Bear Sandosen

I didn't bother keeping the amusement off my face as Hyacinth dragged me along by the arm through Hogsmeade. From what I'd pieced together from my younger lover's excited chattering, the request Hermione had passed on about their dormmates was finally ready to be collected. Specifically when she'd asked if I'd be interested in being the first for Lavender and the Patil twins.

From the sounds of it, the three would be returning home for the Christmas break, so with this being the last Hogsmeade weekend before then it was the most convenient opportunity. Plus, if we managed to take out Riddle when we were planning on doing so, we wouldn't be staying for much longer. Since there weren't any ritual requirements this time, I'd made sure I was shooting blanks before arriving outside of Hogwarts.

I also couldn't help but notice a certain cloth band around her neck, partially hidden by the very unflattering Hogwarts robes but still visible. The sign that she'd decided to fully embrace being one of the Family. Almost as much of a sign as the child growing within her. There was something deeply erotic about both. Thinking about it made my amused grin stretch wider. If I wasn't scheduled to be with some of her friends, I would have probably taken her into an alley by now to have my wicked way with her. What can I say, seeing it on her did things for me.

Fortunately for my self-control, Hyacinth pulled me into what could only be the Three Broomsticks shortly thereafter. Then dragged me upstairs to where the rooms were, leading me to one that had a trio of witches waiting on the queen-sized bed. To my delight, they were dressed in something much more flattering than the Hogwarts uniform and showed off their bodies.

The two caramel skinned twins were dressed in lacy lingerie, framing and accentuating their petite and slim bodies, one a dark blue the other a pale green. Lavender, who had clearly hit early and generously by puberty, was wearing a pair of lingerie with a mesh design that was a darker shade of pink, almost orange. All three were lying on the bed, Lavender in the middle, with a twin on either side, kissing and caressing the pale girl along her generous curves.

All three turned to face Hyacinth and I, and with heavy, seductive eyes got up off the bed. Strutting over to stand before Hyacinth, my eyebrows rose as Lavender leaned in and planted a sensual kiss on the shorter girl's lips.

"Thank you for bringing him," the twin on the left, the one wearing the green lingerie, said before placing a finger under Hyacinth's chin and guiding her into a kiss of her own.

The other twin wasn't idle, sliding along the ramrod straight Hyacinth to stand flush, back to chest, and slipping her hands under Hyacinth's shirt. The black haired girl moaned, and from the angle I was at I could tell that not only was the blue clad twin groping Hyacinth's chest, but Hyacinth apparently decided to go without a bra. The sight of the three girls lavishing so much affection on my teenage lover left me with a lump in my throat and a very uncomfortable pair of pants.

"We'll take care of him from here, Darling," the twin teasing and pinching Hyacinth's nipples teased into the shorter girl's ear, before gently taking her earlobe between her teeth and pulling it until it snapped loose. Planting a couple kisses along the side of her neck to her ear, she whispered, "Do you want to watch? You did make this possible, after all."

Hyacinth let out a muffled, whining moan, her body twitching and shaking, seemingly only being held up by the hands playing with her body. I blinked in surprise, that looked like Hyacinth just came…did she have a voyeur fetish? Either way, the green clad twin broke the kiss, letting Hyacinth lean back, panting as she tried to catch her breath. After a minute or two, Hyacinth's half-lidded gaze turned from one twin, to Lavender, to the other twin, then to me. She gave a disappointed whine, the kind you make when you don't want to do something but know you're going to do it anyway.

"I really, really want to, but this is your time. It's your night, so I'm not going to intrude," the bespectacled girl finally said with a small pout.

I chuckled, before leaning in and giving her a short kiss, "Why don't you go see Nikhol and Harley? I'm sure they'd love to have some fun with you."

Hyacinth's eyes glazed over as a heavy blush spread across her face. She gave a rapid nod, before almost stumbling her way to the door of the room. Only for Lavender to call out, "Hyacinth."

She paused, and her blush only darkened as Lavender reached over and wiped a small amount of drool from the shorter teen's mouth with an amused smile. All four of us couldn't help the fond chuckling as Hyacinth fled, and I turned my focus back to the teens in front of me. All three were incredibly gorgeous, it was far beyond anything I'd conceived of happening when I accepted Tara Q's offer.

That was when it suddenly dawned on me, "Sorry, I should have introduced myself earlier. You can call me Bear. May I have the privilege of your names?"

The blue clad twin giggled before answering, "I'm Padma."

"I'm Parvati," the green clad one continued.

"Obviously, I'm Lavender," the final girl said, stepping up to press her front against mine, reaching up to wrap her arms around my neck and pull me into a kiss.

I returned it, as Padma and Parvati moved up to press themselves into my sides. Their hands slid between Lavender and I to unbutton my shirt, occasionally slipping under my shirt to feel my chest. My hands, meanwhile, reached around to rub at Padma and Parvati's backs, from their waist, along their spines, up to their shoulder blades. Lavender's hands came down, undoing my belt and unbuttoning my slacks.

Padma reached up, breaking my kiss with Lavender, to give me a kiss of her own. Parvati stepped behind me, pulling my now unbuttoned shirt off, before moving next to her twin and claiming a kiss for herself. Lavender knelt down, pushing my pants and underwear down as she did so. The sound of Lavender spitting was followed by her slicked hands wrapping around my length, rapidly bringing me from half mast to full. As Lavender knelt and gave me a handjob, I continued the threeway makeout session with the nubile indian twins.

After a minute, the twins started focusing their kisses on eachother, and I gently guided Lavender to stand up. Capturing her lips in another kiss, I reached up and pinched the front clasp of her bra. The two halves popped open, releasing the perky bounty held within. Cupping them, I groped and felt them up, even as Lavender moaned into my mouth. She wasn't as big as Harley or even Nikhol, but she was still at least a C-cup. More than that, her breasts were somehow both incredibly perky and so very soft at the same time.

Slowly, Lavender and I made our way to the bed, maintaining our lip lock and her breasts pressed firmly into my chest. Padma and Parvati followed us, their session turning almost feverish, and the two fell back onto the bed. Lavender and I broke our kiss, pressing our foreheads together as we regained our breath. Something which did pleasant things to her chest.

The back of Lavender's knees bumped into the bed, and we paused. Something I'd noticed with her as her breasts pressed against me was, despite what Tonks had said about witches starting to lactate around seventeen or eighteen, Lavender was apparently an early bloomer. Because, as I leaned down in front of her, I could tell that she'd been leaking.

"May I?" I asked, nodding towards her breasts.

In response, she smiled, brought her hands up to cup them, and said, "Go ahead."

Leaning in, I took one of her nipples into my mouth, wrapping a hand around the breast. Almost immediately, a sweet, creamy liquid filled my mouth. My free arm wrapped around Lavender's back, pulling her closer to me. At the same time, her hands went to the back of my head, pulling my face into her breast, as a pleasured gasp left her throat.

"Feels so good," she said with a moan, her fingers running through my hair. "You like that, Mr. Bear? You like drinking my milk?"

Pulling back, I smiled up at her, "Nothing tastes as good as a girl's milk."

She giggled as I dove back in, suckling and drinking from the other breast. More of her wonderful milk filled my mouth, and Lavender's grip on my head tightened. She gave a low, muffled moan and I glanced up to see an expression on her face I'd grown increasingly familiar with over the last few months. Even with her eyes closed, the look on her face, the way she was biting her lip, the shakes running through her… I was never not going to enjoy making a girl cum just by enjoying her breasts. Watching the teen temptress climax like that made me feel needy and aching to be inside her.

Standing up, I hooked a finger under the front of her panties and pulled them aside, laying my dick over her slick nether lips. Meeting her half-lidded gaze, I asked, "Ready, beautiful?"

"More than ready," she said, putting her arms over my shoulders. "Take me."

I needed no more invitation than that. Taking myself in hand, I guided my cock to her pussy, finding the entrance to her womanhood, before pushing in. Reaching around, my hands cupped her ass and I pulled her towards me, even as I pushed in with my hips. Her legs wrapped around my waist, and her arms pulled her front flush with my chest as she leaned in to meet my lips in a kiss.

Our movements were slow, little motions back and forth, as we kissed. Time flew by as we made love, our kissing occasionally pausing to gaze into each other's eyes before continuing. It was passionate, but not frantic. The tension built up slowly, until, finally, we broke the kiss and rested our heads on the other's shoulder as we came. Her womanhood clenched tightly around me as I shot jet after jet of cum into her, flooding her passage even as it tried its best to pull me deeper.

"Is it…" Lavender began, only to pause to catch her breath. "Is it always like that?"

"It can be," I answered, gently lowering her to the bed as her grip on me loosened. "If you find a partner who isn't selfish."

She gave a quiet moan, as I slipped out of her, her eyes lidded as she tried to stay awake. Looking to her right, I was treated to the sight of how the Patil twins kept themselves busy as Lavender and I made love. More specifically, they were locked in a passionate 69, the twin on the bottom eagerly caressing her sister's hips and cheeks. Even without my instant recharge power, the sight of two gorgeous teen twins going down on each other would have aroused me beyond words.

I felt guilty for it, but with their lingerie thrown across the room (the panties that Parvati had been wearing were hanging from the doorknob) I couldn't tell which witch was which. So, rather than interrupt them to ask and thus break the mood, I approached the end closest to the edge of the bed and gently put my hand on the head of the twin on top.

She lifted her head, to the protest of her twin under her, and I asked with a smile, "Hi there, sweetie. May I join in?"

She grinned, her lips glistening with her sister's juices, and lifted her upper body just enough I could slip between her sister's legs. As I moved into position, she rose the rest of the way, so that she was sitting on her sister's face.

"Are you ready?" I asked. "I don't want to…"

My query was interrupted, as the twin I was about to deflower reached down with one hand and spread her nether lips open with two fingers. Even I could take that hint. Chuckling, I pressed my tip against her pussy before smoothly sliding in. I glanced up, and the twin grinned, "There's an amazing spell that makes your wand vibrate, let's just say that we've had a lot of practice with it."

Chuckling, I continued sinking into the twin under me until, finally, my hips met hers. Her sister leaned forwards, and I was expecting her to want a kiss like Lavender. To my surprise, she instead went for my neck, leaving little kisses and nibbles from my jaw to my collarbone. Her hands reached down to trace around where her sister's pussy was spread by my length, sending an interesting sensation through me.

Her tongue darted out, licking my neck, before she pulled back, meeting my eyes. She smiled, and said, "We've been imagining this moment for years, just let go."

Even I knew what that meant; I bucked my hips, thrusting deeply inside the twin under me before pulling back, allowing me to do it again. Both twins moaned, and I could see the pleasure written clearly on the face of the twin facing me. Her mouth opened slightly as she gasped for air, while her eyes closed in bliss.

The twin on top leaned back, cupping and playing with one of her breasts as she held herself steady with her other hand. The change in position allowed me to see her sister lick her lips, before she reached down to stroke her clit. She groaned, her body tensing, squeezing down on my length inside her. I found myself following suit, thrusting up inside of her.

"Ohhh!" she cried out, her body shaking as she came.

I hissed, my own orgasm rapidly approaching. As I did, she tightened around me once more, and then, suddenly, I was shooting jet after jet of cum into her. It seemed to last forever, but eventually, I slowed to a stop. I pulled out, my softening shaft coming free with a wet 'POP', followed soon by a trail of white, oozing cum. I turned back to the last virgin in the room, but before I could ask her if she was ready to continue, she reached out and put a single, caramel colored finger on my lips.

"Shh," she purred, pushing me back towards the head of the bed. "You've already taken two of our virginities, take a moment to rest. We can resume later tonight."

I nodded, laying back on the king sized bed. Lavender cuddled up against my right side, the twin I'd deflowered against my left, while the final teen claimed my front for herself. Lavender reached over to the side table, waved her wand, and the sheets soon covered all four of us.

Nikhol Diomedes

I had done missions like this before, but that didn't mean I enjoyed the waiting. It was easily the most boring thing I could think of, at least with cooking there was the excitement of setting something on fire and having to put it out. Fortunately, I had a rather fascinating diversion to keep me entertained while my enhanced doxies kept watch for me.

So many intriguing creatures on this planet, such a wealth of biodiversity to draw inspiration from. It was something that was rare to see, back in the Empire and even the Republic. Oh sure, there were countless different species to be found in the galaxy that made the ones on this planet look cuddly. But I couldn't think of a single world that had as complete an understanding and record of their planet's evolutionary history as this one.

I turned another page of the book I was reading. That holovid that Harley had put on last night was so fascinating, I was honestly impressed with the visuals and cinematography considering how primitive the technology behind it was. That was without considering the potential ideas that it could inspire in my studies of the Force and Alchemy specifically. I'd have to do something nice for her, as thanks for choosing that Jurassic Park movie.

It was because of that holovid that I was able to pick out my reading material for the evening. An encyclopedia specifically on these 'dinosaurs'. It was fascinating to see how the understanding and study of them progressed over time, the 'tyrannosaurus rex' in particular. I would love to see a fight between one of those and a rancor, or just have one to enhance with Sith Alchemy. Malora would find some way to combine the two. If I could get some DNA samples, I might just make the attempt myself.

The doxies started to get slightly more animated, pulling my focus to the here and now. Reaching out with my senses, I easily sensed the presence of both the serpent, and the soul riding along inside it. Well, play time's starting. Reaching out, I easily grabbed it with the Force and telekinetically brought it up into the air, floating it in front of me.

"Listen well, Thomas," I purred, stepping up in front of the snake and looking it in the eye. Running a finger under the reptile's chin, I continued, "In three days, at noon, you will find me waiting in Diagon Alley, on the steps of Gringotts. If you want your pet back, you will show up yourself. If you don't, then I will use the fragment of your soul you put in this to hunt down the rest of your little trinkets. If you think I cannot, let me give you a… demonstration."

Reaching out with the Dark Side, I began to squeeze on the patchwork soul riding in the snake, my own face almost certainly a rictus of pure Dark Side ecstasy. The Patchwork struggled to slip free, and after a moment I let it, tearing off a small fragment as I did so. Not enough to act as a Horcrux, nor enough to use in any Dark Side rituals, but enough to make him come to the conclusion that I was not bluffing about tracking down his other horcruxes. To ensure that he wasn't able to go to the locations that his horcruxes were hidden, that would take a little bit of… creativity.

"Let's see how much you can endure, shall we?" I cooed at the snake, eager to experiment on it.

I'd considered seeing how many enhancements it could take, removing the soul fragment, then keeping it when we left, but Lana pointed out that Hyacinth would probably be uncomfortable with it. That girl was lucky that she was so fun to tease.

There were a few office workers present when I departed, but none did more than stop and stare. I saw no need to bother with them, so I didn't. I had much more entertaining prospects in my immediate future. The snake, Nagini Bear called it, was a bit disappointing. Oh the venom was useful, but there were only so many ways to have 'mundane venom, but even more lethal'. Have your venom do something novel! Like the platypus! Or perhaps hallucinogenic, just do something interesting.

So my next three days were filled with using the soul-based connection between Riddle and his snake to funnel all of the pain and torment of Sith Alchemy from it to him. Since I didn't need to worry about keeping it, I didn't bother actually enhancing the snake. Instead, I slowly drained its life force to reinforce and improve a gift I was making for Cameron.

I hadn't had much interactions with the assassin droid, but merely torturing the serpent would have been wasteful. True, I was better with the biological aspects of Sith Alchemy, but I'd made sure to study all aspects of the art while I was on Korriban. I'd procured a delightful knife and used the life force to improve its strength, durability, and give it a monomolecular edge. Then I'd removed the venom sacks, painfully, and used the Force to incorporate them into the structure of the knife itself.

The last part I needed Cameron present for. By this point, the knife itself had its own Force signature, and in order to properly tie it to Cameron she had to be present. It was a relatively quick process, and the serpent was just barely alive enough to continue serving as bait.

"Well, what do you think of it?" I asked Cameron as I finished the enhancements on the knife.

She took a moment to examine the knife, before sliding it into the sheathe I'd similarly enhanced and saying, "Thank you. I will put it to good use against those that would threaten our Family."

"That's why I made it. In addition to enhancing the physical qualities and capabilities, it has been laced with an extremely lethal toxin, returning to you should it be lost, and it will be able to penetrate most armors that I am familiar with outside of alchemically enhanced armor and mandalorian beskar. I believe that Bear will enjoy the design as well," I said, thinking back to those comedic movies that Bear seemed to love.

The ones featuring the burned demon with the dream powers reminded me of the Empire's Wrath, back home. She favored psychological warfare just as much as Freddie did; Force, if she were so inclined she'd probably be as good a psychiatrist as Harley. The ones featuring the killer in black with the white mask were Bear's favorites. I had only heard the basic plot, but I was intrigued by the Final Destination holovids. Far too many Sith would do well to accept the vids' message: sooner or later death comes for everyone. What I'd done to Valkorion proved that.

Bear Sandosen

"Hyacinth?" I called gently, the girl's head lifting from the book she'd been staring blankly at. "It's time, we're heading out."

"Oh, right," she muttered, closing the book. She was about to get up when I put a hand on her shoulder. "What?"

"Hyacinth, regardless of what the prophecy says, you don't have to go if you don't want to. Tell us to go and end Riddle, and we will do so in your name, by your hand," I told her. Gazing into her emerald green eyes, I couldn't help but note that when we arrived, I never expected to find myself caring so much for her. Not just because she's carrying my child, but, as corny as it sounds even in my head, because she's her. She's Hyacinth. Pushing that aside, I continued, "Whether or not you decide to come, or stay here, you shouldn't have to lose another set of parental figures. So Arthur and Molly will be staying here."

Hyacinth threw herself at me, wrapping me in a hug that I returned, holding her close and whispering soothing noises in her ear. I don't know how long we stood there, before she stiffened and said, "Padfoot, I…"

"Relax, Pup," Sirius said from behind me. Hyacinth and I broke the hug and I turned around to face him. "I'm better at being the crazy uncle than the stern father. I honestly prefer it that way. In any case, I've already talked to Bear and the rest of them. I'll be coming with you when you leave this world and move on to the next. In any case, whether you go or stay, I'll be right there at your side."

"That's a good boy, want a treat?" Lisa chimed in from behind Sirius, prompting a raised middle finger from the man in her direction. "Anyway, it's time to go. Will you be joining us?"

Hyacinth's eyes danced back and forth, her mind clearly working as she tried to put her feelings to words. Finally, she took a deep breath and said, "I… I need to see it. He took so much, from me, from everyone. I have to see him die. And, with the extra strength from the ritual, I can really help."

"With me, in the back," Taylor said as she walked in, her voice firm. "That's the only way you're going, Hyacinth. You have someone else to think about now."

Taylor's words were accompanied by a very pointed nod towards Hyacinth's abdomen. Hyacinth opened her mouth, before pausing. Her hand drifted to her stomach, and she gave a reluctant nod. Patting her on the shoulder, I told Hyacinth as she turned to look at me, "Go see the rest of the Coven. Hermione's going to be staying, helping brew potions, while Luna and Rhonda are both coming."

Hyacinth nodded, taking a deep breath and squaring her shoulders before walking out of the room. I shared a glance with Sirius and Lisa, the latter of whom gestured for me to follow Hyacinth. Nodding, I did so, keeping a decent distance from her as she made her way through Grimmauld Place. Hermione was, as expected, in the kitchen which had been converted to a mini potions lab, brewing from three cauldrons at once. Well, she wasn't brewing at the moment. Instead she had her arms wrapped around Hyacinth, Rhonda, and Luna in a group hug that they returned with equal enthusiasm.

I stood there, in the doorway, watching as they spoke to each other. They weren't talking loud enough for me to hear, not that I tried very hard to listen in. But even with that, I heard the bushy haired bookworm tell them, "Don't any of you dare die on me."

Her eyes turned up towards me and she said, "That goes for you too, Bear. You're not allowed to die, you have a Family to come back to."

I gave a wry smile, making my way over and joining the group hug, "I promise. We'll all come back, safe and sound."

I felt Hermione nod into my shoulder, before pulling back and taking a deep breath to compose herself. Giving a smile, she looked at us and said, "Good luck."

She was still scared, but I could tell that she was pushing that aside to focus. I lean over and kiss her on the forehead. The way she immediately blushed was cute, and I tell her, "We'll be fine. We have a plan, and in case it goes sideways, Nikhol and Lana will be there to take care of matters. Absolute worst case scenario, we'll all be wearing portkeys."

"That does make me feel better," Hermione admitted.

Cameron entered the kitchen, dressed for combat, a new knife strapped to the outside of her thigh. "It's time," she said, making me nod.

"See you when we get back," I told Hermione as the rest of the coven and I joined the enhanced terminator. Glancing down at her knife, I furrowed my eyebrows as I couldn't help but think it looked familiar. Wait a second… "Is that the knife from the Scream movies?"

"I believe it was originally modeled after it," Cameron answered. "Nikhol has used Alchemy to enhance it. Before we depart, this is for you, Rhonda."

Cameron paused as we passed by the entrance hall and picked up a long, cloth wrapped bundle before handing it to the tall ginger. She removed the cloth wrapping, to reveal a sword with rubies in the hilt and pommel, making Hyacinth gasp in surprise. Ah, given Rhonda's focus on physical enhancement, giving her the Sword of Gryffindor makes more sense than giving it to Hyacinth.

With that taken care of, we placed our hands on the portkey that'd been prepared, and were whisked away. Soon, we'd be solving the problem of Riddle, for good.

Hyacinth Potter

I swallowed nervously as I sat with Taylor and Luna in the Leaky Cauldron. Most of the civilians had either left Diagon Alley or fled for the shops, due to Taylor calling up her swarm. Rhonda was at the entrance to the alley, the Sword of Gryffindor hidden under her robes. Nikhol (I pushed down the part of me that started to blush at just the thought of her) and Lana were both on the steps leading to Gringotts, Voldemort's snake in her hand. Cameron was hiding under my dad's cloak. Kara was disillusioned and floating over the alley. Then there were over a dozen wizards and witches in place, waiting for Voldemort to show up.

Everyone had their role in the upcoming battle, mine was to dump as much power as I could comfortably manage into the spells and jinxes to keep Voldemort and his Death Eaters from escaping. It was a simple enough spell, but if a witch or wizard were more powerful than the once casting it they could get through. The typical way around this was to have multiple casters coordinating, but, thanks to the ritual we did with Bear, I could keep all of them in Diagon once they arrived. This was it, this was when we finally stopped Voldemort, and if I fucked it up, he'd get away and…

A hand on my own snapped me from my thoughts, and I looked up to see Taylor giving me a gentle smile, "It's okay. We got this. You'll do just fine."

"Thanks," I said. It was so hard to believe she was the same age as me, Taylor seemed so much older, most of the time. I wondered what she'd seen, what she'd gone through to be like that, but didn't feel comfortable asking. Not right now, anyway. I might ask once we left for the next world, but if she didn't want to tell me that was fine.

Taylor's body stiffened, and at the same time I felt a chill run down my spine. Despite sitting next to the Cauldron's hearth, and the blazing fire crackling inside it, my breath became visible in front of me.

"Dementors," I whispered, pushing back the memories and feelings that threatened to come up.

"Let me," Luna said, her voice unusually firm as she stood up and made her way to the alley. As soon as the entrance opened enough, she stuck her arm through and growled out, "Expecto Patronum!"

As the near blinding silver hare leapt off into the sky, hunting down the dementors, I stared wide eyed at Luna. It was obvious why Luna disliked dementors, like me she had seen a parent die in front of her, but she was old enough to understand it when it happened. All that aside, I couldn't help but note that there was something sexy about Luna when she looked like that. I didn't mean that she wasn't sexy already, just tha-

"He's here," Taylor said, letting me focus. Closing my eyes, I held up my wand and cast the spells. I felt them settle into place, and almost immediately they were tested as some of the Death Eaters tried to apparate away. I smiled as I felt their attempts bounce off my spell. I barely felt them, their efforts being a lot weaker than I'd been expecting.

Rhonda Weasley

As You-Know-Who and his Death Eaters appeared, I took the Sword of Gryffindor out from under my robes and started circling my magic in my body. It had taken a while to get the hang of it, but now I could do it without focusing on it, which I'd need for this. Luna's hare patronus was taking care of the dementors, leaping from one to another and biting at their necks, each dementor dropping as it did so.

"So, you are the one who has the gall to threaten the Dark Lord Voldemort," You-Know-Who hissed at Nikhol and Lana. "The suffering you will feel for that insult will be remembered for a thousand years."

"How unoriginal," Nikhol drawled. "You see, Thomas, that would have been intimidating; if you were… well intimidating."

"Spare us your speeches, you don't have anything to say that we haven't heard already," Lana said, moments before there was the snap-hiss of a lightsaber, and a scream like the damned, before she continued. "You also don't have any horcruxes left. Nagini was the last one."

That was my cue. Readying the sword, I pushed off with my left foot, all but flying into the crowd of Death Eaters. Twin beams of red shot into the crowd from the sky, and each time they did, one of the Death Eaters shouted something about their wands. Spellfire came down on the Death Eaters from the rooftops. Swarms of bugs filled the air, preventing the Death Eaters from getting clear lines of sight. Nikhol and Lana both had their lightsabers out, batting away spells sent their way as Nikhol unleashed bolts of lightning into the crowd.

I was expecting to need to brace myself when the blade in my hands met flesh, instead it cut through the Death Eaters like they weren't there. The lack of resistance threw me off balance, and my left hand let go of the hilt to reach out in front of me. My hand landed on another Death Eater, and I used that moment to regain my balance. There was a loud cracking sound, a wet goo covered my hand, and I looked at the Death Eater I'd used to regain my balance.

My eyes widened, and bile threatened to bubble up into my mouth. It was obvious in retrospect, but my magically enhanced strength had made me strong enough that I'd… I… I pushed my nausea down, I couldn't stop, I had to keep moving, had to keep focused. I brought the Sword of Gryffindor up, driving the blade point first into the head of another Death Eater, piercing under the chin and all but cleaving the front of their face off.

Things sort of blurred together after that, the lack of resistance to my blade making it hard to tell how many Death Eaters I was hitting. There was an almost constant barrage of twin red beams into the crowd, and it was only when one passed over my shoulder that it dawned on me what it was: Kara was using her heat vision to target the Death Eaters' wands. Someone in the Order must have disillusioned her, because Hyacinth had mentioned loaning her cloak to Cameron.

I hopped over a Death Eater that collapsed, pointedly ignoring the way that their mask wobbled and the growing swarm above it. There was an explosion, and Flourish and Blotts collapsed, moments before You-Know-Who bellowed, "Pestis incendium!"

A snake, almost as large as the shed basilisk skin in the Chamber of Secrets, made of fire appeared, coiling around You-Know-Who and letting out a hissing roar. It snapped at Nikhol and Lana, who leapt out of the way, causing it to smash into the pillars at the entrance to Gringotts.

"Is that your best, boy?" Nikhol taunted, the grin audible in her voice. "Let me show you a taste of real power!"

The entire battle came to a pause, as with the sound of cracking and splintering rock, the entire front of Gringotts tore free. My eyes widened in shock as I realized that it wasn't the front that she lifted with her power. Nikhol broke the entire Gringotts building off its foundations and broke it apart to use as weapons and barriers. A crack of thunder pulled my gaze skyward, and my jaw dropped as dark storm clouds began to form over Diagon Alley. I turned to look at Nikhol, a wide grin on her face that looked almost sexual as her eyes glowed with purple light and arcs of lightning danced along her arms.

"Have a taste of the power that conquered the Eternal Empire. Feel the power of Darth Nox!" Nikhol bellowed, moments before the chunks of Gringotts fell upon the fire snake, tearing chunks out of it faster than it could reform, as dozens of bolts of lightning fell from the sky, each and every one of them hitting a Death Eater.

I couldn't see what happened next, the lightning making it impossible for me to see. I did my best to get out of there, to clear the spots in my vision. When I could finally see again, my jaw dropped. All of the Death Eaters were down, the only one still standing was You-Know-Who. Well, he wasn't standing, he was floating in mid air, with his arms and legs stretched out, spread eagle as Nikhol strutted up to him, her hand out towards him.

"Dear, dear Thomas. You were such a fool. You had a measure of power, I will admit that. But really, mutilating your soul? That was the best you could come up with?" as she spoke, she spread her fingers out wider, and even from near the entrance to the alley I could hear the cracks and pops as she pulled You-Know-Who's limbs out of their sockets.

Taylor's swarm coalesced in front of Nikhol, TORTURE WAS NOT PART OF THE PLAN, DARTH NOX.

"You say that like he's undeserving," Nikhol shot back, her voice annoyed.

WHAT PURPOSE WOULD IT SERVE? BESIDES, WE HAVE OUR ORDERS. HE HAS OUTLIVED HIS USEFULNESS.

"Oh very well," Nikhol groused, twirling her hand and forming a fist. "I really should thank you, Thomas. I wouldn't have been able to make this without your… pet."

You-Know-Who's arms and legs snapped shut, like he'd been hit with a Full Body Bind, before he was spun around, facing the entirety of Diagon Alley. I heard a quiet, deep breath, and turned to see Hyacinth at the entrance to the Leaky Cauldron, her eyebrows furrowed in focus and determination, her gaze locked on to You-Know-Who. I looked back, just in time to see You-Know-Who's own eyes widen, his mouth opening to say something. There was a gleam of silver in the air between where I was and You-Know-Who, and the next thing I knew, there was a knife, buried in You-Know-Who's forehead.

There were the cracks of apparation, and dozens of Aurors appeared in the alley. I quietly handed the Sword of Gryffindor to Hyacinth, and slinked into the Leaky Cauldron side of the barrier. Minister Fudge stepped out from behind one of the Aurors, staring wide eyed at the carnage and devastation that the battle had caused.

"Well, well if it isn't dear old Minister Fudge," Nikhol tutted. "Late to the party, as always."

Fudge turned to look at Nikhol, his face paling upon seeing Taylor's swarm form. He stumbled back, pointing towards Nikhol, Lana, and Taylor's swarm, "Aurors, arrest them!"

You could hear a pin drop, as everyone who'd seen the battle tried to comprehend what Minister Fudge was thinking. The silence was broken by Nikhol's laughter, her creepy, mocking laughter.

"That was the funniest thing I've heard since my old teacher thought she could hijack my body," she said as she got her chuckles under control. "For that, dear Fudge, I'm not going to kill you. You are far too entertaining a fool to waste."

WE DO NOT HAVE TIME TO PLAY WITH HIM ANYWAY, DARTH NOX, Taylor's swarm chided.

"Indeed, Love. We have spent too much time in Britain as it is. We were supposed to leave over a year ago," Lana said, placing a hand on Nikhol's cheek and drawing a finger along the taller woman's chin in a way that, even this far away, sent a jolt down my back.

"Oh very well, I suppose the bounty on the local 'Dark Lord' will have to suffice," Nikhol groused with a pout. "Can we at least pick up some venomous animals from Australia? I have so many experiments I want to run."

"We'll see, Love," Lana said in a placating manner, before her and Nikhol's portkeys activated, and Taylor's swarm collapsed.

Hyacinth, Luna and I all quietly slipped back into the Leaky Cauldron, taking the Floo back to Grimmauld Place, as Fudge started bellowing orders, demanding to know what happened. I couldn't help but wonder what the headlines for the Daily Prophet were going to say for tomorrow. Would the battle be on the front page or the note Hyacinth was going to send in telling them that we were leaving and wouldn't be back at least until her daughter was old enough to get a Hogwarts letter?

We arrived at Grimmauld just in time to be the recipient of a hug from Mum, before being herded to the dining room and having tea and a spread of food placed in front of us. Soon, others started filing in. Tonks had her left hand on her shoulder as she rolled her right arm, Cameron handed the folded cloak to Hyacinth and thanked her for letting her borrow it, but the most surprising part was when Sirius came in and pulled me out of my chair to give me a hug.

"Thank you for getting that traitorous rat," he said before letting go. Huh? My confusion must have been on my face because he explained, "You were the one who got Pettigrew, grabbed him before he could turn into his animagus form and slink away."

Grabbed? The only one I grabbed was the one when I… when…

"Here ya go," someone whispered as a bucket was pushed into my hands, just in time for the food I'd only just had to come up. A pair of hands rubbed circles on my back, as another hand pulled my hair out of the way of the next heave. "S'alright, this's ta be expected tha first time ya squash someone's head lahke a pimple."

"Harley," Bear said with disapproval in his voice as, despite what I'd thought, more came up out of my stomach. I felt his hand on my back, between my shoulder blades, his thumb rubbing small circles over my clothes. "It's okay, Rhonda. You're fine, we're all fine. The worst to be hurt was Tonks's dislocated shoulder. Riddle's gone, forever."

Hyacinth, Luna, and Hermione joined Bear in rubbing my back, whispering words as my mind replayed Pettigrew's death. I hadn't meant to… I didn't even realize… it was so easy. Even the pumpkins we harvested every year had been harder to crush than a person's skull had been. I… I needed to talk to Kara, I needed her to show me how to better control this strength. What if it'd been Luna? Or Cameron? Or Bear?

Kara Zor-El

I'd heard what happened during the battle, so it didn't surprise me when Rhonda approached me, even while everyone else was celebrating. I put an arm around the girl's shoulder, guiding her to the library where it was quiet. Once there, I just pulled her into a hug, letting the younger girl break down, sobbing into my shoulder. I rubbed a hand into her back, whispering comforting sounds in her ear, until she ran out of tears.

"It's scary, isn't it?" I asked rhetorically. "The realization that if you don't take constant care you could break something, or someone. That if you lose control for even a moment someone could die. My cousin was lucky, his powers came to him slowly, over time. He had time to acclimate to it. From what you've said about your magic, you have it better than both of us."

Rhonda looked up at me, confusion clear in her red eyes, and I continued, "For my cousin and I, we have to keep track of how much strength we use because our strength doesn't shut off. We simply have a much larger scale of how much strength we can apply at any given time. For you, if you aren't actively using your magic, you can't have the kind of accident you're afraid of. When you are using your magic, that sort of control comes with practice. Practice that we can give you. It will be hard, but considering how you developed an entirely new branch of magic on your own, I don't think you will find that enough to dissuade you."

"But…" she began, and I cut her off with a soft kiss.

"Think of it this way," I told her. "How often did you use your full strength in your everyday life? Before you discovered how to enhance it with your magic."

Rhonda blinked, her gaze going distant as she thought about it. Until she murmured, to herself, "I can't remember…"

"It's the same thing," I reassured her, placing a kiss on her forehead. "Do you feel better?"

She nodded, before asking, "Can we just stay here?"

"Of course, sweetie."

Arthur Weasley

"Mr. Weasley, can I talk to you?" the young man that Rhonda's coven had fallen for asked as the party raged.

"Of course, and please, call me Arthur," I agreed as we moved to a quieter corner.

Bear sighed, running his hands through his hair, before visibly steeling himself and asking, "Why was facing the possibility of death in the battle less terrifying than the thought of being a father?"

I gave him a fond smile, it seemed he'd finally been told, "Because you already love them, and want to be the best you can be for them. It's a good sign."

Bear blinked, looking up at me with a note of surprise, before relaxing in relief. I held back a chuckle, Hyacinth and Luna were awfully young to be mothers, but the sheer joy in Hyacinth's expression when she'd talked about being a mother… I couldn't think of a time when I'd ever seen her so happy. The fact that Bear was coming to me for advice spoke well for him.

"It won't be for a few years," I began, recalling some of the advice that my own father had given me so long ago. "But something to keep in mind: when they first start coming to you and asking for something, remember to check if they'd already asked their mother. If it looks like they're lying, ask if she'd say the same thing. You're a team, it is your job to protect and teach them."

"Any other advice?" Bear asked, patting his pockets until he pulled out a small notebook.

"Don't ever forget to tell your children that you are proud of them. Hearing that from a father is just as meaningful as hearing that you love them. It doesn't necessarily make sense, but is just as special for a child to know that their father sees potential and greatness in them," I told him, putting a hand on his shoulder. He looked up, meeting my gaze, and I couldn't help but see a bit of my own children in him. Smiling warmly, I squeezed his shoulder and told him, "You're going to be a good father, Bear. But more importantly, I can tell that you are going to be an amazing dad."

Bear swallowed, and in that instant I knew. He wasn't coming to me just because he knew how many children Molly and I'd had. He didn't have anyone else to go to, here or in his own world. Giving him a wide, proud smile, I pulled him into a hug, embracing him and pouring all the love and pride I could into it. It was something that I could feel he hadn't had in far too long. My mind involuntarily went back to the last time I'd had with my father, shortly before Bill was born. I'd even had a similar conversation with him as this one with Bear.

We pulled apart, and I clapped Bear's shoulder, giving him a smile. Movement in the corner of my eye made me turn, to see Bill and Fleur. I felt a bit of nervous tension along my spine. How do you tell your son that you will always be proud of him, regardless of who he loves? The thought that he felt the need to pretend with Fleur around Molly and I… it hurt more than words could describe.

"Bear, may we have a word with you?" Bill asked, glancing between him and I. His eyes narrowed, and he half jokingly asked, "Dad, did you just threaten Bear if he didn't bring Rhonda back by nightfall?"

That brought amused snorts from both Bear and I, and some of the tension bled away. Bear got his amusement under control first and answered, "No, I just went to him for parenting advice."

"Considering you have three children on the way, it is a good thing you did," I told him.

Bear blinks, turning to look back at me, "Three?"

Oh, oh dear. I glanced around the room, seeing Molly speaking to Hyacinth, before explaining, "She came to Molly and I for advice, do give my apologies to Miss Wilbourne for spoiling the surprise."

"Lisa's pregnant?" Bear asked, stupefied.

"Wonderful, you broke him before we could speak to him," Bill joked with a shake of his head as Fleur guided the still dazed Bear away. I chuckled, thinking back to the advice I'd given Bear and the difficulties that Molly and I had in telling Bill we knew.

"Bill," I said, getting his attention. I took a breath and told him, "I want you to know, no matter what, I am proud of you, and your mother and I will always love you."

His eyes widened, and he looked choked up. So I did what I'd done for Bear and pulled him into a hug. A hug that he returned, squeezing tightly as he asked, his voice thick with emotion, "How long?"

"Since you graduated Hogwarts," I answered. "We understand why you didn't tell us, but you're our son. How could we not love you?"

Bill's grip tightened, and he gasped, that one sound carrying more emotion and meaning than any number of words would ever convey. I met Molly's gaze over Bill's shoulder, and she asked with her face if we were alright. I gave her a smile, one that conveyed that yes, we were both alright. More than alright.

Hyacinth Potter

"I'm going to miss you," I said as I gave Mrs. Weasley a hug. We'd be leaving for the next world in a few days, and as excited as I was at the thought of seeing things I'd never have imagined, I was going to miss my pseudo-adopted family.

"And we'll miss you, dear," Mrs. Weasley said as she returned the hug. "Do take care of each other, will you? I know the four of you are more powerful than we are, but a mother worries. You'll soon see for yourself."

I smiled into the hug, "Thank you for everything. Not just recommending the Healer, but…well, everything."

"How could I not?" she asked tenderly.

I took a breath, and forced myself to say what I'd been thinking for a while now, "I'll always miss what I didn't get to have with my parents, but you're my Mum and Dad just as much as they are. And I really wish you could come and watch your granddaughter grow up."

She didn't say anything, the way her hug tightened said it all. The hug broke soon after, and we were joined by Hermoine and Luna. I was in that kind of mood, so I pulled my coven sisters into a group hug. I just felt… light. Free. Like a weight I hadn't known was there had vanished. I hadn't imagined that Voldemort being gone would make such a huge difference, but it had. More than I'd have ever considered possible.

"Before you ladies leave," Mrs. Weasley said, getting all three witches' attention. "There's something I want you to have. It'll have to wait until I go back to the Burrow, but it will show you how to be a true witch, rather than simply a woman who uses magic."

I blinked in confusion, from what Hagrid told me before my First Year, wasn't that specifically what a witch was? Seeing the confusion on my and Hermione's faces, she smiled and continued, "I've already taught the four of you the various social, cultural, emotional, and sexual aspects of being a witch. But there's a number of rituals that are passed down from mother to daughter and have been since before recorded history. It's older than Wizarding Britain, older than Rome, even older than Egypt. Rituals that call upon things as true and natural as the act of breathing. When Rhonda sent her first letter home and talked about the two of you, I knew I'd be passing those rituals onto you as well. So I prepared and wrote them down for the day you'd be ready for them."

My throat grew tight, and I tried to swallow down the lump that had formed in it. Stubborn thing refused to move, so it was Hermione who said what was on my mind, "Mrs. Weasley… thank you. For everything."

Bear Sandosen

Lisa was pregnant. It had to be the night I did the ritual with the Coven, that was the only time we'd had sex and I didn't have my fertility turned off. I was going to be a father three times over. Lisa was carrying my child.

"Bill, is everything alright?" Fleur's voice snapped me out of the spiral my mind had been going in, and I turned to see the shaky form of Bill walking into the room. Despite how uneven his walk was, he had a huge grin on his face.

"They knew," he whispered. "They knew, and didn't disown me."

Who knew wh- oh!

"I am so happy to hear that," Fleur said with a smile as she gave Bill a hug. Before pulling back and looking mildly concerned, "It doesn't change what we were going to ask, does it?"

Bill shook his head, his grin still plastered on his face, "No, we'd need to ask someone anyway, and who better to ask?"

"Ask me what?" I hesitantly asked. Then, to lighten the mood, jokingly said, "With the way things have been I'm guessing you're asking me to impregnate Fleur."

"Oui," Fleur said with a smile and a nod.

"Wait, what?" I asked in surprise. "Seriously?"

"We're going to need to have children at some point, even with Mum and Dad apparently having known about me since I graduated Hogwarts," Bill answered before continuing. "Even with potions to help, I just can't do the job myself, we tried a few months back. So we need to ask someone else to provide the seed."

"So… is this a sort of thing where I fill a turkey baster and you wait until you're ovulating?" I asked, feeling just a little weirded out.

Fleur laughed, the sound tinkling through the air like little bells, as Bill answered, "Not exactly. There are potions to induce ovulation, ones to improve virility, and others to all but guarantee a pregnancy. Think of it as a celebratory night of sex, if it helps."

As weird as the thought of specifically impregnating a woman just to leave was, I'd have to be either gay or dead to refuse the offer in front of me. So with that thought in mind, there was only one thing I could say, "When do you want to do this?"

Bear Sandosen

Less than fifteen minutes after I'd asked the question, Bill, Fleur, and I were in the Shell Cottage. Seeing as they knew that we'd be leaving soon, it made sense. The potions had already been prepared, and I'd turned my fertility back on before we left. After drinking down the potion they handed to me, I turned to look at the visibly uncomfortable Bill.

"You know you don't have to be here for this, right?" I asked, something that Fleur immediately agreed with as she drank her own potion.

Bill let out a sigh, "I asked another man to impregnate my fiance, you would think that would be the most uncomfortable part of this given how I'm not attracted to women."

I shared a glance with Fleur, who had a wicked grin spread across her face as a lusty yet mischievous gleam twinkled in her eyes, "I think I know 'ow to convince you to leave."

Any reasonable individual would forgive me for not noticing Bill's departure, given how Fleur's plan to make him leave involved grabbing the sides of my head with both hands and pulling me into a kiss. Her body pressed flush against mine, my arms wrapped around her upper back, pulling her soft, full breasts flat against my chest, her tongue pressing against my lips to beg for entrance. I opened my mouth, reaching out to meet her tongue with my own.

As to be expected given her homeland, Fleur almost immediately won our impromptu duel. What can I say? I was an unskilled combatant going against a frenchwoman. I instead focused on her. She tasted sweet, with a bit of cinnamon from her lipstick. She let out a quiet, lusty moan, her hips grinding against mine as one of my hands slid down along her back.

My hand came to cup her derriere through her robes, not groping, just savoring the feel of it, moments before her grip on my head shifted. Her arms wrapped around my neck, her legs coming up around my waist and her feet hooking together. She was lighter than I expected, but I wasn't complaining.

Eventually, we had to break for air. I probably could have gone for longer, because while I would never say it out loud, she was the best kisser I'd ever had the pleasure of being with. As we both panted to regain our breaths, which did pleasant things to her chest, she reached down and pulled my polo shirt out from where it was half tucked into my pants (which had ridden down a little bit thanks to her glorious legs).

"Move over to the table," Fleur said, well, ordered. "I don't want to let go quite yet."

Understanding what she meant, I turned and walked over to the kitchen table, lifting her up by my grip on her ass to sit her on its surface. Immediately, she pulled my shirt up, feather-light kisses and licks gracing my nipples as my arms were forced up. The shirt was thrown off to the side, and I leaned in to start laying kisses along her neck.

Her hand cupped the back of my head as I reached down and untied the belt holding her robes closed. I then reached for the buttons, only to find they were already undone. Taking advantage of that bit of foresight, I pushed open the sides of her robes, before leaning back to take in the full, picturesque sight in front of me. A blonde vision of beauty at the peak of the juxtaposition of womanhood and teenage youth, perfectly formed breasts capped with rosy pink nipples, a carefully trimmed and maintained bush in the shape of an arrow, aimed at her wet, glistening slit, swollen with arousal but still hiding the treasure within.

Leaning in, I kissed her collarbone, the dip just below her neck, along the valley between her perky breasts, down her smooth belly, her belly button, her waist, around her pubes, then circling her womanhood. I glanced up, giving her a cheeky grin as I started to kiss the inside of her thighs, avoiding her slit.

Fleur tolerated my teasing for longer than I'd expected, only grabbing onto my head and shoving me face first into her pussy, her thighs clamping down, holding me in place. I chuckled, before reaching out with my tongue to begin tracing around her lower lips. She tasted sweet like her kiss, and her grip on my hair tightened into fists as her hips pressed up against my face. I looked up, feeling a sense of satisfaction at her expression as she stared down at me, her beautiful face framed by her chest.

After a moment, I decided to stop with the continued teasing, drawing a line along her pussy, from the bottom up to the top, paying extra attention to her clit. Her grip on my head became firmer, not yet painful, but definitely more than it had been. I chuckled through my nose, giving her more affection and care. Her aroma filled my sinuses, the fresh scent of a summer afternoon.

I didn't keep track of how long it took, but eventually, my ministrations bore fruit, and Fleur's grip with both her hands and legs reached new peaks. Her entire body clenched up, her muscles turning her as stiff as a board as a low whine escaped from her. A flood of juices coated my front, and after a minute or two, she fell back, laying on the table like a blissed out kitten who'd just discovered catnip. Standing up, I grinned down at Fleur who looked up at me with half-lidded eyes, the top of her robe bunched around her elbows.

"Do you need a moment?" I asked teasingly.

"If you do not drop your pants and get inside me right now, I will show you 'ow many curses I know," she said in response, reaching down with a hand and holding her pussy open.

I needed no more invitation than that. My shoes were kicked off, my pants and boxers soon following them. Stepping out of my clothes and kicking them to the side, I stepped up to Fleur and began rubbing the head of my length against her wet pussy. Savoring the feel for a moment, I leaned over the blonde witch and pressed in, her womanhood opening and parting to welcome me into her.

It felt just as good as it did in the Black Library, warm, welcoming, and a million other things I had no words for. I wasn't a poet, I would never be able to verbalize the utter femininity that Fleur embodied. So I stopped trying, simply doing my best to make this most ancient act as enjoyable for her as it was for me. I paid careful attention to her responses, repeating thrusts that made her gasp and moan in pleasure, and after scant seconds, her legs were wrapped around me again, her hands reaching around to dig at my back.

Her nails left lines along my back, noticeable but not the kind of burning trail I'd have expected. My own hands were busy, reaching up to palm and marveling at her perfect tits. Perky in full defiance of gravity, while still being soft like marshmallow pillows. I grunted as her pussy clenched around me, a rippling motion like she was milking me with her insides.

"You are so tight," I moaned, punctuating each word with another thrust into her.

She leaned up, briefly biting on my shoulder before she threw her head back and chanting, "Baise-moi, baise-moi, baise-moi, baise-moiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!"

I didn't know what that meant, but given how she screamed out the last word at the end, paired with an almost explosive climax, I had a pretty good guess. I picked up speed, fucking her harder, pounding her into the table, making sure she felt every inch of my cock as I spilled inside of her. She whimpered, squeezing me tightly, her breath catching in her throat.

Eventually, we both stopped moving, panting for air. I slowly withdrew my member from her, her legs falling limply, hanging over the edge of the table. Her panting made her breasts sway atop her chest, and I was torn between watching them, or watching my seed as it slowly oozed out of her.

"Mmm…" Fleur hummed, her smokey gaze enough to rekindle my erection before it had time to soften. "That was… magnifique."

"Always good to hear," I quipped, smiling at her.

She laughed, shaking her head and sat up. One hand reached down, scooping up my cum as it leaked out of her. She rubbed her fingers in it, before sliding them into her mouth and sucking them clean, her cheeks caving in as she looked at me with eyes that didn't so much promise more as they were stating facts. The sky was blue, water was wet, and Fleur Delacour wasn't even close to being finished with me.

We almost made it to the bedroom for round two. Almost. Fleur got a bit impatient and pushed me against the wall, kneeling down in front of me. I expected her to take me into her mouth, but what she did instead was better. Her breasts wrapped around my length, enveloping me within a warm, fleshy cavern as she fucked her chest on my dick.

"Didn't want to wait any longer?" I asked with a raised eyebrow.

She raised an eyebrow of her own and said teasingly, "Well, I suppose I could stop…"

"No, no, it's fine," I hurried to say. Fleur wasn't the biggest woman I'd been with, in any sense of the word, but you'd have to be gay, dead, or both to refuse a titfuck from her. Thankfully, she was satisfied with my response, resuming her titty-fuck. She took me deep into her cleavage, driving herself onto my cock as she rubbed her breasts up and down to milk me.

She was doing an incredible job too. No matter how much I wanted to reach down, to touch any part of her, all I could do was watch as her breasts slid up and down along my shaft. Then she started moving faster, her hands letting go of her chest to grab hold of my thighs, driving me even deeper into her cleavage. My knees went weak, and my orgasm loomed ever closer. It was only a matter of time before I came, and when I did, she didn't let go, holding me as my sperm dribbled out of her cleavage, shooting across the pale expanse of her skin.

I leaned against the wall, taking a moment to recover my breath and energy. When I finally regained my senses, I looked to Fleur, who was leaning against the opposite wall, rubbing her breasts, which were now dripping with my cum. Her eyes were closed as she quietly moaned, her smile wide. As if she found something amusing.

"That was… magnificent," she stated, in English this time, her voice low and husky.

"What was? The titfuck? Or the fact that you just watched me cum all over your chest?" I asked with a small grin.

Fleur shook her head and grinned. She stepped towards me, her bare feet brushing against mine. She reached up, grabbing my face with both hands, and pulled my lips to hers. I groaned against her mouth, our tongues dancing together. Fleur was still covered in sweat and my cum, and I loved every second of it. Her scent was intoxicating, and I couldn't get enough of it, or her.

When we broke apart, she kissed my cheek, then my neck before she finally released me. She met my eyes, and asked, "Ready to see the bedroom?"

"You bet I am," I replied, not even bothering to hide the grin spreading across my face.

8 hours later

"You know…" I said in between gasps, Fleur right next to me, equally as breathless. "I think… the pheromones I… was given mixed… really well wi… with your Allure."

"Oui…" Fleur agreed, her breasts bouncing as she all but gulped down air. I was too tired to do more than make note of the observation from the corner of my eye. After a minute or two, she asked, "'Ow did you cum so much? Merlin, I feel pregnant already."

"Same entity that brought the Family together," I said with a shrug. "The fact that she took the form of a porn star from my youth should be explanation enough."

Fleur snorted, reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing her wand. A flick of it had the time appear above us, a little after nine thirty pm. We were taking the shuttle back to the Yamato bright and early in the morning, then we were leaving this world behind.

I smiled as the coven bunched by the window of the shuttle, watching as Earth grew smaller and smaller. I glanced over to Lisa, and bit back a sigh. We needed to talk. Lisa turned to look at me, before she winced. Giving a small smile, I walked over and sat next to her.

"So… I guess we have to talk about the elephant in the womb," Lisa said sheepishly as I sat down. I gave her a look, an eyebrow raised, and she continued, "I'm pregnant, and soon I'm going to be bloated, fat, bipolar, and waddling about worse than a walrus!"

"Is that what you're really concerned about?" I asked her quietly. I didn't think it was, for all that she presented herself as self centered and only out for herself, I'd more than enough times she'd shown that she cared. She was quiet for a minute, glancing around the rest of the shuttle to make sure that no one was listening in.

"No," she finally whispered. "I'm terrified. I don't know the last time I was so scared."

I pulled her into my lap, arms wrapping around her in a hug. I whispered comforting sounds into her ear as she shook, quietly telling her, "You won't be a bad mother, you've seen more than enough examples of bad parenting to know what not to do, and you've spoken to Mrs. Weasley. Plus, you won't be alone, you have me and the rest of the Family willing to help."

Lisa's shakes settled a bit, but we remained there, even as Cameron docked the shuttle and the rest of the Family filed out. My hand rubbed circles into Lisa's back, doing my best to calm and comfort her until she drifted off. I carried Lisa off the shuttle, heading to the Captain's Tower and tucked her into the bed. I sighed, and made my way back down, as I felt the Yamato shift out of normal space. I'd barely stepped out of the elevator when the ship shook.

My mind briefly went to Star Trek as I was rocked against the wall, but I pushed that aside and pulled out my phone. There was a button that connected me to the ship's comms, and I asked, "What just happened?!"

The voice that answered sent a spike of ice cold dread down my spine. It sounded like… but if it was… "I heard some troubleshooters were planning to cause trouble for my boss, so I decided to be proactive."

I pulled the phone from my ear and looked at the screen. The figure there… iconic gleaming armor, but silver and blue instead of red and gold, a shoulder mounted plasma caster, the symbol of the Sinestro Corps in the center of their chest, a glowing Eye of Horus over the left eye of the helmet…

Bear Sandosen

I immediately hit the 'Call All' button on my phone, instantly connecting with all of the girls' chokers and snapped, "Intruder by the Drive Core, they're in the Anti-Monitor's colors!"

I ran through the ship as fast as I could, keeping one eye on the security footage showing what looked like an Anti-Monitor version of Iron Man with multiple augments. The shoulder mounted cannon looked straight out of a Predator movie, the Eye of Horus on the helmet meant there was something Egyptian but I didn't know enough to say more than that, to say nothing of the fact that he almost assuredly had a yellow lantern ring!

On the screen, the figure turned, facing the far side of the hall, before they held up their right hand and a glowing circle of turquoise symbols and glyphs appeared. Almost instantly, an arc of lightning slammed into it, lighting up the hallway. The circle held, and after a moment, the arc of power faded. The intruder lowered his arm, before lifting his left across his chest. A crackling, snapping orange beam shot out of a device mounted on the back of his left wrist, parrying and halting Lana's lightsaber as she leapt into view.

"It has been some time since I fought a Sith. Let's see if the two of you put up a better fight than Baras did before he was braised in his own lard," the attacker said cheerfully before the plasma caster on his shoulder turned to aim directly at Lana's face. She jerked back, the bolt of energy passing by her and burning a hole through her hair as it passed. "Wonderful! You've exceeded the low bar set by Darth Chunky."

"Wonderful, a talker, those are always so much fun," Nikhol drawled before sending a quick pulse of lightning at him.

"Be glad it's me and not Wade," he shot back, seemingly unaffected by the short burst of electricity. "Now I know what you're thinking, 'How did this charming, sexy, and dashing fellow get on board our ship?' Well the answer is quite simple…"

I'd made it to the main elevator by this point, and was waiting as the frustratingly slow thing moved between the decks. I let out a breath of frustration as I watched Cameron appear, the Scream knife that Nikhol had given her flying through the air, only for a yellow glow to surround it, freezing it in place.

"If we make it out of this, we are finding a universe with personal or intraship teleporting tech to incorporate into this tub," I grumbled.

Everyone except Lisa had arrived by the time the elevator opened, and despite the massive array of power and different abilities being thrown at them, they still weren't going down. Growling in frustration, I started running again, part of my brain wondering why I wasn't out of breath. Another look at the footage showed that despite my initial assessment, he was being pushed back, the overwhelming power being leveled at him turning the tide, if slower than I would have expected. I tucked my phone back into my pocket as I finally reached the corner of the corridor, and at that moment, he spoke up again.

"Well, this has been almost as much fun as the time Thor and Hulk went on a three state bar crawl, but I do have other things to do. So I'm going to wrap this up and let a friend be the tiebreaker of this little game," he paused, juking back to avoid Rhonda's sword from cutting his head off. "I thought I was forgetting something! Oh well, if you survive him, we'll have a Shadow Game next time. Errtu, I'm calling in that favor!"

There was a sudden surge of reddish flame from in front of him, making Cameron, Lana, Rhonda, and Kara move back. The flame coalesced into a humanoid figure, tall, broad, imposing and shrouded in smoke and darkness. A pair of leathery, demonic wings spread out, revealing a long, muzzled face framed by swooping horns. There was a crackle of electricity as a sword that seemed to be a contained bolt of lightning materialized, soon followed by a whip made of fire. As the demon gave a bellowing roar, I found myself wishing that we had Gandalf to pull a sacrificial play here.

"Take care of this rustbucket and we're good Errtu," the demon summoner stated blithely, before giving a cheeky, two fingered salute. With a sarcastic, "Ta-ta," he vanished.

The demon snarled, its entire body tense and radiating malice, rage, and hatred, "I may be unable to tear that scum out of his tin can, but I will make do with you."

Hyacinth didn't give the demon any further chance to talk, as she sent a blast of magic at it. The demon roared again, and charged forwards.

Knight of the Anti-Monitor

The meeting was going to suck donkey balls, but I'd had worse. Not many, and they'd all been after I made this deal, but all the same, I'd been through worse. I walked along the walkway to where the big man's main throne was. As I reached the throne, I let the front of my helmet pop open and rubbed at my left eye. Two weeks since implantation and the damn thing was still itchy, there had better not have been any sand on this thing when they put it in.

"You return," Big and Blue stated the obvious.

"Some of the sensors noticed something funky passing through the Bleed, about fifty five decavortyks from this one," I said. "I used some of the transporter tech to check it out, found a ship that someone had put together filled with a crew from several different multiversal clusters, and learned from their databases they'd been picked out by a Q specifically to oppose you."

It was a shame, if they'd bothered using the stealth functions of their ship, they'd probably have avoided being noticed so soon. Part of me, a part that sounded a lot like a mix of Steve and Pepper, screamed at me for siccing Errtu on them. Unfortunately, until I could figure out a way to take the bastard down, I needed to keep playing the part.

Anti-Monitor made a dismissive noise, and I took the opportunity to bug out. Next stop was the testing fields, I needed to get the hang of this magic eye. As I expected, there was already a certain someone there. Someone with black spiky hair, an orange gi, and sending a blast of energy downrange as some of the Qwardians held up scanners and sensors to get energy readings.

He spotted me as the beam cut out, turning and holding a hand up in greeting, before calling out, "Hey Tony, haven't seen you in a while."

I gave a nod, but didn't return his greeting beyond that. The guy was an idiot, and not the loveable kind, the kind that made me want to rip my carefully maintained goatee out as I ranted and raged at how fuck stupid he was being. Treating a job for a genocidal maniac who wanted to destroy everything that ever existed ever like a game!

Still, he made for an alright sparring partner. Better than the last three individuals with some sort of inner energy that the Qwardians would study to try to duplicate. The edgy kid with hair that looked like a duck sat on his head, the hispanic kid who turned his arms into hungry ghosts or something like that, and the guy with horns, a white mask, and a techie looking katana.

"Need to get the hang of this eye," I said, waving towards the magic stone eye. "Care for a spar?"

"I thought you'd never ask! Hell yeah, man!"

Kara Zor-El

The demon snarled, lashing out with his sword and cutting through the side wall, Cameron having ducked under the swing. I flew up, lashing out with a hook that caught the demon on the jaw. One of its wings moved faster than I was expecting, slamming into my stomach and sending me flying back. I collided with someone, bear from the sound of it, and we both crashed into the wall on the far side of the corridor.

I pulled myself off of Bear, turning around to check on him with my X-Ray vision. Thankfully he didn't have any broken bones, but he'd almost certainly be feeling it in the morning. Reaching out with a hand, I helped him up. Blinking, I couldn't help but look at his hand. I could feel the pressure of his grip.

Pushing that thought aside, I turned back to the demon. It was magic, so I had to be a lot more careful with its attacks than I normally would. Turning back to Bear, I asked, "Anything you can tell us about this thing?"

"Despite appearances, it's probably not a balrog," were the first words out of Bear's mouth. "Most likely it's a balor from some slice of the omniverse that correlates to Dungeons & Dragons. I sincerely hope that's the case, because if so, then we just need to hit it hard and often enough and it'll disappear, if it's a balrog then we're stuck with it here on the ship."

I thought for a moment, trying to recall anything about a series called Dungeons and Dragons, but came up blank. It had felt my punch, so it wasn't completely invulnerable, but from the looks of it Lana, Nikhol, Rhonda, and Cameron were all struggling to deal much damage. Nodding, I flew towards the demon, grabbing onto its wrist as it pulled back to swing its whip.

A hiss of pain left my mouth as the heat from the magical flames caused my hair to sizzle and crumple up, my skin screaming as those same fires ignored my kryptonian protection. But I remained focused, locking down the arm and giving the others a chance to get some cleaner hits.

The other arm was wrenched out, a pair of glowing, magical bands holding it out and away, as Rhonda let out a wordless cry as, with a running leap, raised her sword to drive it into the demon, only for its foot to catch her in the chest, sending her flying like a bullet into Hermione. Luna lifted up a hand, and a silver hare appeared, jumping forwards and into the demon's chest.

It roared, the flames intensifying and I was forced to close my eyes as its struggles against my grip redoubled. One of the bands on its other arm snapped, and I called out, "Somebody kill it, quick!"

I heard it more than I saw it. The subtle motion of air as something passed through it, the way the sounds of battle echoed and reverberated against and along the corridor, it painted a picture in my mind. Bear had run up to check on Rhonda and Hermione. I hadn't practiced my hearing enough to diagnose issues just from listening to the echoes, but I was able to 'see' Bear pick up Rhonda's sword before holding it like a javelin. With a roar, he threw it, the goblin-forged blade flying through the air like a bullet, embedding itself, tip first, into the demon's skull.

The heat, the agonizing heat, that had burned or melted pretty much the entire front of my clothes began to fade, the sword and whip dissipated, and the monstrous strength I'd been struggling against ceased. It didn't collapse, not yet. It stood, perfectly still, for what felt like an eternity, before it finally slumped to its knees. I opened my eyes, the demon's body looked like a charred log from a campfire, but to be honest I wasn't really looking much better myself.

Bear let out a sigh of relief, walking up and pulling Rhonda's sword from the demon's skull. I couldn't relax yet though, that'd been too easy. Things never went this well, there was always…

There was a massive explosion, my head slammed against something, and my vision went black.

Bear Sandosen

I came to with a groan, my hand moving to my head to try to rub away the throbbing headache. My head felt like the stage of a Riverdance performance, and my throat felt drier than the surface of Mercury.

"Easy," Nikhol's voice cut through the pounding fog that was my head, a straw pressed to my lips. I drank the cool water I was offered, and peeled my eyes open. Nikhol was sitting next to me, her orange gaze alight with what looked like barely contained concern.

"What happened?" I asked, my voice raspy.

"The monster exploded when it died," she answered, moving the glass of water to a bedside table. "In addition to yourself, Kara and Lana were knocked unconscious by the blast. You're in the sickbay, and were given a general purpose recovery potion. It's been an hour, Lisa and Cameron are assessing the damage while Taylor, Harley, Ivy, and Hyacinth are inspecting the rest of the ship to see if there are any surprises left behind. But there's something else that we need to discuss."

I pushed myself into a sitting position, taking in the room around me. Sure enough, it was the sickbay, Lana and Kara were in the two beds to my left. Turning back to Nikhol, I asked, "Talk about what?"

"Your birth world didn't have the Force, correct?" she asked, her gaze intent and focused.

"Nooo," I answered slowly, wondering where she was going with this. "Why?"

"I don't know if Lana noticed, but I felt you using the Force while fighting the entity," was her response. My eyes widened and my jaw dropped, but she continued, "It was weak, barely noticeable, but there was more than that. I asked Cameron to provide a copy of her memories of the battle, and ran some analyses while you were unconscious. The results haven't finished yet, but when you threw Rhonda's sword, you did so with far more strength than a human body is capable of producing. Even when taking into account the instinctive level of Force Enhancement I sensed you using."

I stared at her, trying to understand what she was implying. But the pounding in my head was making it hard to focus. Eventually I just bit the bullet and asked, "What's that mean?"

"I don't know yet," came the answer with a half shrug. "Maybe you were using the Force more than I realized, maybe there is something else happening. Either way, you will be receiving training once we have a better grasp of the situation."

"I leave myself in your capable hands, Master," I said with a bit of a grin.

Nikhol rolled her eyes, before standing from her chair and leaning over to give me a kiss. Bumping her forehead against mine, she gave a saucy grin as she said, "I prefer Mistress, love."

I admit, that sent a jolt through my spine that came to a stop just below the waistline. But I ignored it, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. The pounding in my head was rapidly fading, and I pushed myself up to my feet as Nikhol went to check on Lana. I rolled my neck, feeling a satisfying pop as I did so, just before the door opened and Rhonda walked in, holding a datapad.

Looking up, Rhonda's face brightened when she saw me standing and she ran up to wrap me in a hug. A hug that I returned, even as she physically lifted me up off my feet.

"Glad to see you too," I said with a chuckle as Rhonda put me down.

"We were worried when you were knocked out," Rhonda said as she put me down, a bright grin on her face and a wet glimmer in her eyes.

"I'm okay," I told her, leaning in and giving her a peck on the cheek. Glancing down at the datapad still in her hand, I asked, "That a damage report?"

"Hm? Oh, no," she said as she held up the datapad. "No, 'Mione and I were on the bridge, trying to figure out where we fell out of the dimensional travel thingy. We're in space, but not near Earth. The most we were able to figure out was a structure of some kind, but neither of us recognized it."

I stared at the wire frame image on the screen in front of me. While there were certainly worse universes to land in, my experience with this one was a lot less than I'd like if we were stranded here.

"It's called a Mass Relay, they utilize a material called Element Zero that can alter mass to enable near instantaneous travel to far off corners of the galaxy," I told her, taking the datapad from her and turning the image of the Mass Relay to get a better look. "It's from a franchise called Mass Effect, with the big bads of it being a race of AI called Reapers who wipe out all space faring civilization in the galaxy every fifty thousand years or so."

"So a more limited and smaller scale version of the Anti-Monitor?" she asked.

"Close enough," I agreed with a shrug.

"Were the 'Mass Effect' moo-vies, like Star Wars?"

I gave a small chuckle, Rhonda's cheeky grin telling me the bad pronunciation having been intentional, "No… well, sort of, I guess. The main elements were a trilogy of games that were like a mix of movies and the role playing that you probably remember playing as a kid. There were some supplemental tie-in stories and a fourth game set in the Andromeda galaxy, but I only ever finished the first game. So we're largely blind here unless we happen to have arrived in a period I'm familiar with."

"Any cute girls to pick up while we're here?" she asked, her already cheeky grin growing even wider.

I snorted, handing the datapad back to her and telling her, "I've already got a ship full of cute girls, I'm not sure that we need any more. In any case, I'm going to check in with Cameron and Lisa, see what the damage to the ship is."

Rhonda sobered up, giving me a nod. I gave her another hug, her arms wrapping around my shoulders in return. When we broke apart and I made my way to the door, I gave a jump at the short sharp pinch on my rear. I turned around, to see Rhonda doing her best to look completely innocent. It was ruined by the large blush on her face.

I gave her a knowing look, before grabbing onto her wrist and pulling her in close, planting a hard, searing kiss on her lips. One that she returned with equal fervor. It was short, only a few seconds, but when we broke away, I could see the hungry look in her eyes.

"I wish we had more time," she said with a bit of a pout. Before she sighed and pulled away, "Go on and check on the damage, I'll help here."

I gave a nod, before turning around and making my way out of the sickbay. With a small, quiet sigh, I followed the halls to the back of the ship, where the engines were. It was soon apparent when I reached the part of the hallway where we fought. Blackened marks along the walls, gashes and partially melted segments, and a veritable bubble in the center of the destruction.

The door at the far end was open, and I could hear Lisa's voice inside, cussing and swearing up a storm. I entered, and saw Lisa pacing back and forth in front of a piece of machinery that looked like a swarm of metal eating rodents had gone at it. Cameron was inspecting an oval shaped piece of hardware, but not one that I recognized.

"How bad is it?" I asked as I walked in, brushing aside the remains of what looked like tiny bipedal robots.

"That Hero-knock off shitheel left a bunch of these robots in the engines and they completely ruined the Interdimensional Drive! We're stuck in this reality unless there's a tech base advanced enough that we can repair it," Lisa shouted, pointing to the chewed to hell and back piece of machinery.

"Ah," I said, staring at the thoroughly eaten and ruined Drive. "Fuck."

"Intradimensional systems are still working, as are all forms of life support, offensive, and defensive systems," Cameron said as she stood up, setting down the remnant of the robot she'd been examining. "More critically, there is one more of these 'Mousers' unaccounted for. Based on the information stored within, it was one of five. Lisa and I only found and eliminated four."

"Joy," I muttered, as Lisa handed me an extra blaster. "Some good news, Hermione and Rhonda took some scans and I can say for sure that the local technology level should be more than adequate for repairing the Drive. We will probably be able to get a few upgrades as well."

Lisa stared at me for a moment, before her eyebrows shot up and she said bluntly, "As soon as possible, we are getting me an omni-tool."

"Correction," I shot back. "We are getting everyone an omni-tool. I may not have finished the games, but I definitely want one for myself."

The three of us slowly walked through the engine room, searching for any sign of the missing Mouser. The engine room was so large that we had to split up, and I found myself walking down the corridor of my section alone. A low, droning hum reverberated through the room, seemingly emanating from the pillars and columns of advanced machinery around me. With the need to find the missing saboteur, it made my mind run wild. The sound, rising and falling in pitch and tone, almost sounded like a heartbeat.

Despite that, the sounds of my footsteps seemed to echo through the room, as shadows seemed to flicker, warping and twisting, making my body tense. I knew it was in my head, my brain helpfully pointing out the causes of each piece of cliche horror atmosphere I was seeing, but it didn't do anything for my nerves.

Eventually, as I ventured deeper into the engine room, a sense of foreboding enveloped me. A premonition, for want of a better word, that something was lurking just past the edges of my vision. Again, my mind provided rational, logical reasons for all of it, pointing out the various bits of the engines making noises.

Then I spotted something, a tiny thing, so small I was surprised I saw it. The smallest scratch in the paint on one of the engines. Looking at it, I could tell it was made by the strange shaped feet of the Mousers. I was on the right trail, it had passed through here, recently too by the looks of it. Best guess was in the last five or ten minutes.

I blinked. How the fuck did I get that much detailed information from looking at a scratch in the paint? I was shocked I even saw the scratch, let alone somehow managed to get a timeframe on it. It wasn't like I was Lisa, I didn't have the skill to read such fine details, nor did I have a bullshit power, sorry Lisa, that let me cheat having said skill.

I blame that question for what happened next, I didn't notice the Mouser I was tracking jumping at me until it was already in that air, flying towards me with an open jaw. I managed to get my arm up in time to block it. The spike that formed its main 'tooth' bit through the meat of my forearm, only to come to a sudden, jarring stop that sent shockwaves through my bones. A pained cry tore its way out of my mouth, even as I reached up with my free hand and grabbed it by the head.

My fingers dug into the metal, and I briefly imagined I could hear its frame warping and the metal screeching under my grip, making it pay for attacking me. I pulled its jaw and tooth out from my arm, before throwing it onto the floor and shooting it with my blaster. Once, twice, three times, again and again until it was utterly perforated with holes. When I finally managed to calm down, Cameron and Lisa were running up and I looked up at them.

"Found it," I said through grit teeth. "Mind helping bandage my arm up before I go to the sickbay again?"

Cameron was tearing off a strip of her shirt, exposing her smooth belly, and wrapping the cloth around my arm before I even finished. Lisa, meanwhile, was looking at the remains of the Mouser with a look of confusion.

"Bear," Lisa began, befuddlement in her voice, "how did you grip the Mouser hard enough to dent the metal?"

"According to Nikhol, I apparently have the Force now. No idea how," I said, as Cameron lifted my arm up and down.

"Additionally, your arm is now several kilograms heavier," she said, before turning her gaze to me. "You should undergo a full medical scan."

I nodded, "While I'm undergoing that, see what you can do to find out when and where in this reality we are. I have no idea how the local version of the internet works, but if it passes through the Relays we can hopefully tap into that."

Bear Sandosen

"So, what's the damage?" I asked, only half joking as I came out of the scanner. My joke went unappreciated by Nikhol and Lana, who were reading the results with surprised and puzzled expressions. The look on their faces had a pit forming in my stomach, so I asked, "It's not dangerous, is it?"

"I am not sure," Lana said in response. "It appears that in addition to somehow gaining Force Sensitivity, all of the soft tissue in your body has increased in density by a factor of two. Additionally, your entire skeleton appears to be coated in some sort of metal alloy."

I blinked a few times, my mind going to a certain comic book character, "I don't have blades in my forearms do I?"

That got confused looks from both women, which clearly told me the answer was no, thank goodness. Don't get me wrong, Wolverine's a good character, but I'm not eager to have six blades in my arms. Kara floated past me to take a look at the results, her own eyes going wide before snapping over to look at me.

"Bear…" she said slowly. "You are somehow a kryptonian hybrid."

I, of course, responded in a proper, gentlemanly manner: "The fuck?"

"We really need to get a dedicated medical team on this ship," Nikhol muttered before saying louder, "Bear, based on the pattern, it seems that you are gaining weak, partial versions of our various abilities. It is possible that the Q who brought us all together gave you the ability to copy the powers and benefits of the women you sleep with."

The rest of us turned to look at her, and she shrugged, "The Force, metal endoskeleton, kryptonian tissue density, and that's just what we've noticed due to it being obvious. We won't have the opportunity to find out if you have a copy of Taylor's power until we reach a planet with some sort of bug for you to try to control, and Lisa's could be subtle enough that you may never notice."

"Huh," I said. "On the one hand, I no longer need to worry about chafing, intimate bruising, or fractured hip bones anymore. On the other hand, I'm going to need a lot of practice when we're not hip deep in trouble."

"Look at it this way," Kara said while adopting a cheeky grin. "You can practice X-Ray Vision by looking through our clothes."

She folded her arms behind her back, pushing her chest forwards, as she said that. My eyes understandably drifted down to them, clad in a tight blue shirt. I'll be honest, I was expecting the shirt to disappear from view and reveal those glorious breasts. But that didn't happen, the blue fabric stayed firmly in view. I was somewhat disappointed.

It was at that point that Sirius walked in, a slight frown on his face. He gave us a nod before slumping into a chair a short ways down, covering his eyes with a hand.

"Everything alright?" I asked, slightly concerned.

"Sure, the potion stock made it out more or less okay, some rattling and a few broken vials, but nothing we can't easily replace. I'm just taking a moment to enjoy the most comfortable chair in this thing," he answered.

I spent a moment staring at him, before shrugging it off. He'd clearly never sat in the Captain's Chair, but he could have that one. Turning to the others, I said, "I'm going to check with Cameron and Lisa, get a list of what we need. See if you can compile a list of things we can use to trade or barter for supplies."

The three nodded, and I made my way out of the Sick Bay. Cameron and Lisa were still in the Engine Bay, taking apart the Mousers to use as extra materials and spare components.

"What's the report?" Lisa asked as I walked in.

"I'm apparently getting copies of the powers of people I sleep with," I answered, causing both to look up.

Lisa's eyes narrowed slightly, before she said, "Metal bones, huh? Explains why the mouser didn't bite through your arm. And we'll get started on that list of supplies real quick. The key issue is going to be the money to buy the supplies and the fact that we'll need to make a lot of the final parts ourselves."

"I will create blueprints for my limbs and organic sheathe to sell as cybernetic prosthetics," Cameron volunteered, making me blink.

"Huh, yeah, a Terminator would be a good blueprint for human cybernetics, wouldn't it?" I mused quietly. "I'm surprised I never thought of that."

"That's what we're here for," Lisa said with a grin, before her expression turned serious. "We might be able to get something from these Mousers too. If I'm right, they were originally designed to hunt down rodents in the tunnels and sewers under major metropolitan streets, hence the name. They'd probably be worth a bit on space stations or larger ships."

"Every little bit helps," I murmured. "Any other ideas?"

"Merc work," she immediately answered. "It may not be particularly glamorous, compared to what all the stories portray, but we've got enough firepower to make do as an independent merc company. The issue will be in getting anyone to hire us without a reputation, and we can't stay here long enough to build one."

I nodded in understanding, a half frown on my face. All of that assumed we weren't arriving at the start of or during the middle of the Reaper Invasion. That would make getting the ship repaired an even more difficult prospect than it already was.

"Get that list of needed parts as soon as you can, I'll check with Hermione and see if she's had any more luck in figuring out where and when we are," I said, getting a thumbs up from Lisa.

Leaving them to it, I made my way to the bridge, passing by Rhonda on my way. The redheaded witch smiled upon hearing that I was heading to the bridge, though didn't say why it made her happy. I got it when I walked onto the bridge.

Hermione… wasn't taking our situation well. The edges of her hair looked chewed on, her eyes were red, and her shirt looked crumpled, like she'd been balling it in her fists. She was staring at the screens, gnawing on her bottom lip, not seeming to have noticed that I'd even entered. Right, I wasn't going to have that.

The way she jumped as I wrapped my arms round her told me I'd been right about her not realizing I was there. She turned around in my hug, burying her head in my chest as a torrent of emotions poured out of her. She tried to say something, but it was a blubbering mess and I couldn't understand a word she said.

I continued to hold her, gently kissing the top of her head as she got herself under control. After a few minutes, she wiped the trails of makeup from her eyes, cleared her sinuses, and met my gaze.

"I'm sorry," she said. "I just… when you and Kara were hurt… the ship was damaged… I can't… I don't know…"

"Hey," I whispered, pulling her back into a hug. "It's alright."

While I was focusing on her, I wasn't so distracted as to miss the way her brows furrowed followed by the two of us lifting into the air and floating over to the Captain's Chair.

"Focus on gating information," she said, an odd note to her voice. "I… my mind's too scrambled right now. I try to focus, but it keeps moving to you and Kara and the ship's damage. Stuff I don't know how to fix or do anything about. But this… this I can do something about."

What 'this' was became readily apparent, when she pushed me into the Captain's Chair and reached for my belt. I sat there, letting her fish out my cock, enjoying the feel of her hands against my skin. She leaned up, her hands pumping along my length, pressing her lips to mine, hungrily sucking on my lower lip before pushing her tongue into my mouth.

I returned the kiss, responding in kind, my hands wandering across her body, feeling her tight teen body under her clothes. After a minute or two, she pulled back, panting lightly before sinking down to her knees.

"I managed to connect to a local network," she said, holding her head over my cock and letting a trail of saliva drip from her mouth. "You focus on finding out what we need, I'll recenter myself and focus on this."

With that, she lowered her mouth, sliding her tongue down my shaft until her face was buried in my balls, then drew back, giving me a sloppy blowjob. Her tongue worked its magic on my shaft, while her hand pumped my cock, working my precum into her palm before sliding her thumb across my tip.

She took my dick into her throat, bobbing up and down, moaning softly as she did so. I kept my hands off her, knowing she wanted to take care of me herself. So much as it pained me, I turned my attention away from her, onto the screens in front of me. It was hard to concentrate on reading the information on the monitors when I had a gorgeous young woman with enough power to atomize me in her pinky, throwing herself into lavishing affection on my length, but I managed… somewhat.

We were in a minor system a short ways off the beaten path in the Hawking Eta cluster. More specifically, we were in the Chandrasekhar System. The systems that the Mass Relay connected to were the Caleston Rift, Horsehead Nebula, Pangaea Expanse, and, most importantly, the Omega Nebula.

I ran a hand through Hermione's hair as she knelt, my mind running wild. We were close to Omega, which would be a useful place to head to in order to get some much needed supplies. But I needed more information, I needed to know when we were, not just where.

"Hermione," I groaned as she pushed my cock deeper into her throat, the oral-loving witch repeatedly swallowing around my dick.

I looked down, meeting her gaze as her lips sealed into a tight ring around my base. Her hand reached up, rubbing at the bulge in her throat, and I could feel her fingers, stroking up and down, like she was trying to give me a handjob through her neck. Then, she got a mischievous gleam in her eyes as she pressed her lips even tighter around my base, twisting and turning her head as she did so.

Her throat contracted as she choked, and Hermione pulled her head off my cock, her lips a dark blue that they hadn't been when she began. I looked further down, seeing a ring the same color around my base. I raised an eyebrow at her, and she just grinned, taking my length in hand and stroking me as she leaned down to take one of my balls into her mouth.

My breath caught in my lungs as she sucked on my testicle, her hands working my cock, jacking me off as she sucked. My balls tightened up, and I felt the cum building in my balls, ready to explode. As soon as it started to build, Hermione let my testicle pop free, and she wrapped her lips around the head of my cock, her hands pumping faster and faster.

I let my head fall back as I came with a groan, shooting rope after rope of my seed into her mouth. I lifted my head after a moment, because I was still cumming after what felt like five minutes. There were trails of my cum oozing out around the edges of her lips, even some coming out of her nose, but the look on her face was the closest I'd seen to an ahegao face from any of the girls.

Finally, I stopped cumming, and Hermione pulled her lips off my cock, holding her mouth open to show it was full of my cum, swirling her tongue around. Closing her mouth, she visibly swallowed a few times, bringing her band up to scoop my cum and sliding it into her mouth. When she finally got all of my cum in her mouth, she swallowed again before opening her mouth, showing that there was none left.

My cock twitched, but instead of escalating, I reached down and pulled Hermione up into my lap. I met her lips with my own, giving her a deep kiss full of my love and affection, uncaring of the aftertaste. We kissed for a few minutes, before breaking apart and she curled up on my lap, settling into a more comfortable position as I pulled the screens back up.

"Feel better?" I asked, pulling up a news article.

"Mm-hmm," she murmured sleepily, practically nuzzling her head against my chest.

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, checking the date on the article and following it to the 'home page' as it were. I let out a sigh of relief as I read the front page. Staring me in the face was a number that proved I didn't need to worry about the Reapers. The date on the front page news was a bright and shiny 2176.