Hearing her bold declaration made me grin widely in appreciation. I admired her determination and her willingness to fully embrace her desires.
"If that's truly what you want, Ginny," I responded approvingly, sliding one hand upward along her spine, caressing her soft skin gently even as I prepared myself to fulfill her wishes fully. "Then that's exactly what you're about to get. Brace yourself."
Holding tightly onto her hips, I withdrew slowly, enjoying the delicious friction of her inner walls gripping me tightly. Ginny whimpered at the slow withdrawal, clearly missing the fullness of my cock.
Without warning, I slammed back into her tight pussy, burying myself fully with a hard, forceful thrust.
"Oh, fuck yes!" Ginny moaned loudly beneath me, her voice filled with clear pleasure as the brief pain rapidly gave way to pure sensation. Her back arched even more dramatically, her hands gripping the sheets tightly. "Just like that-keep going, Harry!"
Encouraged by her response, I settled quickly into a powerful, steady rhythm, driving my hips forward with firm, confident strokes. Each thrust sent my cock plunging deeply into her eager pussy, spreading her inner walls wider around me and sending sharp spikes of pleasure surging powerfully through my entire body.
Ginny's moans grew louder and more uninhibited with each thrust, clearly enjoying herself immensely despite-or perhaps even because of-the roughness of our coupling. "Merlin, Harry, you're so fucking big!" she gasped breathlessly, her voice filled with awe and excitement. "I never imagined it could feel this good-this intense. Fuck, harder! Please!"
I eagerly complied, gripping her slim waist even tighter as I began fucking her pussy with even greater force, feeling the head of my cock pressing insistently against the entrance to her womb with every deep thrust. Her inner muscles gripped and squeezed around me tightly, eagerly encouraging my actions.
Sweat beaded along my forehead, running slowly down my face as I continued pounding relentlessly into Ginny's tight pussy. There was something primal and intoxicating about it, about being the first to take the virginity of a beautiful, wild redhead like her. The knowledge that I was the one claiming her, that she had saved herself for me, made my blood burn hotter in my veins.
Each time my cock sank deep into her tight, slick heat, I felt the possessiveness grow-this was mine.
My hands gripped Ginny's narrow waist firmly, fingers digging into her soft skin as I slammed into her harder, my hips colliding with the curve of her ass again and again. Her body shuddered with every thrust, little tremors rippling through her toned back and thighs. Her moans had become desperate, breathless cries that bounced off the warded walls of my private room-so loud I wondered if the sound-dampening magic would actually hold.
Maybe I wanted the whole damn tower to hear her anyway.
"F-fuck, Harry!" Ginny's voice was hoarse, nearly breaking as she braced herself on the mattress, arching her back to meet every thrust. Her hair was a fiery halo around her flushed face, sticking to the light sheen of sweat at her neck. "Don't stop-please, don't ever fucking stop-just like that-oh Merlin, you're so deep-!"
Her tight, virginal pussy clung to me like a vice, squeezing me so perfectly that I felt the pleasure building quick and urgent in my cock, surging up from my balls and low in my belly. I could feel how wet she was, slickness coating my length, her juices running down her thighs as I fucked her rough and deep. The sounds-slapping flesh, her moans, my grunts-filled the air, blending into a symphony of raw pleasure and need.
I leaned forward, lowering my chest to press against her back, lips grazing the side of her neck as I drove into her with relentless force. I nipped at her ear, biting down gently as I fucked her even harder. "Ginny-look at you. So fucking tight for me, taking every inch. You feel so damn good. I could do this all night. Is this what you wanted? Is this what you dreamed about?"
She turned her head just enough to gasp back at me, her voice trembling with need. "Yes-yes, Harry! I wanted you-I've wanted you for so fucking long-oh shit, I can't-I can't hold back-please-don't stop, I'm so close-"
Her words sent a jolt through me, my cock twitching deep inside her as her walls fluttered, beginning to spasm with the first waves of her orgasm. I couldn't take my eyes off the sight of her-her slender back arching, her pretty ass bouncing against my hips, the look of ecstasy on her face. The pleasure was overwhelming, electric, threatening to snap my control entirely.
"Are you going to cum for me soon, Ginny?" I growled, my voice low and rough, lips pressed to her ear. I wanted to hear her say it-needed it.
She nodded frantically, her hands gripping the sheets so tightly her knuckles went white. "Yes, Harry! I'm gonna-I'm gonna cum-oh fuck, please-!"
Every time I plunged deep inside her, the delicious friction and slickness nearly sent me over the edge. Her cries echoed off the walls, desperate and unrestrained, as I pounded her harder, each thrust building the tension in both of us to a fever pitch.
She clawed at the sheets, her knuckles white, and her whole body was taut with need. "Fuck, Harry-" Ginny sobbed, her voice shattering as the waves of pleasure threatened to crash over her.
I growled her name, burying myself to the hilt, feeling the desperate flutter of her walls milking me with every frantic thrust. "Ginny... Maou, you feel so fucking good," I groaned, the words forced out through clenched teeth. My hands gripped her waist so tightly I was sure she'd have marks the next day, but she only pressed back against me, greedy for every inch.
Her thighs began to shake uncontrollably. She buried her face in the mattress and let out a ragged scream, her whole body convulsing as her orgasm tore through her. I felt a sudden, wet gush coat my cock and thighs-Ginny's back arched impossibly, and she shrieked my name as her pussy clamped down, milking me mercilessly.
I couldn't hold back anymore. The sight and sound of her cumming so hard, squirting for me, pulled me over the edge. My balls tightened and I felt a powerful rush surge through my whole body, pleasure crackling down my spine. "Ginny-fuck-!" I gasped, barely coherent as my own climax slammed into me. I groaned her name loudly, shuddering as I erupted inside her, hot pulses of cum flooding her still-trembling pussy. My hips jerked as I kept thrusting, desperate to bury myself even deeper as I emptied myself inside her.
She was still shaking beneath me, her voice hoarse as she whimpered, "Wow, Harry... I can feel you. There's so much, I'm so full..." She was panting hard, her whole body limp but satisfied, her red hair plastered to her sweaty back.
I collapsed down onto her, my arms wrapping around her from behind, pressing kisses along her neck and shoulder as the last shivers of pleasure ran through us both. My cock twitched inside her, and she giggled weakly, squeezing me with her inner muscles.
"Bloody hell," she murmured, breathless but grinning. "That... was fucking incredible. I didn't even know I could do that..." She turned her head, meeting my eyes over her shoulder. "I hope you're not done yet," she whispered, her lips brushing mine. "Because I want more of you, Harry. I want to keep going until dinner time. Fuck, wasting anytime studying when we can do this instead!"
I chuckled at her enthusiasm. "I'm happy to keep going, but you really might not be able to walk to dinner later on."
I could feel her cum-filled pussy tightening up again around me. "That's ok, you'll just have to carry me. Then the whole school will know I'm now one of your girls. Part of your harem!" She chuckled.
I kissed the back of her neck. "There's-some things I have to tell you all about that-but we can do that later..."
— Sona —
...This was all because the Goblin King had demanded the stupidest thing Sona could never have even predicted!
The Goblin King continued to rant at them. "For such horrific acts of torture committed against our race, I demand compensation! The devils in the Underworld should pay us the equivalent of 1 billion galleons of gold, AND our ancestral lands will be returned to us immediately! If you do not, we will go to the other two factions and tell the Angels and Fallen Angels of the atrocities you are once again committing against our race! Furthermore, we demand the heads of Riser Phenex and Harry Sitri for slaughtering so many of my kin!"
The rest of the goblins cheered around them happily at their king's words! They clapped and pounded their weapons against the hard stone ground in agreement.
"You want my precious Harry-kun..." Serafall echoed slowly, softly. As if she couldn't believe the words coming out of her mouth. She began taking deliberate steps toward the throne, her heels clicking sharply against polished stone, her voice growing colder with each precise syllable. "You demand restitution for the lives of creatures who attacked us unprovoked, who mercilessly slaughtered innocent devils-citizens under my protection-and who dared attempt to murder my beloved son?"
The goblin king's proud expression faltered briefly as he finally began realizing the depth of his mistake. His beady eyes widened slightly, betraying a flicker of genuine fear. But before he could retract or reconsider his reckless words, Serafall lifted one hand. Brilliant, piercing blue magic erupted outward, blasting toward the goblin king. Sona watched silently as ice instantly encased Ragnuk, solidifying his horrified expression forever within a gleaming, transparent prison.
"Consider your demands officially rejected," Serafall spoke softly, gazing contemptuously at the frozen corpse upon its throne. Then, with a casual flick of her wrist, the ice shattered explosively into countless glittering fragments, raining down gently upon the throne room floor like frozen diamonds.
Several goblin guards surrounding their king screamed enraged curses, driven mad by grief and fury. Brandishing vicious weapons, they lunged forward desperately, heedless of their imminent deaths.
Serafall hardly blinked, swiftly dispatching the first attackers with ruthless efficiency. Pure, cold magic erupted again from her fingertips, instantly impaling their small bodies on spear-like shards of ice. The remaining goblins paused briefly, hesitating, their frantic eyes flickering uncertainly toward their slaughtered comrades.
"Your king and leaders made this choice," Serafall declared mercilessly, her voice echoing powerfully through the massive chamber, addressing every goblin present. "Any goblin foolish enough to follow their example will receive precisely the same mercy!"
An enraged goblin captain charged toward Sona, wielding a curved dagger glowing faintly with malicious enchantments. Sona easily evaded his clumsy strikes, raising one hand calmly. Ice blossomed forth beautifully from her fingertips, freezing him solid mid-lunge. She glanced dismissively at the snarling, frozen expression on his twisted face, before effortlessly shattering him into blood-streaked ice fragments.
The goblins, driven mad by grief or misguided loyalty, surged forth in overwhelming numbers. Hundreds, perhaps thousands of them rushed recklessly toward the two devils, attempting vainly to overwhelm Serafall and Sona through sheer numerical superiority.
The goblins shouted vicious curses in their guttural tongue, brandishing silver weapons enchanted with holy magic-foolishly hoping such weapons might harm beings as powerful as Satan Leviathan or Sona herself.
It was utterly futile.
Serafall's expression hardened further, her blue eyes blazing fiercely as she unleashed wave after wave of freezing demonic power upon their attackers. Goblins fell by the hundreds, frozen solid instantly by pure, unstoppable force. Sona fought beside her sister.
The battle grew desperate as the goblins, sensing their doom, began recklessly collapsing tunnels around them, hoping desperately to bury the devils alive beneath endless tons of stone. Massive boulders crashed loudly, shaking the ground violently beneath their feet, sending thick clouds of choking dust swirling thickly through the air.
Sona narrowed her eyes sharply, quickly erecting shimmering barriers of ice magic around herself and Serafall, deflecting the collapsing rocks effortlessly. The two sisters advanced forward relentlessly, cutting down enemies without hesitation or mercy.
Despite the sheer brutality and magnitude of the slaughter, Sona's expression remained perfectly composed, calm and collected, her mind sharply focused.
They wanted to kill Harry! This was what their filthy race deserved. Her sister had been right all this time, they really were no different than vermin!
Eventually, after what felt like hours, the remaining goblins finally comprehended the hopelessness of their futile struggle. The survivors-mere shadows of the vast numbers they'd started with-turned and fled deeper into the vast, winding tunnels, abandoning weapons and equipment in their panicked haste.
Only then, as the echoes of combat faded slowly into silence, did Sona finally lower her hands, breathing slowly and evenly. "What do we do now, Nee-san?" Sona finally asked softly, breaking the heavy silence as she glanced over the piles of frozen corpses around them. "We've eliminated the leadership, but many goblins fled deeper into these tunnels."
Serafall's cold gaze drifted along the darkened tunnels stretching outward from the massive chamber. After a thoughtful moment, she nodded decisively.
"We'll seal the tunnels permanently with our demonic ice," she said, her tone leaving no room for debate. "Those who remain will be trapped forever, with no chance of ever returning here or threatening us again."
Sona inclined her head slightly in agreement, understanding fully the ruthless necessity of such an action. "I agree completely. But... What about the bank itself?"
At that question, Serafall allowed a small, sly smile to cross her lips. "Ah, that part is already arranged. From today forward, Gringotts Bank is officially under new ownership. We will rename it immediately." She paused dramatically, eyes sparkling with dark humor. "Welcome to Sitri Bank, dear Sona."
Sona felt a flicker of surprise at that announcement, but she swiftly composed herself, considering the implications carefully. After a pause, she raised one eyebrow inquisitively. "Was this Mother's plan all along, then? It seems exactly like something she would devise, given her talent for aggressive business takeovers."
Serafall chuckled, her expression shifting briefly from ruthless strategist back to affectionate older sister. "More or less, yes," she admitted easily, casually brushing a speck of nonexistent dust from her armor. "Mother saw an opportunity here. After all, controlling the premier magical financial institution in Britain will significantly enhance our family's prestige. However," her eyes narrowed dangerously, the cheerful amusement disappearing as rapidly as it had come, replaced by chilling menace, "even I didn't anticipate the goblins would be foolish enough to threaten Harry a second time. They brought this upon themselves."
