Celestial Ascendancy
Chapter 31: Yule ball
Hogwarts
Elias Blake.
I watched as Iris suddenly slapped her cheeks, the sharp sound snapping through the room.
Her eyes widened, and she shook her head as if trying to shake off the haze of lust that had clouded her expression moments ago.
I couldn't help but lift my eyebrow, taken aback by her actions. It was the first time I saw her pull back when things were getting heated, and honestly… she was the one who started most of those occasions, so I found this strange.
"Iris?" I started, but she waved me off; her cheeks flushed, but her lips were set in a firm line.
"Nope, nope, nope," she muttered under her breath, stepping back from me. "I need a second. This is… too much." She turned to Hermione, who was still clinging to my neck.
Iris reached out and gently pulled Hermione back, her fingers brushing against Hermione's arm. I had to eat back a snort of amusement because Iris didn't let the opportunity slide to grope my bicep while pulling Hermione back.
Hermione blinked, startled, but allowed Iris to guide her a few steps away. Then, to my surprise, Iris leaned in and whispered something into Hermione's ear. I tilted my head, my enhanced senses straining to catch a hint of what she was saying, but nothing reached me. It was as if the sound had been swallowed by the air itself.
Wait.
I narrowed my eyes, noticing Iris's wand as a magic wall grew around them. Iris had cast a Muffliato.
Clever. Even with my heightened abilities, I couldn't hear a thing.
Hermione's eyes widened, and then, to my amusement, her cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson. She nodded eagerly, her lips curling into a small, excited smile.
Whatever Iris had said, it had clearly struck a chord.
I didn't ask. It was apparent whatever they were discussing was personal, and I respected that. It was like they were sharing a secret that was equally thrilling and embarrassing. They were adorable when they were like this. It was a good thing they could act their age instead of being all stressed with the clusterfuck that is our lives, and knowing the truth about the world made it even less possible to have peace if we wanted to survive.
Instead, I turned my attention to the phone in my pocket—Seekvaira's gift. The black device felt cool in my hand as I pulled it out, and the screen lit up with a soft glow.
I remembered the Yule Ball was tomorrow, and I had an idea.
I quickly typed a text to Seekvaira, my fingers moving faster than they should have. Honestly, I was sure that if I gave the phone to Iris or Hermione, they would have trouble learning how to use them, considering that they didn't have much experience with them.
But old habits die hard, and some even stay after death. I felt at home with the phone, which I didn't know if it should exist this year, but whatever. It was similar to a brand in my old world, but this model should not exist yet.
That dude probably made a deal with the devil to achieve this.
"Hey, Seekvaira. I know this is last minute, but I wondered if we could make a deal. I need something for the Yule Ball tomorrow. Dresses for Hermione and Iris, and a suit for me. Can you help?"
I hesitated momentarily, then added,"And… sorry for the rushed request. I'll pay double in gold."
Almost immediately, the screen lit up with her reply.
"Mr. Black, you're lucky I'm in a generous mood. Consider it done. I'll have the outfits ready by tomorrow. And don't worry about paying, consider it a gift. I know what you humans celebrate tomorrow; it's the least I can do for my future business partner."
I smirked at her response. Seekvaira's texted differently than I expected. I don't know why, but I thought she would be as aloof and cold as she was in person. However, she was surprisingly cool.
"Thanks, Seekvaira. You're a lifesaver."
"I know,"she replied, followed by a winking emoji that made me chuckle. I had missed this. Now that I had a phone in hand, I would need to be careful not to waste my time. Also, I needed to be cautious since everyone knew they were impossible to use here. I didn't want anyone asking any questions.
I slipped the phone back into my pocket, feeling relieved. The Yule Ball was going to be… interesting, to say the least. But at least now, we'd knock the socks off everyone. We did have some lovely attires for tomorrow, but… I just knew that the underworld had much better seamstresses.
Devils, from what I knew, were a really vain race. And considering the Agares were an Archduke family, Seekvaira must have some nice contacts.
I glanced back at Hermione and Iris, who huddled together, whispering and giggling like schoolgirls. The Muffliatowas still up, so I couldn't hear a word, but the way they kept glancing at me told me everything I needed to know. Whatever they were planning, it involved me. And if the looks on their faces were anything to go by, it would be fun.
"Alright, you two," I said, crossing my arms and leaning against the wall. "What are you plotting over there?"
Iris waved her hand, dispelling the Muffliatowith a flick of her wrist. "Oh, nothing you need to worry about… yet," she said, her grin widening. "Just… be ready for tomorrow, Elias. That's all I'm saying."
Hermione nodded, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "You're going to love it," she added, her voice barely containing her enthusiasm. She was so excited that it completely surpassed her usual shyness.
I raised an eyebrow. "Well, now I'm curious. Should I be worried?"
Iris laughed a melodic sound that sent a warm feeling through my chest. "Worried? No. But you might want to brace yourself. Tomorrow's going to be… unforgettable."
I couldn't help but smile. Whatever they had planned, I was looking forward to it.
Next day (Yule)
It was weird waking up without the girls' weight on my chest. I hadn't realized how much I'd come to rely on that feeling until it was gone. For almost a month, they'd ditched their dormitory every night to sleep together in my hollow. It had become part of our routine, our newnormal. So, yeah, it made sense that I felt off without them here. They were that important to me.
I didn't know why they'd decided to sleep in with the other girls tonight, but I had a few guesses considering today was the Yule Ball. Either way, I was curious.
Now that I was awake and had time to kill, I reached for the phone on my nightstand. The screen lit up, casting a soft glow in the dim room. It was barely 6 a.m., and the girls had asked me to meet them in the common room at 7:30 for breakfast. No classes today meant we had the whole day until the ball tonight. I was looking forward to it—not just the ball, but the entire day with them.
Ash chirped, pulling me out of my thoughts. My not-so-little phoenix swooped toward me, landing on my chest with a soft squawk. She was so damn adorable, her feathers glowing faintly in the early morning light. I rubbed her beak, smiling as she nuzzled into my hand.
"Morning, girl," I murmured, briefly closing my eyes and taking a deep breath. The quiet of the hollow was peaceful, but it felt… empty without Hermione and Iris here. Still, I had time to make the most of it.
"You want to exercise together?" I asked Ash, glancing at her.
She replied with an excited squeak, flapping her wings as she flew over to perch on the armrest of a nearby chair. I smirked, pushing myself out of bed and stretching. There was so much I wanted to try before meeting the girls. New limits to test, new powers to explore.
I threw on a simple T-shirt, some shorts, and my sneakers and whistled softly. Ash was at my shoulder instantly, her talons gripping lightly as she settled in.
"Let's go, girl," I cooed, giving her a quick scratch under her chin before heading out. The castle was quiet at this hour, the only sound was the snoring Weasley. It was the perfect time to push myself, to see just how far I could go now.
Since I hadn't changed anything since Seekvaira's visit, the hollow still had the remnants of the destroyed mountain at its back. The rest of the space was perfect for testing some more dangerous spells. I needed to get a feel for the changes fromMan-Made Messiah—and understand my limits before I accidentally did something I couldn't fix. I felt strong…so much strongerthan yesterday.
But it wasn't just my magic that felt amplified. No, the most shocking part was my body. It was like I could lift mountains now. Logically, I knew that was an exaggeration, but the difference was staggering. Before, I'd been a squishy little human. Now? I was something else entirely. Something… more.
First things first, I needed to test my physical strength. The last thing I wanted was to accidentally hurt Iris or Hermione by underestimating my power. Sure, I could heal them afterward, but there was no reason to be a dumbass about it. Better to be cautious now than regretful later.
I willed a few trees to appear before me, their trunks thick and sturdy. Smiling, I cocked my arm back, settling into a wide stance. I didn't hold back. I put everything into the punch.
My jaw dropped when my fist tore through the tree like it was made of paper. The bark splintered instantly as if making way for my hand rather than resisting it. There was no feedback, no resistance, just the sound of wood cracking and the sensation of air rushing past my knuckles.
Holy fuck…I thought, too shocked to actually say the words out loud. I stared at my hand, flexing my fingers as if they might somehow explain what had just happened.
Shaking my head, I realized starting with a tree had been stupid. I needed something sturdier, something that could actually give me a challenge.
Pulling out my wand, I waved it at the remaining trees. My transfiguration was faster than before, though not by a considerable margin. My magical reserves felt bigger, too. Transfiguring ten trees into solid steel barely made a dent.
A thick steel wall, a meter thick, now stood where the trees had been.Thiswould make a better test.
Before I did anything, I waved my wand toward Ash, casting a Muffliato around her to protect her from the noise. I added a shield charm for good measure, not wanting to take any chances. She tilted her head at me, chirping softly, but otherwise stayed perched on a nearby rock, watching with curious eyes.
Nodding in satisfaction, I turned back to the steel wall. I reeled my fist back again, this time adjusting my posture instinctively. It wasn't perfect, I wasn't precisely a martial arts expert, but it was better than before.
Taking a deep breath, I punched the wall with everything I had.
CRACK.
My fist didn't just hit the steel wall, itannihilatedit. The metal buckled inward like tinfoil, fissures spider webbing out from the point of impact before the entire structure exploded into shrapnel. Shards of steel ricocheted off my skin, harmless as raindrops. I didn't even flinch.
Bloody Hell.
I stared at the wreckage, then at my hand. Not a scratch. Not even a red mark. It was one thing to know about the perk, but experiencing it was another altogether.
Ash released a startled trill, her wings flaring as debris clattered around her shielded perch. I glanced over, half-expecting her to flee, but she just tilted her head, eyes gleaming with fire as she spat a glob of gold fire toward the debris. The glob melted the steel almost instantly, destroying my shield as if it were a hot knife through butter.
"Guess I'm not squishy anymore," I muttered, flexing my fingers. I decided to ignore Ash, looking smugly at me. She was an intelligent phoenix.
The power was intoxicating. I could've torn Hogwarts' walls down bare-handed. But the real shock wasn't the strength, it was theprecision. My body moved like it had been programmed for combat, muscles firing in perfect sync, stance shifting fluidly even as I reeled from the punch. I didn't just hit hard; I hitright.
It was my second attempt, and I could already see a dozen ways to improve, mistakes to avoid and inefficiencies to correct. I was a man-made killing machine, and that thought made me nervous. But also… excited.
I wasn't a battle junkie like Iris. Oh, I enjoyed a good fight. There is no doubt, but it was never to the point of actively seeking one out. Yet, there was a strange feeling gnawing at the back of my mind—a vision of me leading an uncountable army, marching toward some colossal, unspeakable beast. The sheer weight of my imagination felt prophetic despite my complete lack of Seer abilities.
On impulse, I snatched a jagged piece of steel from the ground and hurled it at the nearest chunk of mountain debris. The air whistled as it cut through, embedding itself halfway into the rock like a bullet through wet clay. No wand. No magic. Just… me. With my enhanced senses, I could see all the way to the hole the piece of steel left, and I barked a laugh of surprise at seeing the molten slag instead of a piece of metal.
This wasn't just strength. This was purpose. No wonder Voldemort's little tantrum felt trivial now. I could snap his wand, his spine, and his Horcrux-ridden existence with my left hand alone. Oh… I couldn't wait for the third task.
I shook my head, exhaling harshly. No. I had to be careful. As strong as I was now, there were actual monsters in this world, beings who could erase me with little effort. I couldn't let arrogance cloud my judgment.
Even knowing that it was hard to suppress the sheer joythrumming in my veins.
Taking a slow breath, I turned my attention to the next power that had cost three times more than the original man-made Messiah, which was absurd to even think about.
Elder Scrolls.
I had played Skyrimback in my old life and enjoyed it plenty, but I had never truly delved into its lore. A mistake, obviously, but there was no way to know I would receive something as cataclysmic as the celestial Grimoire in my second life. The name Magnusstirred something in my memory—a staff from a questline, I think? I had no idea if they were connected, but it was the best lead I had.
I focused.
The air around me thrummed with energy as if reality was holding its breath. My body responded instinctively, drawing on something vast, something otherworldly. A warmth spread through my core, my essence, building, coiling, begging to be unleashed.
And then, I raised my hand to the sky.
The world answered.
A pinprick of golden radiance sparked above my palm, swelling, expanding, its sheer luminosity almost painful to look at. It was unlike any magic I had ever seen, unlike anything I had ever felt. This wasn't fire, wasn't mere light.
This was the raw, unfiltered power of Aetherius itself.
This shit was divine; there was no other way to explain the feeling I had observing the shimmering ball of light in my hand.
A miniature sun. Mysun.
I clenched my fist.
The miniature sun streaked toward the ground like a falling star toward the same mountain Seekvaira used in her demonstration. Like I realized before, it wasn't just light—it was something more. Divine, a raw embodiment of power given form. The air thrummed in its wake, reality twisting around it as if space itself recoiled from the sheer force of what I had just called forth.
Then it hit.
The impact wasn't an explosion. No fire, smoke, or shockwave. Instead, it was consumption. The ground where it struck darkened, the stone melting into a black void, a wound in the fabric of existence itself. Everything within its radius, loose debris, jagged rock, even the air was pulled inward, drawn into a gravity well of absolute darkness at the sun's core. The mountain remains didn't just break apart. They vanished.
I staggered back, breathing hard. I think I spent my whole life luck last night.
This wasn't just power. This was destruction on a conceptual level. A weapon of annihilation.
The void pulsed once. just a flicker. And then, as quickly as it had formed, it was gone. The sun imploded in on itself, leaving behind nothing but a perfectly smooth, glass-like crater.
My hands trembled.
This… this was on a different level entirely.
I clenched my fists, trying to steady myself. My body screamed, every muscle aching as if I had just sprinted a marathon while lifting a mountain. So this has a cost.Good to know.
Still, the rush and potentialsent a shiver down my spine. If that was what I could do now, what would happen when I truly masteredit?
A laugh bubbled up in my throat. I barely held it back.
I didn't know at what level I could be in the world, but I felt free. It was astonishing how much my life could change in a single moment thanks to the Grimoire.
I took a deep breath as I calmed my racing heart, only to be interrupted by Ash squawking and flapping her wings in an irritable mood. I could feel her concern and pride through our bond.
With some difficulty, I grabbed her small form into my arms and cradled her to my chest. Ash started singing, and I could feel myself getting filled with energy. Moving was still difficult, but at least I could do so.
"I'm going to bathe, Ash," I snorted. That was the funniest part—I was winded, but my appearance was as pristine as ever. My charisma was out of this world.
One hour before the ball.
"Come on, Eli," Iris whined, dragging me back to the common room with Hermione hot on our trail.
I laughed sheepishly, rubbing the back of my head. It was surprising how differently the girls at school looked at me after my transformation yesterday. To them, it was as if a fog had been lifted from their eyes, even though, in their minds, I had always been this way.
The number of offers I'd gotten for the ball was ridiculous, even though everyone knew I was going with Iris. Some girls were so bold they'd ignore the glaring Girl-Who-Lived herself if it meant getting a chance with me.
The funny part? Iris and Hermione were acting just like the rest of them.
"Now, you told us there was a surprise?" Hermione tapped her foot impatiently. "We should be getting ready."
"That's part of the surprise," I smirked, earning a huff from her.
I rolled my eyes at her impatience. "I asked Seekvaira if she could get some dresses for you two and a suit for me. I figured she'd have better options than Madam Malkin's."
Hermione froze, then dragged me toward the back of the room.
"Have you seen them?" she asked seriously, and I could tell my answer carried weight for her. Iris stood beside her, nodding with equal seriousness.
"No," I shook my head. "I wanted to be surprised too."
"Good," Iris said sharply. "Now, you'll go to your room, bring us the dresses, clean yourself up, and return here twenty minutes before the ball starts."
"Yes, ma'am," I mock-saluted her with a smirk, already moving to follow her instructions. I admit, I was a little nervous—but mostly excited.
Later.
Walking down the stairs with a few minutes to spare, I watched everyone scrambling around like headless chickens. The twins were already done, their dates whispering to each other in hushed tones.
Ginny was seated with Seamus, who did his best to ignore Ron's glares. Her eyes lingered on me with a longing she hadn't shown yesterday. Honestly, it was nice not being on the receiving end of Ron's glares for once.
Neville was nowhere to be seen, so he'd probably already left to pick up Luna for the ball. I hoped they'd have a good time—they were both great friends.
Seeing that the girls weren't here yet, I closed my eyes, mainly to avoid the barely hidden glances from the girls in the room. Some who already had dates by their sides. I wasn't sure how to feel about it. On the one hand, it was flattering, but on the other, I'd caught a couple of first-years staring, and that just felt... weird.
Hearing a few gasps, I opened my eyes to see what the commotion was about, and felt my breath leave my lungs.
Iris and Hermione stood at the entrance of the stairs to the female rooms, and the sight of them was enough to make the entire room fall silent.
They were breathtaking. Iris wore a flowing gown that shimmered like starlight, the fabric catching the light with every subtle movement. The way that the "stars" moved whenever she did made it clear that the dress was enchanted in some form. It was a beautiful dress, and Seekvaira deserved a gift for giving me such a treat.
On the other hand, Hermione looked elegant in a deep emerald green dress that hugged her figure perfectly, her curls tamed into a sophisticated updo. She carried herself with a quiet grace that made her impossible to look away from. That hairdo had Iris's written all over it. I loved it and seeing her act so confident in herself.
The two of them were a vision, and it was clear they had outshone everyone else in the room. Even the twins' dates, who had been whispering moments ago, were now staring openly, their jaws slightly slack.
I quickly recovered from my shock and reached for the small bouquet of flowers I'd tucked away earlier. Stepping forward, I handed a single rose to Iris and another to Hermione, their cheeks flushing as they accepted them.
"You two look... incredible," I said, my voice softer than intended. "Like, seriously, everyone else might as well go home."
Iris smirked, twirling the rose between her fingers. "Took you long enough to notice, Eli. But I'll take the compliment."
Hermione smiled, her eyes warm. "Thank you, Elias. You don't look so bad yourself."
I glanced down at my suit, a sleek black ensemble with subtle silver accents that Seekvaira had somehow managed to procure. It fit perfectly, and I had to admit, I felt pretty good in it.
"Alright," I said, offering an arm to each of them. "Shall we?"
Iris looped her arm through mine with a grin while Hermione hesitated for a moment before doing the same. Even if she could not enter with us, there was no way I would let her walk across the school by herself. Someone might get ideas, and I didn't want to vaporize anyone.
Together, we made our way out of the common room, the whispers and stares of our classmates following us as we left.
The halls of Hogwarts were alive with excitement, much more than usual. As we walked, I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride. Not just because of how stunning Iris and Hermione looked, but because of how they carried themselves. The best part was that they both knew how this made me feel, seeing them act so confident.
When we reached the entrance to the Great Hall, I paused, turning to them. "Ready?"
Iris raised an eyebrow. "Born ready."
Hermione smiled, her nerves seemingly melting away. "Let's do this."
With that, we separated, but not before stealing a soft, quick kiss with Hermione. Let everyone talk. I wasn't ashamed of them, and I would not hide my love for them for something as fickle as decorum.
Hermione stood at the back, waiting for Neville, Luna, Ginny, and Seamus to arrive.
Iris and I walked toward the rest of the champions, both of us enjoying the attention from everyone.
I chuckled at my fellow champions and their dates. "Good to see you all."
"Where did you get that dress?" was the first response to my greeting. The girls immediately swarmed Iris, who blushed prettily under their attention. Cho, Fleur, and Viktor's date—a girl from Beauxbatons whose name I didn't know—started firing rapid questions at my flustered girlfriend.
I could see their eyes flicker toward Hermione simultaneously, their gazes shining like stars.
Hermione waved cheekily before glancing at Luna and the others, who were arriving. She skipped over to them but not before blowing me a kiss, which I caught and returned with a grin.
"Elias got them for us," Iris threw me under the bus without a hint of shame.
I pouted at her, earning a slight smirk and a quick peck on my cheek.
The girls turned toward me like a pack of hungry hyenas.
"Elias," Fleur said slowly, her eyes scanning me up and down, "you look... good."
I snorted at her. Obviously, she'd intended to grill me about the dresses, but my suited-up form had caught her off guard.
"You look marvelous as well, my lady," I said with a playful bow and a flourish, something I would've never dared to do before, afraid of making a fool of myself. But that was then. Now, I was confident.
Her cheeks tinted pink, and she smiled softly.
"All of you do," I added, turning to Cho and the other girl. "Your dates are lucky to have you."
"Thank you, Blake," Cho said with a sweet smile. "But I think I'm the lucky one." She glanced at Cedric, who smiled back and took her hand.
"Oh," I smirked at Cedric, who looked slightly embarrassed under my teasing. "Finally got the balls, eh?"
"Prat," Cedric rolled his eyes, though he was grinning. "It's good to see you, Elias," he said, nodding.
"Krum," I nodded at him firmly, giving him a solid handshake. "And you brought a beautiful date. Congratulations."
Krum nodded in his usual stoic manner. "Her name is Marie."
"A pleasure," I said, kissing Marie's knuckles with a charming smile.
She beamed and tightened her grip on Krum's arm.
Before we could continue, McGonagall arrived, her voice cutting through the chatter as she urged us all inside.
Later that night.
It was a fantastic night. We danced until our feet ached, and at one point, some of the girls even convinced Iris to "lend me out" like I was some kind of prize rather than a person. But it was all in good fun, so I didn't mind.
Luna danced with me only once, but it was one of those quirky, whimsical dances that only she could pull off. She was grinning from ear to ear the entire time, and her joy was infectious. Seeing her so happy made the night even better.
Cedric and I swapped dance partners for a couple of songs. Cho was a fantastic dancer, and the time flew by. The same happened with Marie, Krum's date—she was graceful and easy to keep up with, though the dances felt too short.
The one who really stood out, though, was Fleur. She danced with me and Iris more than anyone else, which was a definite plus. Her date, unfortunately, made a complete fool of himself. He couldn't handle even the slightest bit of her allure and was escorted out of the hall for nearly an hour. It was embarrassing, to say the least. The worst part was knowing Fleur would likely be painted as the villain when rumors spread. I spotted Rita Skeeter in the room, already scribbling away, no doubt ready to twist the story into something scandalous.
Still, Fleur seemed to end the night happy, and that's what mattered. She didn't care much about what the British thought of her anyway.
While I danced with Fleur, Ginny, Hermione, and Iris, I took turns dancing to the Weird Sisters. By the end of the night, almost everyone had enjoyed themselves.
But that was then… and now, I had far better things to think about.
I kicked the door of my hollow open, the hinges groaning in protest, as Iris and Hermione lavished attention on my neck. They were determined to leave their mark, and I was willing to let them.
It all started when they asked me to leave my trunk in the common room while I helped a very drunk Seamus to his bed. The girls were gone when I returned, but I had a pretty good idea where they'd gone.
Sure enough, when I entered my trunk and made my way to the hollow, they were waiting for me just outside, their eager grins lighting up the dim space.
The house wasn't large, so reaching the bedroom didn't take long. Through our bond, I could feel Ash's amusement as she flew away from the house, giving us some privacy.
Once inside, I turned to Hermione, who was staring at me with wide eyes and a wild look.
I didn't waste time with words. Instead, I pulled her close, my hands gripping her waist as I kissed her deeply.
The kiss started soft, but we grew desperate within a moment's notice. Our tongues fought for dominance, swirling around each other mouths. My hands were down to cup her oh-so-beautiful and toned ass as she squeaked and grabbed my shoulders for support, letting needy moans all the while.
Iris was moving out of the way while I eased Hermione into the action, but I heard ruffling noises. I did my best to ignore it since I wanted a surprise.
"I love you," I murmured to Hermione, who was looking at me vulnerably with her soulful chocolate eyes.
"I love you too," she continued pecking my chin before helping me get out of my suit. The blazer went first, and she hurriedly unbuttoned my shirt.
Before she could finish, I felt some hands grabbing my head and keeping it in place. Iris had finished whatever she was doing and returned her attention to me. She had me in a tight hold, so I could not move without using my significant strength, which was not what I wanted.
I could feel her kissing my neck as she maintained her hold over my head, and before long, Hermione finished removing my tie and shirt, leaving me naked from my torso.
Iris moaned into my ear, her hot breath leaving tingles on my neck. She pressed her body into mine, and I felt a short circuit.
I could feel her bare skin, her pebbled nipples dragging across my back in sensual movements as she continued letting out some needy sounds that got my engine raving.
Hermione stood up in front of me, and I groaned in need as she started taking off her dress in simple movements. With Iris holding my head, I could do nothing without escaping her hold.
I bit my lip when I saw Hermione finishing. She didn't wear a bra with that dress; the only thing she had on was a frilly little tongue that hugged her waist nicely. She was gorgeous. Her nipples were a beautiful shade of pink, and her tits were perky but had a nice bounce as she moved.
"You both are terrible teases," I groaned, feeling the tent forming inside my pants.
Hermione shivered on her spot, which did wonders to my eyes as Iris chuckled behind me.
Softly, she let go of my head, and I wasted no time turning around and feasting my eyes.
Iris was as beautiful as Hermione, maybe her tits were a little smaller than Mione's, but they were perfect. Her pink nipples were like teardrops as they rested on that beautiful chest. She was breathing deeply, and I got lost in the sensations.
Iris smirked. She blushed a bit, but mostly out of excitement rather than embarrassment. She pushed me into the bed, and I let her.
Both Iris and Hermione joined me in bed, and I could see every inch of their bodies with a light sheen of sweat that made them shine in the dim light of the room.
Both rested their heads in my chest before lifting their heads in unison and kissing each other with great enthusiasm. It was a sight I would never get bored of. Not in a million years.
Their tongues battled inside their mouths, and the soft sounds of their kiss made me harder than ever before. I couldn't help but groan at the tightness of my pants.
When they finally separated, a thin line of saliva united their mouths before it was broken by the grinning Iris.
"Today is your lucky day, Eli," she whimpered. "We have a gift for you."
"Oh," I moaned softly when I felt her hand moving slowly toward my bulge, "And what is that?"
"This," she smirked, and I gasped as I felt her small hand on my dick.
Iris moaned, too, and Hermione whimpered. Iris started fiddling with my belt before groaning and moving away, going for her wand. A swish later, the belt disappeared, making it easy for my pants to be removed.
She all but pulled them off as I was left in my underwear alone.
"Ahn~" Iris moaned softly, "It's better than I dreamed of."
It better be, I was not ashamed of my dick even before man-made messiah, but after my body was reconstructed, I became peak human in everything that mattered.
Hermione whimpered at the sight of the tent, but she just kissed me hungrily, going from my forehead all the way down to my stomach.
Iris finally got herself together, and she pulled my underwear off, leaving me completely nude.
Both of them gasped, which filled my ego like nothing before.
"You are perfect," Iris grinned hungrily, kissing the tip of my dick almost softly.
My knees buckled at the act, which only spurned her on.
The sight alone was enough to make me climax, but I held with my Iron will. I was not going down fast. I wanted to enjoy my first experience in both lives.
Hermione's eyes were wide as she looked at my dick, and she swallowed thickly as her hand reached for the base.
"It's hot," she murmured hotly, "You are so big, Eli,"
"It's all yours," I said between pants.
Hermione closed her eyes for a second before opening them with renewed determination; she shuddered as she sucked in a deep breath before shivering and buried her face between my balls.
"Oh," I moaned, feeling a slow lick on the base.
They both went to work, Iris focusing on the tip and Hermione on the base. Slurping sounds filled the room as I got lost in the feeling.
"I'm Cumming," I groaned and grabbed Iris's hair softly, not enough to push her but to keep her in place.
Iris almost choked at the amount I let out. Still, she held it in her mouth, even going as far as sucking deeply to get any residue before letting my cock out.
"This was awesome," I panted for breath.
Iris smirked with her mouth full before she glanced at Hermione with mischievous eyes.
Hermione squeaked when Iris kissed her, pushing some of my cum into her mouth before both swallowed, and I groaned, not even feeling my dick soften. They both were so hot.
"Thank you," I smiled at them, "It was the best gift I've ever gotten."
"It was our pleasure," Iris smirked.
My eyes sharpened as I stood up from the bed, "But we are not done here, not by a long shot."
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