Ejaculation of magic ch.6

"Welcome home, my Lord," she said. "I took the liberty of unpacking the things I received from your dorm room. They're waiting for you in your chambers."

"Everything, huh?" he asked hesitantly. He waved her forward, and she led him down to the dining hall. "You didn't happen to see my roommate, did you?"

"Yes, my Lord, I saw Mr. Bill," she replied. "He asked when you would return to your chambers." Disgust twisted her face. "He was most impolite."

"Yeah, that's Bill," he said. "Screw that guy."

"He inquired about my availability for intimate relations, Young Master," she said, shaking her head. "But I informed him that unless he is a handsome trillionaire heir with a brain as big as his dick, he has no hope of sleeping with me, let alone the dozen other women who gladly crawl into their beds."

Harry emitted a choked sound from the back of his throat, and Gabrielle looked at him, her devilish smile.

"The young man nearly bit his tongue when I told him what you do to us here. Speaking of which," she said, winking, "your taste in literature was quite... enlightening."

"Don't tell me you read through the manga," he said with a mischievous smile. She pulled open the doors to the expansive dining hall, in the center of which stood a long, elegant table set with silverware for one person at the head.

"I perused it, my Lord," she said, "in the interest of getting to know you better. I hope I haven't upset you."

"No," Harry said, waving his hand. "Not upset, just really embarrassed." He glanced around the dining hall. "Can I just eat in my chambers or something? This place feels a bit stuffy and uncomfortable to relax in after a long day."

"This way," Gabrielle said with an understanding smile. Then she led him down the corridor to the narrow servant stairs. They reached the bottom of the stairs, and Gabrielle pulled out a key from her pocket. She turned back to him, coming close as she spoke.

"There's no need to be embarrassed, my Lord," she said, smiling, which ignited a fire in his loins. "I'm grateful for the opportunity to learn about what you like and what excites you. Trust me," she said with a wink, "nothing I've seen has made me uncomfortable or been unacceptable. In fact, quite the opposite. I never imagined some of the more... adventurous things I've seen in your porn magazines." Her hand slid over the bulge in his pants, and he sucked in a breath. "And I know for sure that Fleur and the others are ready for anything. Now, let's get some food in that belly of yours. Fleur has plans for today, but tomorrow morning," her hungry smirk grew, "tomorrow morning, you're mine and Tracey's, so don't forget."

She stepped up a stair, planted a kiss on his lips, her soft tongue slipping into his mouth, and his hand wrapped around her waist. As she pulled away, a wicked grin adorned her lips. She pulled the door shut behind her, and warm aromas from the kitchen wafted into his nose.

They entered and found the cook and her two assistants bustling about, cleaning and preparing meals for the next day. Gabrielle called for Narcissa, and the cook turned around, approaching them with a wide smile on her face. Narcissa had a slim waist and wide hips, with a hefty bust and black kinky hair braided down her back.

"I thought you could give Lord Harry a tour of the kitchen," Gabrielle said, walking over to a side table and picking up a dinner roll, spreading it with soft butter. "He wants to eat in his chambers, unpack, and relax."

"Of course, my Lord!" Narcissa exclaimed. "Padma! Astoria!" she called over her shoulder. "Bring Young Master's dinner to his chambers. You'll serve him for the evening." Both women quickly scurried away. Padma, petite and slender, looked nervously around as they entered, now moving in circles, setting down the food plate and filling dishes with sauces and pastries. Her companion, Astoria, moved with slow grace. Astoria, the opposite of Padma in every aspect, was an older, voluptuous blonde with a bust so expansive and wide that Harry thought she might topple over.

Narcissa linked her arm with his and guided him around the kitchen, showing him the snack refrigerator for midnight cravings or ice cream and the magnificent collection of ovens and stoves she had acquired over the years. There was even a drying room where various cuts of meat were drying and various sausages were hanging.

The woman was scandalously flirtatious, and Harry found himself relaxing around her in a way he rarely did with beautiful women. She took him to the pantry and showed him where various snacks and chips were stored, in case he felt a bit peckish during the day.

"Down here, I keep the potatoes and onions," she said, bending over in front of him as she rummaged through a tub. She glanced back over her shoulder, a devilish smile curving her lips. Harry's eyes widened as he noticed her white uniform riding up against her wide backside, revealing her naked pussy. He bit his lower lip, feeling a surge of excitement. He looked around the kitchen and saw that the other two women had left with trays of food. He looked back at Narcissa, who had a hungry look in her eyes.

"Do you see anything you like, my Lord?" she asked. "If so, don't hesitate to take it... after all, it's your kitchen..."

Harry stared at the enticing rear of the woman and her eager smirk. A wicked grin crept onto his face, and a rush of excitement surged through his limbs. He unbuttoned his fly, freeing his cock, and stepped behind Narcissa's thick, dark thighs. He pressed the head of his cock against her wet entrance and sighed with pleasure as he slowly penetrated her warmth.

"Oh Lord... uhh... fuck me, sir... fuck... that's a big cock, daddy!" Narcissa's ass undulated beneath him as he thrust deeper. He pulled out and plunged back in, relishing the wetness enveloping his shaft.

In the pantry, Harry stood, thrusting in and out of the older woman from the Black family, gripping her hips tightly. Her massive breasts swayed even in her uniform, and the apron swayed as she held onto the shelves.

Minutes passed slowly as their pleasure intensified, accompanied by the sounds of their wet bodies colliding and Narcissa's low moans of ecstasy. Harry's cock throbbed, signaling his approaching orgasm, as Narcissa eagerly met his thrusts with rotating hips.

"Oh, Daddy, I'm coming on this big cock... I'm cumming! Oh, God!" Her spasming pussy walls pushed him closer to the edge.

"I'm going to cum," Harry gasped, his voice strained and breathless.

"Don't pull out! I want to feel you shoot... please, Daddy... oh, fuck... I can feel it... so deep!"

His knees weakened as he climaxed deep inside her wet warmth. Both panting, they stood up, their knees trembling, and Narcissa planted a wet, passionate kiss on his lips.

"That was fucking amazing, my Lord," she breathed, finally breaking the kiss. "Whenever you crave a quick snack, come find old Narcissa."

"It was incredible," Harry said with a big smile. "And you have my promise that I'll come back for seconds."

Narcissa laughed with him, and they made their way to the proper kitchen. Narcissa grimaced and approached a pot, letting him stir it.

"Head up to your room, Young Master," she said over her shoulder. "My girls will be cross if they don't get to feed you."

"Yes, ma'am," Harry replied, chuckling as she furrowed her brow at him. He walked into the foyer, feeling on top of the world, and found Fleur standing at the foot of the stairs.

"Oh, Lord Harry, there you are," she curtsied deeply, and he couldn't help but glance down at the ample, shadowed cleavage. She looked up before straightening up and smiled when she saw where he was looking.

"Padma and Astoria brought your evening meal to your rooms, and I know Gabrielle unpacked your things," she said as they began to ascend to his chambers. "I know all of this must be strange and challenging for you. I just wanted to say that everyone is very impressed with how well you're adjusting, my Lord."

"Thank you," Harry sighed with relief. "Honestly, it's still quite overwhelming."

"I instructed the staff to give you the rest of the evening in peace," she said with a gentle smile. "I understand how difficult it can be to adapt to change, and I thought it might help."

"Oh, Fleur," he said with genuine gratitude, "thank you. I'm not sure I would have asked for it, but I need it, and I appreciate it. I just need some time to unpack, write to my friends, and rest."

"Of course, my Lord," she said with a smile as they stopped in front of his chambers. "If there's anything else you require, please don't hesitate to ask." She winced again, her magnificent cleavage on display, then gracefully straightened up and glided down the corridor.

Harry entered his room and found all his belongings carefully unpacked and arranged, with a few remaining boxes sitting in the middle of the room. He sat at a small table where he had breakfast and enjoyed a delicious meal of roast beef and vegetables, smothered in sauce and brown gravy left for him.

Once he was full, he approached the desk, took out an inkwell and quill, and began writing a letter to Ron and Ginny. He dreaded it, but the writing process went much smoother than he anticipated. As it turned out, they both knew that Uncle Sirius had passed away and had included Harry in his will. They had no idea what it truly meant, and Harry wasn't inclined to inform them, at least not that night.

Crawling into bed, he reviewed the project one more time and noticed that they had been struggling with a particular problem for years. The artificial cores in the fetuses never filled.