Interplane ch.22

"Come here," he said, reaching out his hand.

She nodded and cautiously stepped forward, her ears still folded in a display of submission. As she approached him about a meter away, she grabbed the chain of her leash and quietly placed it in his hands.

"Would you like to go for a walk?" Harry asked.

She nodded in agreement, her breath heavy with feverish excitement, and her bushy tail wagged and knocked books off the nightstand. Apparently, she didn't even notice, which made Harry roll his eyes as he bent down to pick them up.

"Take the dog for a walk, darling. I'll clean up here."

Harry got up again. "Thanks, love," he said. His eyes focused back on his lovely werewolf girl. "Are you ready?" he asked her.

She nodded happily, a big smile on her face. Harry returned the smile but kept the crop in his free hand, just in case. She definitely noticed that, and throughout the journey up the stairs and through the castle corridors, she was exceptionally well-behaved.

He led her to the courtyard and let go of the leash. "What do you want to do?" he asked. "You told me during Tracey's silly game that you wanted me to train you. What did you mean?"

"You can train me later," she said. "Let's play!" She got down on all fours and started running around the courtyard in small but wild circles, in a full-blown case of zoomies.

"Hogwart, can I get a ball?" Harry asked. Padma immediately perked up.

"A ball?"

A bright red ball was placed in Harry's hands by a tentacle that emerged from the ground beneath his feet. He examined the ball, squeezing it and feeling its weight. It was rubbery but didn't smell like rubber. He tossed it a few times, catching it each time. Padma's eyes obsessively followed the ball with every throw, her head bobbing up and down to keep it in sight.

"Fetch!" he shouted, throwing the ball high above her head. Padma jumped - surprisingly high, maybe ten feet in the air, but she just missed it. After landing, she sprinted to catch the ball as it rolled under a bush. She buried her face in the shrub, and all Harry could see was her perfectly tight ass wriggling as she searched for her toy.

Eventually, she retrieved the ball and held it in her jaws, running towards him on all fours. Then, she jumped up on her hind legs, placing her front paws on his shoulder and pushed the ball into his face. He caught it but tugged on it, and she didn't let go.

He pulled harder, but she furrowed her brows and growled. "Do you want me to take it or not?" Harry said. She nodded, the ball still in her mouth. "Then drop it," he commanded.

She growled and released the ball onto the ground. "Am I a bad dog?!"

"Alright, for the first lesson, when I tell you to drop something, you absolutely must drop it. I don't want to play tug-of-war with you over the ball every time we play fetch," Harry said.

She nodded, sulking. "But I like tug-of-war."

"We can play tug-of-war when we play tug-of-war. Not when we're fetching," Harry replied, glancing at the crop in his hands. "This might be a good opportunity to test out this little toy," he added.

Her eyes widened. Padma's tail wagged enthusiastically, but she seemed genuinely nervous, perhaps even a bit excited. "What should I do, Mr. Peverell?" Harry ordered her. She nodded restlessly, then trotted over to a granite bench. Her legs were straight, but she bent over and lifted her tail, placing her elbows on the seat. Her bare cheeks were wonderfully exposed to him. Padma's bushy tail wagged as she moaned, preparing for the impact.

"One," Harry counted, allowing the leather strands of the crop to strike her buttocks with a delightfully perverse sound. She moaned, and her body shivered from the first strike. "We'll start with three lashes so you can get a taste of it."

"Alright," she said. "Yes, Mr. Peverell. Make me a good dog!"

"Two," Harry counted as the second lash hit her back, making her cheeks redder. He noticed her slit leaking into her panties. She was already enjoying this a bit too much. "Hmmm."

"What's wrong?" she asked, her voice high and trembling. "Don't stop! Make me a good puppy! I want to be a good little dog!"

Harry massaged the red marks on her buttocks but let his thumb trace the lace of her panties, soaking them in her juices. "You're wet," he chuckled. "This really doesn't work as a punishment."

"You noticed."

"It's hard not to notice," Harry said, watching her juices trickle down the inside of her thighs. His own pants were already wet with precum. "It suits me, though, because I didn't really want to do anything that could hurt you."

"Then... let it be my reward," she suggested, hoping in her voice.

Harry considered it. "You know what, that might work. I'm a fan of positive reinforcement anyway, but it has to be balanced with some negative as well."

"What do you mean, Mr. Peverell?" She wiggled her butt as Harry continued massaging the welts on her buttocks. Her skin was smooth and delightfully warm to the touch.

"Other girls seemed to hate the idea of being separated from me. So... if you're disobedient, I'll give you a time-out," he explained.

She gasped. "Away from you?!"

"Yes, that's the idea. And instead, I'll play with one of the other girls during that time."

"That bitch!" She scowled.

Harry chuckled. "With whom?"

"The hypothetical bitch you'll be playing with instead of me!" Her voice turned into a high, adorable growl. "I promise to be good, Mr. Peverell!"

"In that case, I'll reward you for your promise," Harry said, chuckling. Padma moaned, her voice full of need, as he grabbed and pulled down the strap of her lacy white panties, letting them fall to the ground. She stepped out of them but remained in position, elbows on the bench, her rear in the air, her pussy practically at the level of his cock.

"What are you going to do?" she asked in a hushed tone. Harry placed his hand back on her behind and felt her heartbeat even from there.

He slipped both hands around her waist and lifted her up as if she were a puppy. Then he turned her and placed her standing in front of him. "I'll let you ride me," he smiled.

She bit her lip. "Oh, fuck." Padma quickly reached behind and unclasped her bra, letting it fall from her. Her breasts looked larger without the bra, with pale nickel-sized nipples that seemed as if they hadn't been sucked on for a day in her life. "Can we do it on the grass?"

Harry nodded. "Works for me." He lay on his back on the grass and allowed her to be the one to extract his cock from his pants.

"Oh my fucking God!" she squealed when she saw it. "It's so thick!"

Harry chuckled at the choice of adjective. "I'll make sure to put it on a diet."

"Don't you fucking dare," she ordered, climbing onto him. With two delicate fingers, she spread her entrance open, and with one hand, she gripped his shaft and introduced it into her spread, wet hole.

Harry Potter felt his cock sink into her depths as she lowered her hips onto his lap. It wasn't an easy task for her buttocks to settle on his cock without hurting her delicate body. But once she was arranged, she slowly slid up and down, his manhood gliding sweetly between her slick walls, and her breasts bouncing with each motion. He grabbed each breast in turn, squeezing them and pinching her nipples. She gasped and moaned, her eyes tightly closed.

She moaned like a porn star as she rode him, using all four limbs to push up, only to slam back down onto him, forcing him to enter her with every thrust. The sound of their lovemaking was a symphony of sweet noises: painful growls, cries of pleasure, sighs, the thuds of her sweaty ass against his thighs. They made love like mad rabbits in spring, and their passion was unmatched.

After a few minutes, she leaned forward, pressing her chest to his and running her tongue across his face, moaning and panting into his mouth. He tried to reciprocate her feelings, sucking on her neck and nibbling her ear and shoulder, leaving marks and other traces on her body.

She rode him as if he were the last man on Earth, until he was ready to release himself deep inside her hot, silky pussy. Padma screamed to the heavens, clutching his arms around her, squeezing and tightening her sex around his cock as if it were her only true calling. When she climaxed, she leaned forward, resting her forehead on his shoulder, breathing heavily and licking his cheek with desire and affection in equal measure. He ran his hands through her white hair, stroking her head and rubbing behind her ears. But he wasn't finished yet.

Padma could barely move, even though she was on top, so Harry had to be the strong one, pushing and thrusting his hips into her pussy to detach himself. He rubbed her clit with his free hand as he thrust into her, eliciting her wild moans once again, and soon he shot load after load deep into her pussy, filling her womb with his seed and making her little belly quiver. Exhausted, they lay next to each other on the grass, both panting.

"Wow," Padma said. "That was intense."

"Definitely," Harry agreed. "Will you be a good puppy?"

"The best," she promised.

"Good," Harry said. "Because you won't get this again if you try to take the ball from me when we're playing fetch."

She whimpered and kicked her legs in protest, even as she licked his cheek and neck. "Okay, Mr. Perevell. I'll do my best."

Harry pulled her closer, laying her back on him, not for sex but for an embrace. She relaxed and almost immediately fell asleep on his chest, emitting a soft purr of contentment. "Good girl," he said, gently stroking her. "Good girl."

Tracey, Myrtle, and Daphne emerged from behind the bush. "See!? I told you, damn it!" Tracey said. "He was just playing with her, giving her spankings and fucking."

"I regret losing that stupid fucking game, Tracey," Myrtle muttered, her face so stormy that Harry worried she might blot out the sun or make the doll spin in his head.

Even Daphne looked annoyed. "Master, I would like to request equal time with you."

Harry Potter laughed, still petting Padma, who was snoring against his chest. "What do you mean?"

"You know you haven't even fucked me yet?!" Myrtle yelled. "Oh my God! Am I the least favorite?! Am I the worst girl?!"

"Definitely not," Harry said. "But Myrtle, you're right. I'll try to deal with the boggarts later. Maybe you can join me, and Myrtle, you can spend time with me tomorrow."

"Why not tonight?" she pouted.

Tracey sighed. "Because Padma has him all day, remember?"

"Fuckin' A," Daphne muttered under her breath. "She'll be soaked in his cum by the end... it's not fair."

Harry glanced at her. "Really, Daphne. I didn't expect this from you, especially."

She looked at him with dead eyes and whimpered. "I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd hear that. Your senses must have improved lately. My apologies, Master! I know!" Her eyes darted to the whip, pointing at it feverishly, her index finger trembling. "Whip me! I deserve punishment, Master! Please!"

"Humph!" Tracey laughed haughtily. "Not a bad fuckin' attempt."

"You'll all have your turn," Harry promised. "After we deal with the boggarts. Maybe we'll make a game out of it – each boggart caught and killed equals one guaranteed hour spent with me over the next few days." The eyes of all three girls literally lit up as they looked at each other, exchanging glances. "Agreed," Tracey said first. "See you later, suckers!" The black catgirl took off.

"Damn it!" Daphne shouted. "I'm outta here! Good luck, Myrtle! You'll need it!" With those words, Daphne turned into a red mist and flew back to the castle.

Myrtle looked at Harry, crossed her arms, frowned, and said, "I'm a little embarrassed to admit it, but I really feel neglected. I hope you'll take my virginity tomorrow." She blushed, turned her gaze away from him in embarrassment, and raised her hands to her face to hide the blush on her cheeks. Then she disappeared.

Harry sighed, scratching Padma behind the ears and gazing up at the gloomy Badlands sky. "Another day at the castle.