Bear's Beauties: Existential Crisis 50 (Patreon)

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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.

[center]<<8 hours later>>[/center]

“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.

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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…