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"The cock my Master is beautiful," she said, gazing at it in admiration, which made him slightly uncertain but also filled him with pride. "Mhmm, long, thick, and hard... we are truly blessed indeed."
"What the fuck is happening today!" Harry thought.
Then his thoughts were shattered as Harry watched her thick, smiling lips kiss the tip, then move around the head until they parted, and the head of his cock slipped into her hot mouth. She sucked him in a few centimeters, and then her tongue began to play around the head as she sucked him in and out of her mouth.
"Ohh god... this is better than I imagined," he moaned.
"Young Master," Daphne said, her voice filled with disbelief, "Is this your first blowjob?" She withdrew from his cock, her hand slowly stroking the shaft.
"Yes," he said hesitantly, feeling both embarrassed and nervous that something he could do would interrupt this glorious moment.
"I am so grateful and honored that you allowed me to be your first," her smile was sincere as she settled on her knees, lifting her skirt and quickly undoing the top two buttons of her blouse, "Relax, my Lord, and let me ease your great need."
She took him back into her mouth, and he groaned with pleasure. Her sucking mouth, stroking hand, and ever-moving tongue soon had him on the edge of orgasm. He looked down, trying to memorize this wild, sexy sight. The hot legal secretary, in her business attire, with the tips of her plump breasts exposed and bouncing. Her thick red lips wrapped around his cock, her eyes staring at him filled with desire and hunger. She wrapped her lips around the tip of his cock and sucked hard. His toes curled, his hands clenched into fists, and he could lose consciousness for a second as he leaned heavily against the wall. Gasping for breath, he looked down to see Daphne with her eyes closed, sucking his penis into her mouth, as she licked up all his cum, swallowing the pearly white substance down.
"That was... oh my God, that was amazing," he sighed as she stood, pushing a few disheveled strands of hair from her face.
"My Lord is even more powerful than I imagined," Daphne said with a sly smile, before turning to lead him out into the corridor and down the stairs. "I trust that the Young Master is now slightly more sober?" she asked on the stairs.
"Yes," he replied, realizing she was right. In the aftermath of everything that had happened, receiving his first blowjob from a practically unknown girl was almost the craziest thing. After his orgasm, his thoughts were clearer and more organized as well.
"Thank you," he said awkwardly, "it was really... just... wow."
"You honor me too much, Young Master," she said with a slight bow, a mischievous smile playing on her lips, "I'll make sure to accommodate you just the way you like it when you come next time." Then they found themselves in a small foyer, with her tiny desk, and Harry noticed Nymphadora standing with her arms crossed behind her right by the door. The little blonde raised an eyebrow at the sight of the disheveled secretary, but said nothing, only her hair momentarily turning from blonde to pink, but she must have regained control because her hair returned to its original color. She turned and opened the door for him. He glanced back and saw Daphne sitting at the desk, a benevolent smile on her face, sorting through some papers and engrossed in her work.
He stepped out onto the street, looking up and down the block before settling back into the rear seat of the old Rolls Royce. Nymphadora got behind the wheel and drove through the city. He sat in silence for a long time, contemplating everything he had heard and trying not to think about how quickly he could return to the charming Daphne and her peculiar, yet enticing, manners.
"Young Master," Nymphadora said, glancing back in the rearview mirror, "It will be a few hours before we reach the estate. Is there anything you require?"
"No," he replied, "though thank you." She seemed slightly disappointed, maybe even a little offended.
He tried to ignore the woman as he opened the folder and skimmed through its contents. On the inner flap, there was a series of magical and Muggle credit and bank cards, all from different major brands and banks, each bearing his name. He pulled out document after document, going through them and trying to make sense of it all. From the looks of things, it was an ancient estate with roots dating back to Roman times. There were dozens of properties spread across England, Germany, Austria, and France, spanning hundreds of years. Most of them were managed by local companies, each with lists of assets and invoices for various works, tenants, and leases. It wasn't just real estate, but also investments and bonds worldwide. Equally extensive were the holdings within America. He had a finger in almost every pie, from magical companies dealing with broomstick production to cauldrons, to an exclusive potion shop. In the Muggle world, he had stakes in biotech firms and steel mills, organic dairy farms, and software companies in Silicon Valley
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He set aside the first stack of documents and pulled out a small list of employees. The first thing he immediately noticed was that the entire staff was female. Next to each name was a small photograph and a brief description of their duties and working hours. It was a peculiar mix of household staff, a scientist, and two different types of magical engineers. At the back of the stack were copies of contracts that each of the women had signed. The one-page documents were written in such small and condensed handwriting that one would need a magically enhanced magnifying glass to read them.
The last third of the folder contained a true treasure, at least for Harry. A stack of the most incredible inventions, almost all centered around magic, with a significant focus on healing. He immersed himself in the documentation and drawings, slowly piecing together what they had been working on for so long. It was astounding. The collective focus of so many of his ancestors, all driven toward the same goal: finding a way to give magic to Muggles.
Harry watched as rural landscapes rolled by during the final hour of the drive. They reached a more remote country, eventually winding up and down a mountain and descending into a lush valley. The valley was filled with orchards and vineyards, and a small river flowed through its center. They drove along a wide country lane without seeing a soul.
"Where is this estate?" Harry asked, and Nymphadora glanced back in the mirror, smiling.
"You're looking at it, sir," she said. "The Black Earth stretches beyond the valley for several acres in all directions."
Harry watched as manicured and park-like lands passed by, realizing that he now owned everything he saw. It still felt unreal to him. The Rolls Royce drove through a wide steel gate that opened as they approached. Nymphadora steered down a wide avenue lined with ancient oak trees on both sides, their sprawling limbs forming a tunnel over the road. They emerged, and Harry's breath caught in his throat. Before them stood a massive mansion that looked more like Hogwarts than a home. It easily stood five stories high, with round towers reaching from the two rear corners. The entire building was made of gray stone, accented with white wood. There were several smaller outbuildings, including a large garage filled with luxury cars.
Perhaps the most breathtaking sight was the row of women standing in front of the mansion. They all wore uniforms in black and white, similar to what Nymphadora was wearing. Some were in black-and-white maid outfits, and Harry's eyes widened at their short ruffled skirts and plunging necklines. A few women were dressed in laboratory coats, and three wore aprons as if they were kitchen staff. Leading them all was an elegant woman, dressed in a full black uniform that hugged her form like a second skin.
Nymphadora brought the car to a stop in front of the mansion and instructed the doors to be opened before Harry could do it himself. He stepped out and stretched his legs, taking in the surroundings.
"Welcome to Black Manor, Lord Black," said an elegant woman whom he easily recognized from the Triwizard Tournament as she stood alongside others behind her. The woman before him was stunning, flawless in her gaze, and he felt his tongue stick to the roof of his mouth as he struggled to speak. Her pale blue eyes sparkled with wit and intelligence, looking at him with warmth and satisfaction that brought him comfort. However, his gaze was drawn to her mesmerizing figure. She had a slender waist and a flat stomach complemented by wide hips and a perfectly curvaceous rear. But her most captivating feature, apart from her impeccable and noble face, were her ample breasts. They were large and sensual, barely contained within her tight black uniform. The neckline plunged deep enough to offer him a tantalizing view of soft, fair skin and a seductive shadow nestled between them. He caught himself glancing down at her attire and noticed a small smile playing at the corner of her lips, though he couldn't determine if it was annoyance or pleasure.
"Thank you," he managed to say at last, cursing his croaking voice.
"I am Fleur, the hostess, and for the past five years, I have been managing the household staff and overseeing the affairs of the manor. If the Young Master wishes, I will now introduce you to the staff here."
"Pleased to meet you, Fleur," he said, finally finding some moisture in his mouth.
"The pleasure is all ours, Young Master," her voice was soft and affectionate as she spoke. Then she turned around and gestured to the women standing behind her, each standing a bit taller.
"These will be your household staff," she said, pointing out a few of the women.
The first two women indicated were dressed in matching maid uniforms, while the next three were wearing white aprons as kitchen staff. Fleur pronounced their names, and each of them greeted Harry with a nod and a bow, but he couldn't register any of them. The abundance of beautiful women, each different and more charming than the last, was overwhelming. He smiled and nodded, awkwardly walking alongside Fleur as she pointed and spoke. They reached the end of the line, and Harry was taken aback when she introduced the last three women.
"Here is your laboratory staff: Susan, Cho, and Luna," announced Fleur. Harry vaguely recognized the trio from his time at Hogwarts, having harbored a crush on Cho for a while, but he hadn't exchanged many words with any of them, aside from simple greetings. Susan was an older, pretty blonde with straight hair and a cold, stern expression on her face. Cho, on the other hand, was a short, slightly plump girl with Far Eastern beauty, featuring large round eyes and dimples that appeared when she smiled. As for Luna, she was shy and quiet, her face turning beet red briefly as she glanced at Harry before redirecting her gaze back to her fingers.
"We will brief you on the work that has been done so far and the current state of our grand task," Fleur said with a satisfied smile.
"I can't wait to work with each of you," Harry replied. "Your resumes and professional achievements are impressive. I can only hope to live up to this honor." The three women exchanged glances, sharing small smiles before bowing once again.
"If my master wishes to visit the laboratory tomorrow, we can give you a tour," suggested Susan.. "We can work out the details of our new arrangement."
"That would be wonderful," Harry said, choosing to overlook her peculiar choice of words.
"Yes," Fleur interjected with a slight frown directed at Susan, and Harry could sense the tension between the two women.
"Well, it's getting late, and I'm sure you're hungry and tired after your long day, my Lord. If you would be so kind as to follow me, I will take you to the rooms we have prepared for you."
"Yes," Harry nodded. "Thank you."
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