“O…one more,” Akeno whimpered, though if the way that her thighs tried to close, straining against the ropes holding her in place, was any indication, she wasn’t entirely sure this time.
“You’re such a good girl,” Rias cooed, stroking her cheek.
Turning to Harry, she said, “Break her.”
Harry snorted and returned his face to between her thighs.
Her nether lips looked an angry pink, and her engorged clit was nearly red from all the stimulation she had endured.
The veritable river of arousal running down towards her puckered arsehole, however, showed just how much she had enjoyed this.
“Are you both sure?” he asked.
“Yes,” Rias replied.
“Akeno knows that to end this, she just has to say the word, and she will, when she’d had enough.”
“Do…do it, Harry,” Akeno shuddered.
“I can take it.”
The ear-piercing scream she let out when he just swiped his tongue over her clit brought that into question, but as he had learned in the time since she’d first undressed, pain was far from a turn-off for the devil in front of him.
Bringing his long, dexterous tongue out to play, he pressed it against her clit and said, “You asked for it.”
“FUCK!” Akeno shrieked, a long single pronouncement that changed octaves multiple times before she ran out of breath.
“It’s too much; it’s too much!”
“Then say the bloody word,” Harry chuckled in parseltongue.
“I can’t!” Akeno wailed as the pleasure grew so intense that it drove her to tears again.
“I know you can, my good girl,” Rias purred, kneading one of the brunette’s large breasts and pinching her nipple.
“I know you have one more in you.”
“Gah!” Akeno cried, tears streaming down her face again.
As Harry continued to vibrate his tongue against her tortured clit, she was reduced to wordless cries until, finally, a single squeal spilled from her full lips.
Her whole body shook and convulsed like she was being electrocuted.
“Red!” she shrieked as it went on and on.
“Redredred!”
“Alright, that’s enough,” Rias said, vanishing the ropes with a swipe of her hand and wrapping her arms around the shaking, crying girl.
That was twenty-eight orgasms you managed.”
“I guess I lost count after a while,” Harry said.
“You’re going to be very well rewarded for helping me with this too,” Rias said, her blue eyes darkening with lust as she stared at him.
After a moment, her eyes widened, and she started to look concerned.
“Um, what time is it in Britain right now?”
“I’ve no idea,” Harry said, trying to think of how many meals he’d had since he got to the mansion in Hell to try and figure out the passage of time.
The problem was that Rias had had the servants bring them food whenever they got hungry, and they had spent so much time locked away in her bedroom that he honestly didn’t know how much had passed.
She cast a quick spell and paled slightly at the results that it gave her.
“It’s Monday,” Rias said.
“What!?” Harry exclaimed.
“It’s alright,” Rias said.
“You still have time to get the task done, but we cut it far closer than I realized.
Hop in the shower, and I’ll send you back to Hogwarts.
I’d join you, but Akeno here needs some serious aftercare.”
“If you joined me, I’d be guaranteed to miss the damn thing,” Harry said, rushing into her bathroom.
“I suppose time really does fly when you’re having fun,” he thought to himself.
“Where the hell is he?” he heard Hermione mutter as he approached the tent where the champions were supposed to meet up.
It had been set up at the entrance to the Quidditch stadium, the only place where they could hold this, he figured.
She was waiting outside it, pacing back and forth, and if the frazzled look on her face was any indication, she had spent much of the weekend worrying about him.
Feeling immensely guilty, he rushed over to her.
“Hermione,” he called out.
“Harry!” Hermione exclaimed.
“Harry, where on Earth have you been?”
“I needed to practice what I was going to do and try to keep my head clear, and I guess it just ran long.”
“Ran long!” Hermione growled.
“No one has seen you all weekend!”
“I went down to the chamber,” Harry said.
He hated lying to her, but he had no idea how she would react to learning that he had summoned a devil and spent the weekend in the Underworld and couldn’t tell her here at any rate.
“The chamber?” Hermione asked.
“I needed to get away from the other students for a while,” Harry said.
“The pressure was driving me spar and I just needed to escape it.
I’m sorry I didn’t tell you.
I’ve been a terrible friend.”
“Just please tell me that you’ve figured out what you’re going to do,” Hermione pleaded, looking up at him with fear in her chocolate brown eyes.
“Mione,” Harry said tenderly, pulling her in for a hug.
He felt her go stiff as he said, “I’ve got this.
Trust me.”
With that, he pressed his lips against her forehead and was about to head inside when a camera flash shone all around them.
“Ah, young love, how sweet,” Rita said, approaching them with her cameraman inside.
“Miss Skeeter,” Harry said, frowning.
“I’m sure your readers are going to find the story of the first task interesting.”
“My readers find many things interesting,” Rita grinned.
“Oh, look, the poor dear’s in shock.”
Turning back to Hermione, he saw that she had gone stiff, so stiff that it honestly reminded him of when she was petrified in their second year.
“Hermione?” he asked, and she jolted backwards, her face turning red.
“Good luck, Harry,” she muttered before rushing off.
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