Interplane ch.21

Harry knelt before her, and her eyes widened in anticipation. He found himself between her legs at the foot of the bed. Below her knees, her legs transformed into otherworldly appendages, but above them, pure femininity radiated. He savored her soft moan as he gently spread her thighs.

"Mmmmm, yes, my beloved. Suck my ancient pussy. I made it just for you," she purred.

Harry didn't need any more encouragement. He licked her for the first time, savoring the taste of a strawberry milkshake. Her moans fueled his desire as he traced the length of her slit with his tongue, quickly losing control in the eagerness to enjoy her unique flavor.

His tongue delved in and out of her, gradually reaching her pulsating pearl. Harry skillfully teased this sensitive spot, making her tremble. With each of her moans, the ground seemed to shake. "Yes, my love!" she gasped, her voice heavy with desire.

Harry continued, firmly gripping her ample hips with both hands as he savored her with his tongue. As her moans reached their peak, he realized he was witnessing an extraordinary climax.

She screamed, and suddenly the room turned black and white, except for Harry himself. The walls pulsated as sweet nectar filled his mouth.

"Guhhhh!" she exclaimed, and the entire room transformed into a surreal black and white, leaving only Harry's skin and hair in color. The walls seemed to pulsate as the thick, sweet nectar flooded his mouth, which he eagerly swallowed.

Suddenly, she sank into the bed, disappearing through the sheets and the floor, surprising Harry. The world remained colorless. Had he broken something?

"Hogwart?" Harry's voice trembled with justified concern, given the bizarre circumstances.

"My love. My Harry. Mine. Mine. Mine," she repeated, emerging from behind him, her eyes devoid of pupils. Next to her appeared a pair of cats, astounding Harry as they transformed into two more naked women with ample breasts.

"My Harry," they chorused in unison, and the room was still black and white. The two clones surrounded Harry, pushing him onto the bed.

"Mine. Mine."

One of the clones lay to Harry's right, grabbing his face and pulling it into a lustful, wet kiss, their tongues immediately intertwining. The other clone focused on sucking and tickling Harry's nipples, massaging his shoulders between her ample breasts. Pleasure engulfed him; he was pampered like never before.

However, the original Hogwart was determined to reciprocate. She spread Harry's legs, maneuvering between them. Her hands gripped his thighs as he felt her hot, wet mouth engulfing his cock.

"Mine. Mine. My Harry. My love. All mine. Forever." She seemed to lose herself, and Harry was equally lost. With her hot tongue circling his nipple and thousands of hungry kisses on his lips, Harry couldn't comment as Hogwart devoured his cock with unwavering dedication.

"The voices didn't cease, but Harry realized they didn't originate from either Hogwart or the clones. He opened his eyes and saw dozens of eyes on the ceiling, watching him, and mouths calling his name, claiming him as their own. 'My Harry.'

The sensation of her silken lips skillfully moving up and down his length, while her duplicates kissed and sucked him, was beyond description. Typically dominant, Harry was overwhelmed with ecstasy and humbled by Hogwart's sensual devotion. His castle's bride worshipped his cock, moaning on it like an experienced lover. He felt her hair tickling his thighs as she continued to pleasure him.

Harry nibbled the lip of the clone kissing him, and all three women moaned in unison. "Interesting," he remarked. He freed both hands from the clone's cheeks and slid them down to her breasts. He pinched her nipples, and all three girls emitted a sharp, pleasurable moan.

"Put your tits in my mouth," Harry managed to say, even as he quivered with pleasure.

Hogwart's clone eagerly complied, almost smothering him with her ample bosom. Harry took her nipple between his lips and let his tongue twirl and dance on it, sliding over it with professional speed and skill. Like the rest of her body, her breast was as sweet as ice cream.

The entire trio responded with delight, emitting lascivious squeals of pleasure as Harry continued to suck on the clone's breast. He licked, sucked, nibbled, and bit these soft mounds, testing her limits and preferences - but despite all his efforts, he found himself on the edge.

"Damn it, Hogwart," Harry groaned. "I'm about to come."

"Inside me!" she whispered. She abruptly got up, turned around, reached back, and guided Harry's cock between the lips of her pussy. She lowered herself onto him, and all four of them moaned loudly as her velvety interior surrounded Harry's cock, and her ass landed on his thighs with an erotic impact.

"Damn it," Harry moaned.

She lifted her hips and began to ride him, but Harry was already at the brink of his capabilities. He released thick ropes of pleasure inside her, feeling them leak and drip onto his leg and the bed.

"Ohh, Harry!" she exclaimed. "Harry! Mine!"

With that final cry, color suddenly returned to the room, as if a switch had been flipped, and the two clones disappeared for now. Harry let out a weak moan as he saw them go.

Hogwart stood up and turned around, smiling very humanly. "Now we are one," she said. "You are mine."

"You mentioned it a few times," Harry chuckled weakly.

She made a face that could have been a blush if her cheeks could naturally turn red. "I'm sorry if I frightened you. I lost control."

"Do I look frightened?" Harry said, his cock still at attention, soaked in their combined juices.

"I guess not," she said.

"So," Harry said, cracking his knuckles, "did I perform well?"

She smiled. "You did."

"So what was it with the walls? It looked like you got lost in there."

"On the contrary," she said, "when we make love like that, if there's genuine emotion involved, it makes me stronger. The trembling walls indicated the castle swelling with newfound power."

"Damn," Harry muttered. "Let's go for round two."

She chuckled joyfully. "I'm ready and eager to treat you like my woman anytime you desire, my love," she began. "However, for now, I can only handle so much growth. I'll be prepared for further power development after you bond with other girls and complete more missions, but from now on, it will be more gradual."

Harry nodded. "I understand," he said, getting up. He pulled her onto his lap and kissed her. She sighed happily in his embrace.

"I'm so glad you accepted me," she said. "I was worried you'd reject me. I know I'm... different from the others."

Harry shook his head. "Never. You're mine. That's all that matters."

She leaned in to kiss him again, sinking into his arms until he fell asleep once more. When he woke up, his castle bride was gone, but he could sense her presence around him, stronger than ever.

He got up and stretched. "Hogwart, are you there, love?"

"Always, my love. What's next in your plan?"

"We have a week until your portal powers recharge, right?" Harry asked.

"Yes, my love."

Harry cracked his neck. "Alright," he said, nodding, his mind focused on the next ambition. "Time to take the puppy to obedience school."

After recovering from an intense, romantic session with his eldritch castle, Harry asked Hogwart to have Padma wash up and send her to his room as soon as she was ready.

"What would you like her to wear?" Hogwart asked sweetly. "...My love," she added after a pause.

Harry shrugged. He didn't like the idea of Padma being some concubine dressed up and laid out in his bed for his pleasure, but he supposed this situation was somewhat similar. "Something comfortable for her. Let's start simple. Get Padma's input and create an outfit based on her, as best as you can."

"Of course, my love."

He sat down at his desk and took detailed notes about his first sexual encounter with Hogwart. Harry had developed a habit of recording everything that happened to keep track of his progress and ensure he didn't forget any critical details about his women, as their number continued to grow. He even created a makeshift calendar to track intimate sessions with each of them to avoid favoritism and justified jealousy among the girls. He knew it would be a problem if he wasn't meticulous.

As Harry finished the last line, he heard a gentle knock on the door. "Come in," he called out, but then he heard a click.

"I can't. The door is locked, Mr. Peverell!"

Harry smiled. It was the first time someone had addressed him that way. "Hogwart, can you open the door, darling?"

"Yes, my husband," she purred. "Oh," Harry chuckled, "I like that."

"I'm glad."

"Are you two flirting in there while I'm stuck outside!?" Padma's girlish voice protested with a whine.

Suddenly, the doors swung open dramatically, and there she stood. Harry stood up to greet her, feeling his pants tighten at the sight of the outfit she had apparently chosen with Hogwart's assistance.

Padma's long, white hair hung loosely down to her shoulders. She had matching white wolf paws on her hands and feet, extending up to her elbows and knees. She also had a large, fluffy white tail and adorably twitching dog ears of the same color. Her eyes were even bluer than Harry remembered.

She wore white lace panties and a matching bra. The panties were thongs, and Harry knew that at the first opportunity when he saw her from behind, he would have an incredible view of her perky backside. She was almost as petite as Tracey, but she had a more natural waistline, the kind you'd see on a runway model on Earth, whereas Tracey's waist was almost supernatural. Padma's breasts weren't as massive as Tracey's, Daphne's, or the bride from Hogwart, but they were on par with Myrtle's. Full handfuls, and there was nothing unappetizing about that.

Furthermore, she was wearing a collar and tugging on a chain leash. Her kinky appearance almost made Harry sigh. He thought he was still in the moments of clarity after the nut, but when his eyes consumed her charms, he found that his cock was already vying for control for the evening. Internally, he scolded himself for this impulse and tried to reboot his mental faculties, focusing on the goal of establishing the proper and ideal dynamic with Padma, one that would define their relationship in the future.

She caught him staring and tried not to smile, but her wagging tail betrayed her delight. She crossed her arms, deliberately pressing them together to create a beautiful cleavage valley and leaned on one hip. "Will you gawk like a pervert, or will you train me, Mr. Peverell?"

A purple tentacle emerged from the wall, holding disciplinary implements of two varieties – a multi-tailed flogger and a crop, which was like a horsewhip with a flat head, no lashes. Harry grinned.

"It looks like she needs some discipline, my husband," Hogwart murmured.

Padma's eyes widened as Harry picked up the crop and tossed it onto the bed for later. "What are you going to do with that?! Her tail stiffened, and her ears flicked back.

"Well, I think you just need a little attitude adjustment," Harry said. "But let's start with a warning."

Padma nodded. "What did I do wrong?"

"Calling your master a pervert when it's your night to be bound to him - does that sound like the perfect behavior of a self-proclaimed slave?" Harry asked.

She growled, but her tail wagged excitedly, hitting against the door behind her. She shook her head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Peverell."