CW: THERE IS M/M IN THIS CHAPTER. If that's not your thing? then don't read. :000
A Few Months Later
Heat radiated through her body as she was pulled from a deep sleep, the potion she took still latched onto her consciousness with a vice grip. The inside of her knees and thighs were slick with sweat, her back involuntarily arching to—
"Mmmm," Mattheo's satisfied hum rumbled through her core, her dizzy awareness taking far too long to realize that his skilled tongue was dutifully cleaning the mess leaking from her.
She bucked her hips against his mouth chasing the feeling as he ran the flat of his tongue through her folds, stopping to suck hard on her clit—- too hard.
She woke with a scream as she came. Mattheo growled a sound that was nothing short of primal into her spasming core.
She came. In her sleep. The things these men make her do will never not amaze her.
Finally, she was able to open her heavy eyes to the scene of Mattheo between her legs, his chin slick from the painful orgasm she just endured.
They were in their playroom. The one that took nearly three weeks to set up to make it perfect.
Hermione lifted on her elbows trying to remember how she had gotten there. The last thing she remembered was taking a potion and going to bed, and by how groggy she felt she knew it hadn't been long ago. She needed stronger dreamless sleep if she was easily woken by her master playing with her cunt.
Hermione swallowed trying to prepare her throat to speak when she felt the soreness there, then the soreness between her legs. She was beginning to realize that maybe she was asleep longer than she thought and maybe her master did more than just eat her cunt.
"Good morning, princess." A voice said, but not from the wizard she was looking at. She looked toward the sound to find a naked Theo on her right side, Draco lying behind him resting his chin on Theo's shoulder. "I wasn't sure you'd ever wake up."
Eyes finally adjusted to the dim light of the room, she glanced down to see Draco was touching Theo, gripping his length as they watched Mattheo lazily lick her folds.
All she could do was let out a tired hum.
She lay back against the silk sheets, her eyes drifting around the room as she took in her surroundings. The massive bed beneath her was unlike anything she'd ever slept in before she knew her boys—its black and dark green sheets felt smooth as silk against her skin, shimmering faintly in the low light. The room was cloaked in shadows, every surface touched by the glow of candles scattered around.
The scent of amber and something darkly sweet lingered in the air, intoxicating, making her feel both alert and drowsy at once. Her gaze trailed over the sleek leather straps hanging at the bedposts, the polished wooden furniture, and the subtle gleam of metal hooks and bars. Everything meticulously designed for pleasure, wrapped in mystery and anticipation.
She shivered slightly, not from cold, but from the charged atmosphere surrounding her—like the very air was alive with promises of everything she would discover about herself and her boyfriends in this room.
On her left, she found a partially clothed Blaise lying on his hands tucked under his face. A fully clothed Marcus was behind him, sitting against the headboard.
Only a month prior they all finally moved into their new townhome and began to make it a place of their own. Living here together quickly proved to be much different than living in close proximity to each other when they were at Hogwarts. They didn't have to sneak around or pretend they weren't together. They could just be themselves and act however they wanted.
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