Ejaculation of magic ch.5

"That's you in charge," Harry said with relief. He had always been apprehensive about anything related to training, but Katie managed to make it enjoyable. The stretching was comfortable, and he didn't feel like he was about to strain any muscle. They played basketball for ten minutes, and then Harry used the rowing machine while Katie rode the stationary bike next to him. Throughout the workout, he couldn't help but notice Katie's incredible physique. Her loose workout shirt concealed a black sports bra and spandex pants that showcased her toned figure with not an ounce of fat.

Caught staring at her shapely backside as she pedaled on the bike, Harry blushed when he realized it, but Katie just winked. A minute later, she interrupted their exertion, announcing that the training was over. Time had flown by, yet Harry still felt the glisten of sweat covering his body as he stood there panting, making his way to the refrigerator against one wall to grab a water bottle.

"You still don't fully grasp the purpose of all this, do you?" Katie asked, stepping up behind him and retrieving her own water bottle. She stood close as she spoke, close enough for Harry to catch a whiff of her sweaty, enticing scent.

"To enhance cognitive functions for my work in the laboratory?" Harry ventured.

"Well, yes," Katie replied with a surprised furrowed brow, "but do you know where Luna and Cho are now?"

"No," Harry admitted.

"They're engaging in cunnilingus, ensuring that each of them reaches a satisfying climax before heading to the office," Katie stared into Harry's eyes as she made the statement, fully aware of its impact on him.

"Luna is 18, and Cho is 20. Do you understand what that means?" Harry shook his head, prompting Katie to elaborate, "Studies indicate that Luna's problem-solving abilities and attention to detail increase threefold if she experiences 1.3 orgasms in the morning before a balanced meal. Meanwhile, Cho achieves her peak efficiency with 0.7 orgasms."

"What studies?" Harry managed to ask, his voice tense.

"I'll have the white papers sent to your room," Katie replied with a smile. "But the crux of the matter is this: do you know how many orgasms a nineteen-year-old with an IQ of 285 needs to think clearly?" Harry simply stared at her, rendered speechless. She continued, "2.7 orgasms. I understand that all of this is new to you, but trust the process, and I assure you it will be beneficial."

Glancing down at Katie's ample bosom, which nearly brushed against his chest, Harry then met her gaze, audibly swallowing. She tilted her head back and let out a laugh.

"Don't worry, Harry, I won't jump you," she said, her smile turning hungry. "At least, not just yet. I just wanted you to understand the reason behind all of this," she gestured with a twirling finger to encompass the entire estate.

"Thank you," Harry replied, his voice filled with sincerity. "Honestly, I'm pretty damn scared about all of this. I haven't even sent a letter to my friends... not that I know what to tell them... about last night... damn, last night was incredible, well... anyway, thanks."

"Oh, I know all about your night," Katie said, stepping back and leading the way towards the exit. "Fleurr has been planning it for years."

"Really?" Harry said, finding it hard to believe that the stunning woman from the previous night had such intentions. Katie paused, looking at him with a small, mysterious smile before quickly changing the subject.

"Do you find Tracey attractive?" she asked, stopping with her hand on the doorknob.

"Of course, she's wonderful," Harry admitted, surprised by Katie's directness. From the beginning, Katie had made him feel at ease. Her relaxed personality cut through the sexual tension, and he felt like he was spending time with an older sister rather than a seductive redhead.

"And would you like to experience her pretty little mouth wrapped around your cock?" she murmured. "What?!" Harry exclaimed, his voice strained.

"That's a simple question, Harry," he said, his voice tinged with excitement. "You have to understand that we take our work seriously here. We've all dedicated our lives to this job. Can you imagine Tracey taking this job as your maid if she wasn't willing, eager, to please her Master?"

"What the hell, Katie... you have to hear how insane this sounds... right?" I asked, my eyes wide, trying to suppress the beast that was awakening in my heart.

"You're telling me," he said with a smile. "Two things to remember: polyamory is a long-standing tradition in your family's history, and number two, we all have faith and believe in the work here. Do we think that a cure for the world's woes will be discovered this year? This decade? Or even this century? Probably not - he shrugged - but we will always, always work towards that noble goal. And third..."

"I thought you said two things," I said with a grimace.

"Shut up, kid," he replied with a smirk. "The third thing, and if you don't remember any of the others, remember this one.  All the women here came to serve you, Harry. Most of us have never even met the old Master, but we heard about you years ago and received photos and reports of your progress since you finished Hogwarts. Every woman here was chosen for compatibility with you." He leaned forward, and I froze, stunned, as his soft lips pressed against mine, his hand pulled my lower body close to his, my cock pulsing awake, and then she pulled away, pushing me through the door, laughing as she did.

"Tracey, take care of the young Master," Katie winked at him. "Seems like he has a big problem there."

Then she closed the door to the gymnasium, and Harry turned slowly, finding Tracey sitting on a chair against the wall, watching him with a radiant smile. His face paled, then reddened. How much had the young woman heard?

"My Lord, if you would please follow me," she said smoothly, rising and leading him back to his chambers. There she laid out a set of navy blue trousers, a fitted white shirt, and a comfortable pair of brown shoes and socks. He turned to thank her and found the young woman standing less than a foot away, so he stepped back, but she stepped closer to him. Her large firm breasts pressed against his chest.

"My Lord," she breathed, her full bow-shaped lips curling into a mischievous smile, "Please allow me to attend to my duties," she gazed into his eyes, her bright blues shining and wide.

"Very well," he said, and the young woman smirked. "Under one condition," he said, feeling nervous yet brave.

"Anything," she breathed, practically bouncing on her toes. Her small hands moved to his chest, and he felt his nerves ignite as her hands glided along his training shirt, her fingers delicately touching him.

"I would like to take a shower after training from now on," he said, tightly squeezing out what he wanted to say. He wanted to tell her not to wear any panties while serving him, but he was a coward. She smiled and nodded.

"Would you like a shower now, my Lord?" Her fingers slid down his side and to the waistband of his gym shorts. Her fingers trailed along his thigh, and his cock twitched, pushing against the fabric. "Oh, it seems like your big problem has returned! Let me take care of that first."

She dropped to her knees and pulled his shorts down with her. His penis almost popped out of his underwear. The eyes of the lovely brunette widened, and he saw genuine pleasure and desire there, and he felt muscles he didn't know were tense relax. Her small hands slid around his cock, and he gasped in delight. Her cool fingers on his hot cock felt heavenly.

"Gabrielle will be so jealous I got to you before her," Tracey said with a smile. She looked into his eyes, her smirk gentle and loving. "I've wanted to do this since I laid eyes on you, my Lord... show me how to please you. Lead me."

She took the head of his cock into her fiery mouth, and he hissed in pleasure. One hand reached down, and he slid his fingers into her hair. She pressed her head against his hand as she took more of his cock into her mouth, her tongue gliding along every sensitive and vulnerable part.

"Just like that," Harry gasped, "oh fuck, it feels incredible." He looked down and saw her smirk, then she closed her eyes, sucking hard and devoting her complete attention to servicing his cock. He felt like a true Master as he stood in the beautiful room, looking down at the stunning maid in uniform giving him a blowjob. He felt pleasure quickly building up, his fingers tingling with delight.

His hand in her hair kept her in place as he felt his orgasm approaching. Tracey looked up at him and smiled, and her gaze was so sexy and submissive that he felt the orgasm rush through him. Tracey swallowed his cum as he spilled out, her cheeks coloring, and a low hum of pleasure escaping the back of her throat.

He staggered back, and she sat up, her eyes opening wide as she sucked her lower lip, swallowing the last bit of his cum. He panted, staring at the woman with a clear head, amazed at what had just happened. As he stood there, she smoothly stood up and curtsied in a small gesture. Then she walked over to a small table and lifted a silver cover, revealing a plate of eggs, bacon, fruits, and a small bowl of flax seeds and yogurt.

He sat at a small table once he was dressed, while Tracey tidied up the room, and he savored the food. He had never tasted such a delicious omelette before. It was creamy and savory, and the bacon was perfectly crispy. The yogurt had a drizzle of golden honey on top. On the tray, there was a red folder tucked in. He pulled it out and opened it. Inside were stacks of notes, representing the history of the project, spanning decades.

He got lost in the notes. Before he knew it, Tracey escorted him down and through the back corridors. He continued reading, flipping through the pages, fascinated by the problems they worked on and solved. He didn't even realize when they arrived at the laboratory. He thought he remembered the tunnel, but he got lost in the notes.

"Welcome, my Lord," greeted a tall, cool blonde scientist named Susan.

"Let's skip the formalities in the lab," he said. "Umm, can I see the data from the snake test you conducted in 1997?"

"Of course, my Lord!" she responded, surprised. They spent the morning browsing through various topics. There was so much to learn that he could get lost in it all. But he chose only the most relevant topics for the current research. Cho and Luna slipped into the lab and brought their laptops. Soon, they embarked on a full scientific session. The women pulled out their notes and sat on chairs, jumping from topic to topic as he bombarded them with questions.

Currently, they were working on two major projects. The first one was mindless magical conductivity. The second was a grand project—creating a core formation in embryos.

At noon, they paused work for lunch. Tracey brought a tray of sandwiches, a mix of grilled and cold ones, along with four bowls of fresh potato salad. Then Harry sat with the new computer they had given him and started downloading files and drawings from the server to further study them. When he asked why they used Muggle techniques, he quickly found the answer. The ease of storing databases was invaluable. For the rest of the day, he sat in a small cubicle and immersed himself in the data. He was snapped out of deep analysis by Cho and looked around, surprised by how late it was.

"It's 5:00, Harry," said the short, buxom woman. "Wrap up for the night and rest. Tomorrow, we'll start setting up the device for you."

"I can't wait," he said with a smile. The device was a system that his great uncle had built years ago and had become an obsession for him. Most of what he was studying stemmed from various projects that went into the initial construction of the device.

He stood, stretching, and left the lab, feeling a powerful hunger. He walked through the underground tunnel that led back to the residence and found the beautiful Gabrielle standing at the bottom of the stairs, waiting for his return. When she saw him, she curtsied deeply.