Ejaculation of magic ch.8

Harry Potter laid Tracey back on the cold tiles, indulging in licking her until the sweet release and savoring the taste of her almost virginal folds. Afterwards, they rinsed off the soap, dried themselves with towels, and collapsed onto the bed. They made love one last time, with Tracey beneath Harry, her fingers digging into his back, his lips on her neck, and his hands caressing her breasts and buttocks.

That night, Harry slept soundly, not dreaming of anything better than the life he was leading.

The next morning, Harry woke up to find Tracey and Gabrielle already climbing into his bed. The attractive older women shed their uniforms and crawled under the covers, giggling playfully. Waking up to two sexy, eager women ready for sucking and fucking was perhaps the best way to start the day.

After enjoying a pleasurable half-hour with both of them and allowing himself some relaxation and control over the situation, Harry headed to the gym in excellent spirits. He joined Katie for a light session of weightlifting and circuit training. Though none of it was too strenuous, Harry worked up a good sweat by the end. Once again, Katie asked how he was feeling and adjusting to all the changes. Harry assured her that he had come to terms with everything and, upon her persistent coaxing, even shared details of the adventures and escapades from the previous evening.

"That Narcissa is quite a lady," Katie said with a wide smile, "but I never expected Mistress Fleur to be so enchanted by you, my Lord."

"I think I'm the one enchanted," Harry replied, catching Katie's curious gaze before quickly changing the subject.

Although Harry had sworn not to get too emotionally attached to any of the women despite their sexual encounters, it was hard for him not to admire Fleur every time he saw her moving around the estate, giving orders to the staff, or overseeing the house. Fleur's beauty, sweetness, and competence in everything she did made it difficult for Harry not to appreciate her.

Astoria arrived with breakfast just as Harry was stepping out of the shower, towel-drying himself. She patiently waited next to the table, and upon Harry's polite request, he allowed her to crawl under the table and take his cock into her mouth. Astoria confessed that it had been her greatest fantasy for years, and the musky scent of her arousal filled the room. She writhed with pleasure as she gently sucked Harry's cock, taking her time and worshiping him. Despite her submissive enjoyment, Harry tried to focus on his meal and ignore her.

Harry reached the climax in her throat, amazed by her impressive deep-throating skills. He gasped, his body relaxed and content as Astoria rose and licked her lips clean. Then, with a deep bow, she thanked Harry for allowing her to drink his cum. She genuinely thanked him!

Taking into account everything that had happened up to that point, Harry Potter could only shake his head in astonishment as Tracey left his chambers. He dressed quickly and made his way to the laboratory before the women arrived. The women, as always, were in good spirits and eager to get to work. However, Harry was frustrated. Time and time again, he encountered the same problems with magical flow and saw no way around them.

Susan had given up hope on devising external magic for Muggles and had started working on something else, enlisting Luna's help. Meanwhile, Cho also abandoned the device after confirming the ineffectiveness of their attempts to activate heat relief.

"It's just not worth it," Cho declared, her forehead creased with a frown at the end of the day. "Sometimes you just have to cut your losses."

Harry went to the kitchen, poured himself a large glass of milk, and grabbed a sandwich, trying to ignore his frustration. He thanked Narcissa for the sandwich and brushed off her advances as she tried to lure him between her legs. Instead, he slipped out through a side door of the estate and went for a long walk in the gardens.

The gardens were meticulously designed, making Harry feel like he was strolling through an authentic English garden, even though every plant in it was a magical specimen. He found a tranquil spot and sat on a stone bench, enjoying the melodies of the birds and watching the vibrant flowers sway in the gentle breeze. Usually, a bit of outdoor movement cleared his mind and helped overcome frustrating problems, but this time his thoughts remained stagnant.

He kept coming back to that problem. Frustration eventually consumed him, and he returned indoors, crawling under thick blankets and falling asleep early, ignoring dinner and everything else.

The next morning, Harry was surprised to see Fleur sneaking into his room through the servant's entrance.

"Sir," she greeted him with a warm smile as she noticed him getting out of bed, "I came to check on you. You seemed rather off last night."

She approached him and cupped one of his cheeks with her soft, warm hand, instantly melting away his frustration. Harry stood up and pulled the older, beautiful woman into his embrace, holding her tightly.

"It's nothing, really," he reassured her. "Sometimes I get lost in problems without solutions. Don't worry about me."

"As long as you're okay," Fleur expressed her concern. "Don't burden yourself too much, my Lord. You've only been here for a few days. You can't expect miracles."

"I know," Harry replied, feeling the tension in his being loosen as Fleur's hands caressed his back and his fingers moved along her uniform. "I just wish to show some progress, to repay you for everything you've done for me."

"Sir," Fleur whispered, "we don't love you because of the work you do. We love you for who you are. A good and intelligent young man, honest, honorable, kind, and compassionate, just like the one I met during the Triwizard Tournament. You are our Master, Harry, and nothing will change that." She gently pulled my face down and looked into my eyes, her gaze filled with love, warming my heart.

"Thank you," I replied, feeling a wave of love welling up within me, threatening tears in my eyes. Leaning forward, our lips met in a tender kiss. The kiss started softly, but soon our tongues entwined, and my hands began to explore her incredible body. The passion of our kiss grew, and our clothes quickly found their way to the floor. I pushed her back onto the mattress and positioned myself between her legs, her heels guiding me deeper into her exquisite tightness.

She was just as eager for the sexual encounter as I was and took control, flipping me over and moving her hips in a seductive rhythm, grinding against me. Then she straddled me, and I firmly grasped her hips as she gripped my forearms. Her head tilted back, her thick dark hair bouncing as she rode me with skill and intensity. I watched as her ample breasts swayed and moved with each thrust, and as the walls of her pussy started fluttering, signaling her impending climax, a certain thought came to my mind. Amidst our passionate lovemaking, with heat building and cascading down her ample chest, her bouncing nipples formed figure eights, bringing to mind the image of a gyroscope swaying in space.

She reached her peak, screaming with pleasure and collapsing onto me. My cock remained rock hard, but my mind raced, discovering new possibilities.

"My Lord has not reached his climax yet," she murmured into my neck. "Should I call Tracey and Gabrielle to help extract that delicious nectar from you?"

"Three..." I gasped, and my mind suddenly filled with insights. "Fleur, you're a genius!" I exclaimed, kissing her passionately before bouncing off the bed. "Now it's so obvious... but trajectories... I'm not sure if it's possible... we'll have to calculate..."

I hopped off the bed and began pacing back and forth, my mind swirling with ideas.

"Sir?" Fleur asked, covering her pink nipples with the bedsheet, looking at me uncertainly.

"Fleur," I turned to her, grinning wildly and broadly, "I believe I've solved it, with your help, your amazing help!"

"What have you solved?" she asked, slipping out from under the covers and approaching me with a concerned expression.

"Everything!" I exclaimed, my excitement overflowing. "It's been here all along. It was just a matter of implementing the application correctly and solving the transmission loss issue that has plagued us for the past decade. Cho's device will work! It can work!"

"Are you serious?" she gasped, raising her hand to cover her mouth.

"I need to go to the laboratory," he said, hastily putting on boxers and a shirt, not bothering with pants. He turned around to look at Fleur with wild eyes and a wide smile. She had a concerned expression, thinking he might have lost his mind, but she smiled at him. "Go," she said, "and then come back and finish what you started." She smiled broadly as he ran up to her and pulled her into a quick, passionate kiss. Then he dashed out through the door into the hallway. He reached the laboratory before realizing he had only put on one sock.

The laboratory was empty, which suited him perfectly. He quickly pulled out old files and drawings, arranging various designs that could be applied to his projector idea, covering one wall with a display of multiple different systems and data. When Susan, Cho, and Luna entered, they found him pacing back and forth. The laboratory was surprisingly chilly when one wasn't wearing pants or a coat and had only one sock on.

"Susan," he said, as she looked at him in surprise, "do you have the data from the magical transmission tests conducted by the previous team?"

"Yes," she replied, her confusion evident, "but what good would that do? It's highly impractical for implementation."

"Yes, yes," he dismissed her concerns, "I need the data from their longest transmission tests and any information on directional vectoring."

"Alright," she said, pulling out her laptop and searching the server.

"Luna, could you calculate some trajectories for me?" he asked.

"Of course," she replied with a smile she hadn't had since Hogwarts, and he sat down, describing the calculations he needed. A smile formed on her face as she quickly grasped what he was trying to figure out.

"Cho, can you summon the simulations we ran yesterday for your device and how it would function in a vacuum?" he requested.

"Sure," she replied, "but all the simulations ended in failure."

"Yes, but I would like to change one of the parameters," he walked over to her computer and leaned over her shoulder, inputting different variables into her algorithm. "One device won't be able to handle generating heat, but if we divide the load among four devices and place them in a zero-gravity environment..."

"We tested that," she said, shaking her head in frustration. "The issue of interference still remains, and no control system could handle such a load. We wouldn't entrust it with regulating such a large amount of energy."

"Here," he said, drawing out his idea and inputting the final variable. "If we build a gimbal housing for the devices, like this, embed these runes in them," he pulled out a small sketch he had made earlier that morning and showed it to her, "and set attractive properties so they become more or less efficient depending on the temperature of each device..."
"The power-generating devices will be able to operate until the metals fatigue!" Luna interjected, raising her head from her calculations. "That would be..." she paused, looking up at the sky and doing mental calculations, "over 200 years of free, clean magical energy... with four devices working simultaneously... it would be enough to distribute magic to the runes in smaller devices given to all the citizens of England."

"Let's not get ahead of ourselves," he cautioned, trying to contain his excitement. "We need to be absolutely certain of our calculations."

"Harry..." Cho breathed, looking at him with admiration. "My goodness... how did you come up with this... and in just the first week!"

"I was observing this morning..." he began to say but stopped himself from mentioning Fleur's exquisite breasts as the source of his inspiration. "It doesn't matter," he finished awkwardly, and Cho and Luna exchanged knowing smiles before returning to their tasks.

The morning and afternoon passed quickly, and they made significant progress. By 3:00 p.m., they had a working model of his idea. The immense computational power at their disposal was dedicated to performing Arithmancy calculations and conducting rune simulations. They all stood, holding their breath as the first results appeared. They passed the test with flying colors.

The women screamed with joy, jumping and dancing around.

"What's happening?" a voice came from the laboratory door. He turned to see Fleur, Tracey, and Gabrielle standing there, their faces filled with concern and worry. "We heard the screams and rushed here," Gabrielle said, furrowing her brow in perplexity.

"The Master did it!" Cho exclaimed, rushing forward and grabbing Tracey and Gabrielle's hands. "Come and see, he solved it!"

"So it's true?" Fleur asked in disbelief. "My Lord, but how?"

"It's the utilization of thermal expansion to provide power to the runes while simultaneously cooling the device," Luna explained.

"What?" Gabrielle asked, clearly astonished.

"It doesn't matter, Gabrielle," Cho laughed. "We have a solution to the magical problems of the world. It's free, safe, and incredibly cost-effective to implement."

"It's thanks to your amazing design," Cho said with a smile. "We still need to conduct many tests and crunch the numbers. We should build and test a prototype in the next few months. But if everything holds up as it has so far, within the next year or two, we will fulfill the dream of my Great Uncle and all of his ancestors."

"This calls for a celebration!" Tracey exclaimed.

"I agree!" Susan chimed in, surprising everyone with her enthusiasm. "What? I never thought you were the party type," Luna remarked, raising an eyebrow in surprise.

"Tonight," Fleur exclaimed with a wide smile, "Tracey, tell Narcissa and Astoria that we're feasting tonight and to pour the wine!"

They all cheered, and Fleur approached and hugged him tightly, followed by Tracey and Susan. Soon, all the women were hugging each other, and he stood in the middle, laughing and crying tears of joy.