Narcissa smirked at me as she gracefully eased herself up onto Lockhart's desk, her slender legs crossing elegantly beneath her professor robes as she leaned back slightly, studying me through half-lidded, mischievous eyes. "I think you've been an exceptionally naughty student, Mr. Sitri," she murmured silkily, her voice dripping with seduction and playful authority. "A troublemaker of your caliber clearly requires immediate detention." Her lips curved wickedly. "Perhaps even a firm bit of punishment to set you straight."
My cock throbbed eagerly beneath my robes at her provocative words, eyes locked intently upon her as Narcissa slowly, deliberately began tugging down the neckline of her dress beneath the open robes. Inch by teasing inch, she revealed the flawless porcelain curve of her cleavage to my hungry gaze. Her breasts were large and enticingly full, their pale skin creamy and perfect, inviting me closer with every deliciously slow movement of her fingers.
She continued easing the fabric downward until finally-finally-her incredible tits spilled free, bouncing gently as they settled enticingly atop her chest. Large, round, pale globes topped with delicate rosy-pink nipples that instantly hardened under my heated gaze. My mouth watered, aching to taste her beautiful breasts, to tease her sensitive nipples with my tongue and teeth until Narcissa moaned shamelessly for me.
I was absolutely ready and eager to receive whatever sexy punishment my gorgeous new "Professor" had in store-
But then, just as I was about to cross the room and bury myself between Narcissa's exposed breasts, the office door abruptly slammed open without warning, crashing loudly against the wall behind it.
My mother Serafall stormed enthusiastically into the office with a bright, cheerful grin stretched across her pretty face. "Hi Harry! I'm finally here-" Her words cut off sharply as her wide blue eyes blinked curiously at the sight that greeted her.
Narcissa sat frozen in shock atop Lockhart's desk, her beautiful face immediately flushing a deep, embarrassed crimson as she hastily tried covering her large, exposed tits with both hands. Her flustered gaze darted nervously toward my mother, and she coughed awkwardly. "Lady Leviathan-I...this isn't quite..."
Serafall giggled mischievously and with zero shame as she waved away Narcissa's stammered embarrassment. "Ohhhh, were you and your sexy peerage member engaging in some naughty student-teacher roleplay, Harry?" She asked brightly, voice filled with excitement. "That's adorable! My mistake for interrupting!"
Serafall obviously didn't sound even remotely sorry, despite her playful apology. Without another word, she quickly bounded across the room toward me, ignoring Narcissa's flustered attempts to discreetly readjust her clothing.
Serafall immediately wrapped her slender arms tightly around my waist, pressing her lush, curvy figure warmly against me as she smiled cheerfully up into my face. "Don't let me ruin your fun though!" she declared innocently. "I'd be more than happy to join in, you know! It looks like Professor Black has plenty of naughty ideas left to try out on you."
I laughed softly, glancing apologetically toward Narcissa. My MILF bishop was now thoroughly flustered and struggling not to die of embarrassment as she hastily rearranged her robes and dress. "Mother, as much as I'd love that, maybe next time you could knock first?"
Serafall pouted cutely, hugging me even tighter as she pressed her generous chest snugly into me. "But Harry, that spoils all my fun! You know I love surprising you!"
I sighed softly in resignation, though truthfully, I couldn't stay annoyed at my mother for long. Instead, I gently wrapped an arm around Serafall's waist, pulling her closer and squeezing affectionately. I looked toward Narcissa, who was finally presentable again-though still bright red in embarrassment-and gave her a comforting, reassuring smile.
"Don't worry, Professor Black," I teased lightly, eyes gleaming with mischief. "I'll be more than happy to attend your detention later this evening, whenever we're not in danger of unexpected interruptions."
Narcissa cleared her throat delicately, finally regaining her composure. Her eyes glittered playfully as she shot me a seductive smirk. "I'll be counting on it, Mr. Sitri. Just don't be late again, or I may have to add extra punishments."
Serafall giggled happily again, delighted by our teasing exchange. "Oh, you two are adorable!"
I blinked down at Serafall, a little surprised. "You sure came quick," I said softly, squeezing her gently around the waist. "I only just sent you that message about catching another spy at Hogwarts."
Serafall beamed up at me, her vibrant blue eyes glittering with mischief and genuine warmth. "Of course I did! I'll always come whenever you or So-tan need me, Harry!"
Before I could respond, she stood on her toes and captured my lips in a sweet, enthusiastic kiss. Her lips were soft and inviting, and I instinctively deepened the embrace, letting my hands trail along the graceful curve of her lower back. Serafall giggled into our kiss, obviously pleased with herself.
When we finally broke apart, she smiled playfully up at me. "After that dumb human Ministry let that nasty little rat Pettigrew escape their pathetic clutches, I'm not taking any more chances," she said firmly, her cheerful tone momentarily shifting into something more serious. Her slender fingers traced small circles over my chest. "Besides, Behe-tan is going to have a lot of fun interrogating this Barty guy!" she added brightly, eyes sparkling again. "He won't be hiding any secrets from us for long!"
I chuckled softly, imagining exactly how terrifying a devil interrogator like Behemoth could be. Honestly, I almost felt sorry for the bastard. Almost.
Serafall glanced curiously over toward Narcissa, who stood quietly nearby, still a little red in the face from my mother's earlier intrusion. Serafall grinned mischievously again, eyes lighting up with excitement. "Oh! Are you two sure you don't want to continue your little roleplay? I'd absolutely love to join in! It could be two sexy teachers punishing Harry together for misbehaving in class~"
Narcissa's cheeks immediately flushed deeper crimson. She cleared her throat delicately, clearly embarrassed yet intrigued by the idea. "That's... that's quite alright, Lady Leviathan," Narcissa murmured softly, glancing shyly toward me. "Perhaps next time."
Serafall giggled playfully again, obviously amused by Narcissa's shy embarrassment. "Oh, don't worry, Professor Black! I'll definitely take you up on that next time~" Serafall turned her head back toward me with a wicked little smirk curving her lips. "Oh, by the way, Harry," she purred playfully, hugging herself tighter against me. "I heard you lost a little bet with So-tan last weekend when she and Rias-chan beat you during that Hogwarts Rating Game!"
My smile dropped just a tiny bit as I realized exactly where my mother was going with this. Of course Sona hadn't wasted any time in messaging Serafall about our stupid wager.
Serafall, practically vibrating with excitement, began grinding her lush, lewd body shamelessly against mine, the generous curves of her breasts rubbing enticingly across my chest through my robes. "I've been waiting the entire week since So-tan messaged me all about your little bet!" she said brightly. "I've had my best scriptwriters spend the whole week working day and night to write you a super amazing, adorable, and sexy part on my Magical Girl Levia-tan show! I'm so excited I can barely contain myself!"
I stared down at her, amused but exasperated. "You certainly don't seem to be containing yourself at all right now," I pointed out dryly, gesturing down toward her curvy hips which were enthusiastically grinding against my rapidly hardening cock.
She simply giggled shamelessly in response, not bothering to hide her eager anticipation. Serafall leaned up to capture my lips once again, pressing herself warmly against me, her soft, inviting mouth hungrily kissing mine before pulling back just slightly. "You better hurry and pack, Harry~," she cooed playfully, eyes glittering mischievously. "You'll be coming with me to the Underworld this entire weekend for filming! Isn't that exciting?"
I groaned softly but resignedly beneath my breath, gently squeezing her slender waist. "Alright, mother, I guess I don't have much of a choice thanks to losing that damn bet with Sona." I sighed dramatically. "Let's just get this over with. I'm sure I'll survive somehow."
Serafall laughed brightly, obviously delighted. "Oh, don't pretend to be so grumpy about it!" she teased cheerfully. "I promise you'll have tons of fun acting on my show! The fans are going to absolutely adore you! I'm sure your role will involve plenty of cute and sexy scenes with me and the other beautiful actresses!"
With one last quick, shamelessly enthusiastic kiss, she finally released me, stepping back toward the door with an eager bounce in her step. Her hips swayed enticingly as she walked, clearly knowing exactly how to keep my eyes glued to her curvy, retreating figure. "I'll meet you in your dorm room once you've packed everything, Harry!" Serafall called back happily. "Don't keep me waiting too long, or I might just come looking for you again!"
I watched my mother saunter cheerfully out of the office, shaking my head slightly in amusement and mild resignation. Narcissa stepped gracefully over beside me, her beautiful face wearing an expression of quiet amusement and gentle sympathy. "I suppose this means we're going to spend the weekend back in the Underworld again?" she murmured softly, though judging by the faint, pleased smile curving her lips, Narcissa clearly didn't mind the idea much at all.
I gave a resigned but affectionate sigh. "Yeah, looks like it. Serafall's definitely not going to let me escape from this one." I chuckled quietly, slipping my arm gently around Narcissa's slender waist. "Although I imagine you'll find some enjoyable ways to keep me entertained in between filming sessions, right, Professor Black?"
Her cheeks flushed faintly at the teasing mention of her new title, eyes glittering playfully. "Oh, you can definitely count on that, Mr. Sitri," she purred seductively, leaning up slightly to brush a soft, lingering kiss against my lips.
I squeezed Narcissa affectionately one last time before reluctantly stepping away. "Alright," I sighed, straightening myself up. "I'd better go tell Hermione, Tonks and my maids Lyra and Lyna about this weekend's plans. At least they'll be excited to join us in the Underworld again, so it shouldn't be too terrible."
On the bright side, at least Lyra and Lyna-my two newest peerage pawns-would certainly find my upcoming Magical Girl Levia-tan guest role endlessly amusing. And yes, I had finally accepted them both into my peerage. Surprisingly, even though they were both powerful, they only took up one pawn piece each. Unlike Tonks who took two pieces. I wonder if it was because of Tonks' metamorphmagus bloodline...?
...When I told Rias and Sona I would be gone all this weekend, they were both sad, wanting to spend more time with me. Sona especially had been busy with the tournament last weekend since she beat my team to go onto face Krum's team and that took up most of her Saturday. Of course, when I told Sona that she could spend time with me in the underworld on set for Magical Levia-tan, she immediately changed her tune and said she'd probably just spend the weekend studying or spending time with Tsubaki, Luna and Rias. I made the same offer to Rias as well but she told me her parents and brother had forbidden her from going on that show...
Of course, there were two beautiful French young women who weren't at all happy about the idea of being left behind. After I went to visit them to tell them I was leaving, Fleur and Gabrielle immediately began clinging tightly to me, determined not to let me escape without them.
"Oh non, Harry! You cannot leave us behind again!" Fleur pleaded, her lovely French-accented voice filled with both disappointment and longing. Her soft, delicate fingers slid sensually across my chest, tracing teasing circles through the thin fabric of my shirt. Fleur always knew exactly how to press my buttons and turn me on.
Beside her, Gabrielle eagerly joined her sister in begging me, her more petite frame molded firmly to my side. "S'il te plait, mon amour," Gabrielle whispered seductively into my ear, her breath warm and inviting against my skin. "It would be terribly cruel to leave your favorite French girls behind!"
I chuckled softly, reaching up to gently stroke both of their silky blonde hair in a comforting manner. "Believe me, I'd love nothing more than to bring you both along," I said, my voice firm yet gentle. "But you know I can't do that unless you're officially members of my peerage."
Fleur pouted prettily, pressing her lush curves even tighter against my side. Her large, soft breasts flattened deliciously against my chest, and I could easily feel the stiff peaks of her nipples rubbing enticingly against me even through the layers of clothing. Merlin, Fleur clearly wasn't wearing a bra underneath that uniform. Her stunning blue eyes gazed imploringly up into my own, heavy with desire and affection. "Then, why do you not simply accept us both into your peerage, Harry?" she asked softly, her lips brushing gently against mine with each word she spoke. "Gabrielle and I have waited patiently enough, have we not?"
Gabrielle eagerly nodded her agreement beside Fleur, practically vibrating with excitement at the very idea of finally joining my peerage. "Oui, oui!" she said enthusiastically, blue eyes shining brightly with eager anticipation. "You already know that Fleur and I both desperately wish to join you, Harry. We want nothing more than to proudly stand by your side, officially yours in every way possible."
The intensity and sincerity of their desire sent a powerful surge of emotion coursing through me. I already knew full well how deeply both Fleur and Gabrielle cared about me, and how desperately they both wanted to join me officially.
They'd patiently waited, never once pushing or pressuring me into accepting them, even though I knew it must have been agonizingly difficult for two proud and passionate young women like them.
"I care about both of you deeply-far more than I ever expected when we first met. But you have to understand, joining my peerage isn't just a political or magical arrangement. It's deeply intimate and permanent. It means we're bound to each other completely, in every sense of the word."
Gabrielle smiled warmly, leaning her soft cheek eagerly into my palm. "And that is exactly why Fleur and I both wish to join your peerage, mon cheri," she whispered softly. "Because we love you, Harry, and we wish to belong to you completely. Forever."
