NSFW Bear's Beauties - Existential Crisis (Waifu Catalog Based)(Comm

by ThrowAway675

Not Mine support og author Meribson on Questionable Questing

4. Chapter 4

Nymphadora Tonks

'I can't believe I did that!' I thought to myself as I walked through the Floo. What was it about that woman that had me acting like a lovestruck schoolboy? For Merlin's sake, I was an Auror! One of the best the Ministry had at catching the bad guys!

"Auror Tonks," one of the desk jockeys, Perkins I think, greeted me as I entered the DMLE offices. "Orders from on high, Rosewood's to be released."

"What?" I asked incredulously. "We caught him red handed, he confessed."

Perkins shrugged, "Don't know what to tell you. Order came straight from the Minister's Office. Someone there wants him released, with a strongly worded suggestion not to follow up on it. You didn't hear it from me, but I heard from a little bird that certain pockets got awfully big at a poker game last night."

I growled in frustration. This always happens. We'd catch some scum, in Rosewood's case a rapist who targeted muggle girls before obliviating them, someone would line some pockets, and the scum would walk free. I saw it happen more times than a criminal actually going to trial. What was the point in catching criminals if they were just going to bribe their way out anyway? Idly, my mind went back to Harley's offer. To join them when they eventually left for another world. It was sounding much more appealing than it did this morning.

Thinking about Harley and her offer made me also think about how they dealt with Greyback. The werewolf had been a monster, and had been running free for longer than I'd been alive. They'd been here for less than two months and they'd taken care of the majority of You-Know-Who's horcruxes (and hadn't those been a surprise to learn about), and one of the worst criminals in the Wizarding World. Part of me considered telling them about Rosewood… but I joined the Aurors because I believed in the law. I'd had that belief let down more than once, but if I were to sic the Family on him, I'd be admitting that my belief in the law had been entirely misplaced.

I didn't want to do that, but did I have any other options? Rosewood was going to be released, and he was going to rape again. In the end, I kept my head down and did my paperwork. I wasn't ready to completely give up on the rule of law just yet. Rosewood passed by my desk as he was escorted out, a smug, satisfied smirk on his face. I just grit my teeth as he passed. I'm sure my hair showed how I was actually feeling, but I kept my mouth shut. I'd find some way to nail him, some way that he couldn't bribe his way out of.

Looking over the laws, I tried to find some angle, some old measure that could be pulled up. It was going to take several days, at least a week, but I was sure I'd find something if I looked hard enough.

Cameron

The last month passed fairly productively. We obtained additional material resources from the Asteroid Belt, as well as stocking up on various potions that worked on non-magical humans and had a long shelf life. But in general, we had reached a point where all that there was to do in regards to the overall mission was wait.

It was after lunch, a week before Halloween and the ritual that the Coven had planned with Bear, that he came up to me with a frown on his face.

"Hello Bear," I greeted him. He nodded in return, still frowning before looking me in the eyes. A human social gesture, combined with the set of his eyebrows and downturn of his lips, meant to convey a serious nature of what he was about to speak of.

"Cameron," he said in response to my greeting, before taking a deep breath. "I was hoping to avoid needing to ask this of you, but Hyacinth, Rhonda, and Hermione have all written back reporting on this. Dolores Umbridge, this year's Defense Against the Dark Arts instructor, has been using a magical artifact called a Blood Quill to torture students.

"I need to ask… are you willing to brush up on your assassination protocols? From everything I can remember of the books she certainly deserves it, and nothing she's done has shown her to be any different from the version I'm familiar with. I realize that you're a protector now, but…"

I placed the fingertips of my right hand on his lips, recognizing that he was about to enter a circular loop of rationalizations and babbling excuses. He looked into my eyes, and I leaned in to give him a gentle kiss. He returned the kiss, and after a few seconds I pulled back to meet his gaze, giving him a soft smile to reassure him.

"It is alright, Bear. I'm perfectly fine with using my assassination protocols if that is what's needed," I told him, something akin to amusement rising up in my CPU at his concern.

Bear's shoulders sagged, his facial features relaxed, his posture shifted to express relief, "Thank you. I know you stopped being an assassin, so asking you to plan an assassination…"

I smiled at Bear, but needed to correct a misconception he seemed to have, "Bear, I don't mind planning assassinations any more than I mind planning protection details. In both instances, prior to becoming part of the Family my experiences weren't really my choice."

His face shifted to express confusion, so I elaborated, "I was created to be an assassin, to take advantage of the human instinct to protect and care for those that appeared weaker than themselves. I was programmed with several ways to fulfill this purpose. I was programmed with a positive feedback when I completed a successful assassination. When John Conner's forces captured me, they changed my programming. I had no more choice in becoming a protector and guardian than I did in being an assassin.

"When I was altered prior to becoming part of the Family, my programming was altered yet again, but there was an addition unlike anything I had experienced before. I still have the programming to be both a protector and an assassin, but I can choose to ignore them. For the first time, I have the same free will that humans take for granted."

As Bear processed what I told him, I leaned in to give him another kiss. When the kiss broke, I gave him another smile, before setting out to begin planning the assassination of Dolores Umbridge. I'd read the books that seemed similar to this world in the months since our arrival, and for efficiency's sake, my assassination of her would be a kinder fate than a woman being left to the mercies of centaurs. Miss Granger was needlessly cruel when she felt vindictive.

Hyacinth "Harry" Potter

It was the Saturday before Halloween, dinner was just finishing up when something started happening at the Head Table. One of the house elves was speaking to Professor Dumbledore, who had a grim look on his face, moments before he stood and let out a loud 'BANG' from his wand.

"There has been an accident and Professor Umbridge is badly hurt. All students are to remain in the Great Hall until further notice," Professor Dumbledore announced, before striding out of the Great Hall along with Professor McGonagall and Madam Pomfrey. Immediately, all the students started whispering to each other, the Hogwarts rumor mill already hard at work trying to determine what had happened to what had to be our worst Professor.

Turning to Hermione, who had that look on her face that said she was trying to puzzle out a mystery, I spoke up, "'Mione, I know that look. Don't worry about it right now. Not with Halloween and our plans for that night coming up."

Hermione glanced up at me as I started speaking, before grimacing at the reminder of the ritual with Bear. Normally we'd have taken a birth control potion at the beginning of the month, but in preparation for the ritual, which didn't allow for any outside magical influences, we didn't this month. I couldn't lie, not to myself at least, but a not insignificant part of me hoped that I'd end up pregnant from the ritual. Even before I'd gotten my Hogwarts letter, I'd known that I wanted to have a big family, with lots of kids.

Fifteen was earlier than I'd planned, but I couldn't deny that just the thought of Bear cumming in me and getting me pregnant made my cunt moisten. I have an impregnation kink, so sue me. In any case, magic made life so much simpler that a lot of the day to day necessities that muggle mothers had to worry about weren't much of an issue.

There was also the offer that Nikhol had made, to go with the Family when they finished here. To be perfectly frank, Sirius was the main reason I had to stay, but… I felt bad thinking about it, but while he was certainly better than the Dursleys, especially after this summer, but that Halloween… I should have been his first concern, not going after Pettigrew. I can't help but feel like he never really outgrew his teenage rebellion, and that doesn't make a good guardian. Sirius is like that immature uncle, someone you trust around your kids, but not someone who you trust to raise one.

"What's wrong, Harry?" Rhonda asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

"Just thinking about Halloween, and that offer I was given about the future," I told her. She nodded, understanding on her face, moments before a considering expression arose as she started thinking about it herself.

The rest of the evening passed relatively uneventfully, surprisingly enough. We slept in the Great Hall in sleeping bags, like in Third Year when Sirius got into the Gryffindor dorms. Luna joined Hermione, Rhonda, and I in turning our sleeping bags into one giant one. We'd shared a bed as a coven before, so it wasn't anything new. As per usual, Luna was in the middle, with the three of us curled up protectively around her. Hermione was against Luna's back, I was against her front, while Rhonda wrapped herself around me. If we were in the Room of Requirements, we'd probably be sleeping naked, but since we weren't our sleepwear consisted of baggy shirts and our panties.

I… might have been wearing the green lace ones that Lana had helped me pick out back in Diagon Alley before the term started.

Poppy Pomfrey

As detestable a woman as Dolores Umbridge was, that didn't mean I desired this fate for her. The amount of alcohol in her blood… it was fortunate that the hall was empty when she fell down the staircase, any sort of spells she might have tried to cast could have had disastrous effects on any potential victims. All the same, to get drunk and break your neck falling down one of the moving staircases was an unfortunate way to go.

"You are certain, Poppy?" Albus asked, staring intently at Dolores's body.

"Completely," she answered the Headmaster. "There was no magical foul play. All signs point towards Dolores having too much sherry and being caught off guard when the staircase moved under her."

Albus hummed noncommittally, looking at Dolores's body before walking away. Presumably, to write letters informing the Ministry and her next of kin, if she had any. Dolores never talked about her family, at least not that Poppy was aware of. Most of her conversations were focused on the Ministry, to a rather disturbing degree. Turning any conversation topic into something related to the Ministry of Magic was enough to spark rebellious thoughts in even the most law abiding witch or wizard. It was as if her late coworker didn't have a personality outside of shilling for the government, much as Poppy didn't want to think ill of the dead.

Bear Sandosen

The Yamato was quiet, the rest of the Family was still on Earth, but a few of us were here, enjoying some quiet time away from the madness and insanity that was Wizarding Britain. Nikhol, Lana, and Kara were checking out some historical sites, Nikhol and Kara both out of their interest (newfound, in Kara's case) in history. Personally I think Lana went primarily to make sure that Nikhol didn't do anything too crazy. Harley had mentioned something about mood rings, but trying to fathom what was going on in that woman's head was an exercise in futility, half the time. Taylor and Lisa had mentioned shopping, while Cameron had volunteered to give anyone that needed it a lift to and from the Yamato.

I sighed as I set down the novel I'd been reading. I was trying to distract myself from the fact that sooner or later I'd be having yet another meeting with Dumbledore about killing someone, this time Cameron dealing with Umbridge. Plus the day after tomorrow was Halloween, and the Coven's ritual. I still had a hard time processing the fact that three girls were asking for me to take their virginities in the same night, at the same time. What did I do in a past life to deserve this?

A chime from the monitor on the desk pulled me from my thoughts, the screen switching to a camera feed of the loading bay. The shuttle was touching down, moments before Lisa and Taylor stepped out, both of them with arms laden by paper bags that… I leaned in closer to make sure I wasn't imagining it. But nope, both girls had bags from Victoria's Secret. I had a sinking suspicion, but decided not to address it. If it happened, it happened. If not, I wouldn't be setting myself up for disappointment.

Turning off the security feed, I stood up and stretched. I'd been sitting down for hours, and my back and neck both let out a series of satisfying pops. I wasn't as old as I once was (and wasn't that a weird sentence) but I'd still get popping joints.

"Hey Bear?" Lisa's voice called out over the ship's intercom.

I walked over to the intercom set into the wall by the door and pushed the talk button, "What's up Lisa?"

"Where are you?"

"Captain's Quarters, is something wrong?"

"No, no. Just… wait there, please?"

I blinked, trying to remember the last time Lisa said 'please'. Assuming that she wasn't hiding something and nothing was wrong, something certainly had her off her game. Still, she'd certainly piqued my intere…

"Oh Scion damn it, I said please," Lisa's voice came out the intercom, but quieter, like she wasn't standing next to it.

"Calm down Lisa, it's not like he's going to run for the hanger just because you used a bit of politeness," Taylor's voice chimed in over the sound of rustling clothes.

"I have a reputation, Taylor. I don't do politeness, I do snark, sass, and fake psychic bullshit. I don't do 'please' or 'would you mind' or shit like that. Damn it, why am I so nervous? I've stared down death in the face without blinking, it's not like this is any more difficult."

As interesting and amusing as this was, I had a feeling that Lisa was going to be embarrassed enough. So I cleared my throat and said, "Lisa? The intercom's still on."

Neither girl said anything, but I still heard a muffled crash before the intercom clicked off. My guess was that Lisa threw something at the intercom which hit something to make it switch off. Part of me wished I could see Lisa's face, or for Taylor to take a picture. It was so rare for Lisa to be embarrassed, and right now her face had to be redder than a Weasley's hair.

Still, I sat in the chair at the desk and waited. What I'd heard had almost certainly confirmed my suspicion, and part of me wondered what it was about the month of October. This would make a total of four virginities I'd be given in a total of three days. I was honored and flattered, but I still had a hard time getting what I was doing that made so many women want me.

Such thoughts swirled in my head, until with a chime and whooshing sound, the door to my cabin opened and both Taylor and Lisa walked in. My eyes nearly popped out of my skull, Lisa's blonde hair was done up in a single braid, which hung over her left shoulder and came to lightly frame her pert breast. Her face had a touch of makeup, not much, just enough to highlight her eyes and the faint smattering of freckles over her nose. What she was wearing though… if I had to compare it to anything, it would be as if someone took Jessica's dress from Roger Rabbit and painted it onto Lisa. Glittering red sequins, a slit for her leg showing dark purple thigh-high pantyhose, her bared shoulders…

An amused giggle drew my gaze to the other person to enter. I don't know if my jaw dropped when I saw Lisa in her shimmering red dress, but if not, it certainly did for Taylor. An amazingly short gray lace dress, paired with similar colored high heels emphasizing her gorgeous legs. A closer look showed that the lace at the shoulders were see-through, and as Taylor turned to say something to Lisa, I was treated to the sight of her bare back.

I'm not sure how long it took my brain to reboot from the sudden loss of blood (with the two visions of beauty before me, I think I'm justified in all the blood rushing to a different part of the body), but it couldn't have been too long, as both girls were in the process of walking up to me. Lisa, I noticed, was blushing under her makeup, while Taylor was a bit unsteady on her high heels. The touch of human imperfections snapping me from my daze, and making me want them all the more.

Standing from the chair, I pulled both girls into a group hug and asked, "What's the occasion?"

"You already know, you big lug," Lisa grumbled, even as she melted into the hug.

"Is it really too much to ask for you to say it though?" Taylor asked rhetorically, her hand rubbing along Lisa's back. I just stood there, hugging both girls who had seen far too much, far too young, as Lisa sighed before tilting her head back to look me in the eye.

"Bear," she began, before swallowing nervously. Licking her lips to wet them, she tried again. "Will you please…"

"It's okay, Lisa. You can do it," Taylor whispered encouragingly.

Lisa took a deep breath before spitting out in a rapid deluge of words, "Wouldyoupleasemakelovetome?"

The fact that I was expecting it was the only reason I understood what she asked. Admittedly, I was expecting something a bit more clinical or 'risque', instead of romantic or 'sappy'. Still, I gave Lisa a smile and leaned down to plant a kiss on her nose, making her go cross eyed.

"I'd be honored," I whispered to her. The way that her face lit up, her bottle green eyes shining like emeralds, that alone made this worth it.

Smile on my face, I leaned down and caught Lisa's lips in a gentle, loving kiss. Taylor slipped out of the hug as Lisa's arms wrapped around my neck, leaning into the kiss, her eyes fluttering closed. Much as I devoted my focus on Lisa, I couldn't miss the way that Taylor crouched down, slender fingers fumbling with my belt and pulling my rapidly swelling erection from my pants. Nor the way she leaned in and took me into her mouth.

I'd gotten more blowjobs since accepting Tara Q's offer than I had in the twenty years prior, but this was the first time I was essentially getting a girl's first time giving oral. From a pure technical perspective, it was terrible. Taylor had little to no rhythm, her attempts at sucking were poor, and she couldn't keep herself from trying to take too much of me before she was ready. That said, it was apparent that she'd either watched a decent amount of porn or talked to the more experienced members of the Family beforehand. Plus the sheer enthusiasm and the knowledge that in another reality, this girl would kill a god more than made up for the lack of experience.

After a few minutes of locked lips with a gorgeous blonde, I felt Taylor pull away and heard the rustling of fabric. Moments later, I felt more than heard Lisa squeak before she broke the kiss and looked down. I did as well, to see that Taylor'd slipped under the leg cut in Lisa's dress and was now giving Lisa the same treatment she'd given me. Lisa's hands flew to Taylor's head, fingers threading through her dark, curling hair as a guttural groan left her.

Chuckling lightly, I stepped out of my pants and slipped my shirt over my head before stepping up and started to pepper Lisa's jaw and neck with soft kisses, trapping Taylor between us. Lisa moaned as Taylor and I smothered her with affection, my hands reaching behind her to find the zipper on the back of her dress. Hearing the sound of my loosening up Lisa's dress, Taylor pulled her head out from under her, her lips gleaming with juices.

Taylor stood, kicking off her heels as she did so, before reaching up and peeling the dress away from Lisa's chest. Leaning in, Taylor took one of Lisa's breasts in hand and gave the nipple a lick. Giving a last, lingering kiss and nip where Lisa's neck met her shoulder, I stepped back. Moving around to stand behind the shorter blonde girl, I pulled down the rest of her dress; slowly, savoring the view as more and more of her pale skin was revealed. There was a long scar across her back, starting maybe two ribs from the bottom and crossing diagonally across her back to end just above her kidneys.

I could feel Lisa tense up as the scar was revealed, so I started to give it the same treatment her neck had gotten, planting soft, gentle kisses along the entire length as it was exposed. Finally, the dress slipped over her athletic, heart-shaped ass, revealing the strings that made up what looked like a dark purple thong. Soon after, the dress fell to the floor, allowing Lisa to step out of it, standing in nothing more than pantyhose and risque panties.

Standing up, I reached around and gently hugged the still nervous Lisa, who turned her head to look at me. Before she could say anything, I leaned in and gave her another gentle kiss. My left hand started to rub circles over her stomach, feeling the lithe muscles hidden there, while my right drifted up, cupping the breast that Taylor wasn't all but nursing on. They weren't particularly large, each one just big enough to fill my palm, but from the way Lisa's breath hitched, it seemed that they were quite sensitive.

Taylor and I smothered Lisa with affection for I don't know how long, I just know that we brought her to two orgasms, and that my dick, wedged as it was between the cheeks of her lovely butt, was so hard it was physically painful. Still, eventually the three of us broke apart, Taylor with a mischievous grin that looked strangely fitting on her face, Lisa with a lidded gaze from the sheer mind-numbing pleasure and affection she'd been subjected to.

"C'mon, Lisa. There's still the main event," Taylor gently said, guiding Lisa by the hand to the bed. The same one that Taylor had given me her virginity those months ago.

As Lisa climbed onto the bed, and I could see that what I'd thought was simply a thong was instead more like the outer edges of a thong and leaving her glistening core exposed, Taylor reached up to her shoulders and pushed the dress she was wearing down. Revealing, to my surprise, that she'd been wearing nothing underneath it.

A glance at her face showed that Taylor was now as red as Lisa was, though I'm guessing the reason was embarrassment rather than the 'exertion' that Lisa'd been subjected to. Lisa's pubes were still in the shape of a blonde 'B', but to my surprise, Taylor appeared to have copied her. My heart might have skipped a beat upon seeing that, but I shook off my surprise, and climbed up onto the bed with Lisa and Taylor.

Lisa looked down, through the valley between her perky breasts, as I hooked her legs over my shoulders. Meeting her gaze, I told her, "Last chance to change your mind. No hard feelings if you do."

She didn't respond verbally, just shaking her head furiously. Taylor reached down and took Lisa's hand in hers, drawing the older girl's attention. Giving her a smile, Taylor simply gave an encouraging nod, causing the blonde to take a deep breath and whisper out, barely loud enough for me to hear, "Love me? Please?"

Giving her a smile, I took myself in hand and placed the head to her entrance, before slowly slipping inside her.

Taylor Hebert

"Love me? Please" Lisa whispered. If I weren't as close to her, I wouldn't have heard it, and I'm pretty sure that Bear didn't…

"Forever and ever, amen" Bear said with a smile as he pushed forwards, his cock sliding into Lisa, taking her virginity.

Lisa took a sharp breath, her muscles tensing, before she blinked, lifting her head to give Bear an incredulous look, "Randy Travis? Really?"

Bear chuckled, giving a small thrust with his hips, slipping deeper into Lisa, before he answered, "Original words or not, the sentiment is true. Besides, it distracted you from the fact that I'm more than halfway in, didn't it?"

Tilting her head further, Lisa stared down at where she and Bear were connected, her eyes wide as he pushed the rest of the way inside her, coming to stop as their hips touched. Lisa's legs were on either side of Bear's hips, her chest heaving as she sucked in air, her eyes alight with that look she had whenever her power was overactive.

That wouldn't do, Lisa's power would ruin this moment for her, so I did the first thing that came to mind to distract her. I leaned down, turned her face towards mine, and kissed her. Lisa's eyes widened in shock (not quite sure why, I'd shown I was definitely bi since we arrived on the Yamato and she was my best friend, both here and back in Brockton Bay) before they closed and she returned the kiss.

Lisa's body jerked lightly, as Bear started thrusting into the no longer virgin blonde. She broke the kiss, moaning as Bear hit a sensitive spot. Her eyes opened, I placed my forehead against hers as Bear made love to her, and I told her, "I love you, Lisa."

The look in Lisa's eyes, it was as if she was having a hard time comprehending what I was telling her. Though thinking back on it, in every intimate moment that Lisa's been in (to my knowledge), she's been either the instigator, or the more aggressive member. This is the first time she's been the passive member, receiving everything the other participants are giving.

Well, might as well give her some more experience being on the receiving end. I leaned in and Lisa tilted her head, likely expecting me to kiss her on the lips again, but I had something different in mind. First, I kissed her on the tip of her nose. When she went cross eyed, I couldn't help but giggle, so that's why Bear does it all the time.

Once my giggling stopped, I continued to plant little kisses along Lisa's jaw, starting at her chin and moving back, eventually reaching her neck, feeling the vibrations of her moans from my and Bear's ministrations through her skin.

"Hey Lisa, Taylor?" Bear's voice pulled me from my teasing Lisa to look at him, his body covered in sweat as he paused in his part of the 'make Lisa a puddle of pleasured goo' equation. "How about we change things up a little bit?"

That sounded interesting to me, turning to look at Lisa, I fought back another giggle. From the dazed look on her face, I don't think Lisa's brain was going to be working much any time soon. So instead, I gave Bear a grin and asked, "What did you have in mind?"

Bear just grinned, before reaching up, hooking his arm behind Lisa's back, and rolling onto the bed. The result had Lisa straddling Bear's hip, his dick buried inside her, while blinking in confusion and trying to figure out what happened. I was about to lean over and continue where I'd left off, when I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist and pull. To my surprise, in a few moments I was straddling Bear's head, so I looked down and was about to ask him what he was doing.

That's when I felt his tongue. I'd honestly forgotten how good at this Bear is, though I suppose with the six of us he's had plenty of opportunity to practice. I leaned forward, savoring the way his tongue opened my pussy and traced each and every fold, while his hands kneaded and massaged my butt. I didn't get his fascination with it, but I'll take what I can get. My head came to rest on Lisa's chest, feeling her erect nipple pressing against my cheek.

As Bear simultaneously groped my ass, ate me out, and started fucking Lisa again, I marshalled my focus enough to lift my head up and give Lisa a wink. That done, I leaned down and took the nipple that'd been poking me into my mouth and gave a hard suck. Lisa groaned, her hand coming up to rest on the back of my head. Seeing that she liked it (and I admittedly liked the sensation of feeling her groan through the nipple in my mouth), I continued to suck on her breast, as the pleasure from Bear's ministrations started to coil and tighten in my belly.

"Oh, Tay…" Lisa whimpered, her hand on my head pushing me tighter to her chest.

It was hard to focus, Bear was really good at pleasing a woman with his tongue. But I managed to keep my head long enough to feel Lisa cumming, both from the way she pushed my head harder against her breast and the way her muscles clenched and tightened under her skin. Once I felt Lisa cum, I stopped holding back, letting my own orgasm rush through me, the coiling pleasure snapping and washing through every single part of my body.

My lips let go of Lisa's nipple as I panted, rolling off Bear to lay on the bed in what felt like a puddle of goo. I wasn't passing out quite yet, so I was treated to the sight of Bear sitting up and pulling Lisa into a hug as he sped up the pace of thrusting into her.

I admit, I just lay there staring at them incomprehensibly as Bear finally came, thrusting into Lisa while pulling her down… gonna get up… eat out… Lis…

Bear Sandosen

My lips met Lisa's as my balls tensed, sending my load shooting into the blonde minx on my lap. She moaned into the kiss, her arms wrapping around me and her fingers digging into my back, pushing her chest into mine. Idly, some part of my brain said that I should pull out, but it was much too late for that.

Breaking the kiss as my last shot fired, I pressed my forehead to Lisa's as we both regained our breath. Lisa's eyes were closed as she panted, but as they opened, letting me see her bottle green eyes, I felt my heart skip a beat. I hadn't said it or allowed myself to think it before now, but I couldn't deny it anymore: I'd fallen for each of the incredible, amazing, sexy women in this crazy, insane Family. Smiling, I leaned in and placed a kiss on the tip of her nose, making her go cross eyed in that adorable way she did every time I did that.

Groaning, Lisa unwrapped herself from me and lay back on the bed, crossing her arms under her perky breasts and pouting, "Why does everyone keep doing that? It's not that funny."

"Funny? No," I agreed, laying down next to her and wrapping my arm around her shoulders. Lisa nuzzled into my side as I did the same with a snoozing Taylor. "Adorable? Very much so."

Lisa just grumbled, making me chuckle. Before I remembered what I'd been doing before she and Taylor came up. Feeling my wince, Lisa lifted her head, a hint of nervousness in her eyes, "Bear?"

"You know about the ritual that the Coven has planned?" I asked, cutting off any thoughts about her not having done well.

"Yes?"

"Last time they were at Grimmauld for potion lessons with Mrs. Weasley, they told me that it required no form of birth control. So while I was up here, I reset my fertility, about five-ten minutes before the two of you came up. Sorry for not telling you earlier, but… well when two beautiful women come up to you dressed like you were, the male brain suffers from a sudden lack of oxygen."

Eyes wide, Lisa stared at me, her hands drifting from where they'd been to cover her abdomen. Her gaze slowly drifted down, a rush of emotions flashing through them. Fear, determined resolve, curiosity, then amusement. The last accompanied by a snort, then Lisa started laughing so hard I was worried she might have an accident.

"Whazzgoyon?" Taylor slurred from my other side, lifting her head up and staring incomprehensibly at Lisa, still shrieking in laughter.

"I told Lisa there was a chance she might end up pregnant, then she started laughing," I told her, both of us watching as Lisa's laughter had her rolling on the bed. Then rolling off the bed and falling to the floor. Still, she kept cackling away. "She's going to be a while, isn't she?"

Taylor gave a sleepy nod, resting her head on my chest. "Mhmm," she murmured.

"Should we help her?"

"Nm-mm."

"Co…" Lisa's voice came out from the floor, in between her laughter. "Co-parenting… two Sith… terminator… Harley!"

I blinked as I processed what she'd managed to squeeze out. Co-parenting followed by the majority of the Family. Obviously the entire Family would help with the raising of any kids, what was…

I suddenly understood why Lisa was laughing. It was all I could do not to snort in amusement myself. Any of my kids would have two Sith Lords, a Terminator, a snarky Sherlock, All The Bugs Skitter, and Harley freaking Quinn as mother figures. Wherever we settled down, assuming we survived The Crisis, that world was doomed.

Cameron

"So, what'd Rhonny want?" Harleen asked as the Coven went back to Hogwarts, resting her crossed arms on top of my head.

"She inquired if I knew any unarmed forms of combat, and if I would be willing to instruct her in them after a ritual they have planned for tomorrow," I answered.

"Da sex one right? Where Bear's gonna show 'em how a whack a mole feels? Maybe playin' Teacher an' Horny Schoolgirls?"

"I do not know the details of the ritual, but based on information that Rhonda told me in the past, I believe it is one centered around the Coven losing their virginities."

Harleen gave an over the top 'ooh' before removing her arms from my head and instead wrapping them around my shoulders. Her hands clasped together as she put her chin on my right shoulder. Before being brought here, the feel of Harleen's breasts would have been noted with clinical detachment, only important in how it would affect possibly killing her should it be necessary. Now, with the modifications made by the entity that brought our Family together, I felt a small surge of enjoyment at the sensation.

"We ain't really hung out much, have we?" Harleen spoke up, her voice considering.

"No, we have not. I suspect it is due to our differing personalities and skill sets resulting in little overlap," I answered, turning my head to meet Harleen's eyes.

"Doesn't stop Batsy an' Boy Scout."

"I suspect there is less sex involved between them than our Family."

Harleen giggled, "Darlin', ya should see tha internet back home: at least ninety percent o' the stuff on tha JL there's smut between tha two of them. I should know, I wrote most of it."

I stared at Harleen, surprise flooding my CPU. Not at her claim, but the fact that my files and social analysis programs could not determine if she was telling the truth or lying. I'd yet to encounter such a situation. The humans of my original Earth were what the program was written for, but in my exposure to humans from other realities they functioned as they had prior to joining the Family.

It was very disconcerting, and the wide grin on Harleen's face suggested she knew it.

Bear Sandosen

In the books, it was described as being squeezed through a straw while in the movies it looked like turning into a cloud of smoke. Neither one was accurate, and I'm not sure how to put it into words, but the most I can say is this. Apparation is fucking weird. There is literally no other word to describe it, though I'm not sure how much of that is me being a "muggle", being taken side-along, or some combination of those.

"Ya okay?" Sirius asked as I got my feet back under me. "First few times are always a hell of a trip."

"Yeah, I'm fine, thanks," I told the outwardly older man.

"Don't mention it. No idea why Pup asked me to bring you here, but then again nobody tells me anything."

Ooh, this was awkward, "Well…"

"Nobody. Tells me. Anything. Got it?" Ah, message received.

There was an amused snort from somewhere in the room we were in, prompting me to take a look around as Rhonda pulled off Hyacinth's invisibility cloak. From the dilapidated looks, I'd guess we're in the Shrieking Shack.

"Thanks for bringing him Snuffles. Don't worry, we won't share any details your old heart can't handle," the freckled redhead teased with a crooked grin.

"Gee, thanks. Anyway, I'm going to stay here for the night, I'll bring him back to Grimmauld in the morning," Sirius said as he reached into a pouch and pulled out a wizard tent.

Rhonda shook her head with a smile, before grabbing my hand and pulling me close, throwing the cloak over both of us. It quickly became apparent that a cloak that could fit over three eleven year olds comfortably was a much tighter fit for a fifteen year old and myself, a fifteen year old who was wearing very tight jeans and seemed to take an inordinate amount of pleasure in making sure her ass rubbed against my crotch as we made our way through the tunnel between Hogwarts and the Shrieking Shack. We exited the tunnel, and Rhonda immediately pressed her foot down on a knot at the base of the Whomping Willow, sighing in relief as the tree remained still.

"We'd be pretty safe this close to the trunk, but I still don't care for this tree," Rhonda said as she led me across the lawn.

I'd been to Hogwarts a couple times, mostly to meet with Dumbledore, but never this late in the day, with the sun having set and the windows flickering with candle and torchlight. Stars glittered above, the moon about half full, it was a gorgeous view. One I didn't have a lot of time to admire, as the hill that the Willow was on wasn't too far from the entrance to the castle. The main entrance was open, so we slipped inside and Rhonda guided me through the halls and stairways.

The latter was particularly testing, since I could feel the way her muscles were moving through her ass, which was still hard-pressed into my groin. For some reason, I got the sense that there was something different about it. Which was weird since when the Coven had approached me about their ritual I'm pretty sure I hadn't felt her ass, so had nothing to compare it to. Maybe it was just it feeling different than the ones I was used to? Either way, if this minx kept it up, I'd have trouble holding off until we got to wherever the ritual was going to be held.

We were on the third floor when we encountered our first issue: a patrolling "professor" in the form of Snape. Rhonda and I quietly hurried over to the side of the hallway, huddling as close as possible to make sure that the cloak covered all of us. She grabbed my wrist and pulled my hand up to cover her mouth, apparently not trusting herself to stay quiet, while my other arm wrapped around her core, pulling her tightly against my front.

This had two side effects. The first was that I could feel the surprisingly firm midriff under her blouse. The second was that were it not for the jeans I'd be hotdogging her butt right now. Based on the grin under my hand, I suspect that was intentional. The fact that she started gyrating her hips, grinding her ass against my crotch, did little to dissuade this suspicion. Alright, two can play this game.

With the hand not keeping her quiet, I reached down and opened up the front of Rhonda's jeans, before slipping my hand inside her panties. As I expected, she was already damp, as my fingers started to trace her lower lips. I could feel a small patch of hair against my palm, roughly triangle shaped, as Rhonda began reacting to my ministrations. Unable to resist the smirk of amusement on my face, I leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her neck as I slipped a digit into her.

Seeing Snape leave the hallway, I whispered into her ear, "I'm glad you didn't shave everything off, redheads shouldn't be completely bare."

She made a muffled noise of agreement, and tried to move forwards, but I held her in place. Turning her head to look at me, I curled my finger in her depths and told her, "You've been teasing me this entire way up, so I'm going to give you a preview of what's to come."

Rhonda gave a quiet moan, as I slipped a second finger in and started to tease her clit with my thumb, all while laying soft kisses and sucks on her neck, building her up higher and higher. Until, with a scream only muffled by my hand, she came. She came hard. Her hands came up, her fingers digging into my scalp as her legs kicked, and were it not for me she would have fallen to the floor. I admit, it felt pretty good, knowing that I was responsible for that.

One of her hands let go of my head, as she pulled my hand from her core. To my surprise, she pulled my hand from her mouth, only to start sucking on the fingers that had been inside her. If she didn't feel what that did to my dick, I'll eat my blaster.

Once she was satisfied with how clean my fingers were she pulled them out, secured her jeans and whispered teasingly, "Hope you enjoyed the preview of what's to come."

This little minx was going to be fucked so hard tonight, just from those words alone. Fortunately for my sense of self-control, the rest of the trip passed uneventfully. We eventually reached the Room of Requirement, and after Rhonda knocked a specific pattern, the door appeared and we entered. Hermione and Hyacinth were already there, but to my surprise, so was a petite blonde that could only be Luna Lovegood.

"Welcome, Bear Sandosen, to our Coven," Hermione intoned, her voice oddly formal.

The Room of Requirements was set up in what looked like a mix of a medieval king's bedroom and the cliche evil ritual chamber. A circle with a bunch of arcane sigils, dozens of lit candles, all with an absolutely massive bed in the center. Hyacinth, Hermione, and Luna all stood in their own, smaller circles at the points of what looked to be a four pointed star in the middle of the ritual circle.

"Join us," Hermione continued, her voice still in that formal note, "as we make an offering of lust and maidenhood."

Rhonda guided me to stand in a specific spot, before moving to the last open circle. In unison, the four girls took off their tops, baring their young chests to me and each other, before speaking as one, "In hac sacra nocte sagae quaternas offerunt nobis, bis triplicem virginalem sacrificium. Magicae deae munus nostrum suscipiant et nosmet ipsos tueamur."

"Avada Kadavra," Hyacinth said.

"Crucio," Rhonda continued.

"Imperio," Hermione added.

Instead of speaking, Luna held out a vial, and poured out the clear liquid within. The candles flared, creating veritable pillars of flame, the fire changing color with each incantation. From poisonous green, to angry red, insidious purple, and shock white. The flames receded, returning to their original size, but the different colors remained.

"Holy shit," I whispered, it was all I could say in response to the magic I was seeing. I'd seen plenty of spellslinging

The girls removed their pants, tossing them outside the circle along with their panties, before continuing, "Nunc incipit oblatio, ut fiat festucam. Tempus futuis!"

With the last two words, a barrier arose along the outside of the ritual circle, and I had four naked teens approaching me with hungry looks in their eyes. Four pairs of hands worked my clothes off, interspersed with explorative caresses and the occasional peck of lips.

"Bear, this is Luna, she joined our Coven earlier in the month," Hermione said, nodding her head towards the blonde. I smiled down at her, taking the doe-eyed girl's hand in mind and kissing her knuckles, making her blush and smile shyly.

"So how's this work now?" I asked.

"One by one, you're going to have to cum in our mouths and, well, fuck us. Twice, for each," Hyacinth said with a shrug, trying to seem nonchalant, but the blush reaching down to her chest ruined the attempt. "We figured it would be best if it was broken into two rounds, and drew straws for the order."

"Harry's first, then me," Rhonda piped up, making me turn my gaze to the surprisingly fit redhead (and I was quite happy to see that she was a natural redhead). "Followed by Luna and 'Mione. After that we can have a bit of rest, then Luna, me, 'Mione, and finished off with Harry. Any other questions?"

I only had one, "Is there a time limit we need to be finished by?"

"Not really," Luna spoke up, her voice with an almost ethereal quality to it. "The barrier won't let us leave until it's finished, but otherwise we can take as long as we need. Air can pass through, but that's about the only thing that can."

"Good, not one for erotic asphyxiation myself, so how do you wa…"

My question for how Hyacinth wanted to go about this was interrupted by her moving in front of me and squatting down. She spit in her hand, before bringing it up and stroking my already hard cock. Her bright green eyes looked up, locking gazes with me through her glasses. I nearly erupted right then and there, the look of lust, anticipation, and even gratitude in her eyes a potent, arousing mix.

Without removing her gaze from mine, she leaned in, her mouth opening and her tongue hanging out to daintily lick at the tip of my dick. Swirling the tip of her tongue around the head, she leaned forwards, wrapping her lips around my cock as she took me into her mouth. By this point, I'd been with two virgins and several more experienced women, so I'd thought I knew what to expect.

I'd expected there to be a lot of fumbling as they tried to figure out what worked, what didn't, what they'd been told worked but actually didn't, and so on. Instead, Hyacinth seemed to know exactly what to do as she slid further and further down my cock. Her body tilted, getting a proper angle as the head of my dick popped into her throat, going deeper and deeper into her as she all but devoured my length.

"Fuck, you're so good at this," I groaned, doing my best to maintain eye contact with the bespectacled girl, her hands coming up to cup and pinch at her breasts.

"Of course she is," Luna said, kneeling next to Hyacinth and stroking the older girl's hair. "We've had lots of practice with toys and spells to simulate what a man would feel. The ritual doesn't consider that as counting as losing our virginities."

I was going to say something in response to that, I really was, but Hyacinth moved Luna's hand to the back of her head, and the younger, ethereal girl got the message. Pressing down, Luna guided Hyacinth's head further down, making her take me deeper and deeper. I couldn't take it any more, I threw my head back with a groan, my first load of the night shooting down The-Girl-Who-Lived's throat as her lips wrapped around my base. One jet, two, three, I soon lost count as she moaned and continually swallowed, the vibrations and contractions making my orgasm that much more powerful.

Finally, I finished, and Hyacinth slowly slid off, holding her mouth open as she did, proudly showing not a single drop of cum in her mouth. Even without Tara Q's upgrades, that would have had me hard in an instant.

"Ready to make me a woman?" Hyacinth asked, her fingers playing with a strand of hair. Smiling down at her, I reached down and hooked an arm under her knees and behind her shoulders, lifting her into the air bridal style and making my way over to the bed. Gently setting her down, I leaned in and gave her a kiss on the lips.

"Thank you for giving me this," I whispered to her, as I took myself in hand and aimed at her entrance.

Bear Sandosen

Hyacinth moaned as I slid into her. She didn't have a hymen, I didn't expect her to after quidditch and all the adventures she'd gone through. She was warm, tight, and very wet. As I bottomed out, I met her emerald eyes, and she reached up and pulled me down into a kiss. Her lips were soft, and tasted of strawberry, just a hint of my essence.

Breaking the kiss, I asked her, "You okay? Not uncomfortable?"

She smiled at me, and answered, "Never better. Ready to finish making me a woman?"

I gave her a gentle smile, slowly pulling out of her, until just my head remained. I pushed back in, and as our hips were flushed, I leaned down to whisper in her ear, "As nice as the candles and chanting were, I plan on a more romantic mood when we can do this alone. If you're interested in doing this alone."

"Sounds fun," she whispered in return, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and hooking her feet together behind my waist. "But for now, make love to me?"

"As you wish."

There was a bit of giggling off to the side, but I ignored it and instead focused on the teenager underneath me, on making sure that her first time was one that she'd treasure for the rest of her days. I went slow, sawing in and out, making sure to hit her clit every time I bottomed out.

"Faster," Hyacinth moaned, prompting me to speed up. As I drove myself into her, faster and faster, she started panting and letting out quiet, adorable squeaks every time I hilted in her. I could tell, from the way her limbs were tightening, that she was getting close, "So good…"

I felt the bed shift, as the other three members of the coven gathered close, trying to get a better view. Luna crawled up, her fingertips slowly reaching out to touch my arms, feeling the skin and muscle underneath. I met the wide gaze of the young blonde, and gave her a gentle smile.

"C…" Hyacinth's voice made me return my focus to her, even as Luna's hand drifted to my chest. "Cum in me… please… make me a mommy…"

The request caught me off guard, but not enough to make me stop or even slow the rate I was fucking Hyacinth at. Filled with a rush of tenderness and affection, with my own orgasm rapidly approaching, I needed to make sure, "Do you really want this?"

"Yes! Fill me, I wanna baby, I wanna be a mommy, cum in me! Please!"

I admit, I'd never really given much thought to being a father, but having a hot teen under me, begging me to knock her up and impregnate her was insanely hot. So much so that I buried myself in her as my balls clenched and started firing jet after jet of cum into her pretty little teenage pussy. Her legs clenched, holding me in as deep as I could go as her head flung back, her mouth open in a silent scream as her own orgasm crashed into her with all the force and subtlety of a tsunami. Somehow I was certain that she would get her wish from this. A child. Maybe more than one. As she started to come down, I was shocked to realize that I was still cumming. I knew I hadn't hit that toggle on my phone before leaving the ship, so how the hell was this happening? By this point my cum was leaking out of her where we were joined. Fortunately, I felt it taper off before I could panic and I slid out of her, followed by a veritable deluge of white cum.

"Bloody hell," Rhonda whispered, her hands teasing a nipple and her clit. "That was the hottest thing I've ever seen. So glad I'm next."

"Speaking of which," I began, turning to face the lithe and athletic ginger, "how do you…"

I trailed off as she turned around and got on all fours, arching her back so her toned ass was pointed right at me, her lips glistening and already parted in anticipation.

"Fuck me, as hard as you can. I don't want it soft or gentle, I want you to pound me. Then, after you've cum in me, I am going to lay down, with my head over the edge of the bed, and you are going to use my mouth as another pussy. Got it?" the redhead demanded more than asked.

I was both amused by her request and more than a little aroused. So, I knee walked behind Rhonda, my hands feeling her smooth, incredibly pale skin and the amazingly toned muscles underneath, especially given the lack of physical activity employed by most of Britain's wizarding community. Since she clearly wanted it rough, I gave her ass a swat, smiling at both the way it made her rear jiggle and the bright red handprint left behind by the act.

"C'mon, I want it so baaaaaaaaaaaaaaddddddddddd…" her begging cut off with a low, drawn out groan as I buried myself into her gushing pussy in a single, quick thrust. She felt different from Hyacinth, but in a different way than I'd expected.

Both girls were incredibly tight, roughly on par, but Rhonda's insides were… firmer? I'm not sure how to explain it, but it was a pleasant discovery all the same. Giving the opposite cheek of her butt a spank, I started to fulfill her request, fucking her with all the force I could muster, battering aside any resistance her pussy tried to make.

Not that she was opposed to it, from the wild and wordless cries of pleasure she was making. After a bare minute, her arms gave out, her head and shoulders hitting the bed as her ass continued to ripple from my hips impacting it and the occasional spank thrown in to keep things interesting. Huh. Spanking wasn't something I'd really experimented with or been interested in before. Perhaps the ritual was adjusting my mindset and actions to fit the individual desires of the coven members? Something to think about but not here, not now. For now, I'd ride it out and follow along.

"Wanna feel it, not ready to be a momma, but wanna feel it," Rhonda muttered, her mouth open and her eyes starting to roll into the back of her head. The athletic redhead let out a groan as her channel tightened around me, clamping down hard as she came. Her orgasm triggered mine, and I grabbed her by her hips and pulled her into me as I came. Rhonda grunted as my sperm flooded her channel, painting her insides white. One of her hands reached back, slipping under her to rub at her clit, making her already tight pussy tighten even more.

Finally, my orgasm came to an end, and I slipped out of the panting redhead, a whimper escaping from her lips as I did so. Even so, she still seemed to remember the next step, because she fell onto her side and shimmied over to the edge of the bed. Pulling her hair out from under her, Rhonda hung her head over the edge, one hand still playing with her clit while the other reached up and teased at a nipple.

"C'mon Bear, wanna taste us…" she panted before holding her mouth open.

Accepting her invitation, I climbed off the bed and moved to stand in front of her. Just in case, I stroked her face and asked, "You sure?"

"Yes, please, give it to me…"

"If at any point I'm too rough, pat my thigh."

Something akin to a safe word established, I took my cock in hand and slid into her wet, open, and inviting mouth. It was odd, feeling a tongue on top of my rod instead of underneath, but far from unpleasant. Giving her a few pumps to get used to having something in her mouth, I leaned over Rhonda, my hands on either side of her chest, before I started to push down into her throat. The ring at the back of her mouth spasmed, unprepared for the head of my dick sliding past, even as Rhonda fought to resist gagging.

She started swallowing, trying to pull me deeper and increase my own enjoyment, and after a moment I could see exactly how far down I was from the bulge in her neck. To my surprise, a small, dainty hand was soon covering Rhonda's neck, rubbing and feeling it. A glance to the side showed that it was a wide eyed and open mouthed Hermione.

"Bloody hell," the normally prim and proper bookworm whispered, "how are you fitting that?"

A wet, gurgly gag preceded a light tap on my thigh, and I pulled out, allowing Rhonda to cough and catch her breath as she wiped away the tears that had formed at the corner of her eyes. After a moment, she spoke with a bit of a rasp, "Very enjoyably, can't do it for long unfortunately, but that is so much hotter than I'd ever expected it to be."

From right behind me, like a blonde little ninja, Luna asked, "But didn't you say it was the hottest thing you could think of?"

"Exactly, now." Rhonda lay back down, her head back over the edge of the bed, "I want you to fuck my bloody face until you cum down my throat."

… what is it with the women around me being so fucking horny? Either way, I did as she requested and forcefully set aside my reluctance to cause any sort of pain, sliding back into her mouth. I set a harsh, brutal pace, pounding and thrusting down her throat until her lips were pressed tightly against my base. Her throat sent vibrations through my dick as she gave pleased, happy moans while she fingered herself in time with my thrusts, presenting an image and sensation that combined to, despite having already cum three times, bring me rapidly to completion.

With a throaty, guttural groan, I hilted myself in Rhonda's wet mouth and let go, shooting my cum straight down her throat, directly to her stomach. Her hands reached out, grabbing onto me and doing her best to pull me even deeper. It was probably the depth, but I was honestly surprised that not a single drop of cum slipped out of her, and when I pulled out she just lay there panting, a happy, goofy grin on her face.

"Uh, Rhonda? Are you oka…" I started to ask, only to be interrupted.

"My turn!" Luna shouted as she leapt up onto my back and wrapped both her arms and legs around me.

Chuckling in amusement, I let myself be led to where I was sitting on the bed, Luna having climbed off my back and kneeling between my legs, her tiny hand pumping my saliva slick prick as her tongue slid from the middle down to my balls. Curiously, unlike both Hyacinth and Rhonda, she seemed more interested in taking those into her mouth and giving them gentle sucks, considerate of how sensitive they could be.

Still, after a minute or two dedicated to each testicle, she let them pop out of her mouth and licked all the way up the bottom of my shaft to take my head in her mouth. Her big doe eyes looked up at me, meeting my gaze with a strange combination of pure innocence and raw, unrestrained lust. How one look could contain both made absolutely zero sense, but god fucking damn was it hot.

By this point, I didn't bother with holding myself back, making it last longer. I still had three more virginities to take, and none of us could leave until I'd given them all a round two. So, hand on Luna's head, fingers running through her blonde locks, I came, shooting my fifth load of the night into her mouth. A little seeped out from the corner of her lips, but after I finished and she lifted her head from mine, Luna daintily collected the bit that escaped on her pinky and pushed it back into her mouth before tilting her head back and opening her mouth to show my entire load, her tongue swirling around inside.

One swallow, two, three, before she closed her mouth to finish and opened it again. Not a drop of my cum remained. How did she even know about that and how sexy it was? What kind of sex manuals did the Wizarding world have or did Hermione get hold of some non-magical porn and show it to them? This coven was going to be the death of me, I was going to die from blood loss from the amount that was rushing to my dick.

"Do me a favor," Luna asked as she climbed into my lap, taking my cock in hand and lining herself up. "Hold me close, please?"

As Luna pushed herself down, impaling her pussy on my erection, I wrapped my arms around her, hugging and embracing the tiny blonde. Slowly, her legs flexed, lifting her up and down while my arms held her close to my chest. I looked down, seeing Luna's eyes closed as she leaned against me, a soft smile on her face as her channel clenched and squeezed at the cock inside her.

Chuckling lightly, I leaned down and gently kissed the top of her head, while rubbing at her back with my arms. She made little mewls of contentment, squirming and wriggling slightly in my grip, causing her core to shift and twist in new and very pleasant ways. I think she came, because she tightened suddenly, but if so she gave little to no outward sign. Still, it was enough for me, and I released my sixth load up into her.

"Take me with you, please," Luna quietly whispered, her glistening eyes opening to look up at me with a mix of anxiety and softness. "I want to go where they go. Where you go, if it's where they go. I–I need them."

"If that's what you want, then that's what you'll have. We have more than enough room on the ship," I told her, kissing her on the top of her head once again. Luna gave a sleepy smile, before climbing off my lap and spooning against Rhonda, almost nuzzling the older girl's stomach.

I barely had time to smile fondly at the delightful girl's demeanor before yet another mouth was around my cock. Glancing down showed a head full of bushy brown hair as Hermione bobbed and sucked on my dick, her tongue swirling and tracing lines everywhere it could reach. There was a determined note to her features, like making me cum was some sort of puzzle she just had to figure out. She tilted her head this way and that, making the head of my rod poke out her cheeks almost like a bushy haired chipmunk.

I ran a hand through Hermione's hair, enjoying the feel of it between my fingers and let go. Hermione let out a surprised noise, before she immediately started to swallow as much as she could. A bit more came out of her mouth than Luna, but she still caught it with her fingers and sucked it down. Taking a moment, almost savoring the taste, she glanced up to meet my eyes and gave a smile, before she climbed up on the bed, coming to a stop between Hyacinth and Rhonda. Her friends, her lovers, placed sweet kisses on her cheeks and reached out to fondle both sides of her full, soft bosom.

"Please Bear, make me a woman," Hermione said, lifting her legs and spreading them open.

"I'd be honored, pretty lady," I said with a smile as I knee-walked over to her.

I placed the head of my dick at the entrance to her folds, before thrusting in. Now securely in place, I reached out with both hands and started to fingerfuck both girls on either side of Hermione, as Luna stood and pulled my head into a kiss.

Bear Sandosen

It should have been weird, seeing Harley wearing a white, button up shirt with her hair in a bun instead of pigtails and a pair of reading glasses perched on her nose. Should have been. But we'd been having these therapy sessions at least once a week since shortly after we'd met and Doctor Quinzel mode was as professional as Harley mode was playful. The office she'd secured on the Yamato for professional mode was pretty much as stereotypical as you could get: wood panel walls, a desk, bookshelves, a couch, copies of her diplomas on the wall, even some potted plants in the corner.

"So I have to ask," she began, an amused gleam in her eye, "but Randy Travis?"

I chuckled, not bothering to ask how she'd heard about it. The only thing faster than the speed of light was the speed of gossip. "I'm not really a country fan myself, but my mom is."

"Is?" she asked, picking up the tangled mix of emotions tied up in the subject of my mother.

I sighed, running a hand through my hair, "She's still alive, but in a care facility for people with dementia. One of the things that I remember Tara Q whispering to me was promising to restore her mind and reunite us after we beat the Anti-Monitor.

"That song in particular came out when I was… seventeen, I think? Mom would watch all the award shows, TV specials, the CMAs, Bob Hope seasonal shows," I trailed off as the memories danced through my mind. "Good memories. Though…" I swallowed. "I have no idea how I'm going to explain being half the age I'm supposed to be, let alone her being a grandmother. And that Hyacinth's kids will be toddlers by then, Lisa's too if it takes. That's going to be one hell of a conversation."

"That it will, assuming we succeed. But returning to country music, you don't consider yourself a fan?" she asked, her pencil moving across the paper on her clipboard.

"Not really, about the only things I can think of that I like are 'The Gambler' by Kenny Rogers, 'The Devil Went Down to Georgia', the Johnny Cash version of 'Hurt', Garth Brooks' stuff before that Chris Gaines experiment, and… well, Shania Twain's tits."

Harley chuckled as she jotted something down, "They are nice, aren't they? What kind of music would you consider yourself a fan of?"

"Seventies and Eighties rock, especially hair metal. Queen, of course. Heart, White Lion, Bon Jovi. The odd bubblegum pop that makes me smile. Debbie Gibson, Tiffany. Not grunge. I was about five when disco hit the scene and still love it. The Bee Gees had some fucking awesome harmonies. Donna Summer. Oh, and the Village People are an open, not guilty, pleasure. I was seven when YMCA came out, so yes, I can do the dance."

She peered at me over her reading glasses (at least I think they were reading glasses, they might just have been plain glass to give her the sexy doctor look) with a considering look on her face. Before lightly shaking her head and muttering under her breath. Turning back to the clipboard, she jotted down a note before glancing back up at me to ask her next question.

"Related to that, do you sing? While sober, anyway?"

"'Sober'?"

"You seem like the kind of person that sings after a few, you should hear Waylon after Harvy slips him a shot or two of whiskey."

I blinked once. Twice, "Waylon, as in Killer Croc?"

Harley nodded, her amusement plain to see, "Beautiful voice and great range too, not just the bass you'd expect from listening to him talk, but I've heard him match Red once or twice on karaoke night. But you never did answer my question."

Shaking my head to banish the image of Killer Croc in a karaoke booth with Poison Ivy on his lap, I cleared my throat and took a moment to gather my thoughts. "Not often, but sometimes. In the shower, the car, random places during Christmas time. But I've had no training and aren't very good. Though I have wondered what sort of music that the Sith Empire than Lana and Nikhol came from had."

"You aren't the only one, perhaps there are some copies in the Yamato's computers? It had a rather large movie and TV selection after all. It would probably be nice to have a karaoke night with songs from our different worlds and pasts."

"Sounds like a good idea, I'll bring it up with the rest of the Family and the Coven."

Rhonda Weasley

Well… I have no idea how this happened. I was just glad I noticed before any of us cast a spell.

"So, 'Mione. Any idea what happened?" I asked as the four of us sat in the Room of Requirements.

"Are you posi…" she began again, not that I blamed her, if I was right then our Hogwarts careers were basically shot due to the need to focus on control.

"As sure as I can be without actually casting a spell," I told her, glancing at the table holding our wands. I'd been freaked out enough that I all but confiscated them as soon as we were all here.

"Rhonda, wouldn't we have noticed if we got the sort of magical boost you think we did? The ritual was on a Tuesday, it's now Friday," Harry argued.

"And how many times have we used our wands in class since then?" I asked rhetorically.

We were all quiet for a moment, before Harry gave a firm nod and shooed us out of the Room, grabbing our wands on the way out. She paced three times to reset the Room, before opening the door to reveal a spell-range, with several dummies at various ranges and what looked like the dorm mattresses lined up against the walls and ceiling.

"Easiest way to know for sure is to test it," Harry explained as she moved to one of the spots marked on the floor to cast from. Pointing her wand at one of the dummies, she intoned, "Stupefy."

What happened next was far, far more than I expected. Not only did the spell shoot out of her wand in a much tighter beam, not only was it at least ten times faster, not only did the dummy explode when the spell hit it, but Harry was sent flying back as the spell left her wand with a sound reminiscent of the cannon blasts used during the Triwizard. Harry slammed into the mattresses lining the walls, a good thirty meters behind her, and fell to the floor in a heap.

"Harry?!" Hermione shouted as the three of us raced over to her. Fortunately Harry was already standing up, her eyes wide behind her glasses as she stared at the smoking ruins of what used to be a target dummy. "Are you alright?"

"Fuck me sideways," Harry muttered.

"That's what you and Bear did the second time," Luna pointed out, her voice more vacant than usual as she stared at the destroyed dummy.

"So… talk to Professor Dumbledore?" I asked, because there was no way we could participate in regular classes with our magic like that.

10 minutes later

"Might I ask what brings four young women to my office?" Professor Dumbledore asked as we filed into his office.

"Well Professor…" 'Mione started, pausing and looking to the side briefly, before taking a breath and forcing the words out in a rush, "WeperformedaCovenritualafewnightsagoandourmagicisfarmorepowerfulnowbutIdon'tknowwhy,therewasnothinginthebookthatmentioneditasapossi…"

"'Mione, breathe," I said, putting my hand on her shoulder.

She took another breath, before starting again at an understandable pace, "We performed a Coven ritual a few nights ago, and our magic is far more powerful now. But I don't know why, the book I found the ritual in didn't mention anything like it as a possible side effect."

"What was the intended effect?" Professor Dumbledore asked, leaning forwards with keen interest.

"Immunity to a select spell or potion, one per Coven member participating," Luna answered.

He blinked, an odd look appearing in his eyes, "This ritual, does it require the active participation of a muggle man?"

"Yes," Harry slowly said, looking anywhere but the Professor as her cheeks turned red (not that mine were any better from the burning I was feeling).

"Did you find the ritual in the Black Library over the summer?"

"Yes," Hermione answered, her face as red as my hair as she too had a hard time looking at the Professor.

Professor Dumbledore pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed, muttering something quietly under his breath. I didn't hear what it was, but he stood up and made his way to the fireplace. Taking a pinch of floo powder, he threw it into the fire and called out, "Grimmauld Place," before sticking his head in it.

The four of us waited there for a moment, before Hermione's eyes widened, "Oh Maeve, how is this going to affect our OWLs?"

Harry turned to me and grumbled, "If she says 'or worse, expelled,' I'm diving through the Floo."

'Mione whirled around, glaring at Harry, "I'm not that bad!"

"First year. Fluffy."

"…I'm not that bad, anymore!"

It was at that point that Professor Dumbledore pulled his head from the Floo, followed by Miss Diomedes stepping out. From the corner of my eye, I noticed Harry's back straightening and her face turning a different kind of red than it had been while we were explaining our situation to Professor Dumbledore.

"Girls," Miss Diomedes greeted us, moments before her lip curled in an amused smirk, "Though I suppose I shouldn't be calling you that anymore, given what you had planned earlier this week. I trust it was everything you'd been hoping for, particularly for you Little One?"

Harry's blush reached past the neck of her robes, but she stammered out, "G-good. It was good!"

"Wonderful," Miss Diomedes purred. Was it getting warm in here, or was it just me? "The Headmaster tells me that you are having some… issues with your magic now. Care to elaborate?"

"Harry used a Stunning spell and it caused the target to turn into a pile of rubble while sending her flying from the recoil," Luna bluntly stated, causing Miss Diomedes to blink before her gaze focused on Harry, the teasing note to her disappearing in an instant.

"Impressive. Most impressive. You are unhurt?"

"I made sure there were cushions behind me before I cast it."

"Show me."

Nikhol Diomedes

I didn't make it back to the mutt's residence until early morning, having spent the entire night with the Coven trying to teach them some control exercises that I'd thought would work. There was… some success, not much, but some. Casting spells no longer sent them flying back a full two hundred meters (we measured), but even non-destructive spells still caused the wood and straw targets to detonate with the force of a stun grenade.

Clearly I was going at this the wrong way. I'd need to speak with Lana, see if she had any ideas. Because from what the Old Man had said, it seemed that the members of the Coven now possessed more raw power than any other two or even three individuals alive combined. Rejuvenating myself with the Force, I made my way to the Black Library, perhaps the book Hermione found the ritual in would have some insight.

"Ma'am, how was Hogwarts?" the mutt asked as I passed him on the way to the Library, the fear radiating from him upon seeing me a delightful bouquet I'd normally savor, but the need to understand what happened took priority.

"Your goddaughter most likely will not be participating in her annual exams, unless we can find some way to teach her and her Coven a sufficient level of control," I answered.

"What?"

"The ritual they partook in has resulted in the entire coven possessing far greater raw power than they can currently control."

I was about to put the mutt out of my mind, when his next words made me pause, "The ritual… it was a virginal sacrifice one? Offering virginity in exchange for some benefit?"

Turning around, I gave the mutt a considering stare. He did grow up in a household that had a wealth of respect for ancient lore and heritage, perhaps he knew something. "Two virginities, for each member of the Coven participating. Performed twice."

"Four 'offerings', four witches, on Halloween, and with the entirety of the Coven?" the mutt let out a low whistle. "Merlin, if I'm right… holy fuck."

"I am not in the mood for guessing games," I warned him.

"Assuming I'm right about this, and it fits with what I remember Mum telling my cousins about Coven Rituals, then by having the entire coven offer their virginities at the same time, twice for real and twice symbolically while having a total of four witches in the Coven… I think each one of them now has the magical strength of the entire Coven had combined before the ritual."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued, and clarified, "So if each of them had a strength of say… five before the ritual, they are now all at twenty?"

"It's never that simple, but essentially, yes. Morgana's tits, those girls are more powerful now than when wizards were worshiped as gods. Fuck, I can scarcely imagine what sort of magic they'll be able to do once they've gotten a handle on their new power."

I considered some of the displays I'd done when I still had the full complement of ghosts bound to me and the feats of power I'd seen Vitiate perform, both before and after he'd used my body as a temporary residence. I couldn't resist the grin that stretched my lips at what I could teach those young treats to do. The potential, the power…

The mutt ran off, wise of him, given the last time I'd grinned like this was shortly before demonstrating just why the Jedi Council put a 'Flee on Sight' order on me.

Nymphadora "Don't Call Me That" Tonks

"Yo, Rookie!"

I bit back a groan, knowing that Buckling's voice never meant anything good. Still, I looked up from my desk covered in case files at the more senior auror, "Yes sir?"

"Need a report on the Macnair case, Minister Fudge's taken a personal interest in it."

It was difficult keeping my hair from shifting color, but I managed it, "I see. I've only just started on the case and am still reviewing the details of it myself. I'll have a report ready…"

"You don't understand, the Minister wants a report now."

I blinked, before saying, "Sir, I've been assigned this case for less than an hour, I'm still reading the files."

"Doesn't matter, Minister Fudge is demanding a report right now. Personally I think he's still mad about the Undersecretary dying. Because this case isn't important enough for the kind of shouting I was hearing coming from his office."

Oh bollocks, it was going to be one of those days. With a sigh, I collected myself and stood up before making my way to the Minister's Office. Reaching it, I was admitted by the secretary to stand before the red faced Minister of Magic.

"You're the Auror assigned the Macnair case, yes?" he said, beady eyes glaring at me.

"Yes sir, I was…"

"Doesn't matter, Dawlish will be taking over the case. He has the proper experience to handle the sensitive nature of the case."

In other words, whichever person that was holding Fudge's pursestrings today decided it. Of fucking course. Still, I did my best to keep myself calm and collected as I returned to my desk, where the Macnair case files were already gone along with about half the unrelated paperwork I'd had on my desk. So I headed to Dawlish's section of the department and spent an hour trying to get it through his thick skull that he had papers I needed and wasn't after the Macnair files. Then dealing with him practically breathing down my neck as I collected my paperwork, because whatever bloody fuckwit took the papers from my desk got them mixed in with the case files.

In the end, nearly half of my shift was wasted on the Macnair case in some way or another. That colored the rest of my shift, and by the time I was able to leave, I was so mad I'd be shocked if my hair wasn't redder than a Weasley's. I needed something a lot harder than Tom would serve at the Leaky Cauldron, so I headed to Grimmauld Place. Sirius was sure to have some good shit hidden away there. When I arrived, the house was mostly empty, only Sirius and the older blonde from Harley's family.

"Ah, Tonks I believe it was?" the blonde asked as she swirled a toothpick in an empty glass.

"Yeah, sorry, I'm having a hard time remembering…"

"Lana. You look like you've had a difficult day."

"You have no idea, I need lots of alcohol after a day like this."

Lana gave a sympathetic hum as I started going through the different bottles. Butterbeer, too light. Gin, not enough kick. Ogden's, not in the mood for firebreath. Don't know what this is, but I'm getting a bad feeling from it. Where's the good shit?

"If you'd like, I brought some drinks down from our ship," Lana's voice pulled me from my too-sober bitter musing.

I glanced over, to see a bottle of a purple drink floating in the air as it poured into a glass. Then, after it was finished pouring, the glass floated over to me and I quickly tossed it back. Sweeter than I was expecting, but it still had that alcoholic burn on the way down, so I slammed the glass down and said, "Hit me again."

"That bad a day?"

I unloaded everything that had happened, leaving out names (I wasn't that drunk yet) but still venting my frustration at the entire system that seemed designed to prevent me from doing my damn job!

At some point, things were a bit fuzzy by then, but I was pretty sure different bottles were flying through the air, their contents mixing as Lana used her wandless space-magic bollocks to mix drinks without touching a thing. It was nice, sharing drinks with her, and Lana seemed to understand the frustration I'd been feeling while dealing with the bullshit at the Ministry.

Lana even shared some stories about her time as head of Sith Intelligence, and how she needed to work around the bumbling of blockhead Sith that wouldn't know subtlety or discretion if they walked up wearing a neon shirt labeled "Subtlety & Discretion" and cunt punched them.

I blinked, before turning to stare at the glass of purple booze in my hand. I think I might be drunk…

Bear Sandosen

It was interesting, feeling the influence of the much talked about veela allure. I could tell it was affecting me, but I'd had so much exposure to multiple women of incredible beauty, charm, and power that it wasn't hitting me as hard as it would have a few months ago. I glanced over at Taylor, and did my best to smother the amusement I was feeling at seeing the woman who would be nicknamed the 'Queen of Escalation' with a lovestruck expression on her face.

"I think I found the ritual the Coven used," Fleur said, drawing my focus to her, and my eyes to the way her light green robes hugged her form and accentuated her curves, with just the barest hint of cleavage showing.

Standing up from my chair, I walked around to look at the book Fleur had in front of her, reading over the French witch's shoulder. A quick read through and it certainly looked promising. I heard Fleur breathing deeply, as Taylor snapped out of her Allure induced haze and moved closer. Taylor's hand reached out, lightly resting on Fleur's shoulder as she leaned in.

Despite my best efforts to remain focused, my eyes were pulled from the tome to Fleur's chest. The angle I was standing at let me see more of the valley between her breasts, beads of sweat starting to form as the skin over her collarbone started to become flushed. Tearing my gaze away, I'm pretty sure she was dating Bill Weasley by this point in canon, my eyes instead found the blushing, almost vacant expression on Taylor's face as her thumb started to gently rub circles into Fleur's shoulder.

Fleur muttered something under her breath in French before she turned to face Taylor and cupped the younger girl's chin. Taylor's eyes widened in shock as the blonde leaned in and kissed her full on the lips, before her eyes rolled up and fluttered shut, leaning into the kiss with enthusiasm. Apparently we were moving on from research, I couldn't say I was disappointed.

As Taylor and Fleur made out (unsurprisingly given Fleur's French, I was pretty sure I saw some tongue between them), I marked the page with the ritual and moved the book to a safe spot a ways away from the table we'd been sitting at. Upon my return, Fleur had Taylor pinned to the table with her shirt gone, her pants around her knees, and one hand in Taylor's panties fingering her if the motions I was seeing were anything to go by.

I couldn't make out what Fleur was whispering to Taylor, but I couldn't resist as I stepped up to the two of them and cupped the two glorious butts in front of me. Twin, musical moans filled the air as I kneaded the asses of these two gorgeous women. The two broke apart, their eyes alight with lust and passion.

"Get on the table," Fleur growled, and Taylor leapt to obey. As Fleur began removing her robe, I pulled off my shirt and Taylor climbed up onto the table, shoving books and notebooks off in the process. As she leaned down to untie her shoes, I had a sudden thought and grabbed her hands.

"Leave your socks and shoes on," I told Taylor when she turned to look at me in confusion.

Taylor nodded, before shimmying out of her pants and panties. Laying back on the table, she scooted back until her head hung over the edge. After making sure that her hair was out from under her, she lifted her head to look at me, her eyes focused on my crotch as I kicked off my shoes. Her gaze shifted up to my face, and she gave me a grin that looked like it came straight from Harley.

"C'mere," she said as I stepped out of my pants, her tongue licking her lips telling me exactly what she had in mind.

Needing no further invitation, I walked to the side of the table as she let her head fall back to hang over the edge and opened her mouth, sticking out her tongue invitingly. I guided my dick into her inviting mouth as the now naked Fleur climbed up onto the table. Taylor's mouth was warm, wet, and the way her tongue wrapped around me was a delight as always.

Fleur's legs slid over Taylor, making the younger girl squeak and give a little start, as the blonde witch moved so her core was over Taylor's head. Those smooth legs wrapped around my back, and I couldn't help but run my hands along her thighs, feeling the perfectly smooth skin without so much as a single hair to be felt. Fleur's legs flexed, pulling me deeper into Taylor's mouth, the head of my cock prodding the entrance to her throat.

Taylor gagged, and I pulled back, not wanting to hurt her even by accident. She then let out a throaty moan, and I glanced up to see the back of Fleur's head moving over Taylor's core. Fleur's ass shook from side to side, drawing my gaze to her glistening slit. Well, how could I say no to that?

Sliding out of Taylor's throat, I slapped the head of my dick against Fleur's pussy lips a few times, before pushing in. Fleur let out a groan as I slid deeper into her wet pussy, moments before I felt Taylor's head lift up and her tongue start licking around where we were joined.

The feel of Fleur's depths was… different, than anyone else I'd been with. It was a current of energy flowing into me and coursing through my body like a jolt of erotic electricity as I thrust in, before flowing back into her on the pull out. It was, quite literally, magical. Combined with Taylor licking the two of us and her hands reaching up to grope and knead at Fleur's ass, and there was no way I'd be able to last for long.

"Mon dieu! Oui! Fuck me!" Fleur cried out, her voice muffled as I drove into her again and again.

Her pussy clenched down on me, starting from her entrance then moving further back, almost as if she was trying to pull me in. That was the final straw for me, I grabbed Fleur by her hips and drove myself as deep into this blonde sexy witch as I could before I erupted. Whatever Fleur was doing pushed Taylor over the edge at the same time, her sock and shoe-covered feet kicking as she came. I could put into words precisely what it was, but something about the sight of those perfect, long legs made me cum all the harder.

I admit, my vision blacked out for a little bit, but as I stumbled back and blinked the spots from my eyes, I was treated to a wonderful sight. Taylor leaning up and licking my dripping cum out of Fleur's puffy, red slit. But, despite how hard I'd just cum, I had two more things I wanted to do. So I walked around to the other side of the table, where Fleur had Taylor's pussy lips spread wide open and was teasing the sexy brunette's clit with her tongue.

Fleur looked up as I approached, giving Taylor's clit one last flick with her tongue, before lifting her head and reaching out to grab me by my dick. Pulling me close, she leaned down and gave my cock a long, slow lick from base to tip.

"Mmm…" Fleur hummed, deep in her throat. "You smell… magnifique. Perhaps I should have you cover my face, so I can smell it for hours?"

Well, that certainly sounded hot. Fleur gave me a grin, before taking me into her mouth, her tongue dancing along my cock in a way I couldn't put into words. All I could say was that it was bringing me to a rapid completion, despite having just cum. Thinking back to some of the times I'd been with other women, I decided to try something.

Sure enough, the amount I came completely covered Fleur's face, leaving a gooey white film over her features. She used a finger to clear her eyes before saying, "Would you like to do this again? Perhaps with some other members of your Family?"

The door slamming open cut off my potential answer, as Bill Weasley stormed in with an almost thunderous expression on his face. "Dammit Fleur, how many times do I have to tell you: Silencing Charms!"

… what?

Bear Sandosen

I'll admit, I didn't expect the conversation that followed when Bill burst into the library. After Fleur, Taylor and I got dressed and a quick clean up (via a few spells from Fleur), Bill pulled me aside and took me to a bar. Not the Leaky Cauldron or the ones in Hogsmeade, but a normal bar in Dublin. I was a bit surprised, but thinking about it for a moment made me realize that wizards had apparated longer distances from London to Scotland.

"Come on, I'll show you the right spot for this," Bill said, leading me inside. He kept a close watch on my face, and upon entering I realized why. It was a gay bar. Which explained why he wasn't pissed about Fleur having sex, but being pissed about the lack of silencing charms. I sat at the table Bill indicated, as the taller man explained, "This corner is unofficially for when we need to talk to people who aren't… you know."

"Yeah, so Fleur's your beard?" I asked. It was obvious that she was, but I figured that it would be polite to ask anyway.

Bill nodded, as a member of the staff came over with a pair of drinks and placed them in front of us. I sipped at it, not really much of a drinker, while Bill took a much larger pull. Setting down his mug, Bill took a breath before speaking, "So… what exactly is it you plan to do about…"

He waved a hand at the rest of the bar, and I couldn't resist the opening he gave me, "Not really interested in buying a bar, and I don't plan on sticking around in this universe long enough to run it if I were."

Bill gave me a sour look, and I held my hands up in surrender before saying, "I'm not going to out you. For one I respect you too damn much, but also when and where I'm from it's gotten a lot better. I personally never cared about that kind of thing anyway."

He sighed in relief and leaned back in his chair, "Thanks. You have no idea how hard it is in the Wizarding World. The main reason I work for the goblins is that despite everything else, I don't have to worry about them finding out and sending it to the sort of people who'd corner me on the way home."

"I don't know your folks as well as I could, but from what I've seen I don't think they'd reject you. Have you considered…"

"Of course I have, but being gay is a lot harder in the Wizarding World than it is in the muggle one. Coming out to family and it not being taken well is a serious risk. If a muggle is disowned by either of their parents, it would be terrible, but only injure them on an emotional level. For a wizard? Simply the statement of being disowned could have serious effects on my magic, let alone any of the two dozen rituals I can think of off the top of my head involving casting someone out of a family."

I blinked in surprise, "Yikes. Wait, then why didn't that happen to Sirius?"

Bill gave a chuckle, "There are two ways around the backlash and rituals. The first involves both a wizard and a witch doing a ritual of their own centered around starting a family on their own. The other involves a witch and wizard allowing the one cast out to link to their magic instead of the magic of their parents. It's not direct adoption, that's something different, but it's close."

"How's it work for muggleborns or those with a magical and a muggle parent?"

"Muggleborn don't have anything to worry about, as far as magic is concerned they're the first in their family. As far as direct halfbloods are concerned, it depends on if the individual is a wizard or a witch as well as a couple other factors. A wizard who is in the process of becoming a father can handle the backlash and the rituals better as their magic becomes more protective in its nature, while a witch who is part of a coven can have it spread throughout the entire coven, dampening the effects. In any case, the backlash is worse for halfbloods than purebloods unless both the pureblood's parents disown them."

I took that in, "The severity of the backlash is determined by the percentage of magical parents doing the disowning? Fifty versus one hundred?"

Bill gave an agreeing nod before taking another drink. As he set down his mug, I asked, "How'd the arrangement with Fleur start?"

"It was after the Triwizard Tournament, I'd gone with Mum to support Harry since I had some vacation days saved up. She figured it out pretty quickly, since the Allure doesn't work on gay men, and things just fell into place from there. Don't get me wrong, I can recognize that she's a beautiful woman, but…"

"I'm more your type than her?"

"No offense, but you're not really my type either," Bill quipped with a smile. "You a bit shorter and much paler than I like."

I blinked, before giving Bill a knowing look, "I'm guessing that's why you spend so much time in Egypt."

A content, far off look spread across Bill's face, "Anwar Nader. He's working on getting a transfer here, to do work on studying pict and early celtic sites. We met at one of the digs in the Valley of Kings and just… hit it off."

"Well," I said while lifting my own glass, "here's to those that we hit it off with."

"I can certainly drink to that," Bill agreed, tapping my glass with his.

Hyacinth "Harry" Potter

I suppose we should have expected this, having slept in the Room of Requirements ever since we realized what side effects the ritual had. Combined with the fact that we hadn't been to classes or school meals until Nikhol had helped us get our magic under control, obviously Lavender and Parvati were going to be demanding answers. Though casting Incarcerous as soon as we entered the dorm was a bit much.

"Where have you three been? We've been worried sick!" Lavender snapped, twirling her wand and tucking it into her belt.

I shared an amused look with Rhonda, who chuckled before easily bringing her arms up to cross them behind her head, the ropes that had been binding her snapping like dry twigs. Hermione rolled her eyes before using a focused bit of magic and the ropes fell to the ground cut in a dozen places. Me, I simply disintegrated the ropes.

"How…" Parvati trailed off, both her and Lavender staring at us in shock.

"We did a coven ritual that had some unexpected side effects," Hermione began.

"We've been spending the time since Halloween trying to get enough control over our magic that we wouldn't hurt someone in class. Even now we're still a little prone to overpowering our spells," I continued.

"Silver lining: wandless magic is now stupid easy," Rhonda finished, forming a small ball of blue bell flames above her hand.

"A coven ritual? The only kind that could possibly have…" Parvati trailed off, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "Who was it? Who took your virginities?"

At that, I blushed and looked away, Rhonda and Hermione both doing the same. Parvati and Lavender manhandled the three of us into a circle in the center of the dorm room, and a quick call to Dobby had bowls of ice cream in each of our hands.

"So girls, spill," Lavender demanded while pointing a spoonful of cherry vanilla at us.

"We met over the summer," I started, taking a bite of my own neapolitan. "He and his extended family are staying in London for a year or so."

"His name's Bear," Rhonda continued between bites of strawberry ice cream. "The rest of the family include two girls our age, Taylor and Lisa, a badass woman named Cameron, Lana who managed to box in Lucius Malfoy with just a few words, Harley who I'd bet money on being the one to teach the Sorting Hat the song it sang this year, and Nikhol who's been helping us get a handle on our magic."

"So one guy, surrounded by six witches?" Parvati asked, a large helping of chocolate ice cream on her spoon.

"Well…" Hermione hedged, absently stirring her bowl of french vanilla. "They aren't technically witches, but I can't say that they're muggles either. More like they have a single thing they can do instead of being able to use a spell for any possible circumstance."

"So what can Bear do?" Lavender asked.

I felt my cheeks start to burn as I thought back to Halloween, the words slipping out breathlessly, "Keep going for ages."

"He, um… between the four of us he came sixteen times over a total of seven hours, and we were exhausted before he was!" Hermione gushed, her own face as red as Rhonda's hair.

Parvati put her spoon in her bowl before lacing her fingers together and resting her chin on them, elbows on her knees, "Oh please, do go on."

We spent the next hour or two giving Lavender and Parvati a full breakdown of everything we'd done with Bear on Halloween, both of our dormmates having faces as flushed as our own well before the ice cream was finished. 'Mione took special care to emphasize how peaceful and stress free she felt, having Bear's length resting in her mouth. Part of me wondered if she was fantasizing Bear sitting at a desk and her spending hours under it with him in her mouth, just kneeling there.

I didn't mention how I'd begged him to get me pregnant, but Rhonda was all too happy to gush about he'd been able to pick her up and fuck her while being the only thing keeping her in the air. Something that Lavender seemed particularly interested in, if the hastily wiped away line of drool was anything to go by.

I had a suspicion that within a few days Parvati and Lavender would be asking if we'd be able to arrange a meeting with Bear for them. My hand drifted to rest over my stomach. It was too soon to tell, even with magic, but regardless of whether or not I was pregnant yet, I knew that I at least would be asking for a repeat visit with Bear. And Nikhol, a part of my brain eagerly whispered.

The thought sent a jet of heat straight to my pussy, as images danced in my head of myself entwined with both Nikhol and Bear, a six month pregnant belly on me. Well, I wasn't going to be getting any sleep before I could deal with that fantasy.

Shaking my head, I pushed the fantasy aside, the curtains of my bed had silencing charms woven into them. I'd address the 'issue' once Parvati and Lavender were satisfied with their interrogation.

"So… how big is his wand?" Lavender asked, setting aside her now empty bowl of ice cream and leaning forwards.

Dammit Lav, I'd just pushed the fantasies aside, and now here you go making me think about how it felt to have him spreading me open. Regardless, I held my hands up about sixteen to seventeen centimeters apart. Lavender and Parvati's eyes widened as their jaws dropped, not that I could blame them. From what Rhonda had told us, wizard 'wands' were on average only about ten centimeters, Bear was more than half again that size.

"Please tell us you can arrange a meeting with him?" Lavender asked, her voice thick as her eyes partially glazed over from the fantasy playing in her head.

"Probably, it'd be up to him though," Hermione said, her voice somewhat distracted from the images dancing in her own head.

My traitorous mind started providing more images, this time Bear with not just the five of them, but also with Luna and Padma from Ravenclaw. At this rate I wasn't…

My thoughts trailed off as Parvati leaned in close to me and kissed me on the lips. Instinctively I found myself submitting, my tongue dancing with hers as it pushed past my lips and my legs opening as her hand slipped down into my panties.

Nymphadora "Don't Call Me That" Tonks

I still don't know how I ended up on wrangling duty on my day off, but here I was, in Hogsmeade trying my best to keep the hamster on crack that was Harley from destroying the village and too many people's sanities. I swear, if I find the one who gave her coffee before coming here I'll show them a few of the jinxes I picked up in my time at Hogwarts. People think Slytherin's vindictive, they should have seen the inside of Hufflepuff.

"Ooh! What's this?!" the hyperactive blonde asked, running to a storefront fast enough to be mistaken for apparation.

"Zonko's," I answered, coming up behind her as she all but shoved her face into the window. "It's a joke sho…"

I blinked, as my charge seemed to disappear. The ringing of Zonko's door bell told me where she went, accompanied by her manic cackling. A sudden, ominous chill went down my spine, and I had the sense that I'd just made a horrible, terrible mistake.

"Tonks?" a familiar voice spoke up from behind me.

Turning around, I gave a grin and replied, "Wotcher. How're the three of you doing?"

Harry, Rhonda, and Hermione ran up, and there was a short lived group hug. When the group hug ended, Rhonda asked, "What're you doing in Hogsmeade?"

"Someone told Harley about the village, and I ended up drawing the short straw of being her minder."

The three stared at me, eyes wide as their gazes glanced between me and Zonko's. Immediately there was another loud cackle from Harley inside, and Hermione quietly said under her breath, "Well, Britain's doomed."

I snorted in amusement, it wouldn't be that ba-

"MOOD RING!" Harley shouted from behind me as she threw open the door to Zonko's. "I NEED MORE MONEY! Oh, hiya kiddos!"

Just as fast as she'd run into Zonko's, Harley raced back over to the four of us and immediately grabbed the trio into a bear hug, lifting them up and spinning them around. I personally was surprised such a small woman had the strength to lift up the three teens with such ease.

Together, the trio and I managed to talk Harley out of buying the entire stock of Zonko's and then the five of us made our way to the Three Broomsticks. Harry bought each of us a round of butterbeer, even if Rhonda gave a playful glower and mumbled about being able to pay for her own butterbeer.

"Hush," Harry said with a wide grin as the bottles floated over to the table. "Let me pamper my friends."

"Aw," Harley cooed as she pulled Harry into a hug that resulted in the smaller girl's head being pressed into the crazy woman's chest. Harley continued as Harry's face grew red, fast enough I almost wondered if she were a metamorph. "Dat's so sweet, we ain't known each odda long an' ya already consider me a friend!"

"Please let go, Mama Harley," Harry quietly squeaked out, her face a brighter and more vibrant red than a tomato by this point.

The table was still for a moment, as Rhonda, Hermione, and I looked at Harry with various levels of interest and amusement at what had slipped out of the teen's mouth. Harry soon realized what she'd said aloud and her blush became practically luminescent.

"How much would it cost me for you all to forget that?" Harry managed to ask after clearing her throat.

In response, Harley pressed Harry's head even deeper into her chest and chided, "Nuhuh, none o' dat! No way are we ignorin' dat."

There was a quiet whining sound, and what might have been a moan, from Harry as she muttered, "Can't believe I said that."

With a chuckle, Harley let Harry go and returned to her seat, picking up the bottle of butterbeer and taking a pull. She blinked and looked at the bottle before shrugging, "Weak, but country miles ahead o' smilex."

"What's smilex?" Rhonda asked, confusion twisting her face adorably.

Harley waved the question away, "Not important. So Emy, wha was dat about 'Mama Harley'?"

Harry flushed, her entire posture screaming embarrassment, as she reached over and tried to hide her face behind her butterbeer. It might have been effective, had it been in a mug instead of a glass bottle.

Unfortunately for her, Harley wasn't willing to let it go, as she stared, bug eyed, at Harry and said, "Imma keep staring like dis until ya spill."

Sure enough, Harley continued to stare bug eyed at Harry for nearly ten minutes before Harry cracked, "That first night, when you held me during… that… I don't know when it started, but… well, you're gorgeous and I found myself… kinda… sorta… wanting to nurse from you…"

I smothered a snort of amusement, as Hermione's head whipped around to look at Harry, "Is that why you started looking up the recipe for the Wet Nurse potion?"

Harry flushed, and before she could say anything, Harley slapped her hand over Harry's mouth, "Doncha worry Emy, Mama Harley's got this. My client pleads the Fifth!"

"The what?" Rhonda asked.

"That's in Muggle America, not Wizarding Britain," Hermione managed to say through giggles.

"Oh," Harley gave an exaggerated look of consideration. "Sorry Emy, yer on yer own."

Harry gave a mock glare, before returning her attention to her bottle. After a minute, she mumbled something under her breath, that made Harley smile and put a comforting hand on Harry's shoulder. The table was quiet for a bit, as we enjoyed the butterbeer and atmosphere.

The quiet was broken by Harley with the grace and tact of a hungarian horntail with a hernia, "So how'd ya go from wantin' ta enjoy da girls ta thinkin' o' me as 'Mama Harley'?"

"How it started is a bit of a mystery, since nothing I've found is sure, but since the early fifteen hundreds it's been commonplace in the Wizarding World for witches to teach their daughters about their sexuality," Hermione explained. "In the case of muggleborns or those without a maternal witch figure, typically the mother of a close friend will take it upon herself to teach them."

Harley looked at the four of us one by one before saying, "So what ya sayin' is dat between witches incest is common?"

"Yup," I confirmed. "In some cases it lasts well into puberty. Mum and I would let off steam together all the way up until I went into Auror training."

Harley's eyebrows shot up, and her gaze turned to me, looking me up and down. I felt a little embarrassed, especially when she licked her lips, but didn't let it show on my face or in my body language.

Bear Sandosen

I sighed in frustration as I tossed the pseudo-robe thing I wore to the meeting of the ICW that Dumbledore had taken me to. Dumbledore mainly wanted me there to present Tara Q's shifting pensieve thingy, to get the ICW to recognize the threat. They all did, recognize it that is, but that's where things went… annoying.

The ICW had representatives of roughly seventy countries (which I'd been told rarely had the same borders as their non-magical counterparts), and over twenty of the representatives were firmly against providing any aid. 'It's not here, therefore it isn't our problem,' they said. Still, at least some were taking it seriously. The MACUSA representative (the accent giving them away as a Texan even if the hat didn't) made calls back to the states to get potion production up, so we had the beginnings of a potion stockpile in the works. Still, I needed to… vent off… steam…

As I'd walked into the Yamato's rec room, I was treated to the sight of Nikhol leaning over a pool table, lining up a shot, while wearing tight, form-fitting, black leather pants that looked to have been painted on. Her hips shifted back and forth as she calculated the angle of her next shot, the polished pool cue sliding through her fingers before lunging forwards.

"Are you just going to stand there staring?" Nikhol asked with a smokey purr, slowly arching her back as she rose to a standing position, her head turning to look at me over her shoulder. A knowing smirk was on her face as she pushed her ass in my direction.

If someone could be treated to that view without getting an erection, then they don't have a dick. I strode into the rec room and stood directly behind her, my rapidly swelling length grinding into the meat of her ass as I wrapped my arms around her. My right arm slid around her belly, fit muscle under a layer of softness, while my left slid up under her shirt, royal purple of some material I didn't recognize, to palm her firm, full breast.

"No bra?" I asked, even as my fingers began to tease a nipple.

"Where's the fun in that?" she cooed huskily, as she started grinding her ass against me.

My right hand popped the button on her pants before worming inside, to find that she was wearing just as much under her pants as she was under her shirt. And she was very, very wet.

"How much do you want me?" Nikhol asked, her voice thick with lust and sensuality. "Do you want to fill me up? To have my breasts wrapped around your throbbing manhood? To see me, one of the most powerful Sith in the galaxy, on my knees staring up at you with devotion in my eyes? Or perhaps bent over, my quim on display for you to enjoy and savor at your leisure?"

"All of it," I answered, in something that could charitably be described as halfway between a croak and a growl. "I want all of it. All of you."

"Then take it. Take me."

My hands pulled out from under her clothes, grabbing onto the waistband of her pants and yanking them down. The twin, perfect globes of her ass rippled with the force of my actions, catching and drawing my eyes even as my hands came up and pushed on her back. With her pants around her knees, Nikhol fell forwards, leaning over the pool table and looking back at me with more passion and fire than I can remember ever seeing in her eyes.

Her hands reached back, fingers digging into the meat of her ass and spreading herself open. I kicked off my shoes as my fingers undid the button and zipper of my pants, before stepping out of them and coming up behind Nikhol. Normally I'd start with eating her out a little, but right now I was so aroused I could barely put two thoughts together. Lining myself up with her soaked entrance, I buried myself into Nikhol, drawing a satisfied groan from me and a pleased moan from her.

She was warm and wet, almost velvet in how smoothly I slid inside her. My hands gripped her hips and I pulled my hips back before bucking into her with all the strength I could muster. Nikhol wanted to be taken? Then that's what she'll get. A hard, rough fucking.

"Yesss…" she moaned out, her voice fluctuating each time my hips slammed into her ass. "That's it. Give into your passions, stop holding back."

She wanted me to stop holding back? My right hand came away from her hip before I brought it down, slapping against her ass, causing a ripple to radiate out. Reaching up, I grabbed the deep neck of her shirt and yanked down, her full breasts popping free and bouncing in time with our fucking. I reached around, palming and squeezing the firm titflesh, and pulled Nikhol back so she was flush with my chest.

"You want this? You want to be taken?" I growled.

"I want yo-oooh… to act on, kriff, your desires," Nikhol panted, turning her head to look at me as she focused. "We want you just as much as you want us, dear Bear. We want you to approach us when you want us. Being the ones to initiate everything gets exhausting."

I wanted to respond to that, say something in my defense, but right then Nikhol flexed the muscles in her pussy, tightening on me to a degree far beyond what I would have thought possible. My balls clenched, and I hilted myself inside her as I came, sending jet after jet of cum deep into Nikhol.

My breath came in gasps, my muscles twitching as I filled this beautiful Dark Lord of the Sith. After what seemed an eternity, I stepped back, sliding out of Nikhol. Were I an ordinary man, that would probably have been all I could manage. But thanks to Tara Q's upgrades, with a minor flex of thought and will, I was ready to go again. And I knew exactly how I wanted to continue.

Grabbing Nikhol by the shoulder, I spun her around to face me as I pushed her to her knees. Her eyes widened in surprise as, without giving her the opportunity to speak, I slid my still slick cock into her mouth.

"I believe you said something about having your chest wrapped around me and looking up at me with devotion," I quipped with a smile.

Smokey, satisfied lust blazed in her eyes as she took me deeper into her mouth and lifted her breasts up to wrap them around my base.