Dealing With Devils Chapter 29 (Patreon)

Daphne lifted her hand, the palm facing up. A nail hovered above it. She made the nail float higher and sink lower, testing its malleability. She even lengthened it to the size of a dagger, before shrinking it small enough that it could have been a thumbtack.

“Is there any discomfort?” Rias asked.

“None,” Daphne said, sweeping bright blond hair over her shoulder. “This power is not new to me, you know.”

“You weren’t a devil the last time you used it,” Rias said.

“What difference does that make?”

“It’s a holy sacred gear,” Rias explained slowly. “It should be at odds with your devil nature. Or, at least, it should have undergone some kind of mutation to avoid dissonance.”

“But I never cared about God in the first place,” Daphne said. “How could I? The Greengrasses are proper purebloods who aren’t steeped in simple religions. What do I care where the crown came from, or what it represents? It makes me a queen. I need nothing more than that out of it.”

“That’s not really how that’s supposed to work…” Rias said.

“Yet, it’s the arrangement I’ve found.” Daphne turned swiftly toward where targets had been set up about fifty paces away, their bullseyes beckoning her nails. Harry and Rias were standing behind her, while Koneko was standing a safe distance to the side of the targets, being the one two have set them up.

An almost sinister smile split Daphne’s face as twelve nails appeared around her hand, orbiting it in a slow circle. She fired them off at a quick pace, manipulating their size before each shot. The nails got progressively bigger; the larger the nail was, the slower the projectile traveled, but the harder it hit. The last nail, which was the size of a sword in truth, punctured the target and kept flying.

“The destructive power isn’t bad at all!” Rias said.

“I can make bigger,” Daphne said smugly. 

She immediately proved it by creating a nail the size of a lance, though she had to raise both her hands at the same time in order to properly control it. Letting out a victorious noise, Daphne fired the tremendous nail. Koneko leapt back, putting distance between her and the target, which the nail hit and kept traveling. It didn’t just break through the target, it obliterated it and left nothing behind.

“How is THAT for destructive power?” Daphne asked.

“Very respectable for a new devil. It’s a very strong sacred gear,” Rias said. 

“Naturally,” Daphne said, tossing her golden hair again. 

Harry applauded her performance, which made Daphne look even more proud and tilt her head back, holding her hands on her hips like royalty posing for a photoshoot. Rias sighed, having grown progressively more used to the group’s antics over the last week since they arrived at her vacation residence. 

She grumbled something, probably about how they weren’t taking this seriously enough, before nodding at Koneko, her Rook going to replace the targets with new ones.

“Let’s try to infuse magic into your nails this time,” Rias said. “Adding elements will go a long way in defending yourself against exorcists or angels, since they’ll be immune to the holy element…”

LINE BREAK

After a long day of testing new powers and tactics, the evenings when they all gathered back in the lodge proved to be a real high point of the day. There was plenty of banter and camaraderie, especially on nights like tonight when Grayfia had been called away on other business, leaving them with the lodge to themselves.

The night had become extra exciting when Akeno produced multiple bottles of wine of a good Underworld vintage, wearing a mischievous smile as she did so. They had gotten passed around, and the lightweights among them were quickly put out of action, with Kiba and (funnily enough) Daphne both passing out when they had barely started.

Everyone present was of legal age to drink in the Underworld. Koneko was the youngest at eighteen, while Rias and Akeno were both twenty. They were slightly older than their peers in human school, which Rias explained with a pout, saying that her brother wouldn’t let her live on her own until she was at least eighteen.

“It’s silly!” she insisted. “I could have handled myself just fine, even if I was two years younger!”

Akeno rubbed the shoulder of her king, commiserating with her. 

Koneko drank quickly and slurped down multiple glasses of wine, even though she cringed as she was drinking it. 

“It’s sour huh?” Harry said.

“It’s gross,” Koneko said quietly.

But she kept drinking, intent on outpacing her Rook metabolism in order to get drunk tonight.

Fleur revealed that she had brought her own French wine from one of her family’s properties. She shared a glass of it with Akeno, while Tonks drank plenty of the wines Akeno had brought, hammering them back fast and hard. Her gaze kept drifting up, landing on the dragon head that was mounted on the wall.

“Haaarry!” 

Harry looked over as Rias dropped onto the couch on his right side, while Koneko sat to his left. While Harry was sipping a drink, he was going slow and savoring it, not in any rush.

“You shouldn’t… Do things like this!” Rias said, hiccuping slightly. 

“Things like what?” Harry asked.

“Challenging devils to rating games!” Rias threw her arm out, sloshing the wine she was carrying. “You’ll get—hic!—hurt. And then—hic!—what am I supposed to do? I can’t even help! You shouldn’t have gone to that party…”

Harry rubbed Rias’s back. She was trying to look stern as she rebuked him, but Harry’s touch quickly made her melt. She relaxed into the feeling of his hand, exhaling blissfully and making her massive chest jiggle.

“I know what I’m doing,” Harry soothed her. “I’ll win. I promise. And I won't get hurt doing it.”

Although the impromptu massage was already putting her in heaven, Rias managed to crack her eyes open, staring suspiciously at Harry. “What do you mean, YOU’LL win? You should be saying we, not I. You mean your peerage will win. Right?”

“Yes,” Harry said. “That’s what I meant.”

“What are dragons like?” Tonks asked suddenly.

“They’re large and dangerous,” Akeno said. Outwardly, she still seemed to be sober. “They have scales that resist magic and can use breath attacks. The strongest ones are terrifying beings, while even the weak ones are quite fearsome.”

“Magic resistance, and breath attacks…” Tonks repeated thoughtfully. She drank from her glass.

Meanwhile, Koneko had gotten to the end of her glass… And indeed one entire bottle. She had taken it for herself, and now it was empty, all of it having gone into her stomach. Koneko’s cheeks had a raging blush. She threw her glass over her shoulder, shattering it against the wall without looking back.

Koneko pounced on Harry’s crotch, seeking out what she wanted without hesitation. Harry’s dick was procured from his pants quickly; he didn’t stop her, watching in curiosity and amusement.

“Ahhh!” Koneko exclaimed, moving down like she was going in for a big bite.

Soon she was lifting and driving her head down, noisily slurping on Harry’s dick. He could feel the wetness of leftover alcohol. While he was sucked off by the beautiful, petite devil, he continued to drink his own alcohol, taking it in stride.

He glanced over at Rias, who didn’t look entirely satisfied by the assurances he had given her, and who looked a bit frustrated that what was meant to be a serious talk had been interrupted.

“Rias, do you want help relaxing?” Harry asked.

“I—” She might’ve turned him down, but she listened to Koneko’s loud slurping and found that she couldn’t. “Go ahead… With whatever it is you're planning—OH!”

Rias was wearing a casual red dress. Or she had been, until Harry scooped her closer and unhooked the straps from her shoulders in one deft move. He slipped her bra off just as fast, doing it all with one hand while holding a wineglass in the other one. Rias’s breasts swelled and shook as  they were loosed from their enclosure. 

Reaching across, Harry dumped his wine onto Rias’s tits, where it ran down the big pillowy melons. Rias shivered at the cool touch to her skin; Harry scooped her closer with an arm around his waist and ducked his head.

While Koneko sucked his dick with all of her might, Harry slurped on Rias’s breasts with the same enthusiasm, vacuuming wine up from the surface of her mighty tits. Goosebumps formed and trembled as his mouth moved across her. He tightened his lips around her nipple and pulled back hard on that boom, stretching her flesh and forcing a moan out of Rias’s throat. He threw his glass away, not needing it now that Rias was filling in for it, freeing his other hand to push Koneko down on his dick harder, getting vague little squeaks from the diminutive girl as he enjoyed her throat. 

Akeno and Fleur were engaged in an unbothered conversation on the other side of the room. Tonks was equally unbothered by the threesome getting underway in the same room as them. Their lack of reaction wasn’t all that surprising given the things they had gotten up to together in the past. Really, it was just shocking it had taken this long for the training trip to devolve into a full orgy, which was where this seemed to be heading.

Koneko dug her fingers into her cunt. She lay stomach down on the couch, her flat chest allowing her to stay low and tight to Harry’s crotch, sucking with all her might and thriving in the submissive position.

Rias was moaning wantonly at the same time. She looked at Harry with unmitigated lust because of what he was doing to her chest. There was no doubt that the instant Koneko sucked Harry’s dick dry, Rias was going to straddle him and ride until her pussy gushed. Harry slid his hand down lower, getting a grip on Rias’s ass instead of her hip, kneading the pillowy flesh.

“Ulk… Ulk… URK!” Koneko grunted.

She squirted on her fingers, mewling against Harry’s cock, while at the same time choking slightly when it started spewing cum into her throat. Koneko sucked hard, pulling with all the might in her mouth to gobble Harry’s cum. She closed her eyes, loving the feeling and his heavenly taste.

Across the room, Harry caught a brief glint as Tonks set her wineglass aside. He could see that she had been drinking consistently, gradually consuming more alcohol than anyone in the room except for Koneko. Tonks was still looking up, staring fixedly on the severed head built into the wall.

“I want to be a dragon,” Tonks said.

Harry’s eyes widened. He wrenched his head away from Rias’s breasts as quickly as he could. “Wait, Tonks—”

It was too late. Her skin turned hard and shiny, segmenting into scales, while her body abruptly grew. It kept growing, and growing— to the detriment of the room. 

Everyone, no matter how drunk, was forced to look at Tonks when her head went straight through the ceiling, busting onto the second floor and out through the roof. They heard a roar that shook the whole room and sent dust drifting down from the ceiling, vibrating them all where they sat or lay. Even Daphne lurched up, though Kiba managed to sleep through the dragon’s bellow.

“Turn back, Tonks!” Harry said, eyeing her form’s massive size and the wings glued to her sides.

Whatever she heard, if she heard him at all, she didn’t listen. She might have been panicking because of her size. Either way, she extended her wings, rather than putting them away.

This collapsed the walls, dealing damage that threatened their integrity. Harry leaped up, his cock flapping around, while Rias hurriedly tried to get up as well. 

“Outside!” Harry said.

He grabbed Koneko and his King, apparating with them both onto the front lawn. Akeno brought her wings out and snatched Kiba, flying away with him. Fleur grabbed the dazed Daphne, who was still only half awake, and apparated them both away.

Everyone except for Tonks arrived together on the lawn just in time to watch the metamorphmagus lean her head back and blast flames into the night sky. 

She looked as surprised about watching the flames shoot away as they were, and jerked her head back. Her long, lizard-like tail swiped around in a panic, compromising a third wall. That was all that the Gremory summer residence could take, as the whole building promptly came down. Tonks was unharmed, standing in the middle of the chaos she caused with all the wreckage bouncing harmlessly off her scales.

Only after the rumble and rain of wood, plaster, and shingles stopped did Tonks shrink back into her normal form, positioned amidst the wreckage of where they’d been staying. She looked over at them, noting the crossed arms of Rias and Fleur, as well as Akeno’s uproarious laughter.

“Oops?” Tonks said.

A new ground rule was established that day, one that was unanimously agreed upon as a wonderful idea.

No experimenting with spells, sacred gears, or magical powers of any kind unless you were sober.