Bear's Beauties: Existential Crisis 37 (Patreon)
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I freely admit that I’d never heard of Blyth before Hermione asked Nikhol and I to speak to her parents in order for them to agree to let her go with us when we left. Fortunately for me, Hermione’s nerves as Nikhol flew the shuttle from Hogwarts meant that she gave us an abridged history of the town. It was unofficially established in the twelfth century, named after the river Blyth, and was only turned into a “modern” settlement relatively recently.
When the shuttle landed, Hermione gave a small jolt, “Maybe this isn’t the best time, it’s Sunday evening, they have to go into the practice early tomorrow, so…”
I put my hand on the teen girl’s shoulder, “Hermione, it’s going to be fine.”
She sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly in resignation. Nikhol stood from the pilot’s seat and all but sauntered over to the brown haired bookworm before leaning down and whispering something in her ear. I couldn’t hear what she said, but it made Hermione straighten up, a blush spreading across her face as she grabbed me by the hand and began dragging me out of the shuttle.
“What did you say to her?” I asked with a chuckle as Nikhol followed us.
“You’ll find out later tonight,” Nikhol said with a purr.
A short, five minute walk later found us standing outside the front door of a house, all of Hermione’s enthusiasm was gone and her face had gone pale. I gave a slight nudge to the small of her back, and she walked the last few steps up to the front door. Still, she just stood there, shaking lightly, before there was the sound of a doorbell, and I glanced back to Nikhol who gave a smirk.
The front door opened, to reveal a man with salt and pepper hair and the same shape to his mouth as Hermione. He looked surprised for a moment, before saying, “Hermione, what brings you back here?”
“Hi, Dad,” Hermione returned, nervously. “Can we come in?”
“Of course, come in. Your mum’s in the living room.”
The three of us entered, Nikhol and I following Hermione as she led us to the living room, where a woman who looked like an older version of Hermione sat, a fire burning in a fireplace. Hermione’s mother looked up, surprise on her face, before she stood and came over to hug her daughter.
“What’s this about?” Hermione’s father asked.
“Mum, Dad, this is Bear Sandosen and Nikhol Diomedes and… well, they have an amazing offer for me,” Hermione said, wringing her hands, before taking a deep breath to try to calm herself.
Giving Hermione a chance to steady her nerves, I walked over to her parents, offering my hand to shake, “Menelaus of Sparta and Helen of Troy, I presume?”
Hermione’s father snorted in amusement as he shook my hand and her mother rolled her eyes, “Remington, not many know that origin, most think it came from Shakespeare.”
“Laura,” Hermione’s mother introduced herself as we shook hands. “Now what’s this about?”
I stepped back behind Hermione, next to Nikhol, and let her continue, “Bear and Nikholarepart ofagroup of peoplefromdifferentuniverses andtheyhaveinvited HarryRhondaLunaandIto join them when theyleaveandIwanttogo…”
If I didn’t know what to expect, I wouldn’t have understood what Hermione had said. However, her parents had a lot longer than I to learn to understand their daughter when she rushed out a sentence.
“Hermione, I know that magic is…” her father began, before Nikhol pulled out her lightsaber and ignited it.
The red light suffusing the room, along with the almost booming hiss, struck both dentists silent as they stared wide eyed at the icon of the space opera genre. Nikhol immediately followed it up by lifting her free hand and allowing arcs of blue-purple lightning to dance along and between her fingers.
“Don’t be too proud of this technological terror you’ve constructed,” Nikhol quoted as she deactivated her lightsaber and let the lightning die. “The ability to destroy a planet…”
“Is insignificant next to the power of the Force,” Remington finished.
“If you’d like, we have a shuttle in the nearby park, we can give you a tour of our ship,” I offered.
The gleam in their eyes showed that it wasn’t one parent Hermione got her curiosity and thirst for knowledge from.
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Hermione’s parents gazed out the window of the shuttle in awe and wonderment, staring at the blue orb that was everything they’d ever known. Hermione was still shaking from how nervous she was, and I had quite frankly run out of ideas for how to get her to calm down when Nikhol spoke up.
“It’s always an amusing sight,” she said as her hand left the controls to give a subtle wave in the direction of Hermione’s parents. “People staring at their homeworld for the first time, ignoring anything and everything except that image.”
Hermione stiffened, looking intently in Nikhol’s direction. Who turned around in her seat and sent a wink Hermione’s way. Hermione gave a sharp nod, before turning to face me and reaching for my belt.
“Hermione?” I whispered, glancing up at her parents, standing not ten feet away.
“Sush,” Hermione whispered as she undid my belt before unzipping my pants and pulling out my dick. “I’m too nervous about this to concentrate, this’ll help.”
With that, she wrapped her lips around my still mostly soft length and started suckling. Her tongue danced around my shaft, which swelled in response to both her ministrations as well as the danger of her parents turning around and seeing their daughter sucking me off. Faster than I can remember, I was fully erect, and Hermione’s small, dainty hand reached into my pants to cup and fondle my balls.
Hermione bobbed her head, sliding up and down along my length as she sucked, her cheeks caving in from the vacuum. Using her tongue, she traced the lines and veins, before pulling back, leaving just the head in her mouth and swirled her tongue around it. Her enthusiasm combined with the risk of discovery made me erupt, far sooner than I’d have liked, filling her mouth with my seed.
Even with just the head still in her mouth, I could still feel Hermione swallowing my load, trying to keep up with how much I was giving her. A few streams leaked out of the corners of her mouth, but considering how I still had my body set to produce loads you only see in bad hentai, it was amazing she managed to swallow most of it.
I ran my hand through her hair as Hermione finished swallowing the last of my cum, before she released my cock with a quiet gasp and scooped up the small amount she’d missed with her pinky and sucked it clean.
“Feel better?” I asked quietly as she tucked me back into my pants.
“Much,” she answered, just as quietly.
“You missed a spot,” I told her, reaching out and scooping a small amount of cum on her chin. She grabbed my hand and brought my finger to her mouth, taking it in and sucking it like she had my cock just moments before. My dick twitched inside my pants at the sight.
“Keep that up and you’ll be getting taken against a wall before the tour of the ship is over,” I warned the bushy haired minx.
She let my finger slide from her mouth, her tongue giving one last flick of the tip as it did, before asking, a mix of meek and excited, “Promise?”
I blinked, not expecting that response. Before smiling and giving her a nod that made her brighten up. She stood and, after glancing towards her parents who were still staring transfixed at the Earth, lifted her pleated skirt just enough to reach under and pulled down her pink panties. Stepping out of them, she tucked her panties into my left pants pocket with a wink and an adorably awkward attempt at a sultry grin.
“You women will be the death of me,” I murmured to myself as I cinched my belt back into place and the Yamato came into view.
I could only wonder what Hermione was going to do in order to get me to take her against the walls of the ship.
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Hermione let out a gasp as the air left her lungs from her back hitting the wall of the hallway. Her legs were pushed up, up, up, until her knees were on either side of her head. I leaned down, giving her a fierce, heated kiss that she met with equal fervor as I unbuckled my belt and pulled my dick out.
“I warned you,” I growled to her after I broke the kiss.
“Better puni-” she started, only for her breath to catch with a squeak as I thrust into her tight, teen twat.
I’d been inside her twice before, both times on Halloween for the coven ritual. Despite that having been her first time, the position we were in made her even tighter than she’d been that previous time. Even with her being so wet that there was a slick trail all the way down her legs to her knee high socks, it took more strength than I’d expected to slide all the way into her.
“You fee-” Hermione started, only for me to put my hand over her mouth.
“Your parents are just down the hall, don’t want them to hear you and realize how much of a naughty girl they raised, now do we?” I teased her, even as my hips began to slide back and forth, trusting in and out of her wet pussy.
She blushed, shaking her head even as she clamped down on me at the thought of her parents discovering us. Her pleated skirt bunched up around her hips, the bottom waving in the air as I fucked her. It wasn’t like on Halloween, when I was gentle, almost making love to her. This time, I took her hard and fast, driving myself into her with quick, rough strokes, the recent talk with Nikhol in the rec room still fresh in my mind.
We couldn’t stay away for too long, so as I felt my climax approaching, I let it happen, hilting myself into Hermione as her eyes rolled up into her skull and she let out a muffled, moaning scream. Her pussy all but slammed down on me as I shot jet after jet of cum into her, painting her insides with my seed as she came with me.
We stood like that, me leaning against her with my hand over her mouth and her folded in half against the wall, for a few minutes, basking in the afterglow. Still, we couldn’t leave Nikhol to cover for us forever, so I slid out of the brainy brunette and let her get her still shaking legs under her.
“That…” Hermione said through panting breaths, looking up at me through half lidded eyes, “was the hardest I’ve ever cum. How long until we can do that again?”
I snorted in amusement, “Let’s get back to your parents first little missy, we can talk about that later.”
She pouted adorably, making me laugh and place a peck on the tip of her nose. Before I turned and gave a quick jog to catch up with Nikhol and Hermione’s parents, while Hermione used a few spells to quickly freshen up.
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“I’m glad to see you finally taking some initiative, Bear dear,” Nikhol said as she flew the shuttle back to Hogwarts.
Hermione’s parents had given their blessing for Hermione to join us when we left, saying something about WWII battleships being turned into dimension traveling spaceships being easier to understand than magic had been, and now we were on our way back to drop Hermione off at Hogwarts.
I shrugged, before admitting, “I can admit when someone else is right. And I wasn’t expecting the risk of discovery to be as hot as it was.”
“Neither did I,” Hermione chimed in, her face starting to turn red at the memory. “Though that reminds me, our dormmates might have expressed an interest in you after hearing about the results of the coven ritual.”
Turning to the teen witch, I raised an eyebrow at her, “You did specify the power boost was from the ritual not me, right?”
“Of course!” Hermione adopted a faux insulted expression, before looking to the side and continuing. “But Padma and Lavender were still interested, and Padma said that her sister Parvati was as well. How do you feel about taking the virginities of another group of teen witches? Two of them being identical twins.”
I was reminded of a particular movie quote at this moment: Twins, Basil. Twins. Pushing that thought aside, I gave Hermione a smile and told her, “That sounds quite appealing. Let me know when I should come by, and we’ll make a date of it.”
I gave the girl a hug and a kiss before she exited the shuttle and started walking back to Hogwarts. Heading to the cockpit, I strapped myself in as Nikhol began to take off.
“Lana and Lisa left a message, they’ve finished dealing with the bureaucrat named after a dessert,” Nikhol said as we lifted into the air.
“Fudge?” I asked for clarification.
“Yes, him. They’ll give us a full report when we get back.”
Well, given it was Lana and Lisa, I felt a modicum of hope that the Wizarding World wouldn’t have the chaos of picking a new Minister of Magic in the morning.