Narcissa watched Hermione with wide eyes, looking unsure and slightly nervous. She seemed conflicted and chewed lightly on her lower lip as we continued walking through the bustling streets of Lilith. Finally, she took a deep breath and quietly spoke up. "Should I... should I do that as well?" Narcissa asked softly, her voice surprisingly shy.
"Narcissa, I'm honestly not trying to rush you into anything you're not comfortable with," I said truthfully. "Just because you're a member of my peerage doesn't mean you're obligated to become my lover or anything like that."
She met my eyes again and nodded slowly. I noticed a hint of relief in her expression. Still, if I was being perfectly honest with myself, I wouldn't mind getting to know Narcissa better-much better.
Not just because the look on Draco's face would be utterly priceless when he inevitably found out I was shagging his mother, although that was certainly a bonus.
But genuinely, Narcissa herself intrigued me. She was refined, beautiful, and graceful-truly the epitome of what I'd consider a high-class noble woman.
Just as I was lost in thought about that, Narcissa suddenly surprised me by leaning in closer. Her platinum-blonde hair brushed against my cheek as she gently kissed my other cheek, just as Hermione had done moments earlier. Her lips were soft and warm, lingering just a second longer than Hermione's kiss had. My heart skipped a beat.
She pulled back slowly, meeting my gaze with a determined blush.
"Well," Narcissa said softly, her voice taking on a confident yet playful tone. "I've already taken a "reckless and stupid" plunge with youl. I suppose I might as well go all the way with it."
I couldn't help the wide grin spreading across my face as I felt both their hands tighten gently around mine. With two gorgeous women-one younger, brilliant, and sweet. The other elegant, refined, and beautifully mature-walking proudly by my sides, I felt incredibly lucky.
"You know," I said with a cheerful smile, "Lilith has some of the absolute best shopping in the Underworld. And as it happens, I'm very, very rich. How about we explore a bit? We can buy whatever you both want."
Hermione's eyes lit up immediately at the mention of shopping. Her smile was bright and eager. "Magic bookstores!" she said instantly, almost bouncing with excitement. "Can we go see some of those first, Harry?"
I chuckled softly at her enthusiasm. Of course, Hermione Granger would always be drawn to books, even as a newly transformed devil. "Absolutely, Hermione," I agreed warmly. "We'll visit as many bookstores as you'd like."
Next to me, Narcissa seemed interested but not nearly as excited about bookstores as Hermione was. Her gaze was directed toward the other shops and boutiques lining the street, particularly the high-class fashion shops showcasing the latest Underworld trends.
I followed her gaze, noticing several devil women passing by us. They wore beautiful, revealing dresses that openly flaunted their figures. Compared to the conservative, stuffy robes witches typically wore in the Wizarding world, the Underworld's female fashions were much more risque.
Narcissa tilted her head curiously, studying the provocative dresses carefully. "Harry," she asked softly, glancing back at me with a delicate blush still staining her cheeks, "do you think perhaps we could visit some of those fashion boutiques afterward? The dresses here seem quite fascinating... and daring."
I chuckled softly and gave her hand a gentle squeeze.
"Of course, Narcissa. You'd look amazing in any one of them," I told her honestly.
Hermione just giggled softly beside me. "Harry Sitri, you're incorrigible," she teased, though she clearly didn't mind one bit.
We spent a couple more pleasant hours exploring the streets of Lilith. Hermione was thrilled with the magic bookstores, finding rare tomes she'd never imagined existed. Narcissa spent most of our visit in the fashion boutiques, blushing and hesitating at first before gradually becoming bolder. She eventually bought several dresses far more daring and revealing than anything she'd worn before. I even saw her buy a few pieces of lingerie and I shuddered at the thought of seeing her in them.
When evening approached, we finally returned to the Sitri manor. Mum unfortunately wasn't there. Some young devil had apparently done something especially stupid, causing a small diplomatic emergency. She had to handle it personally.
Because of that, I spent the rest of the day with Hermione and Narcissa, along with my grandparents Sebastian and Selene. Aunt Sona joined us too, accompanied by Tsubaki. It was relaxing and pretty peaceful. Other students were completely stuck at Hogwarts for the majority of the year, and I felt lucky being able to teleport to visit my family whenever I wanted. The family that I was still getting used to and grateful to have.
The next morning, Narcissa left early with Behemoth. They needed to return to the Wizarding World to handle some important matters. Now that Narcissa was freed from Lucius magically, she needed to officially file for divorce. She planned to hire Ted Tonks-her estranged older sister's husband-as her lawyer. It would hopefully help her reconnect with Andromeda, too. Narcissa hadn't seen her sister in decades after Andromeda had been disowned by the Black family.
But the most pressing problem we faced was that Narcissa, as my new devil bishop, had to spend at least an hour each day close to me to stabilize her newly transformed magic. Given that I'd be spending most of my time at Hogwarts, we needed Narcissa to have a legitimate position at the school.
Fortunately, solving that issue shouldn't be too difficult. I'd quickly learned that in the Wizarding World, throwing enough money around could solve just about any problem. If necessary, we'd simply offer Dumbledore another substantial donation. And by donation, I meant bribe of course.
Ideally, though, we preferred a more believable scenario. Narcissa was a good student when she originally attended Hogwarts, and she had a mastery in Defense Against the Dark Arts.
We decided we could propose making her an assistant Defense Against the Dark Arts professor. It honestly shouldn't even be a hard sell.
Professor Lockhart's classes were hilarious at times, but he was objectively a terrible teacher. I'd learned precisely nothing useful from him beyond examples of what not to do. I'm sure Dumbledore was already getting a lot of complaints from students and parents.
With all those plans in place, I felt good as the weekend drew to a close...
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(r-18 start)
I walked into my bedroom, stretching a bit as I mentally prepared myself for some much-needed sleep. Classes started bright and early tomorrow morning, and I'd need to teleport back to Hogwarts before dawn.
As I closed the door behind me and turned toward the bed, however, any thoughts of classes, school, or even sleep vanished completely from my mind.
Sitting on my huge, plush bed, wearing matching sultry smiles, were my twin maids, Lyra and Lyna. They must've been waiting patiently for me this entire evening. I realized that explained why I hadn't seen either of them at dinner tonight.
"Hello, Young Master," Lyra purred sweetly, her voice dripping with playful desire as she crossed one smooth leg slowly over the other. Her short, frilled black skirt hiked up slightly, exposing more of her silky thighs.
"We've been waiting patiently all evening," Lyna added softly, leaning forward on the bed and resting her weight on her slender arms. The provocative movement immediately drew my eyes down toward her chest, where her massive, soft breasts pressed forward obscenely against the thin fabric of her ridiculously low-cut maid uniform.
My eyes were glued helplessly onto the deep valley of pale, creamy skin revealed by the twins' skimpy outfits. Those outfits had always seemed intentionally slutty, but right now, on Lyra and Lyna, they felt especially indecent.
Each uniform consisted of a frilly black-and-white dress that hugged every enticing curve of their flawless bodies. The tops were barely decent, plunging down low enough that the twins' enormous, round tits looked ready to spill out with even the slightest sudden movement. I could easily see the faint outline of their stiff nipples poking through the thin material. Their tight skirts flared playfully around their slim waists, short enough to give frequent glimpses of their shapely, toned thighs and the lower curve of their plump asses.
My heart rate picked up instantly, blood rushing downward and causing a powerful, throbbing sensation between my legs. I swallowed heavily, heat rushing across my face. My cock was already rapidly hardening, straining uncomfortably against the fabric of my pants.
"L-Lyra... Lyna..." I stammered awkwardly, trying-and failing-to regain some composure. My eyes continued to shamelessly drink in every detail of their perfect bodies.
The twins exchanged amused, knowing glances before simultaneously giggling softly. Lyra moved first, standing up gracefully from the bed and slowly stepping toward me with an exaggerated sway in her slender hips.
"You look tense, Master Harry," Lyra whispered seductively as she approached, her voice sending a delightful shiver racing down my spine. She lifted one dainty hand, lightly tracing the outline of my chest through my shirt, fingertips teasingly grazing my nipple through the fabric.
"I think we should help you relax," Lyna agreed sweetly, appearing suddenly at my other side and gently running her soft fingers up along my thigh. She stopped just short of touching the obvious bulge straining desperately in my pants.
I groaned softly under their teasing touches, feeling my breath hitch sharply. "You're both absolutely incorrigible," I muttered breathlessly, making no move at all to push them away.
Lyra giggled again, pressing herself more firmly against my side. The soft, heavy weight of her breasts rubbed deliciously against my chest, causing my cock to jerk involuntarily. "And yet, you clearly enjoy our attention, Master," she teased playfully, brushing her glossy pink lips softly against the shell of my ear.
Lyna reached boldly downward, finally running her fingertips lightly over the stiff ridge tenting my trousers. She gave my cock a gentle, appreciative squeeze through the fabric. I gasped softly, hips bucking reflexively into her teasing hand.
"You really have no idea just how long we've both wanted to have you all to ourselves, master Harry," Lyna breathed softly, her eyes full of lust and adoration. "We're going to make sure you never forget tonight."
The twins shared another sultry, promising look between themselves. Lyra leaned closer, slowly capturing my lips with her own in a deep, passionate kiss. Her tongue slid boldly forward, eagerly tasting me as her voluptuous body pressed into mine.
Lyna sank gracefully to her knees in front of me, her fingers unbuckling my belt and carefully lowering my zipper. My cock sprang free immediately, fully erect and throbbing eagerly, precum already leaking out from the sensitive tip.
"Oh my," Lyna purred appreciatively, her wide eyes locked hungrily onto my twitching shaft. "Young Master is as impressive as always. We're going to have so much fun with this beautiful cock tonight! It's about time you properly claimed us both!" I felt Lyna's soft, wet tongue begin teasingly licking up and down my length.
Lyra pressed her lush, soft body firmly against me, deepening the kiss as she rose up onto her tiptoes. Her tongue eagerly tangled with mine, hungry and insistent, as her slender fingers quickly slipped underneath my shirt.
I groaned softly into her mouth, feeling her smooth hands roaming boldly across my bare chest. She swiftly pushed my shirt up, forcing me to briefly break our kiss as she pulled it over my head and tossed it aside.
"Oh, Master Harry," Lyra purred seductively, her voice full of admiration as she ran her fingertips slowly down my exposed chest and abs. "Your body is so sexy every time we see it."
I shivered at her touch. Before I could reply, a deep, throaty moan escaped my lips as I felt Lyna's warm, wet tongue dragging slowly up along the entire length of my painfully erect cock.
"Mmm, Young Master tastes so delicious," Lyna murmured softly from her position on her knees before me. Her gorgeous pink eyes gazed up at me seductively through long lashes as she teasingly licked around the sensitive tip, tasting the salty precum already dripping from me. "I could spend all night worshipping this beautiful cock."
My legs trembled slightly from the intense sensation of her mouth exploring me. Lyna's soft, full lips felt incredible, warm and slick as she slowly moved them up and down my shaft, carefully teasing and licking every inch. She kissed my sensitive head softly before she took me deeper into her mouth, causing me to gasp sharply at the sudden heat and tight suction surrounding my cock.
"Fuck, Lyna..." I groaned breathlessly, burying one hand gently into her silky black hair. Her head began to bob slowly and rhythmically along my shaft, taking me deeper with each movement, and I struggled not to lose myself immediately.
Lyra giggled softly beside me, clearly amused and aroused by my reactions. She pressed herself even closer, her impressive breasts rubbing enticingly against my bare chest through the thin fabric of her maid outfit. I felt her nipples stiff and erect beneath the thin cloth.
"You love that, don't you, Master?" Lyra whispered hotly into my ear, her voice dripping with playful lust as she lightly traced her tongue along my earlobe. "You love feeling my sister's hot mouth wrapped around your big cock, don't you?"
I groaned again, my hips bucking slightly forward, unable to control my body's reactions. My cock throbbed fiercely within Lyna's mouth, begging for more of her sweet, teasing tongue. She eagerly obliged, skillfully swirling her tongue around my sensitive shaft, sending powerful shivers rippling through me.
Lyra took my hand and boldly pressed it against the curve of her full, round ass beneath her scandalously short skirt. I instinctively squeezed her firm yet soft flesh, causing her to let out a delighted gasp.
"Mmm, yes, Master," Lyra purred encouragingly, her voice husky and filled with desire. "Touch me however you like. We're here to please you."
Lyra stepped back just enough for me to watch as she slowly slipped her maid top down, letting the thin fabric slide teasingly off her flawless shoulders. Her huge, perfectly round tits spilled out freely, bouncing gently, topped with hard, rosy nipples. My cock twitched desperately, throbbing harder than ever at the sight. She smirked playfully, clearly enjoying how much she was driving me crazy.
