I took a slow, deliberate step forward. "The reason I said no to Lyra and Lyna," I stated, "is because you worthless bastards are mine to kill!"
Raising my right hand, I summoned a large, blue magic circle-the proud emblem of my Sitri Clan heritage-manifesting it directly before me. A torrent of pressurized water shot forth instantly, erupting violently from the center of the circle. The powerful jet swept brutally threw the lead Death Eater, cutting cleanly and mercilessly through his neck. His severed head was sent spinning grotesquely through the air, his lifeless body collapsing like a discarded puppet onto the ground.
The remaining four Death Eaters quickly overcame their initial shock, unleashing a frenzied barrage of lethal curses my way. Their screams of rage and desperation filled the air as beams of vibrant, deadly light streaked toward me.
"Avada Kedavra!"
"Reducto!"
"Sectumsempra!"
Instinct took over as my enhanced devil reflexes allowed me to perceive each spell clearly, moving as if they were suspended mid-flight.
I ducked sharply under a sickly-green Killing Curse, feeling its dark magic ripple dangerously close over my head. Another lethal spell exploded into the ground where I'd stood only moments ago, throwing a shower of dirt into the air.
As a third dark curse flew directly at my chest, I swiftly summoned a spinning shield of water, infused with dense demonic energy. The razor-like spell slammed into the liquid barrier, sizzling violently as my shield effortlessly dispersed its destructive power.
"Is that all you've got?" I taunted coldly, rage simmering beneath my fake calm exterior. These monsters had intended to violate my cousins, along with Fleur and Gabrielle, to harm and degrade them. My blood boiled furiously at that thought alone, the fire of my wrath blazing brighter.
With ruthless intent, I surged forward, channeling powerful streams of pressurized water from multiple magical circles, slicing mercilessly through the air with surgical precision. One Death Eater desperately attempted to block the deadly jets, but the razor-thin liquid blades effortlessly cut through his protective spell, slicing into his arms and legs. Blood sprayed gruesomely as he collapsed screaming to the ground, writhing in agony.
He'd bleed out in seconds.
A second death eater lunged recklessly toward me, wand raised, madness and terror mingling in his eyes behind his mask.
Reacting swiftly, I swept my hand upward, conjuring a violent geyser directly beneath him. His terrified shriek echoed through the air as he was propelled skyward by the roaring column of water. At its peak, the geyser vanished abruptly, and I watched impassively as his body plunged screaming back to the earth, smashing brutally against the unforgiving ground with a sickening crack.
The two remaining Death Eaters retreated frantically, exchanging panicked glances beneath their twisted masks. Their bravado had evaporated completely, replaced now by pure, unadulterated fear.
But I would grant them no mercy.
"No escape," I growled darkly, unleashing another torrential wave of water, snaring one fleeing Death Eater and hurling him violently against a nearby tree. The impact was savage, splintering bark as his spine shattered audibly, his lifeless body crumpling grotesquely onto the dirt.
The final masked figure dropped his wand in abject terror, falling to his knees as he raised trembling hands in surrender. "P-please-" he stammered pitifully, voice shaking uncontrollably. "Mercy! Mercy, Harry Potter!"
I paused briefly, approaching him slowly, fury burning coldly in my chest. "Mercy?" I echoed dangerously, crouching low to stare into his terrified eyes. "Did you plan to show mercy to these women after you killed me?"
He quivered violently, eyes darting frantically between Fleur, Gabrielle, and me. "I-I-I-"
"Exactly," I interrupted mercilessly, straightening to my full height.
With cold finality, I summoned a pressurized sword of demonic water, stabbing it toward his chest. It pierced him cleanly through the heart, pinning his body gruesomely to the earth below him. His dying scream faded quickly into a pathetic gurgle, blood dribbling from his mouth as his life drained rapidly away.
Silence descended heavily around us, punctuated only by the distant crackling of burning tents and muffled, panicked cries in the distance.
I turned slowly back toward Fleur and Gabrielle, both sisters staring wide-eyed and breathless at the brutal carnage I'd just inflicted.
Their expressions were unreadable-shock, fear, awe, and even perhaps desire, all blended together. Neither woman moved, their eyes locked firmly upon me.
Lyra and Lyna quickly moved beside me, their expressions radiating deep pride and admiration.
"Beautifully done, Master," Lyra purred approvingly, eyes gleaming with reverence.
"Indeed," Lyna agreed softly, her voice filled with heartfelt devotion. "They deserved nothing less."
My devil wings retracted slowly into my back as I regained control of my surging emotions, allowing my breathing to gradually steady. My gaze returned gently to Fleur and Gabrielle, silently pleading for their understanding and acceptance of this darker, hidden side of myself.
Fleur and Gabrielle snapped out of their shock after a lingering, tense silence.
I stepped cautiously toward them, nerves twisting uncomfortably in my gut.
I opened my mouth to say something-perhaps an apology or an explanation-but before I could utter a single word, Fleur closed the distance with surprising speed. Her soft hands captured my face, and without hesitation, she slammed her lips forcefully against mine!
Oh!
Her kiss was fiery, possessive, and intoxicating. My mind spun dizzily as Fleur pressed her lush curves against me, her body molding to mine as her tongue plunged deeply into my mouth, passionately exploring and claiming every inch. She tasted sweet and sinful all at once, her velvety lips soft yet demanding.
I instinctively wrapped my arms tightly around her slender waist, pulling her even closer.
When Fleur finally pulled away, breaking the heated, breathless kiss, I barely had a moment to catch my breath before Gabrielle stepped closer, her lips instantly capturing mine next. Her kiss was no less fierce-perhaps even more eager-as her tongue boldly invaded my mouth, tasting, teasing, and entwining sensually with mine. Her delicate fingers traced urgently across my back, nails gently scraping and sending sharp jolts of pleasure cascading down my spine. I groaned softly into her mouth, my hands instinctively gripping her hips, pulling her body flush against my already aroused form.
I felt like I was losing myself.
The rush from my first-ever life-or-death battle still surged hotly through my veins, heightening my senses, amplifying my desires to almost unbearable levels. My heart pounded wildly, every inch of my body humming with energy and lust.
Gabrielle broke our messy, passionate kiss with a satisfied gasp, her brilliant blue eyes sparkling as she gazed up at me. Her flushed cheeks and kiss-swollen lips were utterly irresistible, and my cock strained desperately against the tight fabric of my trousers, aching to be freed.
I swallowed thickly, as I looked between the two breathtakingly beautiful sisters, their sultry gazes locked heatedly onto mine.
Any lingering hesitation vanished in that moment. Desire burned fiercely within me, and I finally gave voice to my raw, unfiltered thoughts. "Right now," I growled hungrily as I stared deeply into Fleur and Gabrielle's eager, expectant faces. "I want nothing more than to fuck you both."
A visible shiver of excitement raced through both women, their eyes darkening with matching lust as they exchanged delighted, knowing smiles. Fleur stepped closer once more, pressing her generous chest enticingly against my own.
"I can apparate us somewhere private. A luxurious hotel. Originally, Gabrielle and I had planned to invite you back into our tent, but considering everything that's happened, this will be even better, non?"
"Take me there now," I commanded heatedly, allowing my devilish instincts to fully surface. "Tonight, you two beautiful witches belong entirely to me!"
Fleur and Gabrielle both shivered visibly, exchanging thrilled, satisfied glances before eagerly grasping my arms. Without another word, Fleur twisted gracefully, her magic wrapping firmly around us. An instant later, we vanished from the campgrounds in a sharp crack.
— Lyra —
Lyra sighed dramatically, staring at the spot where her beloved young master had vanished with those annoyingly attractive Veela sisters. The exhilarating aftermath of watching Harry fight and utterly annihilate those Death Eaters still sent pleasant shivers down her spine. Her skin tingled, her pulse raced, and warmth blossomed deep in her core.
But at the same time...
"Did our precious young master seriously just forget about us!?" Lyra complained, pouting prettily as she crossed her arms beneath her ample bust. "After that incredible display, I wanted nothing more than to let him ravish me right here and now!"
Lyna nodded in fervent agreement, her eyes glazed slightly with lingering arousal as she stared wistfully at the spot Harry had been moments earlier. "He was so determined, so commanding... I've never felt so turned on in my life. Did you see the way his muscles flexed when he sliced those bastards apart?"
Lyra bit her bottom lip, eyes fluttering closed briefly as she allowed herself to revel again in the delicious memory. "Oh, yes. And when his devil wings manifested... Maou below, it was like witnessing peak male perfection itself!"
Lyna whimpered softly, rubbing her thighs together subtly in an attempt to alleviate some of the burning ache between her legs. "I hate to admit it, but those Delacour sluts got the better of us tonight. Now they're probably taking turns riding him into oblivion-ugh! Why couldn't he have taken us with him too? We're his devoted, loyal maids! We should be the first ones to share his bed!"
Lyra scowled briefly in irritation, jealousy pricking sharply within her chest as she pictured those annoyingly gorgeous Veela monopolizing Harry's attentions. She shook her head quickly, forcing a determined smile back onto her face. "Enough whining, sister. We'll have plenty of time to seduce our handsome young master soon enough. He'll realize eventually that no one can satisfy him quite like we can! That's what we trained for."
Although they'd never actually trained with a man... They had practised with each other.
Lyna sighed, pouting dramatically but nodding in reluctant agreement. "You're right, Lyra. Those witches may be pretty, but they're no match for two eager devil sisters like us."
Lyra glanced around. "I suppose we should clean up this mess and erase the lingering traces of demonic magic our young master left behind," Lyra murmured, reluctantly slipping back into her professional role.
Lyna groaned audibly, shoulders slumping in exaggerated disappointment. "Ugh, really? That's going to take forever!"
Yeah, removing demonic magical taint from an area was a pain in the butt. It tended to want to linger and corrupt anything it touched. But it had to be done. No need for any fallen angels or members of the church to stumble around here and discover the Sitri clan now has an active presence in England.
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HP x DxD: That's not Wizard Magic! Chapter 8 — chapter 8 — WebNovel
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There is a pretty long lemon in the first half of this chapter. I didn't want to dedicate an entire chapter to only sex, so this is basically two chapters just put together.
Chapter 8 (~14k words... Yeah, it's a long one.)
(R — 18 Start)
— Harry —
I sat on the edge of the bed in the lavish hotel suite Fleur had whisked us off to. My heart thundered in my chest as I watched Fleur and Gabrielle standing mere feet away.
My eyes drank in every movement as their slender hands slowly caressed each other's voluptuous curves, exploring teasingly and intimately over their form-fitting robes. Fleur pressed herself tightly against Gabrielle from behind, her delicate fingers sliding up Gabrielle's torso, tracing tantalizingly slow circles around her slightly smaller but perfectly firm breasts. Fleur's lips brushed sensually against Gabrielle's exposed neck, eliciting a shuddering gasp of pleasure from the younger witch, who pressed herself further into Fleur's seductive embrace.
Gabrielle wasn't passive in their teasing display, her own hands reached behind her, boldly gripping Fleur's luscious arse through the silk of her robes, fingers sinking enticingly into the soft, supple curves. Gabrielle squeezed possessively, prompting a soft moan from Fleur, a sound so sensual and inviting it shot straight to my rapidly hardening cock.
Then they turned to face each other, but not before giving me two near identical teasing winks.
Their lips met in a slow, deep kiss that made my blood boil and my erection painfully strain against my trousers. Fleur's tongue slid sensuously between Gabrielle's parted lips, caressing her sister's tongue intimately. The heated wet sounds of their kiss echoed softly in the quiet room, making it nearly impossible to maintain my rapidly fraying control.
My fingers clenched tightly in the sheets as I desperately fought the primal urge to rip my clothing off and take them both right then and there.
The sensual show escalated further as Fleur's delicate fingers found the clasps at the front of Gabrielle's robes, slowly, deliberately popping open each button. She deliberately allowed each one to reveal a little more creamy, flawless skin.
Inch by tempting inch, the robes slid downward, revealing Gabrielle's enticingly shaped collarbones, then the full swell of her beautiful breasts, barely contained by a lacy black bra. Fleur smirked knowingly at me over Gabrielle's shoulder, obviously enjoying my torment as her fingers teased the edges of Gabrielle's lingerie, gently grazing her sister's erect nipples through the thin fabric.
Gabrielle gasped breathlessly, eyes fluttering shut in pleasure, hips shifting provocatively against Fleur's pelvis. She retaliated swiftly, attacking the clasps of her sister's robes with eager fingers. Within moments, Fleur's robes were slipping away, pooling gracefully around her feet.
My breath caught audibly in my throat at the sight before me.
I could barely restrain the raw, animalistic desire coursing violently through my veins, but somehow, I managed to remain seated-just barely. Fleur and Gabrielle stood face to face now, bodies pressed tightly together, their scantily-clad forms grinding sensually against each other.
