Paradise Found | Hogwarts Legacy Love Story

Magizoology Tip #24

"Honeybea..." Ominis said breathlessly and she realized that he'd come all over her breasts. Sebastian leaned forward, licking the swells of her beasts, "I hope you understand that you're ours now. We want to keep you." For such a dominant person, his voice turned softer, "I love you." And after a moment, he added, "Both of you."

Sebastian pulled away, only to smirk as he licked his lips. "Both of you." He said in lieu of agreeing.

The answer the obvious to her. She loved Ominis and she was starting to feel something possessive and powerful for Sebastian too. "I want you both too." She whispered, but added in a more confident tone. "I want to love you both of you."

She'd dreamed once of a paradise where she came home to a husband one day.

Instead, she'd found something better.

Two men that she adored already and they wanted her.

Real paradise had been found.

Magizoology Tip #24

Happily Ever Afters are as Rare as Phoenixes, but they do exist.

Beatrice woke up with her face pressed against Sebastian's chest and her head resting on his outstretched arm. She could feel Ominis behind her, cradling her close, but his arm was draped around her and Sebastian. Their legs were a tangle of limbs and she felt as if she was roasting between two furnaces. The next time they all shared a bed, Beatrice would have to ensure that the room was air conditioned and they casted a stasis charm to even out the temperatures.

She shifted her body, but while Ominis woke up at the slight variation of movement, Sebastian was still in a deep sleep.

"You might as well just shove him off the bed, honeybea." Ominis' voice was deepened by exhaustion and a kind of hoarseness brought on by hours of pleasure.

In the middle of the night, they'd picked off where they'd left off earlier, and Beatrice was paying for it with the soreness she felt all over her body.

"He's too heavy and I don't think he'd appreciate it very much after last night." Beatrice mused, blushing at the own raspiness of her voice.

Ominis hummed in agreement before sitting up. She turned around, feeling Sebastian's arm pull her closer against his naked body. She could feel him hard against her arse, ready for another round even in his sleep. He was insatiable.

Ignoring the longing in her lust filled brain, she focused on Ominis casting the charm to reveal the map of medieval London. It seemed Hobhouse and Prewett were on an early morning stroll. Or midmorning considering that the sun was halfway on its journey to rising.

This time yesterday had been around when Hobhouse had used the machine again.

...Which meant they needed to get ready.

And fast.

Ominis swore, getting off the bed, and accio-ing his clothes. She was hasty to follow him, but couldn't because arms were wrapped around her tight now and Sebastian was sleepily nuzzling against the crook of her neck.

"Sebastian," She hissed, throwing her elbow back into a wall of muscle, "Wake up."

He shook his head, mumbling in a half state of deliriousness. "Fimoremins." His Scottish drawl hindered his clear pronunciation, but then she watched as Ominis' wand flew over to him and smacked him right against the arse, no doubt leaving a red mark. He stiffened and let out curses that could make the most conservative Nun blush, "What?"