Ejaculation of magic ch.4

The most beautiful and desirable woman Harry Potter had ever seen had just experienced a powerful, body-shaking orgasm because of him. Pride and joy swelled within him as he positioned himself between her legs. She bit her lower lip and reached down, grasping his penis. She guided the thick tip to her tight opening, and their eyes widened as he slid into her incredible tightness. He withdrew slightly, feeling her wetness coating his shaft, facilitating deeper entry as he pushed back in. He felt a tear and sensed her body tense for a moment. He stopped, struggling to maintain control as the intense sensations overwhelmed him. He looked at Fleur and saw her face briefly tense before relaxing into a big smile.

"Alright," she breathed, "Oh... it feels so good... Please, Mr. Harry... Oh God... ahh... ahh!" He began moving his hips back and forth, encountering a hot, sucking vortex of pleasure inside her that defied his will, threatening to bring him to climax once again. Holding the older, beautiful woman close, he gripped her buttocks and back, thrusting into her repeatedly. He felt her body start to tense, her nails grazing his back, and then the walls of her vagina began to quiver and squeeze around his penis as she reached her own peak.

"OHHH!!! GGOOODDD!!!!!!" She screamed, and he bellowed as he released inside her, his cock pulsating with each release. Amidst the frenzy, he didn't even consider a condom or pulling out. As he collapsed beside her, panting and sweaty on the bed, the thought briefly flickered in his mind before vanishing. In an instant, she rolled onto her side, stretching and purring like a kitten on its back, her massive breasts hanging down as she climbed onto her hands and knees.

"I seem to recall you mentioning something about more than once or twice," her grin was wicked as she crawled up his body, dragging her breasts over his semi-hard cock.

She sat back down, taking him in her hand, her eyes fixed on his face as she slowly stroked him, using their mixed fluids as lubricant. Her breasts bounced with each movement of her hand, up and down. In no time, he was hard again, and she smiled before impaling herself on his cock. Taking control of their movements, she rode him slowly. They shared long, glorious minutes of kissing, sucking, and touching her ample breasts that hung in his face. He pulled her sexy, thick lips to his as he grabbed her ass, their leisurely lovemaking building tension and inevitable release to a fever pitch. When they reached climax, their mouths were glued together, their arms holding their bodies tightly.

Harry Potter and Fleur lay in the quiet darkness, making love multiple times throughout the night. The sun was setting outside, and Harry had a thousand questions he wanted to ask, but he didn't want to disrupt the perfect moment. Eventually, their touches became more passionate, and they engaged in another intense encounter. This time, Harry took her from behind, with his head bent and face buried in the pillow as he thrust forcefully. They made love two more times before finally falling asleep, naked and wrapped in each other's arms.

Harry woke up with a strange sensation, feeling as if he were still in a dream. His narrow dormitory bed had disappeared, replaced by a luxurious mattress that engulfed his body. A soft, high-thread-count duvet kept him warm. Reluctantly, he opened his eyes as the persistent beeping of an alarm filled the room. He lifted his head and noticed the side doors opening, allowing one of the maids he had seen the previous day to slip inside. She never took her eyes off him as she silently approached the wall and drew back the curtains. Shielding his eyes from the morning sun, Harry groaned, realizing it was much earlier than he wanted to wake up.

"Time to wake up, my lord," the maid said in a sweet voice. She had dark brown hair, large round brown eyes, and a slender figure with ample breasts and a firm behind.

"Good morning," Harry said, sitting up in bed. Realizing he was still naked from the previous night, he quickly grabbed a blanket to wrap around his waist. "I'm sorry," he said, "but I seem to have forgotten your name."

"I am Tracey, my Lord," she said with a big smile as she approached, carrying a thick, soft robe. Extending the robe toward him, Harry had to drop the blanket to slip into it. Tracey's gaze briefly lingered on his naked body, her eyes widening, and the smile deepening. Then her eyes met his, and she bit her lower lip.

"My Lord still seems to be quite the morning wood," she tilted her head, peering up through her lashes, "Would you like to... participate in that?"

"Um," Harry said, freezing in awkwardness, "maybe some other time."

"Of course," she replied, and he thought he detected a hint of sadness in her voice, "If you'd prefer to freshen up first, I understand. My apologies, my Lord. We will familiarize ourselves with your routines, and in the future, we'll have everything better prepared."

"A shower would be wonderful," Harry said, pulling on the robe and cinching it at the waist.

"Please follow me, my Lord," Tracey said with a small curtsy, then turned around and led Harry through the side doors she had entered. On the other side was a small room with a spacious wardrobe, a stool, and a full-length mirror that immediately commented, "You look great!" Behind this room was a large, luxurious bathroom. In one corner stood a deep spa tub embedded in the floor, while on the opposite side, there was a shower with glass walls.

Tracey left Harry to take a shower and prepare for the day. The shower had three heads on different walls, engulfing him in a warm soapy water storm as he washed his hair. The bathroom was stocked with high-end creams, soaps, and lotions, giving it a truly luxurious feel. In one drawer, he found a toothbrush and toothpaste, and after brushing his teeth, he put on the robe again. The interior of this place reminded him of a museum or a grand mansion, with meticulous attention to detail evident in every aspect. Even the bathroom drawers, crafted by skilled artisans over a hundred years ago, still slid smoothly and fit perfectly.

Standing in front of the mirror, Harry stared at his reflection for several long moments. His entire life had been turned upside down, leaving him feeling lost and adrift. He couldn't shake the feeling of being an impostor, doubting his ability to contribute to the project and goals they all pursued. Certainly, he didn't believe he deserved the attention of so many beautiful, older women. His contemplation was interrupted by a light knocking on the bathroom door. He shook his head and opened the door.

"My Lord, we strive to keep to the schedule. I don't mean to rush you, but they will be expecting you in the gymnasium," Tracey informed him.

"I'm ready, sorry," Harry replied, stepping into the small room and finding a set of workout clothes laid out for him. "Wait, gymnasium?"

"Yes, my Lord," the woman answered with a small sympathetic smile, "You should be awakened at 4 a.m., take a shower by 4:30, and then a 20-minute workout to stimulate blood flow to the brain and enhance concentration and cognitive functions. Then a perfectly balanced meal before heading to the laboratory. Lunch will be provided to you and the laboratory staff at noon, and your workday will conclude at 5 p.m. Upon returning to the residence, dinner and a few hours of entertainment await, according to your preferences," she smiled mischievously, "And then it is recommended that you fall asleep by 9 p.m. to ensure a perfect seven-hour rest. Sundays you can spend as you please, and it is a day of rest for some staff members. However, rest assured, there will always be ample staff to cater to your needs and desires. If you could please get dressed now, my Lord, I wouldn't want you to be late on your first day."

"Of course," Harry replied, feeling a momentary panic as he realized she would be watching him dress. She was truly beautiful. Despite the maid's attire that concealed her figure, he sensed her incredible body beneath it. Turning away from her, he quickly got dressed, and when he turned back, he noticed a smile forming at the corners of her eyes.

"Follow me, my Lord," she said, leading him back through the bedroom and down the hallway. The previous day, he hadn't paid much attention to his surroundings. Honestly, most of his focus had been on the perfect figure of Fleur, the housekeeper who had led him to his rooms. However, that morning, he craned his neck left and right, trying to take in everything he saw. The ceilings were high, adorned with intricate patterns crafted by skilled carpenters. Paintings of landscapes and portraits adorned the walls, seemingly watching him at every turn.

"The entire floor can be arranged according to your preferences, my Lord," Tracey said with her distinct accent. "Just inform the staff, whether it's Fleur or me, and we'll make sure everything is set up to your liking."

"Thank you," Harry replied. "Regarding my belongings from the dormitory, do you think I could retrieve them?"

"Gabrielle is currently at your former residence, packing everything up," Tracey said with a smile. "She should have everything here for you by the time you return from the laboratory this evening."

"Everything?" Harry asked, audibly swallowing.

"Is there anything specific you'd like her to leave?" Tracey asked, pulling out a communicator from the pocket at her waist. "I can inform her."

"No, nothing!" Harry hurriedly replied, his cheeks turning red. "Just tell her I appreciate it." He had no idea how he was going to explain his collection of vintage eroge games and hentai magazines. With Tracey leading the way, he followed her downstairs to a well-equipped gymnasium.

The room was filled with various exercise machines, and along one wall, there was an extensive collection of free weights that seemed daunting to Harry. In front of floor-to-ceiling mirrors, a tall, dark-haired woman whom he recognized from Gryffindor Quidditch team was stretching her muscles. As they entered, she stood up and turned around, a wide smile spreading across her freckled face.

"Lord Harry, this is Katie," Tracey introduced her with a bow. "She serves as both a personal trainer and the head groundskeeper on the estate." With one last smile over her shoulder, Tracey left, leaving Harry alone with Katie.

"Mind if we skip all the formal 'my Lord' and 'sir' during the training?" Katie asked with a sweet, high-pitched voice. "I'd be glad to," Harry replied with a smile, extending his hand. "Harry."

"Katie!" she exclaimed, slapping her hand against his and then fist-bumping in a dap, a greeting that Harry barely registered. "Let's start with some stretches and see where you're at, sound good?"