Bear's Beauties: Existential Crisis 40 (Patreon)

[center]<<Buford Bennett>>[/center]

Just another day at the Ministry of Magic, I thought as I tapped my wand against my time card and forced back a yawn. Filing papers all day may be boring, but it paid my rent and put food on my table. Not much food, but enough to get by.

“See you tomorrow, Nora,” I said to the pretty witch at the front desk as I made my way out of the office.

“Are you going to be joining us at the Cauldron later?” she asked, not looking up from her magazine.

“Afraid not,” I answered, taking my hat from the rack by the door. “I’ve got dinner with the family.”

I neglected to mention that the only family that would be at dinner was my muggle brother, the rest would be some friends of his from Uni and the focus was going to be less about dinner and more about the game after. Despite my efforts back at Hogwarts, Dungeons & Dragons hadn’t taken off so I was the only actual wizard in the group.

That reminds me, I needed to plan ahead how the dragon Vrask was going to respond to what the party did last week. The bandits she’d sent were all dead, the Duke was arrested and…

My plotting as Dungeon Master was interrupted as a veritable wave of black buzzing bugs erupted from the elevators and staircases leading to the lower levels of the Ministry. Countless people began screaming, and I immediately ran back into the office before locking the door with every spell I knew that was even remotely applicable. I didn’t think it’d do much to stop a Dark Lord (or Lady), but it made me feel better.

“Bee?” Nora asked, confused.

“It’s Skitter, they’re here in the Ministry,” I said in a rush, staring through the window as Skitter’s tide swarmed around a single man.

Nora joined me at the window, soon followed by the rest of the people in the office, as shapes formed within Skitter’s swarm. The shapes, a vague approximation of a person (somewhere between one sixty and one eighty centimeters if I was eyeballing them correctly), approached to encircle the man, who pulled out his wand and started blasting the shapes. Not that it did much good, either the shapes were unaffected or dispersed only to reform immediately after.

WALDEN MACNAIR, the echoing, droning voice of Skitter filled the Ministry. YOUR CRIMES HAVE BEEN WEIGHED. YOU HAVE BEEN JUDGED. FOR THE CRIMES OF MURDER, TORTURE, AND USE OF THE UNFORGIVABLES IN SERVICE TO THE FALSE LORD THOMAS RIDDLE, YOU HAVE BEEN SENTENCED TO DEATH.

“Fuck that, you swarm-faced bitch!” the man, apparently named Macnair, shouted. “I won’t go without a fight! Avada Kedavra!”

My eyes widened as the entire atrium of the Ministry was lit by the poisonous green light of the Killing Curse. As shocking as it was to see one of the Unforgivable Curses, it wasn’t what shocked me to the core. It was the fact that the Killing Curse, the unstoppable curse that killed whatever it hit, did nothing.

IMPRESSIVE THAT YOU MANAGED TO DRAG TOGETHER ENOUGH POWER FOR THE KILLING CURSE, Skitter said, sounding anything but impressed, even as Macnair continued to cast the Killing Curse again, and again, and again. BUT YOU DON’T SEEM TO REALIZE SOMETHING. THE KILLING CURSE KILLS WHATEVER IT IS CAST UPON. FOR ALL ITS POWER IT IS A SIMPLE AND STRAIGHTFORWARD SPELL: POINT, CAST, AND WHAT IT HITS DROPS DEAD. SUCH A POTENT AND PRACTICAL SPELL FOR ANY KILLER. YET YOU CANNOT STOP ME DESPITE HAVING USED IT SEVE-EIGHT TIMES NOW. CAN YOU GUESS WHY?

My mind raced, thinking over everything we’d been taught about the Unforgivables in Defense Against the Dark Arts class. The Killing Curse killed, period, end of story. With the exception of the Potter boy, no living thing had ever resisted the Killing Curse, even the most magic resistant beasts died to it, so why… the swarm, that’s it!

“I know why,” I murmured, unable to help myself. “The Killing Curse only kills a single living thing at a time. Skitter’s controlling thousands, possibly millions of bugs, there’s no possible way for anyone to cast enough Killing Curses to deal with their swarm.”

The Macnair bloke seemed to have realized the same, as he fell to his knees, facing the nearest humanoid shape in Skitter’s swarm, and shouted at the top of his lungs, “Dark Lord Skitter, let me serve you!”

I blinked, and even the swarm seemed taken aback, and Macnair continued, “I served Lord Voldemort well, even securing the giants for him this summer! I can serve you just as well, so long as you spare my life!”

YOU ARE A FOOL, Skitter replied after a few moments. I DO NOT SEEK CONQUEST, CHAOS, OR DESTRUCTION. I SEEK JUSTICE. YOU ARE A BLOODTHIRSTY KILLER, ONE THAT BENDS HIS KNEE AND BARES HIS NECK TO ANY YOU THINK WILL FEED YOUR LUST FOR BLOOD AND DEATH. I HAVE NO DESIRE TO BE SERVED BY ONE SUCH AS YOU.

With that, the entire swarm fell upon Macnair, a buzzing, chittering wave that crashed upon him. He screamed, in terror and fear, before it was cut off. The swarm writhed and churned, like the surface of the ocean during a storm, before dispersing, leaving nothing more than a pile of bones and tattered scraps of cloth and wood. The entire Ministry was quiet, none of the observers locked in their offices like us daring to speak.

“What did he say about the giants?” Ned from Accounting finally broke the silence.

“Did he say that You-Know-Who was still around?” Nora asked.

I had a feeling that I was going to miss Dungeons and Dragons tonight, because holy balls this was a big deal.

[center]<<Narcissa Malfoy>>[/center]

I sipped from the glass, taking a moment to savor the delicate notes of the wine. The dry flavors, the tingle it sent through the body as the traces of alchemical influences mingled with the ambient magic used to age it through the barrels. Based on the profile of the bite, the barrels were made from Ornery Oaks from the Orkney Islands.

Setting the glass down, I turned my attention to Lucius, “I believe that matters with Macnair have made my point clear?”

Lucius, dear Lucius, turned to me with a sad smile on his face, “You know it’s not that simple, my love.”

I did. With the Dark Mark, Voldemort could find us wherever we went. We needed either some reason to leave Britain that he would accept or, far more practically, something that would keep his focus away from us. Unless…

“Are you still on good terms with Ignacio?” I asked, the idea beginning to form in my mind.

“We haven’t spoken in over a year, but yes,” Lucius answered, his mind easily reaching a similar conclusion. “It might work. Macnair was successful in his own recruitment efforts, and with Fudge soon to be running around like a headless house elf, He might be willing to accept my distancing myself from anything related to Macnair.”

“You write to Ignacio, whilst I write to Draco and Severus?” I asked, vigor filling me as a plan of action settled.

“Of course,” Lucius agreed.

I rose from my chair and took Lucius’s offered arm as we made our way to his office. Even with the temporary vitality offered to me from the wine, thanks to the properties of the soil the grapes were grown in, I was slightly out of breath by the time we reached it. Sitting down, I gave my dear Lucius a grateful smile as he slid my chair in.

Draco’s birth had been hard on my body, and even to this day I tired easily. Lynda, Ignacio’s wife, had provided me with several charms and potion recipes that had done much to help me recover, and Severus had been impressed with the potions despite his cultivated surliness. It would be nice to talk to her again, and see how little Jericho and Kattia were doing.

Plus, Draco adored his cousins, so that would certainly take the sting of leaving Britain during the middle of the school year out of it.

[center]<<Bear Sandosen>>[/center]

I walked through the door to Harley’s room, a smile on my face as I eagerly awaited seeing the look on her face when I revealed the surprise I’d found while digging through the information on my phone that Tara Q had left. I’d been spending at least an hour most days looking over the information she’d put on it, and was still finding new things. Like this one that was going to let me fulfill an early promise I’d made.

It was at this point that my brain caught up with the view my eyes were showing me. Specifically, Harley lying on her back, wearing the lovechild of a halter top and a corset laced tight enough that her already generous chest practically jumped out to scream “Howdy” while being aimed right at the door. To make things even more… Harley, she had a pen that was either being sucked on like she’d done to me in the past, or trailing down to slide between her breasts. There was also a book in her hand, but honestly that kind of got lost somewhere between my eyes and my brain.

“Enjoyin’ the view, Fuzzy?” Harley asked, pressing her arms against her chest, making her breasts swell up even more than they already were. I pulled my eyes down from her cleavage, to meet her gaze, eyes smoldering and a sexy smile on her face.

“Fuck Harley,” I growled, making my way over to her, taking off my belt as I did so. My jeans and boxers were left on the floor by the time I reached her, my right hand knocking her book aside as my left lined myself up with the valley between her glorious tits. “Need you, now.”

I thrust, driving my dick between her smushed together breasts, the small amount of saliva there from her pen providing barely enough lubrication for me to slide in. Harley tossed her pen aside, her fingers flying to the lacing of her top, untying it and freeing her breasts. I reached down, fingers sliding under the cups of her top to grope and squeeze them even as I made sure they stayed pressed together.

“C’mon, Fuzzy,” Harley said from under me as she finished untying her top, the leather garment being pulled from under her and thrown elsewhere in the room. Her hands pressed up against the sides of her chest, and my hands shifted focus, pinching and teasing her nipples even as I picked up speed in my thrusting. I didn’t speed up for long, the small amount of spit from her pen was not enough lubrication for me to go at any real speed.

“Open your mouth, Harley,” I told her as I pulled back, letting go of her breasts to take myself in hand as she did so. Her tongue was held out as she stretched her jaw as wide as she could, an invitation I took full advantage of, sliding into her warm and very wet mouth. Her tongue immediately began to dance around my length, and even as I pressed against the back of her throat she didn’t gag. I thrust a few times, letting her slather me in her spit, before I pulled out and went back between the tits that she was still pressing together.

Much better, I practically glided between the firm, full breasts that rested proudly upon Harley’s chest. The sensation of her breasts around my dick, while her tongue would lap at whatever length she could reach, was heavenly. The silky smooth skin, the way her breasts mashed together to form a perfect image, the feel of them enveloping my dick as I slid between them.

“Ya like that, Fuzzy?” Harley purred. “Ya like fuckin’ the girls?”

“Perfect Harley,” I told her with a grunt, feeling my end drawing near. “Absolutely perfect.”

“Ya gonna cum? Do it, paint the girls and my belly, I wanna rub it in.”

Hearing Harley say that, I couldn’t have held back even if I wanted to. My hips drove forwards, burying myself as deep into her cleavage as I could, my orgasm erupting out of me, painting her abs and the interior of her breasts. After maybe a dozen bursts, I stepped back before moving around Harley’s head where it hung over the edge of her bed to lay down and catch my breath. Harley soon had herself curled around me, her face nuzzling against the crook of my neck and her hands pulling mine so they were wrapped protectively around her.

“Love you,” I murmured, gently kissing the top of her head.

“I know,” she said with a cheeky tone, making me chuckle. “Not that I don’t appreciate the visit, or the fun, but what brings ya over here?”

“Oh, right,” I said with a blink. “I was going through the stuff that Tara Q gave me, and I found something that I think will let us find your Ivy. How do you feel about a trip home?”

Harley shot up, her eyes wide. Before she reached out, grabbed me by the side of my head, and pulled me into a heavy, searing kiss. Her tongue immediately pushed into my mouth, and we french kissed for I don’t know how long before breaking for air.

“Baby, you’re the greatest,” Harley said between gasps for air.

I chuckled, took her hand in mine, and said, “Let’s go get your girl.”