facing one another, barely a foot separating them. The intensity of their lesson had left a noticeable flush on Harry's cheeks, and Lilja felt her own heart racing wildly inside her chest.
Without meaning to, Lilja glanced downward, immediately noticing the prominent bulge clearly visible beneath his robes. Her cheeks flushed deeply in response. A surge of heat intensified between her thighs, and she felt her already soaked panties grow even wetter. She forced her eyes upward again, her breath slightly uneven as she met Harry's gaze.
She swallowed nervously, unsettled by her body's powerful reaction. Why was she responding this way to him? She'd never felt such intense, unmistakable desire with any man she'd encountered before-not even James in her first life had made her feel this physically charged. And yet, now, standing this close to Harry-her son from her previous incarnation-she felt overwhelmed by desire, attraction, and an unmistakable hunger she couldn't explain or suppress.
Harry seemed to sense her hesitation and took a slow, deliberate step closer, closing the small gap between their bodies. Lilja's breath caught sharply as his arm slid confidently around her lower back, pulling her gently yet firmly against his chest.
"Thank you," Harry said quietly, his voice deep and filled with genuine appreciation. "That was an amazing lesson, Lilja. You're an incredibly skilled teacher-patient, precise, and thorough."
She let out a shaky breath, her heart hammering inside her chest at his closeness. Her body pressed intimately against him, her breasts flattened firmly against his chest. Her nipples hardened further beneath her thin robes, painfully sensitive and eager for more contact. It was clear from his firm grip around her lower back that Harry wasn't eager to pull away anytime soon.
Lilja cleared her throat softly, suddenly feeling incredibly nervous despite her previous experiences in life. She'd certainly known romance and attraction before, but for some reason, this particular moment was different. It wasn't like she was some blushing, inexperienced virgin-well, technically-she realized with a small internal wince, in this second life as Lilja Nornas, she actually was a virgin.
Perhaps that was partially responsible for her reaction, but even that seemed like an insufficient explanation.
Attempting to maintain her composure, she finally spoke, her voice emerging far shakier than she intended. "You're welcome, Harry. And you were an excellent student as well. You listened carefully and followed my instructions perfectly."
She hesitated briefly before continuing, deciding to simply speak honestly. "But I must admit... it's a little surprising. This whole time, teaching you, touching you-it's felt incredibly intense. It's almost as if something powerful and electric is happening every time we touch. Do you feel it too?"
Harry's eyes darkened noticeably at her words, his gaze suddenly more serious and intense as he stared down into her eyes. His hand pressed firmly against her lower back, pulling her even closer against his body until there was no longer any space between them. His hardness pressed directly against her lower belly through their clothing, and Lilja inhaled sharply, the sensation causing her thighs to tremble slightly.
"Yes," Harry finally admitted quietly, never breaking eye contact with her. "I feel exactly the same way. I've never experienced anything quite like this before either. I don't know why, but there's something about you, Lilja-something that draws me to you powerfully. It's unmistakable, undeniable. I've felt it since the moment I first saw you today."
Lilja swallowed hard, her heart racing faster at his words. Slowly, hesitantly, she raised one trembling hand and placed it gently against Harry's firm chest, feeling the rapid beat of his own heart beneath her palm. She lifted her chin slightly, gazing up into his face. They stood frozen for a long, intense moment, their eyes locked together.
— Harry —
And then Lilja surprised me with her strength, abruptly pushing herself out of my arms with both hands pressed firmly against my chest. The sudden absence of her warmth left me feeling oddly empty and disappointed. Her expression was complicated, a mix of regret, embarrassment, and hesitation, as she took a cautious step backwards, placing some physical distance between us.
"I'm sorry, Harry," Lilja said softly, her emerald-green eyes meeting mine carefully. Her voice was gentle but firm, and I could clearly sense the sincerity behind her words. "This is just... all moving so fast for me. I barely even know you yet, and my body is responding in ways I didn't expect. If we don't stop now, I'm afraid I'll end up doing something I can't take back."
I studied her expression, noting how deeply her cheeks were flushed. Her breathing was uneven and rapid, and she glanced down briefly toward the forest floor, clearly uncomfortable with the intensity of our previous closeness.
Slowly, I nodded in understanding, despite how much I disliked her pulling away from me. "Of course, Lilja. You're right," I said carefully. "I didn't mean to push you or rush things along too quickly. I just got caught up in the moment-I've honestly never felt this kind of instant connection with someone else before."
Lilja looked back up at me, her expression softening a bit at my words. She seemed relieved that I had understood and respected her decision. "I know exactly what you mean," she admitted quietly. "That's why this scares me a little. It's rare to find such a powerful attraction instantly. It's new territory for me."
I smiled slightly at her honesty, taking another careful step closer, although still keeping a respectful distance between us. "Listen, Lilja," I began gently, "I don't want this to end awkwardly between us. Even if we slow things down, I'd still like to keep spending time with you. You're a fascinating woman, and there's something about you I can't seem to get enough of. I'd love the opportunity to just talk and get to know each other better."
Lilja blushed even deeper at my words, clearly pleased despite her obvious hesitation. Her lips curled upward into a soft, teasing smirk as she folded her arms lightly across her chest. "I'm sure you probably say that to all of the many women in your life, Harry Sitri," she responded lightly, raising one eyebrow at me in playful challenge.
I chuckled softly at her words, rubbing the back of my neck sheepishly. "Well, you're not exactly wrong," I admitted honestly. "There are quite a few women in my life, and certain ones just have a way of drawing me in completely. I can't deny that. But still-none of them have felt quite like this. Not this quickly or intensely. You're different, Lilja. And I genuinely want to figure out why."
Her expression softened again, and she regarded me thoughtfully for a long moment, considering my words carefully. After a brief pause, she finally nodded in acceptance. "Alright then," Lilja said softly, her voice warmer and more relaxed now. "If you're sincere about just spending more time getting to know each other better, I'd like that very much. But I think we should probably stop here for today. My emotions are still too heated to think straight."
I sighed quietly, disappointed but fully understanding her reasoning. "Of course," I agreed easily, offering her a reassuring smile. "We can take as much time as you need. How about we plan to spend some time together tomorrow, if you're willing?"
She smiled softly back at me, nodding again with visible relief. "Tomorrow sounds perfect, Harry. I'll look forward to it."
She turned slowly away from me, and I watched silently as she began walking gracefully back toward the direction of Hogwarts castle. My eyes involuntarily dropped lower, following the gentle sway of her full, rounded ass beneath the thin fabric of her robes. The rhythmic movement of her hips was hypnotic and extremely appealing, and I couldn't tear my eyes away from the sight until she disappeared completely beyond the thick line of trees.
Once she was fully out of view, I exhaled deeply, running my fingers roughly through my short black hair. The tension inside my body remained painfully high. My cock was still uncomfortably stiff and throbbing beneath my robes, straining insistently against the fabric as if urging me to chase after her. With a quiet groan, I reached down and adjusted myself, attempting to relieve some of the immediate discomfort as I forced my thoughts away from Lilja's beautiful figure.
