Ejaculation of magic ch.9

He didn't know when she found the time, but before he returned to the room, Tracey had prepared a nice suit for him. He took his time, bathing and shaving before getting dressed in front of the large standing mirror in the corner.

Miraculously, as he stood there, seeing himself in a fancy suit, surrounded by wealth and beauty, he didn't feel like an imposter at all. For the first time, he felt deserving of this place, the riches, and the power he had been given. He decided that he would never be unworthy of it in the future. He thought about the beautiful women downstairs. Each of them could have wealth and freedom at any moment. They were all here because they wanted to be, because they didn't want to be anywhere else. His cock throbbed at the thought. He glanced at the wall and noticed that Gabrielle had put his manga books on the shelf. On the top shelf, in a special place, were his harem books. She tried to say something to him, and he smiled, grateful to his Great Uncle and these wonderful women for giving him the greatest gift he had ever received—their love and devotion.

Once he was dressed and ready, he made his way downstairs to the formal dining room. As he approached, he heard the sounds of laughter and gentle music coming from the room. He froze in the doorway at the sight before him. All the women who worked in the mansion were dressed in elegant dresses and outfits. They paused their conversations to turn and smile at him almost in unison as he stood in the doorway. Cho started clapping, and soon everyone joined in.

He blushed under their gaze, but he no longer felt as embarrassed or fraudulent as he did the day before. He smiled and nodded, and Fleur emerged from the group. She was wearing a black dress with a high slit and a deep neckline, revealing a generous amount of her ample, soft breasts. She gave him her special smile when she noticed him admiring her bosom and linked her arm with his, pulling him into the room.

"All of them want to show their devotion and gratitude to you, my lord," Fleur said. "But first, let's get you something to drink."

Tracey, a petite, busty brunette in a tight red dress that left little to the imagination, approached. When she got closer, she stood in front of him and handed him a glass of champagne.

"Thank you," he said with a smile, sipping the bubbly drink. He had never been a fan of champagne, but at that moment, he didn't mind because it tasted like victory. As he looked around the room, he noticed that the women were drinking the golden liquid like water. Padma already looked quite drunk as she pulled Narcissa's voluptuous body into a sloppy embrace.

"You're welcome, my lord," she said with a wicked smile. Glancing at Fleur, she added, "Please tell me we'll be celebrating the New Year tonight."

"The New Year?" he asked, surprised. There were still a few months left until the holidays.

"Oh, yes," Fleur replied, Tracey with a mischievous smile. "Everyone will have a chance... to express their appreciation."

"Excellent!" exclaimed Tracey, her eyes shining as she looked at him. "I'll go tell the girls." She walked away, her firm behind swaying under the red dress, capturing his attention.

"What was she talking about?" he asked Fleur.

"My lord will soon find out," she said with a mysterious smile. "We've been planning a special celebration for you, for all of us. Katie, I'm so glad you received the message."

Sporty redhead Katie stuffed her face with finger sandwiches as they stopped at the table. He reached down and took a few, realizing that he was hungry.

"Yes, Mistress," Katie said with a wide smile. "I wouldn't miss it for the world. Is it true what Susan said about the project?"

"Looks like it," Fleur said proudly, looking at him. "Our young master has proven himself to be the best in his field. He saved the world today."

"Mhmm," Katie murmured, her eyes taking on a hungry expression as she looked at him. She then bit her lower lip and turned around, glancing over her shoulder with a smoldering look as she pressed her round, firm behind against his groin. "Would my Lord like to claim his reward now?"

"Katie," Fleur said disapprovingly. "Let him eat, he must be hungry, and then give him a few moments to digest. Then we can start the celebration."

"Yes, Mistress," Katie replied with a laugh, and he realized she was already quite tipsy as she staggered away. Noticing Gabrielle talking to Susan, Katie joined them, interrupting their conversation.

"Katie is a fan of... love from behind," Fleur whispered, blushing slightly.

"Oh," he said, feeling his cock stiffen as he put another finger sandwich in his mouth. "Good to know."

Fleur laughed and called Cho, who was standing awkwardly in the corner. The busty Japanese girl smiled in relief. They talked for a few minutes, others approached and offered their congratulations. Bubbles flowed, and soon Astoria emerged from the kitchen, carrying a large tray of roasted and smoked meats. Padma and Narcissa followed her with trays of vegetables and sauces, and soon everyone gathered around, eating and laughing. Everyone was in high spirits.

He was overwhelmed by the amount of flirting and suggestive comments he received from the women. They were all so beautiful and sexy, with their hair done up and their dangerous curves on display. He had quite a fetish, and the food settled in his stomach. While talking to Luna about her time at Cal Berkeley, he noticed Fleur standing at the head of the table. She tapped her champagne glass with her fork, and all conversations fell silent as everyone's eyes turned to the magnificent head of the family.

"We have gathered here to celebrate our Lord's magnificent achievement today," she announced, raising her glass as the women began to clap, their adoring faces turned towards him. He bowed his head and smiled, still feeling somewhat awkward under the gaze of so many beautiful women.

"But more importantly," Fleur continued, "for us gathered here, it is to celebrate the man to whom we have dedicated our lives and ourselves. For we are one family, one body. I would wait until the New Year when our Lord will have a chance to meet each of you and feel comfortable, but tonight seems like the perfect moment."

She stepped aside, and Tracey opened the doors behind her, revealing a large room that was oddly furnished.

"Lord Harry, we have a request for you," Fleur said with formality. He noticed the other women setting their glasses aside and placing their hands over their hearts, following Fleur's example. "We want to bind our union, all of us, with sacred trust. Each of us desires to be bound to you if you will have us."

Dumbfounded, he looked around the room and saw a dozen faces turned towards him, each one shining with love. It was more than he could have ever dreamed of. His tongue stuck to the roof of his mouth, so he simply nodded, turning to Fleur with a wide smile.

"If everyone could enter the chamber," Fleur said with a wide smile, "we will begin the real celebration."

He followed the women into the room, observing them whispering to each other and forming pairs of friends and lovers. The room was a spacious chamber adorned with books and paintings, but there was no desk. Instead, at one end, there was a small padded chair surrounded by sofas, stacks of pillows, and blankets arranged in a semicircle. Curiosity sparked within him as he looked at Fleur, who approached and once again linked her hand with his, leading him towards the chair.

Pressing him into the chair, she turned to address the other women who took their seats or reclined on the floor around him. His hands trembled with anticipation as he realized what was about to happen, and an uncontrollable smile appeared on his face.

Soft, pulsating music played in the background, creating a warm and hazy atmosphere. As he scanned the semicircle, his mind slightly foggy from champagne, he witnessed women drawing closer to each other. Hands began to explore, lips met in passionate kisses, and clothes gradually fell away. Padma had already stripped Narcissa of her flowing dress, and the two women pressed their bodies together, their tongues dancing and hands intimately exploring.

Fleur leaned down and planted a kiss on his cheek, causing him to widen his eyes and greet her with an excited smile.

"My Lord has yet to bestow his touch upon the young Nymphadora," she whispered in his ear. He shifted his gaze forward just in time to see a petite blonde break away from the group, her blue cocktail dress lying at her feet.

His jaw dropped as he noticed that she was completely naked underneath, and her slender and toned body approached him.

"I wanted you to visit me in the garage, my Lord," Nymphadora said, lying across his thighs and lowering her firm buttocks onto them. She leaned down and kissed him, then added, "But you were busy saving the world, so I guess I can forgive you." She kissed him again, and her nimble fingers undid the buttons of his shirt.

"I had no idea," he stammered, his hands sliding over her firm hips and taut back muscles. Her skin was incredibly soft and delicate under his touch.

"Now my Lord knows," she replied with a wink, moving between his legs, unfastening his belt, and freeing his rock-hard cock. "Mhmm, and now I know that my Lord feels the same way about me!" With a mischievous smile, he watched as her small pink tongue moved along the underside of his member. He couldn't help but moan with pleasure, and when he looked up, his breath caught in his throat. The chamber was filled with the sight of beautiful women surrendering to passion, sensually undressing each other and skillfully caressing delicate places.

Harry heard Nymphadora's words and felt her hot breath on the head of his cock. "I will taste you tonight, Young Master," she said, her eyes filled with genuine desire. Harry reached down, combing his fingers through her hair, and pulled her lips to his, engaging in a passionate kiss.

Taking control, Harry laid Nymphadora down, and she trembled with pleasure as he pressed his cock into her wet folds. Her joyful cries echoed through the room as he entered her.

While others approached, placing their hands on his ass and back, their fingers caressed his hair, and their soft bodies pressed against him, Harry's attention remained focused on Nymphadora. The petite woman beneath him transformed into a wild cat, her fingers digging into his back, and her body writhing against him. With one hand still in her hair and the other on her ass, they shared a passionate kiss, engaging in wild, intense sex.