Hannah stepped closer, clasping her hands hopefully. "Um, actually, Rias, we were wondering if maybe... we could borrow Gasper from you for a little while?" She blushed prettily, glancing shyly at the trembling dhampir. "If that's okay."
Susan quickly chimed in, eyes bright with eagerness. "Yes, please! We'd love to spend some time with him. We can even take him to breakfast with us!"
Gasper froze, eyes wide with alarm at their request. As if social interaction was the worst punishment in the world or something!
Well, it might be for a super reclusive introvert like him, but it was also necessary.
He lifted his flushed face nervously from Rias's chest, wide red eyes flicking anxiously from Hannah and Susan back to Rias, silently pleading.
"Oh, absolutely," she purred, her tone velvet-soft as she gently nudged Gasper off her lap, urging him to stand. "He's all yours, ladies."
Gasper stumbled to his feet awkwardly. He cast Rias a look of betrayed despair, his delicate lips parted in quiet panic.
"B-Buchou..." he pleaded weakly, eyes huge and glassy.
But Rias simply grinned wider, casually leaning back into her chair and crossing one leg elegantly over the other. "Now, now, Gasper," Akeno cooed teasingly, clearly savoring the moment, "Don't be rude. You wouldn't disappoint your new friends, would you?"
Susan eagerly looped her arm through Gasper's slender one, pulling him gently but insistently closer. Hannah immediately slipped her arm around his other side, effectively trapping him between their warm bodies. Gasper's petite form looked even smaller, more fragile squeezed between them, his delicate frame dwarfed by their enthusiastic closeness.
"Come on, Gasper!" Hannah encouraged, eyes bright with excitement. "We promise we'll take great care of you."
"You're just too cute to resist," Susan giggled sweetly, lightly tugging him along toward their circle of Hufflepuff friends across the common room.
Gasper whimpered helplessly, stumbling slightly on his heels as he was pulled away from the safety of Rias's presence. He shot one final pleading glance back toward her, looking hopelessly flustered and overwhelmed.
Rias then turned her attention toward Koneko and Kiba, gently brushing a stray lock of her crimson hair behind one ear. She felt genuine curiosity about how her peerage was adjusting to Hogwarts. The surprising popularity of Gasper still lingered in her thoughts, she'd never imagined he would end up being the one to capture the attention of so many students.
Then again, Gasper had always been adorable-perhaps it shouldn't have shocked her as much as it did. Even back at Kuoh, he would have been incredibly popular if only he'd ever left his room to actually attend classes in person rather than hiding behind his computer screen, taking everything online.
She leaned forward slightly, elbows resting comfortably on her knees as she addressed her rook first. "Koneko, have you had a chance to make any new friends yet? Anyone interesting from your classes yesterday?"
Koneko met Rias's eyes with a blank stare, the golden hue reflecting little emotion. Without even blinking, she responded bluntly, her voice flat and unbothered. "I didn't bother talking to anyone yesterday, Buchou..."
Rias sighed quietly, rubbing a hand gently against her forehead. Koneko was as straightforward as ever, never one to pretend or sugarcoat things. But her reclusive nature was going to be another challenge-another member of the peerage Rias would have to guide toward opening up more. Koneko would certainly need a bit of prodding to leave her comfort zone, though Rias was confident she could help her eventually.
"Alright," Rias said patiently, making a mental note to keep an eye out for ways to coax Koneko into interacting more with the other students. She shifted her attention toward her knight, eyes softening warmly. "How about you, Kiba? Any luck making friends?"
But when Rias looked over at Kiba, she immediately noticed something unusual. His typically composed face was flushed, a faint pink spreading across his pale cheeks, and he quickly avoided her gaze, instead choosing to stare intensely at his lap. His fingers nervously picked at the edge of his robes. This was strange-Yuto Kiba, ever poised and graceful, looking so openly flustered was definitely out of the ordinary.
Rias raised an eyebrow, exchanging a curious, knowing glance with Akeno, who was observing the scene with clear amusement sparkling in her violet eyes. Akeno's lips curled into a slow, teasing smile, confirming Rias's own suspicions.
There was definitely a juicy story hidden behind Kiba's sudden embarrassment.
"Kiba?" Rias asked gently, leaning in closer, her tone playfully teasing. "Care to share what happened yesterday?"
Kiba cleared his throat awkwardly, looking momentarily trapped by their attention. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, still refusing to meet her eyes directly. "I... well, actually," he began haltingly, his voice quieter than usual, hesitant as though revealing a secret. "I met someone yesterday-a boy from Slytherin. An older student. He's... Italian too, actually. Like me."
Rias's lips curled into a wider, amused smile, the pieces quickly falling into place. She had never seen Kiba so openly affected by someone before. Clearly, there was a strong attraction here. She couldn't help but feel delighted; it was rare to see her knight in such a state. Beside her, Akeno let out a soft, melodic chuckle, clearly enjoying this unexpected revelation just as much.
"Oh?" Rias asked, her voice warm and teasing. She leaned forward further, genuinely intrigued by Kiba's bashful reaction. "And what's the name of this handsome Italian boy who managed to make my usually calm and collected knight blush so much?"
Kiba's cheeks deepened to an even brighter shade of pink, and he let out a soft, self-conscious laugh, rubbing the back of his neck nervously. After a hesitant pause, he finally looked up, meeting Rias's expectant gaze shyly. "His name is Blaise Zabini," Kiba said quietly, a faint but unmistakable fondness in his voice. "He's nineteen years old-a fourth-year student, just like you and Akeno-senpai."
Rias felt her chest tighten with fond amusement. She glanced once more at Akeno, and the two women exchanged knowing looks. Yes, there was definitely a story here, and from the way Kiba's cheeks remained pink, it was one worth teasing out later. For now, though, she simply let him sit there with his blush and his quiet happiness.
Too bad for Tsubaki though. They all tried to tell her that Kiba batted for the other team, but Tsubaki never listened. Then again, Rias wondered if Tsubaki would possibly end up with Harry instead? Although, according to Sona, Harry hadn't spent much time alone with Sona's queen up to this point.
Koneko and Kiba eventually excused themselves to go find breakfast. In reality, it was more Koneko dragging Kiba along with her, the small cat-girl gripping his sleeve with quiet determination. The moment food was mentioned, her golden eyes had lit up with rare excitement. For her, Hogwarts was already paradise-the fact that every meal was an all-you-can-eat buffet was nothing short of a dream come true. She could happily devour twenty thousand calories in a single sitting...
Thankfully, devils didn't put on weight easily, and Koneko's constant training sessions burned through much of her endless appetite. Still, Rias couldn't help but shake her head fondly as she watched her rook vanish toward the Great Hall with her knight reluctantly in tow.
The common room grew quieter once they were gone. Akeno shifted gracefully beside her, her teasing smile softening as her eyes grew more serious. She brushed a strand of long black hair behind her ear, her expression calm but intent as she studied Rias closely. "Rias," Akeno said gently, her melodic voice no less alluring even when laced with concern, "are you ready to talk to Harry again today? Hopefully, it will go better than yesterday."
The question lingered between them, heavy and unavoidable. Rias drew in a slow breath, exhaling quietly as she leaned back into her chair. The memory of yesterday's confrontation stung sharply in her chest. Harry's shocked expression, the way the situation had spiraled completely out of her control-it all replayed in her mind like a cruel echo.
She clenched her hands lightly against her knees, steadying herself. "I don't know if I'm ready," Rias admitted softly, her voice low and unguarded. She turned her head slightly, staring at the fire's shifting embers. "But if I want this engagement to work... or even if I just want to understand him... I have to try again."
Akeno leaned forward, resting her chin delicately against the back of her hand. Her violet eyes gleamed with quiet amusement, though her tone remained supportive. "That's the Rias I know. Bold, determined, unwilling to give up just because a boy glared at you."
Rias shot her a small, exasperated look, but the corner of her lips twitched upward despite herself. "He didn't just glare, Akeno. He looked at us all like everyone he knew had betrayed him. And I hadn't even had the chance to explain anything from my side... It was the same way I felt when my parents told me about Riser being my old fiance."
Akeno's smile softened. She reached out, her fingers brushing lightly against Rias's arm in reassurance. "Then explain today. Tell him your side of the story. Also, Kiba and Koneko did buy you a lot of good will yesterday so that will help. Although, I bet he's probably still upset that someone tried to kill him-again, apparently. Ara Ara, I wonder if he's working out his stress on any of his harem members right now...?"
Rias blushed and rolled her eyes at Akeno's overactive imagination...
— Harry —
(R-18 start)
"Harder, young master! It feels so fucking good!"
"Kya-spank me more, young master!"
Their voices overlapped, desperate and needy. Lyra and Lyna, my gorgeous raven-haired twin maids, were both bent over the mattress with their arms braced against the sheets. I'd made them keep their slutty maid uniforms on for me, but their frilly skirts were flipped up high, leaving their bare asses and dripping pussies exposed to my use.
From behind, the sight was of two perfectly round bubble butts side by side, their pale skin flushed pink from my hands, their wet holes glistening.
I was on my knees between them, hips snapping forward, pounding my cock into Lyna's tight, soaking cunt. Her pussy clenched greedily around me, every thrust dragging more slickness down my length.
With my free hand I reached across to her sister. Lyra moaned into the sheets as I smacked her ass hard enough to make it ripple, the red handprint blooming beautifully on her pale cheek. I spanked her again, sharper this time, and her whole body jolted. Both of their asses jiggled wildly with every thrust or slap, the sound of flesh meeting flesh echoing through the room.
"Y-you're splitting me open, young master!" Lyna gasped, her voice high-pitched and breathless. She arched her back, pushing her hips back against me even harder, her pussy sucking me in with desperate greed.
Her twin wasn't any quieter. Lyra turned her flushed face toward me, strands of black hair sticking to her sweaty cheek. "Don't ignore me! My ass is burning, my pussy's dripping! I need your cock too, young master!"
I gritted my teeth, slamming deep into Lyna and holding there for a second, grinding against her soaked folds. Her whole body quivered as she let out a ragged scream. My palm came down on Lyra's ass again, then again, until she was writhing from the sting, her tight little hole puckering as if begging me to take her.
Their shameless moans mixed together, twin voices echoing in perfect unison, as though they were competing to see who could sound more like a needy slut for me. Sweat dripped down my back as I pulled almost all the way out of Lyna's pussy, her slickness coating my cock from tip to base, before slamming back in with brutal force. Her scream turned into a sobbing moan of pleasure.
"F-fill me! Don't stop, young master, don't stop!" she begged, clawing at the sheets.
"Make us both cum! Use us like the whores we are!" Lyra added, panting heavily, her body trembling from each smack.
The raw heat of their words made my cock throb inside Lyna, my balls tightening with each desperate clench of her pussy. I spanked Lyra one more time, then dug my fingers into her reddened cheek, spreading her ass apart so I could see her wet little hole winking at me, begging for its turn.
Lyna whined as I pulled my cock out of her soaked pussy, her walls clinging to me desperately as if trying to drag me back inside. Her hips twitched in protest, but I ignored her pleading gasp and shifted over, lining myself up with Lyra's waiting cunt.
She was already dripping for me, her folds glistening, her swollen clit peeking out like a desperate little button. I slammed into her in one smooth thrust, burying myself to the hilt. Lyra shrieked in pleasure, her back arching beautifully. "F-fuck, young master! You're splitting me apart!" she cried, her pussy clutching me so tight it was like her twin's-wet, needy, gripping me from every angle.
Lyna wasn't sulking for long. I grabbed her pale ass cheek, spreading her wide, and pressed one finger against the tight ring of her asshole. The instant I breached her, sliding slowly into that tight heat, she arched like I'd set fire to her nerves. "Y-young master!" Lyna squealed, half a sob and half a moan. Her hands clenched the sheets until her knuckles turned white.
Her ass clenched around my finger, hot and snug, and the sensation made my cock throb harder inside her sister. I twisted my wrist slightly, sliding deeper until my finger was buried inside her ass.
"More," she gasped, her voice breaking with desperation. "Another finger, please-I want it!"
Her dirty begging only drove me harder. I pounded into Lyra, my hips slapping against her reddened ass, her cheeks rippling with every brutal thrust. With each stroke, her pussy gushed wetter, juices coating my cock and dribbling down her thighs.
I spat in my hand, slicking my fingers, and pushed a second one into Lyna's ass. She cried out, her body shaking, her ass spreading wide for me. Her back bowed beautifully as she pushed against my hand, greedy for the stretch.
"Yes-yes, young master!" she cried. "Stretch my ass, fill me, I love it so much!"
Lyra turned her head toward me, her flushed face twisted with jealousy. Sweat gleamed on her forehead, strands of black hair sticking to her damp skin. "Don't ignore me!" she panted, her pussy convulsing around me as if to prove her point. "Make me cum too! Pound me harder-I can take it!"
