Fleur leaned forward to gently kiss the corner of my mouth, her lush lips warm and inviting. "Gabrielle speaks nothing but the truth, Harry," she murmured tenderly against my skin. "We have already chosen you, my love. Our hearts, bodies, and souls belong to you alone. Accepting us into your peerage would only formalize the bond that already exists between us!"
I paused briefly at their enthusiastic declarations, my heart swelling at the sincerity and intensity of their emotions. Fleur and Gabrielle clearly meant every word they said, and the way their gorgeous blue eyes gazed imploringly up into mine nearly had me giving in on the spot. But, gently reaching out, I cupped Fleur's cheek softly and leaned in, cutting off further protests with a slow, tender kiss.
Fleur's initial surprise melted quickly into delight as she surrendered into the embrace, her body pressing deliciously closer to mine. Her plush lips moved warmly against my own, soft tongue teasing sensually into my mouth, tasting me eagerly. When we finally parted, Fleur was flushed prettily, her breath hitching slightly as she gazed at me with dazed, longing eyes.
I turned next to Gabrielle, who waited impatiently with adorable anticipation. She nearly threw herself into my arms when I leaned toward her, capturing her lips in a kiss that was every bit as passionate yet tender. Gabrielle's petite figure pressed warmly into me, her fingers tangling lovingly into my hair. She moaned softly, sweetly, her mouth opening eagerly beneath mine as I kissed her thoroughly. When I finally broke the kiss, Gabrielle was adorably flushed, breathless, and gazing up at me with an expression of pure adoration.
With both sisters now gently blushing, their earlier protests momentarily quieted by our shared kisses, I finally felt able to voice the deeper concerns I'd been carefully considering all along.
"Fleur, Gabrielle," I began softly, gently stroking their silky hair as I held them close, "you both know exactly how deeply I care about you. More than anything, I want you by my side-officially mine, as my peerage members, my lovers, and my partners. But family is important to me. I don't just want to accept you into my peerage without your parents fully knowing and approving of the situation."
At my words, both Fleur and Gabrielle visibly froze, their expressions faltering slightly in sudden hesitation and nervousness. Fleur bit her lip anxiously, exchanging an uncertain glance with Gabrielle before turning back toward me with a slightly embarrassed look.
"Our Maman, Apolline, already knows about you being a devil," Fleur admitted quietly, her voice cautious and hesitant. "In fact, she's rather thrilled by it and completely approves of our relationship with you. She's extremely open-minded and... adventurous."
Gabrielle nodded eagerly beside her sister. "Oui, Maman would be overjoyed if we joined your peerage, Harry! She thinks you're absolutely wonderful and perfect for both of us."
I raised an eyebrow curiously, noting that they'd only mentioned their mother's approval thus far. "But your father, Jean-?" I prompted gently, sensing the hesitation from them both.
Fleur and Gabrielle exchanged another awkward look. Fleur finally sighed softly, her expression shifting into something troubled and uncertain. "Papan... does not yet know everything about you, Harry. He knows we are close friends, certainly. But he does not know you're a devil-or about us both becoming your peerage members, your eternal servants. And most certainly not about us both being your lovers at the same time."
Gabrielle winced slightly beside Fleur, nodding timidly. "Papan would not take that news well," she confessed quietly. "He is more traditional than Maman. The idea of both of his daughters openly sharing the same man would... upset him greatly."
I nodded understandingly, my hands gently rubbing soothing circles across their backs as I drew them both close again. "Then perhaps you should use this weekend while I'm away to speak honestly with your parents," I suggested softly. "Your family deserves to know exactly what's happening, and it's important to me that you don't rush impulsively into a permanent decision like this. Even if you're both adults now and capable of making your own choices, it's still important that we do things properly. I want your family to fully understand and accept our relationship, not feel like I'm absconding with their daughters without any warning."
Fleur and Gabrielle looked thoughtful at my words, clearly understanding the seriousness of my request. After a moment of quiet contemplation, Fleur finally nodded slowly, giving me a gentle, appreciative smile. "You're right, Harry," she murmured softly. "It is only fair that our parents hear everything directly from us. We owe them that much, at least."
Gabrielle sighed softly beside Fleur, though her smile was sincere. "We will speak with them honestly this weekend, mon amour," she promised quietly. "We will do this right, just as you ask."
I smiled warmly at them both, deeply relieved they understood and agreed. Leaning down, I pressed gentle, affectionate kisses to each of their foreheads. "Thank you, Fleur, Gabrielle. That means a great deal to me. And believe me-once we have your family's full approval, nothing will stop me from eagerly welcoming you both officially into my peerage."
The beautiful French sisters beamed happily at my words, clinging tightly to me once more. Fleur leaned close to my ear, her voice dropping to a sensual, heated whisper. "Then we look forward greatly to that day, mon amour. And believe me-we will show you exactly how enthusiastically we wish to thank you for being so patient and understanding with us."
Gabrielle giggled seductively beside her sister, blue eyes shining mischievously. "Oh, oui, Harry. You will most certainly not regret waiting for us!"
Chuckling warmly, I embraced them both one last time. As eager as I was for that future moment, I was equally relieved knowing we would approach this important step carefully and with their family's full awareness. After all, when Hermione joined my peerage as my bishop, her parents-already enthusiastic devil worshippers-had readily given their blessing, happily supporting their daughter's eternal bond with me.
Fleur and Gabrielle deserved that same level of openness and respect. After all, these two beautiful witches meant far too much to me for anything less.
And if their father said 'no'... Well, it would probably still happen, but at least he wouldn't be left in the dark.
That was also part of the reason why I wasn't fully accepting Ginny's Weasley's advances yet-not to mention Jasmine and her own friends. I knew as the year went on and we all became better friends that they would eventually find out I was only half-human. I also knew that time was coming soon, but it wouldn't be this weekend no matter how much I'm sure Ginny was looking to cash in my favor. And that wasn't to mention the Slytherin girls Daphne and Tracy either.
Damn, I was almost at a full peerage wasn't I?
I admit, I had been giving this a lot of thought. And I know pretty much all these women were witches, and some other devils would tell me to diversify when it came to my peerage, but I had a type alright!?
And I'd much rather have girls I know and trust in my peerage than just seeking out powerful servants because they had a Sacred Gear or high combat potential.
Other than her Queen Tsubaki, Sona had made that mistake, picking girls that she didn't really get along with-not to mention that creep Saji-and she ended up regretting it. Thankfully she was able to get her pieces back and could start fresh when she was ready, with a girl like Luna-who actually appreciated spending time with Sona as her true friend and future family.
...The teleportation room of Sitri Manor shimmered into view around us, the familiar cool glow of Underworld magic fading as the teleportation spell released its hold. I blinked once, readjusting to the softer, warmer light of home-and was immediately greeted by two warm, welcoming smiles.
My grandfather Sebastian stood proudly in front, beside my beautiful grandmother, Selene.
"Look, look!" Serafall immediately declared with cheerful exuberance, waving an enthusiastic arm in my direction. "I brought back Harry!"
Sebastian stepped forward. My grandfather was a tall, powerfully built devil, with short black hair and sharp blue eyes. He gave me a pleased, approving smile before his gaze drifted curiously behind me toward the rest of our group-specifically, settling on Lyra and Lyna, my devil maids.
"Welcome back, grandson," Sebastian greeted me warmly, the corners of his mouth tugging upward in obvious amusement. "And I see you've gained even more lovely women for your peerage than the last time I saw you. Of course-we always approved of Lyra and Lyna, that's why we assigned them to you in the first place."
"Eheheheh!" Lyra and Lyna immediately stepped forward with matching expressions of happiness.
"We're part of Master Harry's peerage now!" Lyra announced cheerfully, her voice filled with open delight.
"And we're all lovey-dovey with him too!" Lyna added enthusiastically, practically vibrating with happiness and pride! "We fuck all the time!"
I face palmed at Lyna's proud statement right there...
Sebastian's smile broadened further, eyes gleaming with satisfaction and amusement. "Ah, excellent. Well done, both of you," he praised.
My grandmother Selene stepped forward then. She had a face that looked remarkably like an older, more version of Sona's. Her eyes were the same unique, vibrant pink shade my aunt possessed, though they held a warmer, more maternal kindness. And, though I would never dare say it aloud-especially not in front of Sona herself-my grandmother's chest was noticeably larger than my aunt's figure...
Selene gave Lyra and Lyna a softer, affectionate smile, her eyes gentle and encouraging. "Yes, very well done indeed," she praised the two beautiful maids. Then she turned slightly, addressing everyone else standing behind me. "Everyone's rooms are already prepared, clean and ready for your weekend stay here."
"Thank you, Ma'am," Hermione and Narcissa responded politely, bowing their heads respectfully toward Selene. My grandmother smiled warmly in return, clearly pleased by their manners.
Tonks gave a bit of a more awkward wave. She'd need some time to adjust to all the decadence that would soon be in her life.
But any further polite conversation was abruptly cut short by my mother's boundless enthusiasm. Serafall latched onto my arm possessively, tugging me insistently toward the exit with eager excitement practically radiating from her every movement. "Enough about all that boring stuff!" she declared dramatically, ignoring everyone's bemused looks as she began dragging me toward the door. "It's time for Harry to visit the set of my show! We're going to film an entire trilogy of episodes starring Harry this weekend!"
My brain momentarily stuttered in shock at hearing her cheerful announcement. Wait-what?
"Trilogy!?" I sputtered incredulously, stumbling slightly in surprise as Serafall happily dragged me forward. "Mother, your show's episodes are usually an hour long each! Three whole episodes?" How many hours of filming would that take!?
She merely giggled shamelessly, utterly delighted by my horrified reaction. "Yep!" she confirmed cheerfully. "This is going to be the greatest television event in the entire history of the Underworld! The fans are going to go absolutely wild!"
Holy crap. I inwardly cursed myself bitterly for having foolishly assumed that losing that stupid bet against Sona wouldn't actually be that big of a deal.
This was going to be one very long weekend.
...After Mother enthusiastically dragged me across the massive filming complex, I finally found myself standing awkwardly amidst bustling film crews, actors, actresses, and costumed devils milling about. The entire place had a surreal energy, with elaborate magical girl sets complete with oversized props, intricate spell effects, and far too much pink and glitter for my tastes.
Standing next to a giant fake magical wand covered in glittery pink ribbons, I caught sight of a beautiful, voluptuous woman approaching me. Her long, flowing hair was a strikingly vibrant shade of pink that matched her large, expressive eyes. Sprouting from the top of her head were a pair of polished black horns. Her figure was downright sinful, voluptuous curves generously accentuated by a blatantly slutty dark magical-girl costume.
I knew her at once from occasional glimpses of the Magical Girl Levia-tan episodes I'd watched with Sona. She was Estelle, the recurring "Dark Magical Girl" character-an antagonist who showed up a few times each season, always with a tragic backstory and complicated motivations. Today though, her face was marred by visible exhaustion.
She gave me a tired, somewhat forced smile as she approached, clearly noticing my stare. "Hey there. I'm Mary. I'm playing Estelle, this week's recurring villain," she introduced herself politely.
I blinked slightly, surprised. "Mary?" I asked. "That's kind of an unusual name for a devil, isn't it?"
She sighed, a weary chuckle slipping out. "Yeah, well, it is what it is," Mary shrugged lightly. Up close, the beautiful devil looked even more exhausted. Noticing my concern, she smiled ruefully, waving off my unspoken question. "Don't mind me. It's not your fault, anyway. Boss Lady Leviathan just made all the staff and writers pull multiple all-nighters this week, working overtime to make sure everything was perfect for when her precious son Harry-kun finally showed up on set." Her tired smirk was good-natured, but tinged with obvious irritation.
I cringed guiltily. "Sorry about that. Really, I am. My mother gets way too carried away with these things."
Mary chuckled, waving my apology aside. "Don't worry about it. It happens. Speaking of which," she added, tilting her head curiously, "do you actually know your part yet? Have you read your script?"
I hesitated slightly. "Ah... no, actually. I literally just got dragged here by Serafall. Haven't had a chance yet."
Mary groaned softly, clearly not pleased. "Of course not," she muttered. "Alright, listen carefully, I'll explain it quickly and simply, so pay attention."
I nodded seriously, focusing my attention entirely upon her despite the distracting amount of cleavage she had spilling out of that sinfully tight magical-girl outfit.
Mary cleared her throat and launched straight into a concise yet disturbingly elaborate summary of the plot. "Your character's name is Harold. You're Magical Girl Levia-tan's childhood friend and secret crush from long ago. You went missing over a decade ago after you accidentally got isekai'd into another world-"
