Bear's Beauties: Existential Crisis 31 (Patreon)

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

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

“Yeah, I’m fine, thanks,” I told the outwardly older man.

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

Ooh, this was awkward, “Well…”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Avada Kadavra,” Hyacinth said.

“Crucio,” Rhonda continued.

“Imperio,” Hermione added.

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

“Holy shit,” I whispered, it was all I could say in response to the magic I was seeing. I’d seen plenty of spellslinging, but nothing like this.

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

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

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

“So how’s this work now?” I asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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