Chapters 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 and 14 are already on Pa tr eon
If you would like to read the next chapters faster, see exclusive content, or support my work, please visit
Pat re on. c om(slash)wickedbunny(delete spaces)
The naked figure in the bed before him shifted and writhed, its skin pale but healthy in tone. Harry Potter couldn't help but notice that it was the most natural shade of skin he had seen since arriving at his new castle.
He paused, considering the thought of the castle being his, as he studied the exposed rear end of the catgirl, Tracey, who lay seductively spread out on the mattress.
"Isn't this my bed?" he asked, amused by her feline mewling. He could tell she was testing him, teasing him, and he wasn't going to be bottom in this interaction.
"It's our bed," she giggled.
"Is that so?" Harry raised his doubts.
"I've been sleeping here for a while, Master. I like this bed more than mine. I was hoping maybe you'd consider letting me stay." She rolled onto her side to face him, revealing her luxurious nudity. Harry couldn't help but notice her petite but well-formed body. Her stomach was toned, with the faint outline of a modest six-pack. Her breasts were much larger and softer than Myrtle's, with small pink nipples. Her legs were spread wide, revealing an inviting pussy with a well-groomed black pubic patch.
"But do you have a room?" Harry asked, already anticipating the answer.
"Maaaaybe," she replied, reaching down and spreading her pussy lips wide open. Harry's cock stiffened and jerked in his pants.
"But wouldn't it be nice to have access to me whenever you want?" she asked, rubbing her pussy lips up and down as if trying to convince him.
"I'm sure you'll spend a few nights here... Tracey, right?" Harry replied, nodding towards the central doors leading to the girls' bedrooms.
Tracey frowned, her lip curling in an exaggerated pout. "Don't leave this kitty out in the rain, Master." She began rubbing her pussy lips even more intensely as if trying to make him feel guilty for refusing her.
"I'm quite certain I already have access to you whenever I want," Harry shrugged.
She continued to moan softly, but Harry knew her tricks. "I'll see you around, Tracey," he said, leaving the room.
"Great. Anyway, I'll be sure to summon you when I need... ahem... pussy," Harry said, nodding towards Tracey's open femininity. "That was also a cat pun."
"Humph!" Tracey turned her head. "Turning me down. Nerve!"
She looked up at the ceiling as if searching for something - or someone. "I don't like it, Hogwarts!"
"Yes, you do," came a low, feminine voice, shaking the walls. "Don't lie, Tracey."
Tracey's pouty lip quivered as she gathered her lingerie from the floor beside the bed, looking back at Harry one last time. "Are you firing me?" she asked, clearly hoping he would say "no."
"Yes," Harry told her. "But don't worry. I can't wait to get to know you better."
Harry watched as she walked away, her cat tail waving but tense, as she went naked towards the door. Just as she opened it, she looked back at him playfully one last time, her cheeks reddened with a blush. "Pick me first," she said before closing the door. "Please."
Harry looked around the room, suddenly realizing that he would probably never be truly alone again. "Hogwarts, are you there?" he said. "Nice to meet you."
"Find me, Perevell Heir, under the stairs in the corner. It weakens me to speak to you here before the flame of our bond is ignited." Hogwarts's voice sounded warm but slightly detached from reality.
"I was told to wait until I bind myself to one of the girls or recruit another, so that's what I'll do," Harry said. "Hope that's okay."
There was a long pause, during which Harry settled on the bed and took off his work boots. He laughed, realizing that he was still wearing his rags, his robe soaked with his sweat. He checked under his arms, seeing how much he stank to these supernaturally hot girls. He failed the test, he needed to freshen up. How that was going to happen, he still didn't know, but he had a feeling he'd be provided for.
"Hurry up," Hogwarts's voice returned after such a long pause that Harry had already forgotten what it sounded like.
Harry nodded, heading to the bathroom to freshen up behind the drawn curtains. The soaps and lotions provided felt great on his skin, and he noticed that when he put them away, they were already replenished.
When Harry emerged from the bathroom, his clothes were neatly folded and smelled of incense and lavender. He decided not to question it for now, dressing and fixing his hair in the mirror. He walked down the central corridor until he reached the girls' room door.
"Daphne," he said, deciding she was probably the one who could help him the most, as she was the least bashful and most open to answers. He thought about summoning all three, but reconsidered. It was probably wise to get to know each of the girls in their own separate context first.
Soon the door opened. Daphne was huddled on her bed, sipping from a cup of red liquid that Harry guessed was some kind of blood. She looked at him, her black and red eyes shining with surprise.
"Did you choose me?" she asked in a soft whisper. "Master?" she added.
"I want to learn more about how to go on these missions and save other monstrous girls," Harry said. "Hogwart seemed to express some urgent need to me."
"Did you talk to her?" she asked in a hurry. "Only Tracey talks to her directly."
"Tracey was in the room when it happened the first time," Harry nodded. "But she still talked, albeit briefly, even after Tracey left."
Her expression turned to irritation. "Did Tracey try to seduce you?"
Harry laughed. "Yes, she gave it her all."
"So you resisted?" the vampire asked in astonishment, her black and red eyes wide open and her hand covering her gasping mouth.
"I'm not easily distracted or seduced," Harry said. "When it comes to matters like this, I'll be setting the tone. You'll get used to it quickly."
"Yes, Master," she said, nodding her head, putting down her book. She clasped her hands together in a prayer-like gesture, looking at him. "I'm so happy you're here, Master," she added. She patted the bed, inviting him to sit next to her. Harry took up the invitation and sat down on the mattress. It was just as soft and comfortable as his own, but not as big.
"And why are you so happy to see me?" Harry asked.
"It's your magic," she trembled, looking at him. "It's so powerful. I've never felt a human presence like I feel yours. It's so... dominant. Inevitable."
Harry studied the vampire, processing her completely as she spoke. He nodded, clearly understanding what she meant. She had mentioned it before. She knew he had a strong will and didn't shy away from the role of the master of this castle. She wanted to be controlled and possessed. He practically saw it written on every trembling glance she gave him.
Harry Potter asked, pressing on, "So how do these missions work?"
Daphne blinked a few times, trying to refocus on the original point of their conversation. "Right," she said, with audible tremors. "Tracey is the person to talk to when you're ready. Only she has the power to open portals. Normally, catgirls can only move back and forth, but thanks to Perevell's magic and Hogwarts' core, Tracey can redirect her powers through Hogwarts as a conduit, creating a portal in the courtyard and sending you to the strongest interdimensional signature vibrating at the frequency we're looking for."
"It sounds complicated," Harry noted, not understanding the handful of words she threw at him.
"It's something," she giggled. "You'll figure it out, I'm sure."
Harry frowned at her as a certain thought came to mind. "There is one problem, though. I just released Tracey from my room. It wouldn't be wise for me to crawl back to her and beg for a favor a few moments later."
Daphne smiled, her fang eagerly poking out. "So, saving another monster girl is currently out of the question. If you want to earn your first Keeper level and help Hogwarts, there's only one other way."
Harry nodded, smiling and scanning her up and down. "Then I think I'm exactly where I want to be."
She looked at him with hope, chewing on her lower lip sweetly. Her red irises glowed hot against the black hardness of her eyes as she drilled holes in him with her molten gaze. "Master," she said, almost a whisper, pulling at the straps of her top to demonstrate her readiness. "I'm yours to command."
"Yes," Harry agreed. "You are. Let's start testing the waters, shall we? Kneel before me - right after you take off your clothes."
Harry watched with bated breath as the sultry and submissive vampire girl obediently rose from the bed, leaving him sitting alone on it. She crossed herself before him. Her face had a fixed expression as if she saw a golden opportunity in front of her and was determined not to screw it up.
Standing before him, Daphne crossed her arms to lift her black top, raising it over her head, leaving herself completely topless and exposed. Her soft, pale breasts were once again shown to him - delicate mounds that practically begged him to take them in his hands to massage and suck, but he resisted, allowing her to continue her little striptease.
Chapters 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13 and 14 are already on Pa tr eon
If you would like to read the next chapters faster, see exclusive content, or support my work, please visit
Pat re on. c om(slash)wickedbunny(delete spaces)