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Hello, little bird🥰✨ I hope you’re doing well! I wanted to thank you once again for the masterpiece “The Blind Dance”, that was breathtaking!❤️‍🔥

If you don’t mind, I’d love to share with you some of my thoughts, they might be veeery stupid, I’m sorry in advance, that’s just what happens in my feverish brain (Ominis’ been filling my mind completely for several months🙈)

So, personally I’m into powerful and let’s say dominant Ominis hehe. What do you think about it:

Ominis and MC are friends and of course both of them have hidden feelings for each other. One day, MC appears to have a bruise on her neck from some regular fight she had. Ominis can’t see it obviously, but hears some ambiguous remarks about her neck. He gets super jealous and storms to his beloved Undercroft/dormitory/any empty classroom to let off some steam, she notices his state and follows him. And when she asks wtf with you, he bursts out. Like... slams her up against the wall, holds her neck where the bruise is and smth like “who the hell was he?!” (maybe some assumptions that it was Sebastian, cause he knows they spend a lot of time together), basically revealing his dark intimidating side a bit. There can also be insults and some parseltongue spilling of course cause this boy can’t control himself hehe. She’s outraged, trying to push him away, but he realizes how stupid he was, apologizes passionately and then.. no less passionate and possessive sex with parseltongue as well🔥

Gooods I just needed to share it with you, and maybe you will find some ideas inspiring for your incredible talent! And it’s totally fine if you find it an utter rubbish, my brain’s just not working properly when it relates to Ominis😂

Thank you again, we’re all so happy to have you in this fandom!💕

Thank you so much for your patience with this piece! I loved writing it and I had a lot of fun playing around with Ominis’ emotions. 😉 Rest assured, your prompt for this piece was amazing. Thank you so much for being my first request, and I really appreciate all the kind words you give me. The Blind Dance is one of my favorites as well. Ominis just has this way about him. 💕 You definitely piqued some ideas for later stories. Thank you again, and enjoy!

• Jealousy Is a Terrible Thing •

Ominis Gaunt x MC (Smut)

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Summary: Ominis’ jealousy flares up when Sebastian returns to the common room well past midnight, carrying your scent. The accumulation of lies and excuses reaches its breaking point, leading to a heated confrontation between you two.

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Ominis is a master at finding every possible opportunity he can to get closer to you. He's like a magnet, whether that means strategically choosing the seat next to yours in class, skillfully appearing in the same hallways as you, suggesting lunch dates at The Three Broomsticks, or inviting you to join him for study sessions in a cozy corner of the library.

For him, every minute spent by your side fills his day with an unparalleled sense of happiness. It's as if the entire world around him had shifted since you entered his life. He now has something, or rather someone, to look forward to greeting every single day.

But today, however, things took an unusual turn. Ominis had hardly slept, and his mood was decidedly foul. All night, his mind had raced, tormented by the question of why Sebastian had returned to the common room so late last night, bearing the unmistakable trace of your scent. He wrestled with this enigma throughout the night, and what compounded his distress was Sebastian's blatant falsehood. Sebastian was notorious for brushing things off and fabricating the flimsiest of excuses. But that scent, Ominis recognized it all too intimately—it was unquestionably yours. A fire churned within him, a spark of jealously aflame.

(Recap)

As the clocks hands inched past curfew, Sebastian clandestinely slipped into the common room, his movements shrouded in secrecy. His arrival, however, didn’t go unnoticed. Ominis lifted his head from his book as he drew a deep breath, catching a tantalizing trace of your scent emanating from Sebastian's clothing.

Without missing a beat, Ominis confronted Sebastian, his voice laced with an unmistakable sharp edge. "Sebastian, you're out past curfew. What were you up to?"

Sebastian, however, was quick on his feet. He met Ominis' gaze with a feign air of innocence. "Oh, nothing much, just a late-night stroll. Clearing my head, you know."

Ominis slammed his book shut and rose from his seat, his brows knit together with irritation. "Late-night stroll? Clearing your head?" he scoffed, his voice tinted with bitterness. "Don't insult my intelligence, Sebastian. I can smell her on you."

Sebastian tried to maintain an air of nonchalance, beads of sweat formed along his forehead. "You're imagining things, Ominis. Just a bit paranoid, aren't we?"

But Ominis was having none of it. He took several steps forward, his words biting through the air. "I know the scent of her perfume, Sebastian. Don't think you can play the fool with me."

Sebastian's mask of indifference began to crack as Ominis' possessiveness pressed in on him. "Fine," he spat back, the veneer of politeness shattering. "I was with her. So what? She can choose who she spends her time with."

Ominis' patience wore thin, and his anger flared as he leaned forward. "You're playing a dangerous game, Sebastian," he growled, his jealousy unleashing. "She's mine, and you'd do well to remember that."

Sebastian, seemingly unfazed, crossed his arms with a smirk, his voice edged with false nonchalance. "Why do you care so much, Ominis? What I do with her is none of your concern."

Ominis gritted his teeth, his temper burning from within. He wanted to shout, to demand answers, but his pride kept him restrained. “Just answer the question, Sebastian. What were you doing with her?”

Sebastian leaned forward, his tone a venomous whisper. "Maybe you're just not man enough to satisfy her."

Ominis clenched his jaw, his jealousy scraping the forefront, but he couldn't bring himself to reveal the true depth of his feelings.

Sebastian leaned back, a smug grin playing on his face. "You're so possessive, Ominis. It's pathetic. She's not yours to control."

Ominis, his anger boiling over, shot back, "You're just a playboy, Sebastian. You don't understand what it means to truly care about someone."

Their words hung in the air, charged with tension and unresolved emotions. The common rooms quiet atmosphere seemed to amplify, and neither of them was ready to back down.

Sebastian's eyes narrowed, as he leaned in closer to Ominis, his voice dripping with venom. "And what would you know about caring for someone? You've never even seen her face, let alone know what it's like to be with someone like her."

Ominis couldn’t take it anymore. The frustration, the jealousy, the pain all swirled inside him like a tempest. He had been holding back, trying to maintain some semblance of control, but Sebastian’s taunts and insinuations were pushing him over the edge. A dark, sinuous whisper echoing within his head.

With furious colors, Ominis lunged at Sebastian, his control slipping away like sand through his fingers. He grabbed Sebastian’s collar, his fingers digging into the fabric as he shoved him forcefully against the wall. His face was contorted with rage as he leaned in closely.

Sebastian was caught off guard by Ominis’ sudden loss of control, despite being pinned against the wall and faced with Ominis' seething anger, he managed to taunt one last time. He grinned, though there was a nervous edge to it.

"Ominis, you're blind in more ways than one," he sneered, digging in with a final jab.

Ominis' grip on Sebastian's collar tightened, his knuckles turning white. He was on the verge of losing control completely, his anger and jealousy driving him to the brink of madness. The whisper inside, growing louder with each passing second.

As Sebastian's taunting words hit Ominis, they seemed to strike a deeper chord. Ominis' anger slowly faded, replaced by a wounded look in his eyes. He slowly released his grip on Sebastian's collar, taking a step back and facing away.

His voice, when he spoke, was filled with a poisonous blend of hurt and resignation. "Fine, Sebastian. Have it your way," he muttered, his anger now overshadowed by a sense of defeat and pain.

Sebastian held his gaze on Ominis’ back for a moment longer before breaking away, storming off to bed with Ominis' words echoing in his ears.

Left alone in the dimly lit common room, Ominis couldn't quell the burning jealousy that gripped his heart. His mind raced with turbulent thoughts, imagining what you and Sebastian were doing together. Each passing minute felt like an eternity as his possessiveness over you gnawed at him, making it impossible for him to find solace in sleep. The scent of another man, bearing traces of you, lingered in the air, a reminder that he couldn't shake off.

As the day dragged on, he found himself in the library, waiting for your arrival. The evening had been earmarked for a study session between the two of you. He positioned himself in a secluded corner of the library, setting the stage for a mental game amidst the book-lined corridors. Aware of the intricate nature of his little mind game, he knew that extracting answers required meticulous finesse. Every move, every word was a potential gambit on your friendship. His mind was a turbulent sea of unanswered questions, each wave threatening to consume his thoughts. The stakes were high, and the risks, even higher. But his determination burned in red. He needed answers, and if Sebastian wasn’t going to give them to him— then you will.

Even moments before your arrival, his mind raced with restless thoughts, the relentless curiosity within him clawing at his very core. A low grumble slipped from his lips, his fingers sinking into the pages of his book, an unsettling image flashing vividly within his thoughts.

"There you are," a familiar voice greeted him with enthusiasm, the sound of your steps weaving around the bookshelves as you plopped your stack of books on the table.

Ominis, drawn by the melody of your sweet voice, lifted his head, and his countenance transformed. His features softened, and a smile, one reserved solely for you, gently curved his lips. The crashing waves of his mind finding ease.

"So you decided to come after all," he teased, deliberately averting his gaze back to the book in his hand as his grip softens.

"Of course I'd show up, I'd never miss our study time together. It’s too precious," you playfully retorted, settling down next to him.

As you opened your books, the sound of the pages turning harmonized with the subtle waft of your scent, enveloping the space around him. That same, familiar scent, lingering in the air, stirring something within.

The library was unusually hushed, the subtle sound of his nails picking at the corners of parchment, bending them with a nervous energy. Your gaze instinctively followed the sound, an elegant dance of curiosity shifting between his fidgeting fingers and his pensive expression.

You sat there, quietly studying him for a few moments, pondering on what’s occupying his thoughts. Something about him seemed amiss, though you couldn't quite pinpoint it.

You leaned into him, your body brushing against his as your lips drew close to his ear, your voice a soft whisper. "You're not typically one to fidget with your hands. Is something on your mind, Ominis?"

Your closeness seemed to have a calculated impact, causing his demeanor to subtly shift. The sound of the parchment ceased as he turned his focus toward you, his face adorned with a serene mask of calmness. "Hmm? Oh, no. Nothings on my mind."

Your concern etched lines of worry onto your brow, still convinced that something weighed heavily on his mind, but he wasn’t budging.

"Ominis..." you hummed, your hand gently finding its place against his thigh, your voice carrying a soothing, reassuring tone. "You know you can talk to me."

In a fleeting moment, all his defenses crumbled. A lump formed in his throat, your sweet, captivating scent enveloping him like a warm embrace. The gentle brush of your hand against his thigh ignited an indescribable sensation deep within him. In that moment, he wished for time to stand still, for this instant to stretch into eternity. Just you and him, a world apart from everyone else—a world far from Sebastian. It all faded into obscurity. It was as if only the two of you existed in that space.

You couldn't help but notice how your presence seemed to have a calming effect on him. Your fingers traced a gentle, reassuring path up and down his thigh, and a soft, affectionate grin danced at the corners of your lips as you observed him intently. He looks so sweet…

In this sanctuary, Ominis felt a newfound comfort, an urge to confide in you, to lay bare everything that had tormented him, and perhaps even to express the emotions he'd kept concealed for so long. He yearned to spill it all out, to finally lay his heart on the table.

Just as he was about to speak, a subtle squeeze from your hand against his thigh brought him back to reality. His lashes faltered, and with a soft, deliberate hold, his hand grazed against yours, seemingly hesitant to speak.

His lips were parted, and for a brief moment, he seemed as if he was on the brink of saying something, but his lips drew a line. Instead, he took in a deep breath, casually flipping to the next page in his book with a flick of his wand.

"You needn’t worry about me, I'm fine," Ominis insisted, his words carefully neutral. "I just couldn’t find sleep."

You sighed, not entirely convinced by his statement, but willing to go with it. "How come?" You inquired gently, your fingers naturally gravitating toward the comforting warmth of his inner thigh.

His breath hitched for a mere second, the feeling of your hand tantalizingly close clouded his mind with your sweet, intoxicating presence.

"Sleep often seems to evade me more times than I care to count. So I opted for some light reading in the common room last night," he began, his voice steady. A momentary pause followed as he carefully considered his next words. He taps his nail against the parchment with an unsettledness. “Just as I was wrapping up on my reading, a rather… perplexing encounter held me.”

His eyes lined up with keen perception as he sensed your hand twitch in response to his words, a restrained, sly grin tugging at the corners of his lips. He knew he had you hooked.

"Oh? And… who might’ve that been?" Your words faltered, your heart beginning to race as the realization set in, that you had unwittingly walked into his cunning little trap.

"Sebastian," he stated firmly, the pretense of an unruffled countenance still in place as he smoothly turned to the next page in his book.

"S— Sebastian, huh?" You gradually withdrew your hand from his thigh, fingers curling around the contours of your book as you anxiously flipped through several pages.

"Any thoughts on why he might have been up after curfew?" He nonchalantly twirled his wand between his fingers, deliberately taking his time as he keenly detects your composure slowly unraveling beside him.

"No— not at all. Why would I have any insight?” You brought your hand to your lips, your teeth nibbling nervously at your nails as your thoughts begin to race.

"Really, now?" He leaned back, drawing in a deep breath as he meticulously assessed the situation. "I had thought you two were rather… close. Mayhaps I judged wrong," he mused, his finger idly tracing the edges of his book, waiting for your next answer.

You cleared your throat, collecting your hair in your hands as you lifted it up off your neck and sweeping it aside to cool off.

“We should get back to studying, Ominis.” You mumbled quietly, adverting your attention back to your books.

A pit formed within his midriff, an uneasy sensation coursing through him as he discerned that you had just lied to him and casually brushed aside his inquiry. Lost in his thoughts, something had sparked his attention, a faint, distant sound emanating several tables away. His ears perked as he found himself inexplicably drawn into the poison of hushed whispers and muted laughter.

"Did you see that mark on her neck?"

"Gods, what is it?"

"Isn't it obvious? It's a hickey!"

"Merlin's Beard... who do you think it was?"

"I bet you 5 Galleons it was Sebastian Sallow."

"What— no way."

"You think she's been snogging Sallow?"

"By the looks of it, she's been doing more than just snogging." The subdued group of students snickered amongst themselves.

"And…. guess what I saw last night… I saw the two of them leaving the castle after curfew."

"What, really..? That's foul... and she has the audacity to put her hands all over Gaunt— are you going to report it to the Headmaster?"

“Not yet, I’m waiting for the perfect moment.”

“You sneaky little minx.”

“She deserves it. I can’t wait to see her crumble.”

"She should be ashamed of herself...”

"Isn't one enough? Leave the rest of them for us."

“She’s such a slut.”

A flush of crimson spread across Ominis' face as his anger surged like a rising tide within. His fists clenched together in a white-knuckled grip, his imagination running wild with scenarios from last night, each one more maddening than the last. Thoughts became an impenetrable fog, clouding his usually sharp mind. His jaw clenched as he slammed his book shut, the resounding thud echoing throughout the library. He stormed out, leaving behind a wake of turbulent emotions.

Ominis could hear his heart ringing in his ears. The whole world around him fading into a distant blur as he pushed himself through the crowded halls. His nails dig into the handle of his wand as anger, frustration, and jealousy envelopes him whole. The thought of you doing something so vile with his best friend tinged his heart. He felt as if the air was sucked right out of his lungs, his own emotions strangling him.

You sat there, bewildered by his sudden outburst. Trying to make sense of what just happened, you close your books in a hurry, leaving them behind as you quickly followed suit. Your eyes glued to the back of his pristine button-up as you chased after him, deftly slipping through the turbulent sea of students and nearly stumbling over an outstretched foot.

"Om— Ominis, wait…" your voice caught as you hastily found your footing, resolutely following his swift path into an unassuming classroom, leaving behind a clear path of confused faces.

As you enter the classroom, your eyes swept across the empty space, finding no trace of Ominis. You take a hesitant step back, perplexed. Suddenly, the wooden doors behind you click shut. You quickly pivot around to find Ominis standing there, blocking the only exit out.

“Ominis…” you muttered, standing there frozen and confused as an uneasiness settled within your midriff.

His eyes almost gleamed with a shade of green, as if a dormant darkness within him had awakened. A pure-blood Gaunt, a direct descendant of Salazar Slytherin, the snake with no eyes, now revealed itself. His once-hidden frustrations surged to the surface, directed towards you. His body burned with resentment, hands trembling at his sides.

"Tell me," he demanded, his voice low and tinged with a threatening edge, leaving no room for evasion or lies. "What were you doing with Sebastian last night?"

A sudden chill runs down your spine, as if he could actually see into your soul. You stagger back, your heart racing in response to his probing question.

"What do you mean..?" you stammered, desperately searching your mind for any little thing to grab at.

Your heart pounded in your chest, caught between the fear of angering him and the guilt of keeping the truth from him. You hesitated for a moment, feeling the weight of Ominis’ words pressing down on you, but you couldn't bring yourself to admit it, not yet. The room seemed to close in and crackle with tension, clashing with your desire to protect the truth.

"I— I was…" your words faltered as Ominis took an intimidating step forward. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip, struggling to find the right words. Your tongue felt heavy, surrendering yourself to complete silence.

Suddenly, he lunges forward, his fingers wrapping around your jaw, pivoting you around, and slamming you against the closed doors. His breath brushes against your lips as he leans in, his eyes effortlessly locked onto yours.

You winced, your eyes squeezing tight from the sudden force, his hold around your jaw softening as his fingers grazed down your neck.

"You were?" He asked, his voice baring a darkness you hadn’t seen before.

"I... I was just... studying," you muttered, attempting to maintain the facade, but the heat of his body pressed against yours and his possessive hold shattered your composure.

Your mind raced, torn between your desire to protect Sebastian and the overwhelming presence of Ominis. His demeanor was suffocating, hard to resist the urge to spill the truth, but you stubbornly clung to your feeble lie.

Every word you spoke, every lie you told, was like fuel to the fire. His fingers encircled around your throat, tightening with warning. "Tell me then, what's this?" he inquired, the pads of his fingers pressing into the tender, bruised skin below your jaw.

You yelped, your hand reaching for his wrist in a desperate attempt to relieve some of the pressure. He took your hand in his, pinning it against the wooden doors. With a low, frustrated growl, he eased his grip from around your throat, his fingers still remaining over the mark.

“Speak,” he said, as if you were some pet of his to command.

You gasped, finally able to breathe, your head spinning. "Ominis, what's happened to you?" you whispered, your voice colored with confusion.

He grew tired of waiting for an answer. His mind filling in all the details on its own. He pushes your jaw to the side with his thumb as he leans into the crook of your neck, his breath scraping against your skin. His soft lips brushed across your bruise, that same dark whisper filling his head with poisoned words.

“You like this?” He growled, his lips barely transgressing against your skin.

Your voice caught in your throat as Ominis' grip tightened, preventing you from speaking.

"Have something to say, do you?" Ominis’ voice dripped with irritation at your feeble attempt to speak.

An agonizing silence enveloped the room as you nervously shook your head in response.

"I didn’t think so." He sinks his teeth into your bruise, eliciting a pained wince from your lips. The warm caress of his tongue against your skin, paired with his piercing teeth digging into your neck sent an indescribable sensation pooling between your thighs. His hand snaked from your throat and down your waistline, gripping into your hip. A sharp gasp escaped your lips as his knee stopped you from squeezing your thighs together.

He had you within his grasp, a pretty little thing trembling against the doors. In this moment, you were unequivocally his, a possession to be claimed. The air felt thick and heavy. He relished in the power he held over you, knowing he could do anything to you. It was crystal clear: You were his to mark, not Sebastian’s, his. And he intended to make that known.

"You like being a little slut for me?" He drags his lips agonizingly slow against your skin, catching your breath.

Despite the fear and the turbulent emotions, an undeniable surge of desire coursed through you. Ominis' dominance had awakened a primal longing within you, and your response was unmistakable. Your breath hitched, and your body caved into your desire, your hips arching slightly against his knee.

Ominis was acutely aware of your response. A sly smirk curled his lips as he felt the subtle shift in your body, the way you arched against his knee, the way your arm fell limp within his grasp, and the subtle wavering within your breath. It was evident of the power he held over you.

Ominis couldn’t help but taunt you further, his voice dripping with possessiveness and a hint of cruelty. “You feel that?” he whispered, pressing his knee against your damp knickers.

Overcome by lust, you found yourself writhing in place, unable to contain the fiery yearning that coursed through your veins. Your heart hammered within your chest, a relentless rhythm of anticipation and longing, each beat echoing the insatiable need for more. Every inch of your skin felt like it was burning, burning for his touch.

Ominis, consumed by his desire, pushed your thighs apart with a dominating force, making it clear who was in control. He pressed his hips into you, his hunger evident in the way he held you against the doors. There was no denying the raw and burning need he felt for you in that moment.

“You like being fucked so hard there’s bruises all over your pretty little skin?” He growled through gritted teeth, his grip around your wrist constricting. The anger in his voice sent tremors through your body, leaving you almost afraid to utter a word. A barely audible gasp escaped your trembling lips.

He couldn't fathom how you could lose your self-control so easily under such circumstances. His mind seethed with jealousy and anger. Were you always this easy to rile up? Is this what you and Sebastian do when he’s not around? Is that what you want from him? Unable to contain his rage any longer, he lashed out, slamming his hands against the wooden doors, staggering backwards.

"Is this what you want? Isn't Sebastian enough for you? You think you can go around putting your pretty little hands on guys and expect us to fuck you? You're— you’re such a..." He growled, his voice a mixture of anger and hurt.

Ominis leaned back against an empty desk, running his fingers over his jaw, a look of shame crossing his face. Tears brimmed in his eyes as he attempted to collect himself, but the damage was done. He knew he had lost control and shattered any chance of friendship that remained between the two of you. With a heavy sigh, he buried his face in his trembling hand, overwhelmed by the strangling feeling he has in his heart.

You were left speechless, your heart aching at his distress. With cautious steps, you moved towards him, your hand finding purchase against his shoulder as your thumb brushed with a soothing comfort.

"Ominis…" you whispered softly, your voice wavering with concern and immense sadness. "Please, just talk to me… What's going on with you? Why did you say such hurtful things?"

You settled down next to him, your hand gently gliding down his back. "This… this isn't like you, Ominis..." You pressed your forehead against his shoulder, wrapping your arm around his waist, embracing him from behind.

The softness within your voice melted away all his defenses. Unable to contain his turmoil any longer, he began to unravel, pouring out the torment that had consumed him. His voice quivered. It sounded like he was on the brink crying. Your embrace around him tightened, unable to bear the sound of his shuddering voice.

"Please…" your voice trembled as you pleaded in him, the agonizing prick of tears welling within your eyes.

Ominis drew in a deep breath, attempting to regain some semblance of composure. Slowly, he lifted his head from his hand, his gaze, blankly fixed upon the floor.

"It was him, wasn't it?" His voice held a note of anguish, as if he didn’t want the truth at all.

"What was him?" You asked gently, lifting your head from his shoulder and resting your chin against its curve.

He took a few moments, taking in deep, shuddering breaths as he tried to come to terms with it himself. “That bruise along your neck… It was Sebastian.”

"What?" You furrowed your eyebrows, your fingers instinctively brushing across the mark that adorned itself just below your jaw. "This?" Confusion filled your voice as your mind raced with questions. “No— Sebastian never hurt me, why would you think that?”

He leans forward, elbows resting against his knees, his hands clenching in visible disarray. "Not hurt you…" he uttered with an evident struggle in his voice. His head turns toward you as you break from the one-sided embrace. Your eyes traced along his pained face, tears glossing over. You tenderly cupped his cheek, urging him to face you.

“Ominis…” you murmured softly. “What then?”

He slowly picked his arm up, his fingers gliding over your caress with gentleness, nuzzling his cheek into your hand. This warmth was what he so desperately needed. His gaze lowered with somberness, his other hand reaching out to hold yours within your lap.

He shifted towards you, his hand falling from his cheek, finding purchase against your thigh. He appeared hesitant, at a loss for words— his mind wrangling with itself to even speak.

"That mark," he started, his head still lowered. "It was from making love, wasn't it?"

You sat there, blinking for a moment, caught off guard by his accusation. Speechless, you almost let out a baffled laugh but quickly restrained it. "Making love?" you retorted, your hand lowering from his cheek as you wrapped your fingers around his nape, drawing him in closer.

You pressed your forehead against his, gazing into his soft ocean eyes. "Listen to me, Ominis… There’s nothing going on between me and Sebastian,” you hushed, your voice filled with sincerity.

He pulls away with furrowed brows, disbelief etched across his face. You clasped your hands around his, pulling him back in. "Ominis, please… This bruise here, it was from an encounter with goblins. Sebastian and I… we snuck out of the castle last night. We wanted to have a little fun, go for a midnight adventure,” you paused briefly, a heavy sigh filling the air. “But I… I got into a little trouble. I messed up my footing and a goblin attacked me. I was exhausted. Sebastian had to carry me back to the castle… I’m so sorry, Ominis. I should’ve been honest with you… I had no idea how much this pained you."

He felt ashamed, he felt hopeless, and he felt so, so indescribably ignorant. The weight of his emotions hung heavy within the air.

“I promise you, there’s no other man out there that has my heart,” you continued softly, your words piquing his interest. Ominis slowly lifted his chin as his gaze fell upon you.

Your lips curled into a sweet smile, brushing your thumb in soothing circles over his hands. “No one else, but you.”

His lashes faltered, and that very pit within his stomach had completely vanished. He felt all the heaviness within him lifted, the venomous whispers within his head— gone, replaced by a sense of clarity and peace."No one else?" He asked softly, his voice broken.

“Ominis, I love you… I love you so much that it pains me. It pains me to see you like this. I fell in love with that very sweetness you hold so deep within your heart. You’re someone special to me…” you wavered, the weight of your confession hanging in the air, your heart pounding within your chest as the gravity of your words settled between you both like a weightless plume.

He gently withdraws his hand from your grasp, his fingers tenderly tracing along your jaw as he clasped his hand just below your ear. His soft touch sent a shiver down your spine as he tilts your head back, his thumb brushing against your cheek, pressing his longing lips against yours.

Your eyes fluttered shut, savoring the sweet taste of his affection, your lips molding together in a tender, passionate kiss. In that moment, the world around you faded into insignificance. Everything that had just transpired, gone. All that remains now is the unyielding confession of love. The kiss lingered until he finally pulled away, his lips hovering just an inch from yours.

His warm breath caressed your lower lip as he spoke in an unwavering, gentle, and remorseful tone. "I've loved you from the moment I met you, more deeply than I could ever express. I've tried to hide it, to bury it, but it's always been there… burning within me. You mean more to me than words can convey, and I can't imagine my life without you."

Ominis’ voice quivered with emotion, "I love you with everything I am, and I always will, no matter what. I love you, all that you are, my dear little bird. I’m so… so so—"

You cut him off before he sank back into his darkness, your lips locking together in a fervent embrace. His brows furrowed as his lips followed suit, firmly. The kiss deepened, a passionate, unending surge of emotion that left you both breathless. In that moment, it felt like everything had finally fallen into place, and your hearts were bound together as one.

You wanted to reassure him, to make him understand that he had nothing to worry about. Your heart belonged to him and him alone. You hooked your leg over Ominis’ hip, gently lowering yourself into his lap. He wrapped his hand around your waist with a tender embrace.

With a shared urgency, you captured his bottom lip between your teeth, eliciting soft sigh past his lips. In the midst of your heated kisses, soft whispers of, “I love you,” flowed freely between you both. It was as if those three words had become a cherished refrain, a reminder of your unwavering love for each other, and neither of you could get enough of it.

Your kisses became a sweet storm. Peppering his lips as your hands cradled his jaw, your hips moving in a rhythm of their own, swaying with the desire that coursed through your veins.

A burning sensation snapped you back to reality, a tantalizing stiffness pressing against your knickers, awakening you from the flames. You were acutely aware of the desire that had burned between you.

Unable to resist, you both tumbled against the desk, your lips still locked in a fiery embrace. The kisses turned heated, sloppy, and wet as you explored eachothers cavity with unbridled hunger. His grip around your hip tightened, pressing you firmly against his arousal, a quiet moan of pleasure escaped your lips. Desire pooled between your thighs, wetting his trousers from the friction.

With a final, lingering kiss, you gradually poised yourself up, straddling him with your hands pressed against his chest. Your cheeks flushed with a rosy hue, but something about his presence made you feel safe and unashamed. The embarrassment you anticipated seemed to melt away in his soft, gentle touch.

A sweet, contented smile graced your lips as you began to roll your hips, a gentle grind that pressed your soaked knickers against his clothed arousal, eliciting a soft, quiet hum from Ominis’ lips.

He tilted his head back with a warm moan, the sharp contour of his jaw capturing your attention. You reached for his hands, delicately intertwining your fingers with his, guiding his touch as you circled your hips. A quiet sigh of pleasure escaped your lips, filling the thick air around you.

Ominis’ lips parted, eliciting an unrestrained moan as his cock twitches beneath you. He lost full control over his hips, incapable to stop them from moving in rhythm with yours. This was everything he had ever yearned for— your sweet hands in his, the soft, quiet moans that slipped past your lips, the constant whispers of affirmation. Yet, amidst this symphony of pleasure, there was one thing he longed to hear… the sweet sound of you moaning his name.

Feeling your hands withdraw from their loving embrace and hearing the subtle rustling of fabric above him, Ominis reached out, gently clasping your hands in his once again.

"Allow me," he whispered in a tender tone, his desire to adore you evident in his gentle pale eyes.

Your hands slowly dropped as he began to unbutton your blouse with a tantalizing slowness, savoring every moment so he could etch this memory into eternity. His fingers brushed across your shoulders, unable to resist the urge to whisper with admiration, "So soft..." He slid your blouse over your shoulders, allowing it to pool around your elbows. Your fingers curled under the rim of his trousers, eagerly reciprocating the desire.

Ominis, however, wasn't met with the expected sensation of a bra strap along your shoulders. Instead, he found himself intrigued, his fingers tracing down your collarbone until they reached the supple, sensitive flesh at the curve of your breast. His feather-light touch sent a cascade of goosebumps dancing across your skin, eliciting a subtle sigh of approval from your parted lips. His large hands then enveloped your breast, gently squeezing and kneading without hesitation.

Your eyes locked onto his almost devious grin. You unhooked your fingers from under his trousers and smoothly shimmied the rest of your blouse off, your gaze then moving toward his buttoned shirt, relinquishing it’s hold. You pushed open the flaps of his shirt, your eyes feasting on the sight of his well-formed figure. Your teeth sank into your bottom lip as your fingers trailed down his chest, tracing the dots that adorned his pale flesh in a playful zigzag pattern until they reached his hip. He was truly a vision of beauty, and in this moment, you couldn't fathom how he could doubt your desire for him over anyone else, even Sebastian.

"Ominis… I want you," you whispered, the words dripping with desire.

"Then take me," he dared, his expression sweet and inviting, in stark contrast to everything below.

Your cheeks blazed with a deep, rosy hue as you bit into your cheek, his words leaving you breathless with desire. With a sultry grace, you lifted yourself onto your knees, your hands working deftly to tug down his trousers and briefs just enough to reveal his hard, throbbing cock. It was much larger than you had imagined when you were grinding against him, and the sight left you speechless. Even his length was adorned with a scattering of freckles.

His hands, warm and tender, snaked up your thighs, just under your skirt, cradling them with a gentle hold. He showed incredible patience, letting you take your time and go at your own pace. You reached below you, your fingers curling around the soaked fabric that clung to your heated flesh. Pulling them aside, you wrapped your fingers around his base, slowly lowering yourself onto him.

The pink crown of his arousal glistened with pre-cum, slipping between your slick folds as you guided him into your eager core. His length squeezed into you inch by inch, eliciting a joined shudder. Ominis tightened his grip around your thighs as he felt your cunt slowly enveloping his length, drawing him deeper inside you. A hushed wince escaped your lips as he pushed you firmly against his hips.

A low, guttural curse slipped from Ominis’ tongue, the agonizing sensation of your tight cunt gripping around his cock with raw hunger.

With slow, deliberate movements, you took control, lifting your hips and sensually lowering yourself onto him, savoring every inch of his throbbing desire as it filled you completely. Finding a rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through your bodies. Ominis' hands ventured further under your skirt, his fingers clasping possessively around your hips, pressing deeply into your skin as you surrendered yourself to the veil of desire.

The sensation of his pulsating cock reaching deep within you, hitting the depths of your cunt and clenching around his cock in a strangling hold. It was everything he had ever fantasized about. The tantalizing stride and rolls of your hips, the softness and warmth of your skin touching his. The labored breaths and sweet moans he elicited out of you, it felt so fucking good.

The way you rolled your hips and took his cock like it was meant for you. How your body trembled every time he hit that sensitive spot. The desperate moans escaping your lips as he started to force your movements quicker by your hips. It drove him mad, mad for you. He craved more, wanting to hear those pretty little lips of yours gasp and scream his name, and he knew exactly how to make that happen.

With a firm grip around your hips, he easily maneuvered, rolling you onto your back and positioning himself over you. With one hand supporting his weight, his other guided the underside of your thigh until it was pressed against your side.

"Ominis, wai—"

He silenced your protests with a deep, penetrating thrust that sent a loud moan spilling from your lips. His nails dug into the soft flesh of your thigh as a sly grin curled at the corners of his lips. Your slick cunt tightened around his cock as he continued with long, measured strides in and out of your slick heat, drawing a soft yelp from the depths of your throat. Your hand clutched around his forearm, anchoring yourself as he quickened his pace.

"Ah, fuck..." you winced, furrowing your brows in pleasure as he drove into you relentlessly.

A deep, guttural groan reverberated within his throat as he reveled in the tightness of your cunt. He shifted his hand from your thigh to support his weight against the desk, looming over you with a demeanor that made you feel small and trapped beneath his towering figure.

He may be blind, but Ominis was attuned to your every desire, intimately aware of what turned you on. A sly grin danced along his lips as he continued his relentless thrusts, each one hitting that sweet spot that drove you mad.

He swooped down, burying his face into the crook of your neck as his labored breaths crashed against your skin. The sweet sound of your whimpers riled something familiar within him. "You like that?" he growled against your neck.

You gasped, your nails digging into his forearm as your body shuddered from his words. A subtle sneer lathered your tender neck with hungry kisses and soft bites.

His lips trailed sensuously along your neck, planting soft, teasing kisses against your earlobe. “I know you like this,” he grunted, his hips driving into you with hard, measured thrusts that left you gasping with desperate approval. The needy whines that escaped your lips were all the affirmation he needed. His tongue traced the contours of your ear, soft nips and low growls that sent shivers down your spine.

"Oh fuck, Ominis..." you pleaded, gasping for air as he relentlessly pounded into you.

“You’re so tight…” he snarled, his voice thick with desire, peppering your ear and neck with a trail of hungry kisses and licks. His pace slowed into long, tantalizing strides, all the while bearing knowing smile.

"Ominis, please..." you whimpered softly, your nails digging further into his skin.

"Please, what?" His voice shuddered, sinking his teeth into your neck as he maintained his steady pace.

"Oh, fuck… please—"

He hummed against your skin, seemingly oblivious to your intent, relishing in the sweet desperation of your trembling voice.

"Please… fuck me harder," you exasperated, writhing beneath him.

He gripped your hip in place, preventing your movements as he continued with his slow, ruthless strides.

"What’s my name," he demanded, his voice a heated whisper against your ear.

You panted heavily, your thighs trembling at his hips, your voice a sultry plea, “Fuck me harder, Ominis…” Before you could finish the rest of his name, he slammed his hips into you with a hungry growl against your ear. You bucked your hips with an arch of your back, eliciting a yelp that echoed within the halls of the castle.

“Good girl,” he whispered, sending an intoxicating blaze of fire coursing through your body. With every forceful thrust, a torrent of pleasure surged within you, an unrelenting tempest that threatened to consume your very being. A knot of insatiable desire coiled deep within your midriff, pulling tighter with each invasion of his hips.

Sweat glistened across your entwined bodies, his movements a fevered dance of untamed lust and longing. Your nails etched fiery trails along Ominis’ back, branding him with your passion. The pain that etched along his back soon became pleasure as he lost full control of himself. The classroom echoed with a crescendo of fervent gasps and uninhibited moans.

As he surrendered to his primal desires, his voice became a sultry serenade, a soft trail of parseltongue with unbridled lust slipping from his lips like a seductive spell. He teetered on the precipice of release, the moment of climax drawing tantalizingly near with each scorching thrust.

His head hangs low, driven by an insatiable need as he plunges deep into you, his hips etching a delicious soreness into your supple flesh. Your thighs trembled against his hips, helpless to resist the throbbing sensation as he fills your needy little cunt to the brim, spewing threads of his warm, sticky desire that claimed you as his.

Exasperated curses punctuated the air, escaping your lips as your body contracts beneath his rigid thrusts. Your back arches with a deep curve, your hips locked in a drunken lust as he fills you to the rim. Ominis hovers above you, his chest heaving as he struggles to catch his breath, his thoughts lost in the intoxicating haze of euphoria.

A heated warmth seeps from your defiled cunt, dribbling sensuously against the smooth wooden desk beneath you. Ominis, with a heavy and contented sigh, begins to slowly withdraw, his cock sliding out with a wet, suctioning noise that lingers in the air.

You gaze at him through half-lidded lashes, your face carrying the unmistakable weight of exhaustion, each breath labored with fire. Ominis' well-satisfied cock twitches, strings of cum dripping from his tip.

With an almost inconceivable smirk, Ominis runs his fingers through his tousled hair, his freckled cheeks flushed from exertion. “You’re mine, you know that?” He said softly, delicate beads of sweat tracing along the contours of his midriff, a captivating sight only for you to see.

You nodded obediently, with a soft, weary sigh, “I’m yours.”

He left you utterly spent, your body feeling heavy against the wooden desk. Your legs remained parted, trembling from the aftermath, as you struggled to catch your breath, your mind remained shrouded in a tantalizing fog of lingering lust.

“Ominis…” your voice wavered, still carrying the heat of the fervent moment.

A mischievous chuckle escaped his lips as he gazed at you with desire-fueled hunger. “Round two?” His suggestion hung in the air, a tempting invitation to plunge back into the depths of pleasure once more.

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| Fluff • 🍰 | Smut • 🍒 |

Ominis Gaunt

• The Blind Dance • 🍰 🍒

A mysterious letter from Sebastian leads you to The Undercroft at night. However, upon arrival, it’s not Sebastian you find, but Ominis. To your surprise, you find yourself caught in an escalated dance that trembles you to your core. As the night descends into a heated mess, you finally experience a long yearning you’ve always desired.

• Jealousy Is a Terrible Thing • 🍒

Ominis’ jealousy flares up when Sebastian returns to the common room well past midnight, carrying your scent. The accumulation of lies and excuses reaches its breaking point, leading to a heated confrontation between you two.

Sebastian Sallow

• The River, The Bucket, and The Crumpet • 🍰 🍒

Amidst a remote mountain range, you lost Sebastian during a pursuit of poachers, finding yourself cornered and injured. After falling unconscious, you discovered yourself safely ensconced within a tent. Days pass as Sebastian tends to your wounds, his tender and loving side reemerging after a prolonged absence. Stranded together in the wilderness, the isolation fostered an intimate connection, making it increasingly difficult for your growing feelings to be held at bay any longer.

The Slithering Trio

• A Dirty Birthday • 🍒

Sebastian talks Ominis into sneaking in your dormitory at the break of dawn on your birthday. After waking you from little to no sleep, Sebastian proposed a game. The game was simple: You will be blindfolded, testing the limits of your friendship. Guess which one of them is which. If you guess right, the two of them will buy out everything The Three Broomsticks has to offer. If you guess wrong, they get the privilege to do whatever they please with you.

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• The River, The Bucket, and The Crumpet •

Sebastian Sallow x MC (Fluff & Smut)

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Summary: Amidst a remote mountain range, you lost Sebastian during a pursuit of poachers, finding yourself cornered and injured. After falling unconscious, you discovered yourself safely ensconced within a tent. Days pass as Sebastian tends to your wounds, his tender and loving side reemerging after a prolonged absence. Stranded together in the wilderness, the isolation fostered an intimate connection, making it increasingly difficult for your growing feelings to be held at bay any longer.

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You pant heavily, the sound of underbrush slashing against your flesh as you gasp for air. You're racing through an uncharted forest, branches smacking and whipping against your skin. Spells crack through the air, smacking into towering trees beside you. You swing back, swishing your wand like a blade. "Diffindo," you exclaim, the slashing spell resembling an electric claw that tears through the forest behind you. You continue running, refusing to stop. A ringing sound approaches, and you deftly parry towards the side, the spell slicing through a branch, falling before you, cutting into your skin and drawing blood as you hopped over.

Finding your feet once again on the other side, beads of sweat cling to your welted skin. Your heart pounds in your ears as multiple spells slash in your direction. You come to a sudden halt, pivoting direction and sprinting with all your might. You're lost and alone. All you can think about is escaping and finding Sebastian. Suddenly, you come to a cliffs edge, rocks crumbling downward as you take several steps back, attempting to catch your breath. All you can see is a dark abyss with a glimmer of moonlight in the raging river far below. You clutch your wand tightly as rustling sounds emerge from the wilderness behind you. You whirl around as the approaching footsteps grow closer; a lightning bolt hurtling towards you.

"Protego!" You shout, the spell deflecting back with force.

"I found her!" You hear a voice cry out.

"Over here!" Another one calls.

Dark shadows swarm out from the wilderness, trapping you on the mountains edge. You stammer, taking a step back, the heel of your foot hovering off the edge of the cliff. Several spells come at you simultaneously as you struggle to swish them away.

"Confringo!" You gasp as a powerful flame sparks from the tip of your wand, shooting towards the group of poachers.

"Crucio," a dark voice beside you sends a scarlet flash of electricity in your direction.

Crimson bolts of lightning strike, swirling and gashing at your form, forcing you to collapse to your knees on the rocky terrain. A cry of pain escapes your lips as the bolts slash at your body, gradually dissipating as your strength fades with it.

You clasp your arm around your ribs, trembling with fear and exhaustion, tears brimming within your eyes. The poachers relentlessly draw nearer with every passing second, leaving you with a sinking feeling of hopelessness. Several white flashes strike you, cutting into your flesh, tearing into your arm sleeve, thigh, and your waist. You gasp in agony, your fingers instinctively clutch around your arm as the warmth of your blood trickles downward.

"Incendio…" You shudder, growing desperate as flames encircle around you like a barrier.

"Depulso!" A wave swings into you, flinging you off the mountains edge. Everything seems to slow down as their shadowy figures around the mountains edge grow smaller, and smaller, eventually fading into darkness. You're suddenly consumed by the piercing pain of icy cold waters swallowing you whole.

"One down, one more to go. Find the other," A husky, sinister voice commands as the group slowly retreats from the cliffs edge, beginning their search.

—

A searing sensation sliced across your cheek, momentarily receding before striking once more, veiled in a shrouding clasp.

“Hey, stay with me…” The familiar voice wavered with desperation.

A faint, disorienting ringing echoed within your ears as Sebastian’s voice drifted in and out of your consciousness. Slowly, your lids fluttered open, granting you fleeting glimpses of your blurred surroundings. The black icy waters rushing against your body, causing a numbness. Above, the moon threading through the leaves of the forest, casting a silver light. Your shredded shirt clinging to your body, blood cascading down your limp arms. Hands squeezing you in a tight hold.

"Wake up… Wake up… Please, please wake up… I can't lose you like this." Sebastian’s voice quivered, his grip around you tightening as he cradles you in the piercing cold waters. The blurred contours of Sebastian’s face fades in and out as darkness finally engulfs you whole.

—

The tender touch of sunlight bathed you in its warm embrace. In the distance, the sweet melodies of chirping songbirds filled the air. With a gradual flicker of your lids, you peered through your lashes, your surroundings slowly coming into focus.

As your eyes roamed over your setting, you realized you were inside a rather spacious tent. Large tapestries draped dramatically toward the center peak, their splendor upheld by a tall wooden pillar in the center. The interior boasted with a selection of wooden furniture. Subtle spells diligently tending to various tasks, heating cauldrons, reorganizing books on shelves, and fanning the flames of a nearby fire pit.

You winced slightly as you made an effort to sit up, your hand instinctively moving towards the pain that resonated within your ribs. Your eyes found Sebastian, sitting in a wooden chair beside your cot, his arms crossed and slouched over, fast asleep. You didn’t know how long he’s been watching over you, but his wand still remained tightly clutched within his grasp.

The rustling in your bed stirred Sebastian awake. He flinched, instantly poised within the chair, his weary eyes locking onto you with deep concern. Without hesitation, he abandoned the chair, sinking to his knees beside your cot. His hands enveloped yours, the worry in his eyes unmistakable.

"Easy, easy now. There's no need to get up, you're safe," Sebastian's voice swayed with a gentle, doting tone, his thumb tracing comforting circles along your hand.

"What... happened?" You faltered, settling back into bed.

Sebastian hesitated, his eyes dropping to your hand in his, guilt washing over his face as his words seemed to elude him.

"The poachers..." he began, his words heavy. "They cornered you… hurt you. I found you in the river— I… I saw red," his voice pained, pulling your hand gently to his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut as if to erase the memories.

"There was so much blood…" His voice wavered. “I’m so… so sorry. I should’ve been there, I should’ve been quicker. I’m so…”

You cut him off, shushing him quietly as you tightened your grip around his hand, tears welling within your eyes.

"Sebastian, this isn't your fault," you reassured him.

His gaze finally met yours, filled with anguish. "Yes, it is…”

A deep heaviness filled your chest seeing him this way. "It's not," you countered softly, keeping your eyes on his.

"If I was there, I could've saved you. I could've killed every last one of those damn poachers. I could've brought you back to the castle. You would've been fine… you… you would’ve been fine," Sebastian pauses for a moment, taking in a deep breath in attempt to calm his nerves.

"Now I... I don't even know where we are. I don't know how far away the castle is, I don't have any healing potions— I don't even know of any spells that could help you..." His voice cracked, his hold around your hand tightening.

You summoned forth every ounce of strength to sit up, enveloping Sebastian in your arms. You pressed his face into your chest, holding him tightly.

"Shhh..." you whispered softly, your fingers brushing through his hair in a soothing caress.

"It's okay, I'm okay… I'm right here with you," your words carried a gentle reassurance as you nuzzled your cheek in his hair.

He encircled his arms loosely around your waist, his hands softly caressing the small of your back. The embrace lingered, time seeming to stand still as you both found solace in each other's arms. Sebastian's warmth enveloped you, leading you to shut your eyes with a deep draw of breath. Eventually, you pulled away gently, your hand cupping his cheek as you locked eyes with his.

"I'm not going anywhere," you assured him, a pained smile gracing your lips.

Sebastian’s lashes faltered as he regained his composure, inhaling deeply. His hands found purchase around your thighs, just over the disheveled blanket he had draped around you.

"After I found you, I did everything I could to keep you safe," his voice tinged with somber.

"I carried you here, down by the stream. I remembered I had this tent with me… after conjuring it, I used a protection charm around the perimeters to ensure the poachers couldn’t find us. I stood watch, checking in on you every so often— I was afraid… I was so afraid I wouldn't see you wake again." His brows furrowed as he leaned back, the whirlwind of emotions still strangling him.

"Thank you, Sebastian," you expressed in a soft, heartfelt tone. "I'm awake now because of you… thank you.”

His eyes finally met yours, and a profound sense of relief washed over him, bringing him back from his darkness.

"How are you feeling now?" Sebastian asked softly, tracing intricate patterns over your thighs.

"Still sore, but I'll manage," you replied with a curl of your lips.

"Here, let me get you a drink," Sebastian offered, rising from his knees as he walked toward the corner of the tent where a prepared tea awaited. A spell had kept it warm, a flicker of a flame danced beneath it. With a graceful swish of his wand, he guided the drink over towards a small plate, where it landed with a soft clank. Carrying it carefully, he returned to his seat and extended the beverage outward.

You wrapped your fingers around the handle, your other hand steadying the dish from below. Steam rolled from the surface as you lifted it towards your lips.

"Thank you," you said, your voice soft and appreciative, blowing gently to cool the hot liquid before taking a sip.

You could feel Sebastian's eyes on you, his gaze holding a soft, curious look. Your eyes met his as you spoke gently, trying to ease his concerns.

"Sebastian, it's okay. You don't need to worry about me anymore. You should worry about yourself; you look as if you haven't slept in days..."

He was quiet.

"You... you haven't slept much at all, have you?" Worry colored your eyes as you observed him closely.

"I slept enough," he replied hastily, the words sounding more like a defense than a simple statement.

"Sebastian..." you muttered in discontent. "Come, lay with me." You made room for him on the cot, patting the mattress invitingly.

He appeared hesitant, taking a moment before he poised himself from his chair and took a step closer towards the cot.

"Are you sure?" Sebastian asked quietly.

"Yes, of course. It's alright now, you need your rest too," you doted, circling your hand beside you on the mattress.

With a heavy sigh, he sat down beside you, leaning his chest over his knees as he unlaced his boots slowly. You placed the tea down on a drawer beside the cot as your hand found its way to his back, your fingers tracing soothing patterns over his shirt. You rested your chin on his shoulder, gradually molding your body against his back. You closed your eyes as you took in a few deep breaths, finally feeling at peace. You hooked your arms around his midsection, encircling your fingers around your own wrist as you embrace Sebastian in a warm hold. He placed his hand over yours, his touch a gentle caress against your skin.

"I don't want you to ever let go," he whispered softly, his thumb trembling against your hand. You opened your eyes, gazing at the contours of his visage through your lashes, his faint scent enveloping your senses from his collar.

“I won’t,” you said with a subtle exhale.

He shifted to face you, wrapping his arm around you as he pulls you against his frame. He guides you back into the cot with utmost care, mindful of your healing wounds. Your head rested against his chest, listening to the reassuring rhythm of his heartbeat. His hand moved in comforting motions up and down your arm, his gaze fixed at the peak of the tent, seemingly lost in thought.

With your arm draped over his midriff, you begin tapping the pad of your finger against his hip at the rhythm of his heartbeat. You lifted your chin against his chest to meet his eyes, your gaze painted with curiosity.

"What's troubling you?" You whispered, slowly growing sleepy.

He looked as if he snapped out of it for a second, lowering his chin to meet your gaze. His dark eyes looked almost peaceful, his lips curled into a gentle smile— a smile you hadn’t seen in such a long time.

“It's nothing," Sebastian said softly as his hand moved to your hair, his fingers combing through it tenderly.

You nestled your cheek into his chest once more, closing your eyes with a deep sigh of relief, allowing the soothing presence of his touch to lull you into a peaceful slumber.

—

You stirred awake from your sleep in the middle of the night, greeted by the same warmth that enveloped you. The tent glowed intricately with the flickering light of candle flames, and the quiet sounds of frogs and crickets providing a welcomed serenade. Fireflies danced at the entrance of the tent, casting their magical glow.

You rubbed your eyes sleepily, listening to Sebastian’s gentle breathing that filled the air. With a subtle lift of your head from his chest, Sebastian still remained holding you close as he slept soundly. Your heart swelled with affection as you gazed at him. He looked so happy, his worries and thoughts seemingly vanquished. You couldn't help but watch him, captivated by the peaceful expression on his face.

Your hand reached out, fingertips trailing softly along the contours of his cheek, slowly moving down toward his neck. Your thumb brushed over a freckle of his, your eyes following the faint path of your own touch. Your eyes lingered along his warm flesh before returning your gaze toward his sleepy lashes.

You gently clasp your hand against his jaw, just below his ear as your thumb brushes back and forth across his freckled cheek. His hold around your waist tightened ever so slightly as he shifted in his sleep.

"Sebastian…" you whispered, your voice filled with a blend of sadness and love, brimming with emotion as your eyes remained on him.

Your gaze slowly drifted down toward his lips, the candlelight casting a golden glow upon them. With the gentlest touch, you grazed your thumb over the curve of his lower lip, drawing yourself closer. Your warm breath brushed lightly against his lips, lingering just before you stopped yourself. Your eyes remained fixed on him, your mind whirling with possibilities. Finally, you buried your face into the crook of his neck, your body curling protectively against his as your eyes fluttered shut. You spoke softly beneath your breath, careful not to wake him.

"I want to see you happy," you confessed, your voice filled with sincerity.

"I don't want you to worry yourself to death because of me… I want to see that gentle smile of yours again. I haven’t seen it in such a long time..." Your nose nuzzled against the warmth of his neck.

"I want this moment to last forever… Just you and me." A shaky sigh escaped your lips as tears pricked within your eyes. "I want you to know..." You paused for a brief moment, your voice wavering as a warm tear slipped down your cheek, splashing against his neck.

"I want you to know that I love you," you uttered softly, your fingers curling into his shirt.

Sebastian's thumb drew a soothing pattern against your hip, prompting you to lift your head to meet his visage. With his gentle touch, you were almost certain he was well aware of your words. However, he remained sound asleep. Unable to resist the pull of your emotions, you pressed a soft, lingering peck against his jaw, your nose nuzzling against the warmth of his cheek. You slowly released your grip from around his shirt as you whispered against the shell of his ear, "Stay with me…” You lay your head against his chest as weariness takes hold of you once again.

—

"Mmm?" You mumbled, the remnants of sleep clinging to your voice.

It was morning. The warmth that had embraced you throughout the night had dissipated, Sebastian was nowhere to be found. You groaned softly as you poised yourself in bed, swinging your feet over the edge of the cot as the cold floors send a shiver up your spine.

You reached for your sore ribs, a wince contorting your face. You slowly rolled your blouse up by the hem, your eyes falling upon the heavy amount of welts, bruises, and cuts that marred your flesh. Some of them had been bandaged. A flush of embarrassment colored your cheeks.

“Did he… bandage me?” You questioned yourself quietly, realizing Sebastian had seen bits and pieces of your body. You swallowed hard, pushing your thoughts aside as you dressed yourself carefully. Your eyes fell upon a meticulous note on the drawer beside your cot. You picked it up and unfolded it.

"Stay in bed. I prepared you something by the fire. If you need anything… call my name. I’m not far."

— Sebastian

You gently sat the letter back down in its place as made your way toward the warm fire pit where you found a comforting tea and crumpets. With a grin, you indulged in a few small bites and sips, savoring the sweet tastes he had prepared for you. You left them neatly in the same spot you'd discovered them and walked towards the opening of the tent.

As you pushed aside the fabric, the sudden flood of sunlight nearly blinded you. You squinted and shielded your eyes with your hand, gradually adjusting to the brightness. You looked around your surroundings. The land was somewhat familiar to you, yet not one you’ve treaded. You found yourself on the outskirts of a dense forest, situated high within the mountains. It was empty, nothing but towering trees, occasional beasts, and the gentle murmur of a nearby stream carried through the wind. There was no sign of anyone.

You drew in a deep breath of the mountain air as you explored the area around the tent, committing your surroundings to memory. However, you couldn't spot Sebastian anywhere. A heavy pit dwelled within your midriff. With caution, you slowly reached for your holster, only now realizing your wand was missing. You hadn’t seen it for several days since that night at the cliff. With deliberate steps, you made your way toward the sound of flowing waters.

As you approached the stream, you discovered Sebastian crouched by the bank, diligently filling a wooden bucket full. The faint sound of a twig cracking beneath your foot caught his attention. Startled, he dropped the bucket and swiftly spun around, leveling his wand in your direction. He sheathed his wand and strode towards you with a visible sense of relief.

"What are you doing?" Sebastian’s hands found purchase around your arms, his eyes scanning you over thoroughly, ensuring you weren’t hurt. ��Why are you out here?" he inquired, his brows knitting with concern.

"I'm alright," you replied with a warm smile, collecting his hands in yours. "I'm feeling much better today, thanks to you."

"I told you to stay put," Sebastian sighed, shaking his head. "You never listen to me, do you?"

You couldn't help but chuckle and shake your head. "I never do."

Sebastian crossed his arms and tilted his head toward the side, his gaze a doting and serious one.

"What were you doing out here?" You asked, your eyes flicking toward the wooden bucket halted by a stone within the streams current.

Sebastian's eyes followed yours. "I was fetching you water," he replied, pausing briefly before continuing. "I was planning to remove your bandages and clean them."

Your cheeks flushed once more as the memory hones in, your fingers instinctively brushed over your blouse where he had bandaged you nights before.

Sebastian turned his head, his gaze locking onto yours once more. He deliberately took a step closer, gently pressing the backside of his hand against your forehead and cheeks.

"Are you running a fever?" A worried expression washed over his face.

"Oh— no… No, no, no. I'm fine," you reassured him hastily, shying away as you curl your fingers around his wrist, guiding his hand from your cheek. A tender smile played on your lips. "It's just warm out."

He hummed, not entirely convinced by your response but willing to let it go for now.

You could feel Sebastian's eyes beaming down on you, drawing you nervous. His lips curled into a knowing smile. With a swish of his wand, he levitated the wooden bucket from the stream, allowing it to slowly float in his direction.

"Maybe we can use this for cooking, instead," you suggested, pivoting back towards the tent as Sebastian followed closely behind.

"Some of it," he replied firmly.

"Alright, alright," you conceded, making your way back. You could practically hear his self-satisfied smirk in the silence behind you, content that you’re finally listening to him.

"This doesn't mean I'll start obeying your every order," you grumbled slightly in defeat as you eventually reach the tent.

You took a step inside with Sebastian following suit. With a subtle swish of his wand, the spell dissipated, enabling the bucket to settle beside an empty cauldron.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through you. You winced, your knees catching you in your descent as you grabbed your ribs. Sebastian rushed towards you, his face filled with concern as he helped hoist you back up.

"What's wrong?" He asked, his eyes darting all over you.

"It's just… my ribs. Nothing to be concerned about," your voice wavers under the pain.

"Here," he said hurriedly, guiding you towards the bed. You slowly lowered yourself onto the cot, his hand firmly holding yours as a source of support. He kneeled down in front of you, his eyes locked onto yours as he held your hand tenderly in his.

"Let me see," he said, deftly curling his fingers beneath the hem of your blouse.

Sebastian’s actions were quick, catching you by surprise. You immediately clasped your hands over his, halting his motion as just a few inches of your skin were left exposed.

Your cheeks burned like the sun, stammering, "It— it's okay, Sebastian. Really…"

He gave you an unwavering determined yet gentle look.

"Let me help you," he urged softly.

"But—" you mumbled, your heart racing.

"It's not like I haven't seen it before," he reminded you, his voice carrying a reassuring tone as he started to lift your blouse. A rush of fresh air washed over your skin, causing goosebumps to ripple across the horizon of your flesh. You shuddered and closed your eyes, bracing for a reaction that never happened.

It was… quiet.

You slowly peeked through your lashes, observing him closely as you held your breath. His eyes carefully analyzing the wounds along your midriff with an almost lingering glance. You felt exposed and vulnerable, but safe. Finally, you allowed yourself to breathe, your hands falling to your sides in surrender as your cheeks still flushed with embarrassment.

Sebastian held your shirt up with one hand while he retrieved new bandages and liniments from a nearby drawer.

"Lay back for me," he said softly, his eyes locking onto yours.

You hesitantly leaned back, lowering yourself onto the mattress. Your fingers clasped tightly around your blouse for him, keeping it elevated. His eyes traced the contours of your body, and for a brief moment, you caught him stammering. It piqued your interest.

"What was that?" You asked with a sly curl of your lips.

"What was what?" Sebastian replied, reaching for one of your bandages as he carefully started to peel it off.

"That look you had," you pressed, keeping your gaze on him.

He paused for a moment, thinking. His eyes briefly met yours, venturing back towards your wound before he continued.

"I don't know what you mean," his tone carefully neutral as he cleans your wound.

A tinge of pain etched along the cut, prompting you to wince quietly, tightening your fingers around your disheveled blouse.

“There, there…” he hummed. “It’s alright, I’m almost done.” His tone soft and loving.

“Mmph…” You mumbled softly with a muted protest, allowing yourself to relax as your arm gently falls to your side. Your gaze drifted upwards, your eyes tracing the intricate tapestry above you.

"That's it," he reassured you, applying the liniment with utmost care.

Your eyes gradually returned to him, lingering with a tender smile playing along your lips. "You're so gentle with me.”

Sebastian swallowed, his gaze faltering to meet yours. He takes out a new bandage and gently presses it over your skin, smoothing out its edges to ensure it sticks properly.

Your hand reached out to meet his just as he was about to pull away. Your fingers wrapped around his wrist, anchoring him in place. Silence enveloped you both as your eyes peered into his.

"Can you… clean the rest for me?" You mumbled, your words barely audible.

Sebastian’s lips curled into a sweet smile, nodding his head as his fingers curled around yours in a tender embrace. "Of course, darling. Anything for you."

Your grin grew wider, letting out a quiet chuckle. "Darling now, am I?" you teased, catching him off guard. "I haven't heard you say that one in a while."

"Jest if you will," he sneered, gradually pulling his hand from your grasp as he retrieved more bandages from the drawer.

Your eyes followed him as he retrieved what seemed to be a whole Hospital’s worth of supplies. He then shifted his attention toward you, hesitating for a brief moment before speaking. "You… will need to remove your blouse.”

You jolted, his words prompting you to swiftly prop yourself up on your forearms. "Wh— what?"

"So I can properly clean the rest of your wounds," he clarified.

You paused, the implications of his words sinking in, causing your cheeks to redden with embarrassment. "I—” you mumbled, momentarily taken aback as your thoughts begin racing.

"They're in places I can't reach without it," Sebastian said softly, his gaze locked onto yours, a subtle furrow creasing his brows with a concerned look.

You swallowed hard, lashes fluttering nervously. "Alright..." you murmured quietly, sitting up completely as your fingers slide beneath your disheveled blouse. "But... before I do, just know I'm not wearing anything underneath."

With measured movements, you slowly begin peeling your shirt upwards. Your arm weaved through the sleeve, concealing your bare breasts before the fabric eventually slips off, setting it aside. Your eyes remained averted, unable to meet his as your gaze floated just an inch away from his silhouette.

He paused, his eyes roaming over every inch of your body. The welts, the bruises, the slashes, and the bare-untouched expanse of your skin. His breath hitched, his gaze seemingly glued to you, unable to look away.

As the silence grew, you couldn't help but meet his gaze, cheeks undoubtedly flushed. "What's... wrong?" you asked, your arm tightening over your breasts with nervousness.

"Nothing," Sebastian replied, his voice slightly shaky, as if he was at a loss for words. "Absolutely... nothing."

With a visible effort to regain his composure, he poised himself from his kneeled position and settled down beside you. Your eyes followed his every move as if you were caught in a trance.

"Turn around," he whispered lightly, his fingertips gently grazing along your arm.

You hesitantly complied, slowly shifting your back towards him and rolled yourself onto your midriff, resting your chin on your folded arms.

Sebastian gently brushed your hair aside, allowing it to fall away from the areas he needed to tend to. His touch sent a shiver down your spine, causing you to tense.

"Easy now," he reassured, his hand resting against your shoulder blade as he slowly glides his fingertips along the clear skin of your back, just between the cuts. His nails grazing gently along the curvature of your back as you gradually relaxed your muscles, allowing yourself to lie more comfortably.

"There we go," Sebastian’s voice remained soft and soothing.

You heard a subtle rustling behind you as he retrieved a cleansing cloth from a packet and gently pressed it into a small cut along your waist. You clenched your eyes shut, bracing yourself for the sharp pain as your back arched.

Sebastian dabs the cloth against your cut, carefully wiping away the dried blood that still remained. His other hand softly gripped your hip, his thumb brushing against your skin in soothing circles to calm your nerves.

"I know it stings a bit, but you'll be better soon," he whispered beneath his breath.

Your eyes opened, your gaze falling upon a mirror that you hadn't noticed before. You watched him as he meticulously cleaned the scrapes and bruises that adorned your back.

Your lips curve into a gentle smile. “Sebastian…”

“Hmm?” He hummed, his focus on your wounds as he begins to apply the liniment over them with a tender touch.

“When we’re out here… it’s like you’re a totally different person.” You said quietly, your eyes tracing his reflection in the mirror.

“What’s different about me?” Sebastian asked with a calm tone.

“You’re… loving.” You uttered, biting down on your bottom lip, afraid of what he might think.

A soft sneer escapes his lips as he grabs for a bandage. “Loving?” He repeated.

“Mhm, you’re loving.” A familiar warmth washed over your cheeks while you buried your face in your forearms.

"You haven't seen loving," he softly intoned as he meticulously finished bandaging you up. "This," he continued quietly, "This is loving..."

Sebastian’s warm breath caressed your shoulder as his lips tenderly brushed against your skin, coaxing a soft gasp to escape your lips. With your head lifted, you met his gaze, his lips curled into that sweet, affectionate smile that always melted your heart. He planted a gentle kiss against your cheek before embarking on a slow, deliberate journey along the expanse of your back.

Between each and every welt and cut that adorned your flesh, Sebastian left a trail of lingering kisses, each one feeling as if he was trying to atone for the marks that marred your skin. His gentle hand glided from your hip, tracing an intricate path along your waist, causing your heart to quicken. Your cheeks burning like a flame. Just as he reached the small of your back, you felt his lips dissipate from your skin. He poised himself once more, leaning on his hand, his head tilted against his shoulder.

You fluttered your eyelashes and pushed yourself up from your lying position, turning towards him with your arm loosely draped over your breasts. Your eyes locked onto his, his fingers lightly tracing the contours of your arm.

"That's not loving," you said softly, your breath catching as you leaned closer.

You angled your head towards the side, slowly shutting your eyes as he followed suit. Your lips met together in a warm embrace. His thumb gently caressing the back of your arm as his alternate hand found purchase against your cheek, deepening the kiss.

Your arm slowly dropped from around your breasts, allowing them to be fully exposed as your fingers clasped around his collar, gripping into it tightly. You pulled your lips away to catch your breath, only for him to tilt his head towards the side and press his lips firmly into yours once again. A subtle hum reverberated against his lips.

Sebastian parted his lips, capturing your bottom lip between his, the wetness of his inner lips clasping around yours. Your breath hitched as his hand moved from your arm to your waist, holding it with a gentle and loving touch. He grazed his teeth against your lower lip, biting into it tenderly before pulling away.

"Sebastian..." you whispered breathlessly, your grip still tight around his collar.

"My sweet girl," he hushed, pressing a gentle kiss against the corner of your lips, brushing against your cheek and jaw, slowly making his way down your neck. You lifted your chin to the side, granting him access. His lips enveloped the skin of your neck, leaving a trail of warm kisses down its expanse. You shut your eyes, your hand finally relinquishing its grasp from around his collar as your fingertips trailed downward, snagging at the buttons of his shirt.

He separated his lips against your skin, leaving soft, wet bites. Your fingers deftly begin unbuttoning his shirt, his fingers treading more audaciously along your frame with each button dissipating.

Sebastian's hand molded around the supple flesh of your breast, softly squeezing and kneading at it. A hushed moan escaped your lips as you entangled your free hand within the locks of his hair. He began sucking on your skin, leaving trails of saliva across your neck and soft little markings of his. Each kiss of his left you shuddering, wanting for more.

Finally, you pushed the last button of his shirt through its slit, brushing his open attire over his shoulder, your eyes falling upon his few bruises that marked his body. You paused for a moment, realizing that you weren’t the only one hurt. Your fingers trailed along his chest, tracing the freckles that adorned his skin, avoiding his welts diligently with soft eyes.

Sebastian's thumb glided gently over your pink flesh, coaxing a quiet hum from your lips. His kisses traced a path down to your collarbone as he pulls his arm through his sleeve, freeing himself from its grasp. His hand clasps around your hip once more, guiding you onto your back.

"Sebastian…" you whispered softly, your fingers tenderly caressing through his hair.

His dark eyes locked onto yours, drawing closer toward your lips. As his lips pressed to yours, you felt a tantalizing stiffness against your thigh, a sign of his desire. He removed the remainder of his disheveled shirt, positioning himself between your thighs all while keeping his lips pressed firmly to yours.

Your knee hiked up as his hand traced the contour of your thigh, your skirt hitching along his fingertips. A subtle sigh of pleasure escaped his lips against yours as he pressed his hips into you, prompting a joined moan.

You arched your back, your lips parting to allow him entry. His warm tongue slipped past, his taste left you yearning for more. Your hand ventured down, tracing an intricate path along the curve of his back until your hand gently grasped around his hip.

Sebastian pressed his hips into you once more but with force, a desperate moan forming between the wet kisses, desire pooling between your thighs. He took your bottom lip between his teeth, playfully nibbling and tugging at it. His tongue danced sensually with yours as his fingers curled around your breast, gently squeezing your sensitive bud between his index and middle finger. You bucked your hips in response, tilting your head back with a growing moan. His lips journeyed down your chin, dragging a slow path along the curve of your neck. Planting heated kisses across your chest, eventually finding your nipple with his lips.

You glance down at him with desire and affection as his lips engulfed your pink flesh, your breath hitching at the burning sensation. His grip on your hip tightened as he pressed into you once more, a husky groan escaping his lips around your wet nipple as he explored your body. The feeling of his arousal being pressed into you drew you breathless. A faint dampness forming against his trousers the more he grinds into you.

His wet lips traveled lower, leaving lingering kisses between the bandages that adorned your supple flesh. Your fingers remained entangled in Sebastian’s hair as he ventured past your navel, his tongue gliding a wide path just below. His fingers found the side button securing your skirt, deftly pushing the button through its opening, freeing you of its hold. You obediently lifted your hips as he shimmied the skirt down your thighs, his lips trailing the only strings of fabric left, now adorning your hips. His kisses were tender and affectionate, his hands holding your thighs in a soft embrace.

You lifted yourself onto your elbow, running your fingers through his hair with soft eyes and a gentle smile. It was everything you had hoped for. Sebastian slowly moved his hands along your thighs until they met the strings that curved around your hips. He curled his fingertips under the straps of your knickers and slowly slid them down without haste, admiring every inch of you he hadn't seen before.

He lifted his head to meet your gaze from between your thighs, his eyes filled with eagerness.

“You’re beautiful,” he said softly, pressing a gentle kiss against your heated flesh.

You gasped quietly, your cheeks burning as he planted a subtle kiss on the inner corner of your thigh. You tilted your head back, still propped up in the cot, humming with pleasure.

Despite being bruised and cut all over, he still found every inch of your being a beautiful, delicate canvas. One that he could love and devote himself to. He plants another soft kiss against your alternate thigh, giving them both equal amounts of doting kisses and licks.

Sebastian cradled your thighs with a loving tenderness, letting them rest gently in his embrace. His hands caressed your hips with a delicate touch, his thumbs tracing soothing circles against your skin. His warm breath brushed softly against your slick folds as he gazed at you with affection from between your thighs. He appeared so sweet, so loving— despite the fact that he was just moments away from indulging himself in a delicious feast.

He cherished the way your hips buckled involuntarily, the eagerness in your trembling breaths, and the way your body shuddered under his teasing touch, craving even the slightest caress. A sly grin curved his lips as he descended upon your eager heat, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate path along your molten flesh, savoring the intoxicating sweetness of your essence.

You gasped as Sebastian’s warm tongue caressed you, a gentle ripple of pleasure coursing through your body. You faltered back onto the cot, the soft touch of his tongue snaking playfully over your folds, until he finally breached through. The sensation made your toes curl, biting into your lower lip to stifle your moans.

The light touch of your fingers gently combing through his hair, guiding him as his tongue caressed your clit with an unhurried tenderness. The subtle melodic sighs that escaped your lips, accompanied by enticing twitches against his tongue, only heightening his desire further. He could feel the blood pulsating within his arousal, aching to be touched.

The sweet mewling sounds coming from your lips was like music to his ears. The pads of his fingers pressed into your hips while his tongue continued its leisurely dance, coaxing your thighs to tremble. He enveloped your swollen bud between his lips, suckling in a slow, deliberate rhythm, reveling at the sight of you almost begging for more.

“Sebastian…” you moaned breathlessly, your fingers tightening around the locks of his hair.

The soft, wavering sound of your voice calling his name sent a pulsating throb within his trousers. He sighed softly with his lips wrapped around your bud, his tongue performing tight circles and soft flicks, prompting your hips to buckle into him. The restlessness you displayed beneath his tender touch only fueled his desire more. His hands left your hips, resting his forearm gently over your midriff, offering support to still your movements. His alternate hand slowly slithered up your waist, tracing a path along the curve of your breast before he clasps his fingers around it.

Sebastian was adamant about not using his hands; the only thing that would fill that needy little cunt of yours was that throbbing cock of his. He intended to ride out your orgasm with his mouth alone, and you appeared to be more than happy about it. His lips curved into a knowing smile as he easily catered to your desires, caressing every sensitive spot that sent you into a blissful frenzy, bringing you closer to the edge.

“Oh fuck…” you shuddered.

With each quiver and pulsation of your body, his embrace around you tightened, providing the stability he needed as he guided you to the precipice of ecstasy. His fingers traced soft patterns over your breast as he hummed, the sultry resonance of his voice against your wet cunt drove you over the edge. He had your body involuntarily tensing and writhing with need, yearning for a release.

Gasping with pleasure, your abdomen tightened beneath his tight restraint, anchoring you firmly in place as he continued to tease your sensitive little bud. Just as your voice quivered, he gradually slowed the movement of his tongue, barely grazing it against your throbbing clit, prolonging the sweet sensation and drawing out every second of your orgasm. The sensation of your delicate bud twitching between his tender lips sent an intense desire surging through him, eliciting a hungry growl against your cunt as he felt himself pulsate hard within his trousers. Warm, sticky pre-cum, coating the inner fabric of his briefs.

His eyes pierced through his lashes, leaving you in a state of exhaustion, your chest rising and falling as you endeavored to recover your breath. Flushed with satisfaction, you cast your gaze downward, your eyes wearily locking with his, a mischievous grin playing upon his wet lips. You lay there limply, beads of sweat contouring the bandages that adorn your flesh. His desire for you only intensified. He tenderly planted a kiss against your shaking thigh before slowly withdrawing from its embrace.

"How was that?" he hummed, pressing tender kisses along your inner thighs, nuzzling his nose against your skin.

You were lost for words, still catching your breath as you shakily hoisted yourself up, leaning back on your palms.

"Loving," you whispered with a soft grin.

"Loving, was it?" He sneered, poising himself as his fingers delicately traced along his belt. Your gaze naturally drifted downwards, falling upon the clear outline of his concealed arousal.

Your gaze darts back to his, a flicker of desire dancing within your eyes as your teeth dug into your lower lip. Your reaction brought a lecherous smile to his lips. He pulled the strap of his belt from the hook that held it in place, the quiet clinking of metals hitting each other as he unbuckled. Your eyes remained fixated on him, unable to look away.

"Sebastian..." you whispered softly, inching yourself towards the edge of the cot.

He lifted your chin to meet your gaze, holding you with tenderness. Lowering himself briefly, he pressed his lips to yours. You closed your eyes, your own flavor swirling across his lips as your fingers hooked into the pockets of his trousers. A faint suctioning sound seared the air as he pulled his lips from yours, stroking his thumb against your cheek, his breath gently caressing the curvature of your lips.

"I know," his voice soft and reassuring, his nose nudging against yours gently. You pressed your forehead against his, your eyes closed as he soothingly stroked your cheek. "I know," he whispered again.

With a gentle touch, he brushed your hair behind your ear as he poised himself once again, his hand clasping around yours that curled into his pockets. He allowed you to take your time as you slipped your fingers from the fabric, tracing the pads of your fingers along the buttons of his trousers, relinquishing them slowly. Lifting your chin, you met his gaze as you gradually pushed his trousers down his hips until they draped around his knees.

Sebastian’s fingers brushed through your hair, admiring that sweet look you’re giving him. Your fingers grazed along the contour of his arousal, his thin briefs barely concealing the outline. His teeth dig into his bottom lip in response to your soft touch, a subtle twitch emanated from beneath your palm.

Your fingertips curled under the waistband of his briefs, inching them down his sculpted thighs. As the fabric yielded, his cock sprang forth with a slight resistance, revealing its captivating features. It was crowned with a pink tip, adorned with several freckles that lined its length, and subtle veins tracing the contours of his shaft. To your surprise, it was bigger than you had imagined, almost taking your breath away from just the sight of it.

Sebastian traced his fingertips along your jaw, urging your lips to part. His lips curled softly as you held his gaze, his eyes bounding you in place as his thumb lightly caressed the curve of your bottom lip. Your cheeks flushed from the silence, your heart feeling like it was about to flutter right out of your chest.

Your hand slowly reached out and found its place along his hip, settling just below a small bruise adorning his freckled flesh. Your thumb traced a sharp path along the angle of his hip bones, relishing the way his muscles tensed beneath your touch. You swallowed hard, your resolve nearly faltering from what lies ahead.

He combed his fingers through your silken hair, clearing the strands clinging to your forehead. His hand gently rested atop your head as he smiled down sweetly at you.

"Lay back for me," Sebastian’s tone laced with softness.

You fluttered your eyelashes, absorbing his words for a moment, completely lost within the swirling questions of your own confinements. He didn’t even give you the chance to show him what loving really is.

“Wh— what?” You stammered, your eyes darting between his arousal and his gaze.

“You heard me,” he repeated carefully, taking a deliberate step forward.

Baffled, you still obeyed his order and slowly began crawling back onto the cot. Sebastian knelt on the bed, settling himself between your thighs once more. With his hands on either side of your figure, he gently lowered himself, ensuring his body didn't exert any pressure on your wounds. His hand cradled your face as he gazed lovingly into your eyes.

"My darling…" he whispered, savoring the moment.

You couldn't resist returning his gaze, your eyes tracing every contour of his face. You mirrored his tenderness by cupping his face in your hand as well, using your thumb to wipe away a bead of sweat from his temple. A soft smile played at the corner of your lips. It appeared as though he was waiting for the perfect moment.

Finally, he pressed his lips against yours, but this kiss was unlike any before. It had the power to suspend your heart beat, to steal your breath, to halt time itself. It was more than just loving. It was as if your two souls entwined together in harmony. His hand traveled along your body, ever so careful of the scattered bandages along your flesh. He wrapped his fingers around the base of his cock as he gently guided his throbbing tip between your wet folds. Your nails grazed softly along his ear, your head leaning into the lasting kiss.

Just then, he thrusts himself into you, a sudden gasp escapes your lips as he captures your lower lip between his teeth. His hand tightens its grip on the sheet, as he exhales heavily against your wet lips. His hips slowly retract as he pushes himself back into you, reaching as deep as he can until he meets the back of your inner walls. You furrow your eyebrows, suppressing a desperate wince as his cock penetrates every inch of your tight core.

His length filled you completely, almost as if it was made for you. Your core contracts around him, prompting a low growl to escape his lips. He places soft kisses along your jawline as he leisurely withdraws his hips from yours, before thrusting back into you with a controlled force.

You yelp, your nails digging into the skin of his neck. Sebastian curls his arm under your shoulder, his fingers resting over its curve. His hips glide in a slow, steady rhythm, his forehead pressed against your collarbone, his grasp around your shoulder unwavering. His breathing grows heavy and husky.

With a deep, measured thrust, his hips pressed flush against yours, drawing breathless moans from your lips. You nuzzle your cheek against his hair, your breath warming the shell of his ear as you both lose yourselves in the long waited desire.

He lifts his head, his eyes fixed on you as he witnesses your soft moans. His lips curl into a gentle smile, burying his face into the crook of your neck, lavishing it with kisses. His thrusts begin to quicken, eliciting the small of your back to arch.

“S— Sebastian…” you gasp, gritting your teeth together.

Your body tenses under his, your cunt tightening perfectly around his cock. He groans against your neck, peppering it with tender kisses and gentle bites. His breathing becomes shallow with each thrust.

“Look at me, darling,” he whispers against your neck, planting a lingering kiss as he lifts his head, locking his gaze with your eyes, his dark brown eyes capturing your soul.

You meet his gaze through your half-lidded lashes as his pace slows down. His hand slides down your thigh, gripping it softly, as he finds the perfect rhythm, pushing deep within you at a deliberate pace. His warm breath brushes against your lips, his gaze unwavering.

“I love you…” he whispered, his voice filled with heaviness. “I love you so much, it hurts…”

Tears welled within your eyes, hearing those words from him. Your hand trembled as it reached for his face, your thumb gently caressing his cheek as a warm tear slipped past, filling your ear. He nuzzled his nose against yours tenderly, his brows knitted together. He looked as if he’d been holding those words in for some time now… You felt a thick heaviness settle within your chest.

“I… I love you too, Sebastian… I love you more than you could ever know…” you whispered, your voice quivering with emotion as you pressed your lips against his.

He deepened the kiss, losing himself in the moment. His breath shudders against your lips as his hips move with a quicker pace. The sharpness of his hipbones plunging into you as he kept you steady with his arm.

Your heart pounded wildly, your fingers curling into his hair as he moved his hand from your thigh, snaking it along your waist and under your back. Both of his arms hooked below you, providing a loving anchor as he thrust into you harder.

He shudders against your lips, harmonizing with your breathless moans. Your nails graze across his back, almost digging into him. His lips trailed from yours, traveling down your jaw and neck, his husky murmurs tickling just below your ear. His thrusts became almost relentless, a sheen of sweat glistening across your bodies as they moved together. Your nails scratched across his back, eliciting a low growl of pleasure from him as little beads of blood formed at the surface.

You could feel yourself on the edge, your body pulsating in harmony with his. The way you tightened around him told him everything he needed to know. He softly sank his teeth into your neck, marking you with his loving kisses. With a wince, your fingers slid from his hair to the nape of his neck, gently pulling him closer.

He withdrew from your neck, his lips barely brushing against your ear as he gasped, almost snarling with desire, "Darling, I'm close..."

You shuddered, his husky voice sending shivers down your spine as your labored breaths fill his ear. You were on the brink too, savoring every moment as he slowed his pace, hitting all the perfect spots inside you. Your inner muscles clenched tightly around his cock, mewling as he captured your lips in another passionate kiss. Your moans and gasps turned into a mumbled mess, blending together in the fervent exchange of desire.

With a final, powerful thrust, you arched your hips as he filled your core with his warm, sticky release. You whimpered against his lips, your bodies trembling together in unison. As his pace gradually slowed into long, steady strides, his breathless lips parted from yours. His throbbing arousal remained nestled deep within you, as his forehead pressed gently against yours. Strands of his sweat-dampened hair clung to your forehead as you both struggled to catch your breath, basking within the burning air around you.

"Was… that loving?" he asked, his voice still shaking with a soft chuckle.

Despite your exhaustion, your lips still managed to curl into a sweet smile.

"Loving," you said softly, sealing your words with a breathy kiss.

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— A Few Drops of Venom —

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• A Dirty Birthday •

Sebastian Sallow & Ominis Gaunt x MC (Smut)

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Summary: Sebastian talks Ominis into sneaking in your dormitory at the break of dawn on your birthday. After waking you from little to no sleep, Sebastian proposed a game. The game was simple: You will be blindfolded, testing the limits of your friendship. Guess which one of them is which. If you guess right, the two of them will buy out everything The Three Broomsticks has to offer. If you guess wrong, they get the privilege to do whatever they please with you.

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On the morning of your birthday, having snatched just a few hours of sleep, you awoke to the distant murmur of voices, a soft blur that drew nearer like mist rolling in. Your tired eyes fluttered as you shifted in your bed, too drained to acknowledge the growing symphony. Suddenly, a sensation enveloped you—a swift tug, and the once-enshrouding blanket slipped away, leaving your skin exposed to a shiver-inducing rush of cold air. A soft "Mmm..." tumbled from your lips, a muted protest, as a pair of hands gently coaxed you out of bed.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Sebastian?” A familiar, soft, unsure voice resonated around you.

“Of course it is, Ominis. Why wouldn’t it be?” A natural grumble of Sebastian’s voice swayed as you found yourself guided with gentle precision towards the heart of your room. Your eyes still heavy with remnants of sleep, remained sealed shut. Your fingers instinctively sought to dispel the veil of haze, rubbing your eyelids tiredly as you wobbled in place.

A quiet sound of Ominis sighing fell before you. Gradually, the tender warmth of hands enveloped your sight from behind, shielding your vision.

“Accio,” the sonorous resonance of wood dragging across the stone floors piqued your awareness. With a deliberate motion, your hand extended upwards, your fingers finding purchase around the wrist that guarded your sight.

You grumbled, the fragments of drowsiness still clinging to your voice, "What’s… the meaning of this?”

“We had an idea last night,” Sebastian’s voice behind you lingered as he guided you into the chair that once was in the corner of your room.

A soft swish within the air brought by Sebastian's incantation, summoned forth a smooth and satin fabric, weaving the cloth of obscurity where his hand once held sway. The fabric settled softly across your skin, its embrace fastened over your lashes, enveloping you in a veil of darkness.

“Really… a blindfold?” Your fingers traced a path along the fabric delicately, adjusting its position. “I find it unfair that only one of us can see.” A wry smile played upon your lips as you voiced your jest, eliciting a quiet chuckle from Ominis only a few steps away.

“We’re going to play a little game…” A tender hand grazed your shoulder, its touch lingering across your flesh as the sound of their footsteps painted circles around you. A warm breath brushed against your ear, carrying Sebastian's voice as he whispered.

"A game..?" You stammered, a note of surprise infusing your voice as your body tensed with his touch.

"We're going to put our friendship to the test," Sebastian’s voice oscillated with certainty. "If you win, a feast of everything The Three Broomsticks has to offer will be yours.”

“Well, that seems harmless enough, but why the blindfold?” A trace of curiosity threaded through your voice.

His fingers curled over your shoulder, accompanied by the enveloping warmth of his presence against your other ear, his dark whisper unfurling, evoking a shiver that crawled up your spine. “You’re going to have to guess which of us is who. Simple enough?” Sebastian’s withdrawal left behind a soft crimson hue that crawled up the back of your nape like a fleeting caress.

A meandering path of warmth, guided by another pair of digits traced a tender route along your cheek, snaking slowly across your skin as they depart from your chin. The air around you stirred with swirling footsteps and a gentle breeze.

“And… if I do this you’ll keep your word?” You asked quietly, a tinge of nervousness laying beneath your breath.

“That’s right,” Sebastian’s voice carried in front of you.

“All that you could desire,” Ominis’ voice materialized against the strands of hair that veils your ear, eliciting a subtle start from you.

You inhaled deeply, your fingers absently toying with the rim of your nightdress, which rested provocatively against your thighs. The fabric, silky and abbreviated, exuded audacity with its scarcity of shoulder straps and delicate thinness. A sense of vulnerability enveloped you, as you found yourself inadequately prepared, denied the opportunity to change before becoming enmeshed in this little game of theirs.

“No need to be nervous, darling. Only one of us can see that risqué shift of yours.” Sebastian remarked with a faint sneer, having shifted from his previous position.

"What is she wearing?" Ominis inquired with a near-stammer, momentarily taken aback by Sebastian's comment.

"Find out for yourself, Ominis." Sebastian said.

"Wait, what?" A jolt coursed through you, causing your heart to quicken.

“Come now, I know you’d be more than willing to let Ominis explore that thin little dress of yours.” Sebastian’s words resonated, their impact sinking deeply as a brush of fingertips traced a fleeting line across your collarbones.

A warm flush swept across your cheeks, stealing your breath away. Your teeth nervously nibbling at your lower lip, yielding no protest. A gentle caress held your cheek, its touch tracing a tender pattern over your heated flesh.

"She's flustered," Ominis said softly, his hand retaining a subtle presence.

Sebastian's derisive tone gibed with a quiet sneer, "Don't make it obvious it’s you touching her.”

Ominis' soft touch withdrew as they both resumed their circling around you once more.

A delicate caress of fingers swept the side of your throat, tucking your hair aside with a low breath blowing against your exposed skin. A hushed gasp slipped past your lips, stirred by the sensation. "Sebastian?" You ventured, your guess accompanied by an attempt to steady your breathing. However, the silence that followed yielded no response.

The warm breath advanced, caressing your neck before settling against your ear, its heat evoking a constellation of goosebumps across your skin. Instinctively, your hand rose to push outward, seeking a presence that seemed elusive. Yet, your hand met only empty air, finding no one in its grasp. Your words faltered, quivering softly. "Ominis..?" You inquired, your voice carrying a trace of uncertainty.

"Do you truly believe Ominis possesses such audacity?" Sebastian's voice, finally positioned behind you, a hint of amusement as he hovered over your shoulder. A subdued snicker following his words. "You don’t know us at all," he taunted, his presence withdrawing as he moved away, their footsteps circling around you once more. You swallowed, the pounding of your heartbeat resounding heavily within your chest.

You felt a soft brush against the bare expanse of your thigh, compelling your nails to grip into the hem of your shift, inadvertently drawing it higher without your awareness.

“Sebastian..?” Your voice hitched through the part of your lips.

“Not this time,” Ominis’ voice lingered as his fingers traced a path along your soft skin, just below the hem of your dress.

"Keep your hand there, Ominis. She likes it,” Sebastian derided, a subtle elevation of your chin, an action seemingly to be his.

"This game is impossible," you murmured, your hand extending to clasp around his wrist, the rhythm of his veins resonating with his heartbeat beneath your touch.

"You wish to win, do you not?" Sebastian's words brushed against your lips. With a hesitant nod, you agreed with a sense of reluctance.

“A change in plans… If you guess wrong then we get the privilege to do as we please with you, free of consequences." Sebastian declared, his tone bearing a knowing darkness.

"Sebastian," Ominis interjected softly, his demur near your thighs.

"It’s only fair, we are paying for her meals after all," Sebastian’s thumb lightly grazes the curve of your bottom lip.

"It’s… fair," you conceded softly, your compliance offered without protest.

The faint sound of a smirk seemed to emanate from Sebastian's lips just before you. His breath slowly dissipates along with the release of his hold beneath your chin. In tandem, Ominis’ subtle touch followed suit, tracing a concluding path along your thigh before pulling away.

A snaking hand brushed against your shoulder once more, drawing the strap of your shift downward. "Sebastian—," you exasperated, knowing full well that touch was his doing.

Suddenly, a hand took hold of your jaw, angling your head back as lips pressed firmly against yours. A soft unexpected moan escaped your lips, mingling with the sensation of his kiss. Your fingers instinctively wrapped around his wrist, his lips embracing the contour of your bottom lip with a delicate touch. As the kiss deepened, your grip around his wrist began to slacken, the allure of the moment eclipsing the game entirely. The tender embrace of the kiss persisted, until eventually he withdrew, leaving you speechless. Your fingers rose to trace the touch that had lingered on your lips, a warmth resonating within you.

"S— Sebastian..?" You muttered with uncertainly, your voice carrying a blend of astonishment and bewilderment, still reeling from the unexpected kiss.

"Wrong," Ominis' voice reverberated beside you, his breath ghosting against your ear and eliciting a shiver running down your spine.

A rustling sound punctuated the stillness, causing your heart to briefly come to a halt. Lips pressed against yours once again, but this time it was different. The kiss was harsh, almost aggressive, characterized by parted lips and a raw hunger. Your gasps intermingled with the press of his lips, his fingers curling into the back of your hair, tightening possessively. A shudder coursed through your frame as his lips captured your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at it. The sensation elicited another gasp, which was promptly swallowed by his insistent kiss. His fingers tugged at your hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue seeking entry and snaking along yours in a heated mess. With a reluctant withdrawal, he released your lips, his fingers still entwined in your hair. His heavy breath mingled with yours, a soft sneer punctuating the charged air around you.

"Failed again," Sebastian reveled, his lips tenderly grazing against yours. "You know what that means?"

Your thoughts swirled recklessly, bounding you in place. A shallow gulp cut through the air of silence as you came to terms with your ignorance, your voice faltering as you accepted defeat.

"You don’t know the own taste of your friends lips?" Sebastian queried, his grip around your hair tightening. As your head was drawn back by his grip, a faint wince slipped your lips.

"How… how could I possibly know that?" You shuddered, your fingers clenching the corner of your chair.

"You've observed Ominis' lips intently enough; I assumed you'd recognize them," Sebastian sneered tantalizingly.

"She what?" Ominis inquired, his curiosity piqued, his fingers trailing tenderly over your thigh once more as if it draws for his attention.

"Sebastian," you asserted, swatting his hand from your hair.

"Why would you suggest such a thing?" You lifted your hand to remove the blindfold, your patience with the game reaching its limits. However, just as your fingers began to curl beneath the fabric, a hand seized your wrists, firmly holding them together in a single grip, preventing any movement.

"You know the rules," Sebastian reminded you with a resolute tone.

A soft chuckle resonated from Ominis beside you as a pair of hands firmly enclosed around your thighs. In response, your thighs pressed together involuntarily, your heart racing from his the touch.

"You were right, Sebastian," Ominis spoke quietly from below, his thumbs circling your skin in a soothing motion.

"I always am," Sebastian retorted, his hold on your wrists tightening.

"Sebastian, is this really necessary? I promise I won’t remove the blindfold," you implored, making an attempt to liberate your wrists from his grip.

"Just a bit longer," he insisted.

Ominis' hands brushed softly against the outer contours of your thighs, leaving a trail of tingling sensation in their wake. A tender kiss landed at the center of your skin, prompting an involuntary sound from your lips. The amusement in Sebastian's hum was evident as his finger inched over your camisole, ultimately drifting down towards the ridge of your clothing. His touch gently glided over your erect nipple, sending a shiver through you. Attempting to tug your wrists free from his grip, you found his hold unwavering as he held them securely above your head.

"Sebastian..." you whispered, your body trembling from just a simple touch.

"My name isn't the one you should be saying with those pretty lips," Sebastian hushed, his fingers traveling along the contour of your breast. Your gown so thin, giving little resistance against his audacious touch. His fingers mold to your supple form, squeezing your breast softly, causing you to draw a sharp breath.

Ominis forcefully parted your legs, eagerly positioning himself between them. His hands maintained a gentle grasp along the outside of your thighs, urging your dress upward. His lips trailed heated kisses across the field of your skin, igniting a cascade of goosebumps that raced across your flesh. The sensation prompted a subtle arch in your back, the tingling touch leaving its fervent burns. A quiet hitch of breath escaped, your lips tinted with lust.

A sudden, unfamiliar warmth pressed against the damp fabric that concealed your intimate core. You attempted to push your thighs together, seeking some semblance of control, but Ominis' hands firmly held them in place. His tongue glided sensually against the soaked fabric, playfully kissing and licking at your clothed folds.

"Ominis..." You moaned softly, your arms going limp within Sebastian's grasp.

"That's it..." Sebastian's grin held a wicked edge as he watched you surrender, completely under their control now.

"Sebastian, she's drenched..." Ominis murmured softly against your clothed folds, his fingers deftly curling beneath the strings that adorned your hips. With a swift tug, he removed your knickers, casting them aside.

"Ominis..." You shuddered, your thighs quivering in response to his audacious behavior. A subtle, almost imperceptible shift widened the gap between your thighs, an invitation conveyed through your trembling body.

“Is that pretty cunt of yours wet for Ominis, or for me?” Sebastian hummed, his words delivered with a sneer. He drew your hands from above your head, placing them against his trousers, your fingers blindly lacing his undeniable hardness pulsating from beneath.

You were rendered speechless, your teeth pressing into your lower lip as you attempt to find composure. Sebastian gently guided your hand, encouraging a stroking motion, eliciting a relieved moan from his lips as you delicately traced your fingers over the outline of his clothed cock.

Ominis extended his tongue, licking a long heated path against your exposed flesh, an overwhelming fire coursing through you. You sighed softly from his touch, your fingers clenched around Sebastian's throbbing arousal, drawing a low growl from him.

Your fingers fumbled along the fabric of his trousers, finding the buttons that concealed his stiffness. You deftly pushed the button through its slit, tugging Sebastian’s trousers down.

"Eager, aren't we?" Sebastian's fingers ran through your hair gently, granting you full control over your actions.

Meanwhile, Ominis pressed his tongue between your slick folds, sliding it up and down your wetness, savoring every inch of flavor. Your efforts to maintain a steady hand grew increasingly difficult as the overwhelming sensations threatened to take control over you. A soft, involuntary moan escaped your lips, enveloping you whole.

You gasped, your hips buckling in response of the intrusion. Your hands quivered against Sebastian's hips as you shakily slid your fingers beneath the hem of his briefs, tugging with a subtle resistance until they yielded. His arousal sprang forward from the release as you enveloped your fingers around his warm veiny cock, pumping it slowly.

Sebastian's head tilted back with a guttural groan, his cock twitching in your hand. "Fuck..." He moaned, his fingers coiling tightly in your hair.

Ominis' tongue continued its relentless path along your clit, inducing a fervent writhing within your seat, nearly pulling away from him in the throes of pleasure. He anchored you firmly in place by hooking his arms beneath your thighs. Your legs draped over his arms, his hands maintaining a secure grip around your hips.

"Oh, fuck... Ominis..." You gasped, your voice ladened with desperation.

Sebastian's patience seemed to wane, forcefully pushing your head down until the tip of his throbbing cock pressed against your lips. His pre-cum warm and sticky.

"Open for me, darling," he commanded, his grip around your hair tightening once more.

You felt his gaze beaming down on you as you slowly parted your lips and enveloped the crown of his cock. Gradually, you descended, taking his length into your mouth at a leisurely pace. His arousal was warm and pulsating, the veins adorning his flesh glided against your tongue perfectly.

"Good girl..." He purred. "If only Ominis could witness what that pretty mouth of yours is doing."

Ominis raised his head, his tongue sensuously licking his lips clean of your lingering wetness. "If only you could taste this pretty cunt of hers," he mused, a note of breathlessness in his voice.

"Fuck, don't tempt me Ominis..." Sebastian exhaled, pushing his length further down your throat, causing you to gag around his cock. Your nails dig into Sebastian's hips as you slowly began bobbing your head, diligently wetting his cock.

"Go easy on her, Sebastian," Ominis urged softly before he descended between your thighs once more, lavishing your soaking core with a series of wet, sloppy kisses. He wrapped his lips around your swollen bud with a delicate touch, suctioning and twirling his tongue around it hungrily.

"Mmph..." You moaned breathlessly against Sebastian's cock, the vibrations of your moan prompting a husky groan from his lips.

"Ah... fuck... keep going," Sebastian demanded, his grip on your hair easing as he subtly pushed his length in and out of your mouth.

Ominis withdrew one arm from around your thigh, softly gliding it along your leg before ultimately pushing his finger into your slick entrance. Your body retracted, a moan instantly escaping around Sebastian's cock. However, Sebastian's firm hold pushed your head further down his throbbing shaft, granting you no reprieve.

"I didn't say you could stop," Sebastian insisted, thrusting deeply down your throat.

Ominis drove another finger forcefully inside you, initiating a relentless pace within your tight core, your legs growing weaker with every breath you take. Ominis quickened his pace, his lips suctioning ravenously around your clit. Just as you felt yourself teetering on the brink of climax, he slowed down, withdrawing his lips from your needy cunt, leaving you hanging on the precipice of orgasm.

"She's close," Ominis hummed, his voice dripping with lust.

Sebastian sneered, drawing you back by your hair from his cock with a wet, suction-like noise. Finally, you could breathe freely again, your chest heaving as you attempted to regain your thoughts.

You felt Sebastian’s grasp around your hair dissipate as Ominis pulled away from your inner thighs. You were left there trembling, your cheeks a fiery shade of red. You inherently reached to remove your blindfold, but gentle hands intervened, preventing you from doing so.

"Wha—," you muttered, a color of confusion resonating within your voice.

"The game isn't over, my dear little bird," Ominis whispered softly, pulling your hands from the cloth that concealed your sight.

To Sabastian’s surprise, Ominis enjoyed this game just as much as he did. You felt the whirl of footsteps around you once more, baffled.

"It's not?" You asked, pouting slightly as you tried to make sense of the situation.

Ominis curled his fingers over your hands, pulling you from the chair. Your legs trembled slightly as you regained your poise.

“You still haven’t guessed which one of us gets to fuck that needy little cunt of yours,” Ominis’ voice carried with an undertone of hunger.

His words sent shivers down your spine, leaving you utterly baffled by what he was proposing, even Sebastian seemed caught off guard.

"Oh, so now you think this was a good idea, Ominis?" Sebastian sneered from behind you.

Ominis scoffed. You felt a tug at your hands, proceeding you towards your bed.

"Ominis, you can't just that and then be gentle with her. You're so confusing. Be a rough. It'll keep her guessing," Sebastian suggested, his tone laced with amusement.

"Then you be gentle," Ominis responded cryptically, his voice a soft counterpoint to Sebastian's.

Suddenly, a pair of hands pushed you backward, causing you to gasp as you tumbled onto your bed, the soft mattress providing an unexpected landing.

"Ominis—" you exclaimed, caught off guard by his actions.

"What makes you think that was me?" Ominis retorted softly, leaving you speechless and disoriented.

The two of them seemed to be playing a game of their own, leaving you thoroughly baffled. The weight of one of them settled on the bed behind you, and you couldn't help but grin, thinking you had it all figured out.

"It's much harder to conceal who's who if we're on a bed," your lips curl into a wider smile, confident in your own deduction.

"Is that so?" Ominis responded, his voice now seemingly coming from behind you.

"She thinks she’s got it all figured out," Sebastian taunts, his voice now in front of you, effectively shattering what you thought you knew.

Hands pressed firmly around your throat, tilting your head back into Ominis' shoulder while Sebastian pried your legs apart with a forceful touch. Their roughness left your voice hitching as your heated cavern pools with desire.

Lips crashed against yours with an insatiable hunger, immediately engaging your tongue in a messy dance. You moaned softly into the wet, desperate kiss, your tongue flicking sensuously against his.

Sebastian tugged you towards the edge of the bed, hoisting your thigh up with one hand. His throbbing tip traced a tantalizing path up and down your drenched folds, eliciting a shudder that reverberated through your body and onto the lips that devoured yours.

A sudden push into your core elicited a gasp, Sebastian's cock slowly breaching your entrance. You clung tightly to the bedsheets, biting down on his bottom lip to stifle your moans. The fingers wrapped around your throat squeezed gradually, temporarily cutting off your breath.

"Choke her harder, Ominis," Sebastian groaned, a sinister edge creeping into his voice, as they continued their relentless pursuit.

Your heart raced as you realized it was Ominis who possessed your lips and throat, his nails gently digging into your skin before he released his grip. He turned your head towards the side, his lips trailing from yours down to your throat, leaving a field of wet kisses that elicited soft moans through your parted lips.

Sebastian maintained a slow, steady pace, his cock thrusting in and out of you with an unrelenting rhythm. Your tightness around him caused him to grunt softly. "Fuck..."

Ominis' fingers curled under the hem of your satin shift, gradually pulling it up and over your chest until it halted at your shoulders. His lips, unwilling to part with your neck, left a gentle bite before finally letting go. He removed the rest of the camisole, leaving you completely pure of clothing. His hand circled around your breast, squeezing it gently as he planted butterfly kisses up and down your neck, his lips drawing along your collarbone and trailing across your shoulder.

Sebastian's forceful thrust sent a sharp cry of pleasure escaping your lips as you gripped the bedsheets tightly, your nails digging into the fabric. "Sebastian..." You moaned, biting down on your bottom lip.

He pressed the pads of his fingers into your thighs, leaving faint bruises in his wake as he quickened his pace. "Fuck..." He groaned, his cock pulsating within you. Sebastian’s nails nicked into your skin as he demanded you to say his name again. “Again, say it again.”

"S— Sebastian... fuck..." You gasped, beads of sweat forming across your body as you desperately moaned his name.

"Harder..." You begged, your voice filled with desperation as you fell back limp against Ominis' chest.

Your words sparked a dark fire within him. He slowed his pace, teasingly leaving you yearning for more. Ominis pulled away, allowing Sebastian to take full control. He flipped you onto your hands and knees, the blindfold finally relinquished at long last.

Sebastian's hips slammed into your ass with unbridled force, nearly eliciting a scream from you. He wrapped your hair around his fingers, using it as an anchoring point to thrust his hips vigorously against your body, each powerful movement driving you further to the edge.

“Fuck…” You gasped, your eyes finally laying upon Ominis before you. You watched as he unbuttoned his trousers and pulls them down along with his briefs, his cock flinging out before you, twitching with desperation. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of him.

Ominis palmed his arousal briefly before pressing the sticky crowned tip against your lustful lips. You eagerly complied, opening your mouth and enveloping your lips around his throbbing cock. The relentless thrusts from Sebastian pushed you forward, forcefully taking in the rest of Ominis’ cock. You gagged, your throat constricting tightly around him.

Ominis’ face usually composed, now bestows a heavy hue of redness within his cheeks, sweat dripping down his jaw with labored breaths. The sight destroyed you.

As Sebastian pounds into you, you felt yourself tightening with each thrust, almost reaching your own limits.

Your mouth worked diligently around Ominis' arousal, a symphony of moans and gasps filling the air alongside Sebastian's powerful thrusts. Ominis ran his fingers tenderly through your hair, cradling the back of your head with each descent into your mouth. The sensations coursing through your body pushed you over the edge, trembling on your knees.

Sebastian's hands gripped around your ass firmly, a loud clasp against your skin sends tears welling within your eyes, a wince formed around Ominis’ cock.

Ominis shuddered, his cock twitching within your mouth as he released his salty mix, filling your mouth completely full, choking on it. His cum dripped from the corners of your lips, trailing down your chin as you struggled to swallow it all.

Sebastian's nails dig into your flesh as his thrusts gradually slowed. "Fuck... I'm gonna cum," he exclaimed, savoring every last second. With a final powerful thrust, he growled deeply, his cock twitching within your defiled cunt, releasing his load deep within you. You fell against the bed, exhausted and breathless. Your cheeks flushed, your eyes fluttering shut, too tired to do anything else. The bedsheets below you formed a tangled mess, adorned with sweat and cum.

Sebastian gradually eased his hips, thrusting gently in and out of your cunt before withdrawing. A trail of his cum leaked down your trembling thighs, you couldn't help but emit a soft, satisfied moan from the tingling sensation.

Sebastian's sinister snicker sliced through the air, his words dripping with tantalizing satisfaction. "Such a good little slut for us, aren't you?"

“But we’re not done with you yet,” Ominis’ voice resonated with a tinge of dissatisfaction.

Your weary eyes fluttered open, tracking Ominis as he silently circled the bed and assumed the position behind you. With an effort, you rolled onto your side, tracing his every movement, weakly muttering, "What do you mean you're not finished..?"

"Isn't it obvious, darling?" Sebastian's voice floated around the bed as he takes Ominis’ previous position.

You tilted your head back, catching a glimpse of Sebastian hovering over you as you finally turn onto your back. He leaned down, his lips brushing your earlobe as he whispered softly, "Ominis didn't get to fuck that pretty little cunt of yours."

Shock and realization rippled through you as you turned your focus back to Ominis.

Ominis wraps his hands around your welted thighs and pulled you closer to his hips, his grip firm on your thighs, his eagerness palpable as his cock twitched in suspension.

Exhaustion weighed heavily upon you, your voice reduced to a feeble breath. "Ominis...”

With his fingers wrapped around his base, he teasingly traced the tip of his cock along the outskirts of your entrance. "Hmm… Aren't you curious? To have my cock deep inside you?" He pushed his tip just barely inside your cunt, eliciting a deep arch of your back as your head sank into the mattress, overwhelmed by the intense stimulation. "Fuck..." You gasped, your body responding despite the fatigue.

The crown of Ominis' cock finally penetrated, your hips involuntarily buckled as your fingers trembled at your sides.

"Ominis, please..." You begged, swaying your hips subtly.

"Hmm? What was that?" He teased, towering over you, pushing just a little further inside.

Sebastian's hand trailed a course down your bare body, his fingertips skimming your midriff until they found their destination. Goosebumps rippled across your flesh, curling your toes as your heart begins to race harder.

"Please..." You begged louder, your panting growing more urgent. "Fuck me, Ominis..."

Ominis’ lips curled into a grin as he pushed himself forcefully into you, eliciting a desperate cry from your lips. Sebastian’s fingers began circling your clit while his other hand found its way around your breast, relentlessly kneading your supple mount.

Your voice hitched from the overwhelming sensations. Ominis' cock fit perfectly within your tight, messy cunt. His movements a bit ragged compared to Sebastian’s smoother stride.

"Oh fuck—" You gasped, your hand reaching down towards Sebastian's wrist as he rolled the pad of his middle finger over your swollen clit, causing you to moan their names.

"Such a good little slut," Sebastian whispered against your ear. "You like it when Ominis fucks that cunt of yours?"

Your eyebrows furrowed together, squeezing your eyes shut as you frantically nodded.

"I didn't hear you," he growled against your ear.

"I... I..." You panted, unable to form coherent words.

Ominis slowed his pace, his form hovering above your, supported by his arms pressed into the bed. He questioned you with a dark tone, "You like it better with Sebastian's cock inside you, then?" His thrusts became increasingly intense, causing you to wince from the force.

"Oh fuck—" You yelped, almost certainly echoing within the corridors of the castle. You struggled for words as they both played with your senses relentlessly.

"Which one?" Ominis’ voice lowers in tone, almost an animalistic sound, increasing the rhythm of his thrusts.

You shuddered your nails digging into Sebastian’s wrist with a clouded mind. "Ominis— fuck..."

Sebastian sneered, observing you as you succumb to their little game. His lips met your breast, kissing and licking your pink bud softly while his finger continued to work on your clit, driving you closer to the edge. Your cunt tightened desperately around Ominis' cock as you felt yourself nearing your limits.

Beads of sweat dripped from Ominis' hair, falling against your midriff as he found the perfect rhythm. Sebastian's lips wrapped around your nipple, his tongue circling it, reflecting the movement of his hand below. Your body tensed slowly as your heart pounded within your chest.

"Oh fuck… I'm… I'm close…" You exclaimed breathlessly, your cunt tightening around Ominis' cock.

Sebastian's teeth grazed against your nipple as he deliberately slowed his finger down, prolonging your climax. He bit down softly, watching your visage as you approached the edge.

"Fuck…" Ominis growled, reaching his climax as well. Your head pressed back into the mattress, eyes rolling behind your lids as a surge of electricity raced up your legs, culminating where your two bodies meet. Euphoria washed over you, your body convulsing with pleasure as you gasped recklessly.

Your moans and gasps filled the air as you both climaxed. Ominis filled your cunt, overflowing onto the bed, causing a sticky mess. You found yourself completely unable to move, too tired to even think. You lay there in your own pool of cum and sweat, your chest heaving and your body quivering from exertion.

Ominis slowly pulled out, his cum dripping from his tip, falling beside you in bed with Sebastian on the other side of you. All three of you were exhausted. Sebastian brought his fingers toward his lips, licking his fingers clean of your sweet flavor with a smack of his lips.

"Mmm… you were right, Ominis. She does taste good," he smirked, his cock twitching from the delicious taste of you swirling around his tongue.

Ominis clasped his hand around the base of your neck and pulled you in close, his eyes effortlessly peering into yours despite his lack of sight.

"Happy Birthday," he said with a gentle press of his lips against yours.

"Can't wait for next year," Sebastian added, planting a wet kiss against your thigh.

Exhaustion weighed heavily upon you as you let out a soft, weary sigh. Your mind unable to conjure even the slightest inkling of what elaborate plans they might have in store for you.

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• The Blind Dance •

Ominis Gaunt x MC (Fluff & Smut)

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Summary: A mysterious letter from Sebastian leads you to The Undercroft at night. However, upon arrival, it’s not Sebastian you find, but Ominis. To your surprise, you find yourself caught in an escalated dance that trembles you to your core. As the night descends into a heated mess, you finally experience a long yearning you’ve always desired.

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“Meet me at the The Undercroft after class tonight. I have something urgent to discuss with you. Tell no one. Not even Ominis. I think you’ll be quite surprised at what I’ve found.”

— Sebastian Sallow

You run your fingertips over the aged parchment, its delicate crinkles invoke a sense of guilt from within. Among the carefully penned words, one particular phrase lingers in your thoughts, like a secret whispered by the winds. “Tell no one. Not even Ominis.”

—

At long last, the sun sought solace in its reprieve. A profound slumber cascaded forth a dark shadowy veil. The moon stirred awake, casting ribbons of light that shimmered along your path back towards the castle.

You let out a soft somber of a sigh.

“What could he possibly be trying to hide from Ominis?” You exasperate, as if Sebastian was seemingly testing the limits of your patience and understanding.

“I thought we were past this. The secrets. The skulking about.”

“Secrets? Did I hear that right?” Impetuously, the air was disrupted by the sound of a familiar and cunning voice behind you, causing you to whirl around.

There, amidst the darkness, you beheld his pale eyes seemingly aglow, the crimson spark at the tip of his wand casting an eerie illumination upon the dim expanse of The Wooden Bridge you found yourself on. It was Ominis. The one whom clouds your mind with every breath you take.

“Ominis—” You shudder, captivated by his presence.

He leans against a weathered pillar, adroitly crossing his arms while elegantly draping one leg over the other. His demeanor exudes an obscure charm that bounds you in place.

“How long have you been standing there?” You attempt to deflect his question.

“Don’t play a fool with me. What have you been plotting? Something having to do with secrets— with Sebastian I surmise?” Ominis cocks his head to the side, expecting answers.

You draw a breath, a subtle hitch emerges, an echo of anxiety encircling your midriff alongside the burgeoning queries. Frantically searching for the right answer, you draw your hand with haste toward your parted lips, nipping at your nails.

Hearing the clicking of your nails, his face contorts into a serious one. Taking note of your nervousness. In a swift motion, Ominis shifts from his leaning posture. With a purposeful stride, he moves closer, securing both hands on either side of your presence, enwrapping you against the wooden handrail of the bridge, caging you in like a little bird.

“Don’t do that.” He hummed with his head lowered.

With each passing second, your heart reverberates in your ears, its ringing both insistent and overwhelming. Consumed by trepidation, you abstain from even drawing a breath, apprehensive of his perception. Your hand once poised with uncertainty, reluctantly drops by his soft command.

“Well,” he continues with a low breath.

“If it has anything to do with Dark Magic then keep me out of it. Sebastian can’t keep meddling in things beyond our understanding. You know how dangerous it can be.” His voice softens. “I… don’t want to lose anyone else to Dark Magic.”

“I know, Ominis… You needn’t worry.” You whisper tenderly, delicately intertwining your fingers against his forearm.

“I don’t think it has anything to do with Dark Magic.” You pause briefly before continuing.

“I know how much it bothers you...” You express in a gentle tone, your eyes reflecting a profound sense of sadness and empathy for his inner somber.

The sincerity of your touch and words briefly catch him off guard. There's a faint inclination of his body, as though he's drawn closer, almost leaning further into you.

His visage rests but inches away from your own, prompting contemplation on whether he grasps the profound closeness that envelopes you both. Surely, the delicate caress of your breath against his complexion is not lost upon him. It’s almost as if he too wishes to press the limits of your whole being.

With his head bowed before yours, he tenderly trailed his arm, drawing it close before gently enclosing the back of your arm. Finding solace in the embrace. His throat moved in a subtle swallow, taking a moment to pause on his lingering thoughts.

“I… thank you— for being honest with me. It seems that I can only trust you, as of late.” His breath lingering against your lips.

“Ominis, I…” just before you could pour your heart out, the resonating cadence of hardened footsteps approached, compelling the two of you to part. Ominis' awareness was quick to discern the familiar rhythm, eliciting a subdued murmur beneath his breath accompanied by an expression that bore traces of agitation.

"Sebastian," he articulated, his tone weighted with recognition and a hint of unrest.

A lingering presence bore in the shadows without the cast of Lumos. The creaking of the floorboards came to a halt. A familiar shadow towered before you.

“Ah, Ominis. So this is where you’ve been hiding?” Sebastian’s voice resonated, carrying an undertone of near taunting amusement. A slanted curl of his lips highlighted by the moons grace.

“What are you on about, Sebastian? You of all people should know a Gaunt never hides.” Ominis crossed his arms, his foot tapping in a display of evident irritation.

“No doubt.” Sebastian mocks. “Care to explain why the two of you are lurking about in the dark then?”

You exchange piercing glances with Sebastian, conveying a sense of his intrusion. Paradoxically, his curiosity is piqued, further fueling his fascination. A sinister spark dances within Sebastian’s eyes, a subtle attempt to intensify the unfolding situation. It becomes evident that he derives a certain pleasure from observing you amidst such circumstances. Causing you to writhe in place.

“We could ask you the same thing.” You uttered, your teeth sinking into your own lip, your gaze ablaze with intensity. Only fueling Sebastian to revel with a devilish grin.

“A bit nervous, are we?” Sebastian sneers.

“Sebastian, please. Leave her be. We’ve had enough of your games for one day. Shouldn’t you be in class?” Ominis effortlessly redirected Sebastian’s attention. A sudden and compelling sense of urgency took root within the soles of your feet, causing you to dance in place. You too had a class to be. The same class, in fact.

Sebastian exhibited an expression hinting the possibility of a lecture of a lifetime coupled by a months worth of detention. With swiftness, he deftly inserted himself between the two of you. His hand tightly enveloped your waist, pivoting you in the direction of the castle.

“I can’t risk another detention. Not now, not again. Come now, darling. Before we get an earful.” Sebastian hastily pulled you along.

"Darling?" Ominis murmured softly, his words veiled from distant ears as he turns his back.

—

"Sebastian," you protest, attempting to free yourself from his embrace. "We didn't even have the chance to say our goodbyes to Ominis," you remarked with a trace of bitterness in your tone.

In the courtyard, just before the rear entrance of the castle, Sebastian abruptly comes to a stop. He presses you against the brick wall with a certain reluctance. His gaze, partially veiled by his lowered lashes, locks onto yours with a begrudging trance. Maintaining a strong grasp around your hip and pinning your hand against the wall, intertwined with a squeeze.

“You like him, don’t you?” Sebastian implies.

“What—?” You jolted, caught off guard.

“Ominis.” He said with a stern voice.

“You like Ominis. You… you love him, don’t you? I can see it… We can all see it. He might not, but I can. Plain as day.” He draws his body closer, his breath mingling with yours, its warmth caressing your face. Enchanted by the depth of his chestnut eyes, you find yourself captivated. The pressure of his nails, grazing against your skin fervently, elicits a gasp from you as they embed themselves.

“Sebastian… you’re hurting me,” you whispered breathlessly, your brows knitted together with concern. Your hand presses against his chest, conveying your plea for him to ease his grip.

His eyebrows furrowed, a fleeting shadow casts its veil of darkness around him. Your words breaking him free from it, he gradually loosens his grip around you and softly releases your hand; taking a step back. He seemed to be somewhat bewildered by his own actions, his nails having left their mark etched into your skin. A sense of shame washed over him as he cast his gaze downward.

“I’m… I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you. You, you know that— right? I would never do anything to hurt you. I just…” he seemed lost for words.

You gently massage the imprints left on your skin, shifting your attention to his visage marked by melancholy. Stepping closer, you reach out and delicately intertwine your fingers with his, bestowing a tenderness. Your thumbs trace soothing patterns over his hands, offering a comforting touch in an effort to alleviate his mind.

“It’s okay, Sebastian. I know… It’s alright, I know you didn’t mean it. You don’t need to apologize. It’s alright.” You repeated incessantly, as if the frequency of your words could somehow assuage his darkness. It was evident that no matter how times you sought to ease his mind, a pervasive sense of self-blame continued to weigh heavily upon him. As if the darkness had its grasp around him for a long time now.

Sebastian lifts his head, his eyes locked with yours. He gently tugs on your entwined hands, drawing you into a warm embrace. His arms envelop you tightly, one hand finding its place on the back of your head, pressing your face against his chest gently. A shallow sigh escapes him, eyes tightened closed. His fingers curl into your hair as he attempts to recollect all that he is. With a soft and tender tone, he whispers against your ear remorsefully, almost lovingly, "I'm truly sorry."

Your eyes found shut, allowing the solace of his embrace to envelop you. Your arms wrap around his midsection, embracing Sebastian as you draw comfort from both his presence and his words.

Reluctantly releasing you from the embrace, Sebastian delicately lifts your chin, directing your gaze to meet his own. His eyes gleamed with desire. As if he was starved for something.

He draws himself closer, your heart valiantly tangles with anxiety that coils around your midriff. His thumb lightly caresses your lips, seemingly captivated by an alluring notion. Just then, his lips begin to part; your fingers gracefully encircle his wrist, guiding his hand to your cheek in a tender gesture, met with a gentle nuzzle and a sweet smile.

"Sebastian," you whisper, your gaze shifting towards the gates of the swaying clock, deftly redirecting his attention.

The radiance in his eyes wanes, his thumb tracing a final path along your cheek before he reluctantly withdraws. With a touch of his hand against the small of your back, he steers you towards The Clock Tower.

"We should get going," he softly executes, his voice carrying a tinge of sorrow.

The walk was long, a silence draped through the halls. Yet, a notion persisted in your mind, mirroring Sebastian’s own contemplations. Your gaze involuntarily strayed upon him, reading his every move as the thought persisted.

Eventually reaching the Charms Classroom, Sebastian takes your hand and guides you to a secluded corner. You lower yourself against the cold wooden expanse, goosebumps scattered across the horizon of your skin.

The class stretched endlessly, laden with weariness. Sebastian proved unyielding, constant presence during the lecture, persistently attempting to provoke any response from you. Eventually, the class concluded. Professor Ronen requested a moment with Sebastian. You exchanged a brief glance with Sebastian before departing the classroom.

Your steps throughout the corridors were unhurried, providing ample time for Sebastian's discussion with the professor, setting the stage for a rendezvous in The Undercroft. Despite the usual presence of mischievous poltergeists, an uncommon quiet pervaded the halls. Suspense grew in your core, curiosity mounting as you pondered the purpose of Sebastian’s letter.

Upon reaching the entrance of The Undercroft, the contents of Sebastian's letter echoing in your mind, you swiftly extracted your wand from its holster. With a precise flick, a shimmering spark of magic cascaded forth, releasing the lock that guarded the hidden realm beneath. Stepping foot inside, the door closed behind you, sealing off the outside world. The air was infused with music, a melodic splendor that resonated beautifully. It drew you nearer.

As you venture further into the sullen hideout, Sebastian remained unseen, his presence elusive. Instead, you found Ominis, dancing with eloquence. Your attention was completely entrapped by his lithe movements, as if he wove his own musical tapestry. Droplets of perspiration suspended in his hair, gleaming within the gentle illumination. A flush of exertion colored his countenance, his breath weary. Every aspect of him exuded a captivating allure, as if the world around you had come to a stop.

Transfixed, you found it impossible to divert your gaze from him. Your heart raced in response to the perfection he bestowed. The pearls of sweat contouring his every feature, his lips parted allowing for labored breaths, the iridescence of his pale eyes, and the strands of hair draping his visage—each element coalesced into a breathtaking tableau. His dance exuded an air of confidence, as though he commanded the universe with each movement. Enchanted by the spectacle, you stole several cautious steps closer, yearning to absorb every detail.

"He’s… everything," you whispered, your voice a mere breath.

The final strains of the classical melody concluded. Ominis descends into a gracious bow, droplets of sweat swinging from his hair onto the cobblestone. With a harsh swallow, he fought to regain his breath, standing tall once again. A deft motion of his wand lowered the musical instruments, followed by another swish that conjured a towelette into service, wiping the sweat from his face.

Amidst the stillness, the faint sound of a pebble's crinkle beneath your shoe caught his attention. Orienting himself toward the sound, his focus fell upon you.

"Who goes there? Sebastian? No, wait…" he corrected himself, recognizing that Sebastian would have undoubtedly seized the opportunity to turn this into a spectacle.

Caught in a swirl of nerves, you found yourself trembling as his gaze fixed upon you, as if he could actually see your whole being. Clutching your skirt with a mixture of feelings, you took a few steps deeper within The Undercroft.

"I’m so sorry Ominis, I didn’t mean to intrude. Sebastian had mentioned..." A sudden realization dawned upon you, and your words faltered. Understanding the underlying purpose of Sebastian's letter, your complexion flushed in response. Stuttering, your thoughts converged into an incoherent mess—the pieces finally clicking together. It was evident that Sebastian had orchestrated this, setting a trap for you.

It was apparent that Sebastian derived a certain satisfaction from witnessing you in this state—enclosed within a whirlwind of emotions, visibly flustered. He took pleasure in your vulnerability, your inability to maintain your usual composure around Ominis. You couldn’t even bare the thought of what he had lined up for you if Sebastian was there. “Thank Merlin,” you exhaled in the own confinements of your thoughts.

"I must confess, discovering you in this setting was wholly unexpected," he admitted, a bashful tint coloring his expression as he rubbed the back of his nape, his head lowered. "Your approach was unusually discreet… Could it be that you tried to remain hidden from my notice?" His hand withdrew into his pocket with his pristine button-up clinging to his chest in sweat.

"But, why?" His attention locked onto you once more, a trace of a smirk edging onto his lips. He advanced, taking a measured step forward. "What might you stand to gain from all this?" The space between you closing in.

“I just— I… didn’t want to bother you. You looked so…” your words began tumbling from your breath, afraid of what he might think if you were honest with him.

You piqued his interest with a flick of his brow. “Since you’re here…” He swiftly took a step forth, leveling his hand out before you, offering a dance.

Your gaze lingers from his hand, leaving it to rest upon his face. With hesitance, you reached out; interlocking your fingers with his, accepting the proposition. His hands radiate warmth akin to a summer’s day. Almost instantly, he draws you nearer, causing you to falter against his form. While one hand remains intertwined with his, the other steadies your stumble against his chest. Amidst the luminous ambiance ignited by the flames of the candles within The Undercroft, you both stand in a harmonious accord. His hand gracefully encircles your waist.

"I know you," his forehead met yours, effortlessly maintaining eye contact despite his lack of sight. Your lips parted, a hint of trepidation in their movement, stirred by his audacious demeanor.

“What?” You muttered, heart beginning to race.

"I know you, how your nails nervously meeting your teeth when my presence quickens your heart," he intones, his grip on your waist tightening, obviating escape. "How you meticulously arrange your words when our paths intertwine." His gaze, half-lidded. "The shallowness of your breath when you’re close to me." His lips nearly graze yours. "I possess the power to suspend your heartbeat..." His exhalation, a swift caress upon your lips. "I am well aware of you, of your desire for me." His words ripple down your spine, irresistibly compelling your gaze toward his lips.

"Do you truly believe a snake has no eyes?" Ominis angles his face towards the crook of your neck, his nose skimming the strands of your hair as the heat of his breath playfully caresses the curve of your ear. His voice resonating as he whispers.

"Our senses see all. I may be blind, but I can see. I can see everything— all that you are, my dear little bird. I can see things that others cannot.” He inhales deeply, savoring the essence that surrounds you. Easing back from your ear, he turns to face you once more. “Every… little… detail you try to hide from me.” His hand slithers from your waistline before ensnaring the corner of your jaw. The pad of his thumb traces gentle patterns across your cheek.

"Ominis…" You shudder, eyes welled with a profound yearning. Inadvertently, you found yourself drawing nearer toward his lips, your breath unraveling.

His hold on you fixed. “I know you all too well…”

Gently lifting your lips to his, he shuts his eyes and presses his lips tenderly to yours. Savoring the sweetness of his taste, you delve into it, fluttering your eyes shut. Beneath your ear, his hand maintains its gentle cradle. You curl your fingers with his, still connected to this moment. He briefly pulls his lips from yours, whispering. “No need to hide anymore."

The velvet touch of his lips leaves you craving, a silent plea for more. With a subtle part, he tilts his head, once more clasping his lips with yours, a convergence that bounds you in place. He embraces your lower lip with fervent intent, his teeth gently brushing your bottom tier, yet never transgressing.

His lips remain tethered to yours, he proficiently retraces his steps, guiding you to follow in his meticulous stride. His hand moves from your cheek, falling to the small of your back, a gentle touch that anchors you in his grasp.

His movements were a mesmerizing blend of elegance and intensity, as if he threaded emotions through his steps. With each twirl, your two bodies embraced the silent notes that played. A spin pulls your lips apart, momentary unraveling, yet your hands remain firmly entwined. With fluid grace, he draws you back into his embrace, stealing a tender kiss amidst the dance. Every sway and dip held an unspoken promise. As he held you in harmony, it was as if the world around you two faded, leaving only the dance and the palpable veil that swallowed you whole.

With each movement, his confident steps guiding your every turn and twirl. The space between you two dissolved. His touch was firm yet tender, leading you with the assurance of someone who knew every contour of the stones beneath you. He didn’t need his wand to guide him. As you moved together, the atmosphere seemed to spark, charged with tension that crackled between you. The dance was not merely a series of steps, it was a song.

Time lost its grip as the dance continued, the world around you fading into a distant blur. Each spin and dip became a cherished memory, a fusion of your beings intertwining in a display of vulnerability and desire. It was a dance of unspoken confessions, a visual poem composed of stolen kisses, lingering desires, tender embraces, and the fiery yearning between two souls. It felt like a dream.

The first dance was that of a swan. A display of a gentle curtsy executed, with legs elegantly crossing the other, heads gently lowered into a bow. As the swan’s long neck arcs in an elegant curve, your arms extend and sweep through the air together, almost mirrored from another. Just like a swan leaves ripples in a lake, the dance leaves an impression on the hearts of those who tread it. Like wings, an extension of your own arms flutter in elegance together.

The second dance was that of a serpent. With poise regained, you both take a confident step forward, reflecting that of a snakes strike. Your arms intertwine, creating an intricate knot reminiscent of a coiled serpent's grace. Your hands pressed flat against another, akin to the opposing movement of scales against the ground, your bodies twist in tandem. Ominis guides you into a hypnotic spiral, a synchronized dance of circles. You spin, switching directions seamlessly, once again entwining, clasping, and twisting, all while moving in an entrancing spiral.

The dance of the bird and the snake resonates within the very cores of your beings. Exhaustion has cast its spell upon you both, painting flushed faces and labored breaths. Movements now unfold in a lethargic cadence, drained of the energy that once propelled your dance. The performance concludes, leaving you both breathless, the intensity of your exertion etched upon your countenances. Ominis holds you in a trembling embrace, your bodies melding in the aftermath, chests rising and falling in unison, glistening beads of sweat dotting your skin.

In a twist of fate, a stumble sends you both in reverse. Swift as a fleeting thought, Ominis acts, his hand cradling your head to shield you from the impending fall. Despite the tumble, his descent is a balletic maneuver, ensuring your landing is cushioned with utmost care. The sensation of cold cobblestone beneath your heated body sends shivers down your spine. Reminiscent to the icy depths of the ocean, your uniforms cling to the stone, soaked by your efforts.

His body softly hovers above yours. As gasps for air thicken, your hand instinctively encircles his neck. Your labored breaths mingle, dissolving the space between you.

"Are you alright?" Ominis exhales desperately, his damp hair adhering to your forehead, too fatigued to be concerned about the distance between you two.

With half-lidded eyes, a mix of fatigue and flustered emotions, you gaze into his pale eyes. Your heart thuds relentlessly against your chest, the energy of the dance still coursing through your veins. Driven by an inexplicable impulse, your fingers clench into his hair, pulling him close. With your lips slightly parted, your breaths rage together like coastal currents.

"I'm fine," you manage to utter, a fleeting smile tugging at your lips. Before further words can be exchanged, Ominis' lips press onto yours with the firmness of pent-up intensity. Your eyes flutter shut as you lose yourself in the sensation, your lips molding against his, capturing him with an urgency that borders on desperation. The taste of his saliva is a sensory feast, a sweetness that lingers on your tongue.

His hand, once on the floor that hoisted him now travels along your jawline, cradling it with tender intent. The kiss deepens, a dance of shared longing and passion. His lids shut tight, his touch and taste igniting every sense within your being. Time seems suspended, leaving only the intoxicating blend of heat, touch, and taste.

You emit a breathless moan against his lips as his tongue snakes along yours. His alternate hand follows a serpentine course down your side, securing its grip around your waist with a sense of desire. His presence encompasses the space between your thighs, and your skirt finds itself hitched, permitting only a thin layer of fabric between you and him. Your knee ascends with a gradual incline, your fingertips sinking into the skin of his neck. He presses himself into you, eliciting tremor that courses throughout your body.

You tilt your head back, feeling Ominis capture your bottom lip with a tantalizing bite like a snakes kiss before breaking away. His fingers gently guide your head to the side, and his lips find the curve of your neck, setting your skin ablaze with his touch. A soft, heated exhale brushes against your skin as he murmurs, "My darling…" and places a fervent kiss at its corner. Your senses electrify as his breath and velvety voice intermingle, a gasp of desire. "My sweet girl…" His lips press ardently along your jawline, stoking the flames further. "My love…" his whisper trails like a seductive promise, followed by a snaking of kisses down your neck, each sending you into a euphoric mess. "You're my all…" he declares, his lips planting a series of urgent, heated kisses where your collar gives way to bare skin.

A gasp escapes your lips, igniting a fire within as your nails delve deeper into his nape, your cheeks aflame with heated anticipation. He presses his hips intimately against yours, his cock hard and twitching within his trousers, his voice a sultry hitch in the thick air that surrounds you. A hungry desperation courses through him as his hand descends, claiming your bare thigh with an almost possessive grasp, sending a sweet shiver up your spine. A moan, laden with need, spills from your being, "Ominis…"

His face rises to meet yours, a seductive glow in his eyes as he whispers, "Yes, my darling?" His touch sears your cheek with a scorching trace, while his other hand digs into the skin of your thigh, a visceral reminder of his craving.

Your restraint crumbles, confessing breathlessly at last, "I— I love you…"

A craving grin tugs at his lips, capturing your vulnerability. In an explosion of pent-up desire, he claims your lips in a searing kiss, an urgent collision of two souls aflame. You unveil the tie from around his neck eagerly, falling upon your chest, sweeping it aside.

Amidst a crescendo of moans and searing kisses, Ominis embarks ravenously. His hand gently rests upon your damp knickers, igniting something within. An unmistakable hunger emanates from his gaze as he inquires, "Did I do this?" A prurient smirk surfaces his lips while his fingers caress the surface of your saturated garment, brushing up and down softly. A shiver floods your whole being, goosebumps scattering across your supple flesh. Your fingers close around his throat in an unyielding hold, applying pressure on either side. Your claim summons a guttural groan that vibrates against your fingertips, his pulse raging within his veins.

In response, his own fingers press with a heated urgency against your thinly covered folds, a daring gambit raging within. Eliciting a sudden gasp from your lips. His daring finger breaches beneath your garment's hem, an unapologetic intrusion that sends a surge of molten desire coursing through your veins. His fingertips blaze a trail across your fevered wet skin, a possessive tease that draws an arch of your back, a desperate plea for more.

"I want you," your fingers loosen their grasp around his neck, delicately brushing his hair aside. Your hand cradles his jaw, thumb grazing the constellation of freckles along his cheek. Your words, driving him to the brink of madness. His fingers trace the contours of your saturated blouse, unhurriedly undoing each button as his lips trail a blazing path along your neck, retracing the memory of the buttons that once adorned your figure.

To his surprise, he finds no barrier of a bra, sending a rush of electricity through him. His lips explore the expanse of your soft exposed skin, enwrapping his lips around your pink flesh. Your fingers entwine in his hair, coaxing a needy gasp from your quivering lips. “Ominis…” you plead for more.

His tongue, warm and dripping of saliva, tracing heated circles that coax your hips to sway, aching against his fingers. His tongue glides across your bare chest, finding its place once more. A symphony of pleasure escapes your lips, your grip tightening around his hair.

His tongue circles and flicks, deliberately leaving an irresistible path of warm saliva along your breast. His teeth grazing your skin, a rush of warm breath sends you into folly. Ominis groans gently with his teeth clenched around your nipple, a surge of pleasure rippling through you.

“Fuck…” A sultry exhalation escapes your lips, as delicate beads of sweat slithers down the crest of your breasts.

Suckling, tugging, and pulling against your sensitive bud. An echoing of sloppiness fills the air. With a gentle pull of your skin still captured between his teeth, he lifts his head. Your chest rising and falling as you pant softly, a breathless pleasure escaping your lips.

Eagerly situating himself between your thighs, he embarks on a scorching trail of kisses, igniting a road of fervor along your abdomen. The gentle caress of his lips against your inner thighs sends shivers of anticipation cascading through you, as his hands embrace your hips with a possessive, tender grip. His fingers ably curling beneath the delicate fabric of your undergarment. A slow, deliberate tug revealing his desire.

As the fabric yields to his insistence, you keenly widen the gap between your thighs, your wet skin beckoning his attention. His heated breath stirring against your wetness. Your fingers intertwine with his, urging his movements while your nails leave an imprint against his skin. The air becomes charged with your shared craving, and the husky whisper of your plea, "Ominis, please..." only serves to ignite a deep desire within him; hunger. The subtle quiver of your thighs sends flaming excitement that courses through you.

"Tell me you crave me," he demands, his voice dripping with desire. His tongue glides silkily against your skin, savoring the taste of your longing.

"I... I crave for you, Ominis," you beseech, your desperation exhausting the air.

"How badly do you desire me?" He taunts, planting soft kisses along your heated flesh.

"Ominis," you tremble, your heart racing. "I need you, please..."

"Again," he purrs, an insidious grin playing on his moist lips. "How deeply do you yearn for me, darling?"

"Fuck," you gasp hopelessly, a moan escaping your lips. "I fucking need you, I ache for you. Please, Ominis…" You beg, squeezing his hands ardently.

Finally, his tongue claims its place, pushing between your folds. A quiet growl tears from your throat, your head tilting back in ecstasy. Each of your fervent sounds becomes a sweet reward, a gasping pleasure that feeds his desire.

Your crumbling moans resonate in his ears. His grasp on your hips tightens, his tongue delving deeper, its languid strokes against your moistened skin sending waves of pleasure through you. You cling to his hands with desperation.

With deliberate skill, he kneads your hips softly with his thumbs, circling his tongue, alternating between gentle flicks and long strides. Your thighs quiver in response to the rhythmic caresses and thrusts of his tongue, a fulfillment that leaves you on the brink of delirium.

His soft grunts vibrate against your heated skin, each swirl of his tongue punctuated by his primal instincts. The intoxicating taste of you pushes him to the desire of claiming your body.

“Oh, fuck…” you pant, your hips buckling as the pleasure intensifies. Your groan melds with your eyes rolling back in rapture, one of your hands alternating between gripping his hair and pushing him further against your cunt.

His hand swiftly taking action as he guides two of his fingers deep inside you. A gasp escapes your lips, a mix of surprise and a subtle wince as the initial intrusion washes through you. Your nails dig into his hair, pulling the strands as your body retracts. He establishes a slow rhythm, his middle and ring finger moving in and out slowly, while his lips pepper your chamber with tender kisses.

Soft licks and purrs emanate from his lips, merging with the fire that now bestows you. A gentle hum resonates as he curls his fingers inside, sending tremors of pleasure coursing through your being.

Every soft moan and gasp that flees your very being, becomes an unrelenting source of pleasure for him. His pace quickens, fingers plunging in and out with a possessive precision. Unfailingly targeting that exquisite point which sends surges of scorching sensations coursing through your core, your very toes curling involuntarily. The feeling of his fingers delving deep within you elicits a symphony of fervent gasps and wanton winces, rendering your trembling thighs utterly powerless to uphold their stability in the wake of his consuming hunger.

His tongue traces a slithery path along your feverish skin, consuming every inch of you, an insatiable craving only drawing stronger. Filaments of your hair cling to your features, your chest shuddering with the force of your pleasure. "Ominis... I'm... I'm close—" your words falter as he accelerates his pace, perfectly attuned to your needs. Just as you approach the precipice of climax, he deftly slows his movements, curving his fingers to meet the contours of your inner core, his relentless pace pushing you to the edge. Your gasps become a harmony of ecstasy, waves of electricity pulsating through your thighs, culminating in your cavern as you squirm irresistibly at his own will.

He leaves soft, lingering kisses against your fevered, drenched skin, savoring every last drop of your passion. Your chest heaves with each ragged breath, your hands trembling at your sides as the climax sweeps through you. Attempting to find your words, you're left speechless, and breathless.

Ominis brings his fingers to his lips, licking them clean, savoring every last drop. “Delicious,” he hums, juices dripping from his chin.

With half-lidded eyes, your exhaustion evident, you observe him as he hovers over you, an aura of desire emanating from his very being. His lips brush yours in a hungry, tantalizing caress, his grip on your jaw possessive and urgent.

"My sweet girl," he murmurs, his voice a seductive melody that envelops you. The soft, wet press of his lips against yours ignites a spark, pushing your lips apart, allowing his tongue to surge through, his hungry desire leaves you breathless.

Overwhelmed by the intoxicating taste of your own wetness lingers on his lips. He pushes his lower half against yours eliciting a soft, primal sound from him, his stiffness pressing against your drenched cunt sends you to the edge.

Your hand ventures downward, your fingers finding purchase beneath his disheveled shirt, clasping his warm hip as your nails make an impression on his ivory skin. His hands find support, hoisting his form above you, his weight pressing against you with a fervor that threatens to consume you both. The friction grows, your wetness soaking the fabric of his trousers.

Ominis delicately clasps your lower lip between his teeth, causing a slight graze, evoking a subtle wince. Your alternate hand acts with urgency, fingers tracing the buttons of his shirt in a desperate bid to unveil his heated skin, the haste of your actions fueled by the relentless devouring of your locked lips.

Ominis rises to a kneeling position before you, a visual feast that commands your attention. His skilled fingers unbutton his trousers, their purpose clear as the zipper follows suit. The drenched fabric sullied by your own wetness pools at his knees, leaving him clad in his loosely worn button-up shirt and snug briefs. Your gaze is drawn to the unmistakable outline of his hardened member, subtly but tantalizingly visible beneath the clingy fabric. Your eyes trace the contours of his form, your heart racing as you take in the provocative tableau that unfolds before you, leaving your senses tingling with anticipation.

You gently sit up and place your hands over his, halting his movement, your fingers carefully brushing his aside. His expression softens, pulling his hand to your cheek, brushing the stands of hair behind your ear. Your gaze remains locked onto the throbbing outline before you, your fingers tracing its contours with a delicate touch. A soft sigh escapes him, the tension between you raging.

With a deep breath, you curl your fingers under the hem of his briefs, pulling them down. His erection springs forth, catching you off guard. It's substantial, adorned with veins, and crowned by a pink tip. Well-groomed and clean, it speaks of careful attention. You find yourself unable to resist, your hand wraps around his base, initiating a gentle stroking motion.

A restrained exhale escapes Ominis’ lips, carrying with it a sense of pent-up emotion. You part your lips, your tongue extending outward, brushing against the back of his head. His reaction is immediate—his cock twitches from your touch. You lower yourself, enveloping the tip with your lips, your mouth working to wet his arousal. The sensation of his size becomes apparent as you struggle to take all of it in, a twinge of discomfort touching your jaw. He guides your movements, entwining his fingers in the back of your hair, each thrust deepening the connection between you.

With shallow breaths and a mix of pleasure, he relishes the sensation of your mouth surrounding him. A deep, animalistic groan escapes him. "Good girl..." he moans huskily, the words laced with approval as he twitches inside your mouth.

Engulfing as much as you can, bobbing your head in a slow, savoring motion, coating his cock with your saliva. Forcefully, he pulls your head back by your hair, his possessive demeanor and intense gaze sending shivers down your spine. You pant softly, your lips moist from your endeavors.

He guides you back onto the cold floor, his hand firmly holding his throbbing cock. He fixes himself between your thighs. Teasingly gliding his pink tip against your wet folds, a tantalizing caress, sending waves of tranquility up and down your spine.

“Ominis…” You emit a breathless moan, tightly clenching your fists while your nails dig into your own palms. Unable to endure the wait any longer.

A smoldering chuckle infuses his lips at your desperate plea, fanning the flames of his amusement of your impatience and imploring desires.

The sensation, overwhelming, leaving you yearning for more as your muscles tense with suspense. Ominis playfully glides his tip up and down your wet messy cunt, teasingly drawing out every second he can. As he slowly eases the head of his cock inside you, he gripped your thigh firmly with one hand, the other still wrapped around himself. His grip on your thigh was forceful, and hungry. His deep growl resonating in the thick air. His length filled you completely, almost every inch with some to spare. He pushed himself further in, a blend of pleasure and tension emanating from his husky voice.

His hips moved with a deliberate slowness, savoring the sensation of your bodies coming together. To cope with the intensity, you brought your hand to your lips, biting down on your finger to stifle any unintentional loud noise. Your eyes squeezed shut as he gradually delved deeper, each moment a crescendo of sensation that left you breathless.

He seizes both your thighs firmly, anchoring you against his hips with an intense grip. His rhythm quickens, his hunger evident in the urgency of his movements. A breathy "F— fuck..." escapes your lips as you grasp his hand, leaving red imprints on his skin from his staggering hold. "Ominis..." you moan, your head tilting back in surrender to the intoxicating thrusts that envelop you.

"You can take it, darling," he grunted, his pace easing slightly, each thrust deliberate as he entered and withdrew from your tight cunt, his tip still maintaining contact with each movement. Your heart races, overwhelming your senses as you groan in desperation.

"More..." you plead, your voice a mess of need and longing. "I— I want more..."

Your words elicit a wide grin from him, reveling in your desperation. Embracing your desire, he delivers a powerful thrust, pushing himself as deeply as he can within you, reaching the deepest recesses of your being. You gasp, your nails finding purchase in his forearms as you cling to him. "Fuck...” you exclaim, surrendering your entire body to Ominis.

Your breath unravels, your cunt relentlessly tightening around his cock with each thrust. As he quickens his pace, tears begin to well within your eyes.

He leans over you, using his forearm to support himself while his other hand remains tightly around your thigh, pushing it up. His lips find the curve of your neck, delivering kisses and soft nips that evoke a quiet wince from you. Your hand seeks purchase on his shoulder, your grip firm as you hold on. As he plunged into you, his disheveled button-up slides from his shoulders, hanging loosely around his elbows and middle back, a sight that drives you mad.

"Fuck, Ominis... it feels so good," you murmur, your words escaping in the midst of the overwhelming sensations. His teeth graze your neck, a touch that thrills you to your core, causing your back to arch and your hips to move against him.

His pace quickens, his movements becoming more urgent as he plunges into you, every thrust filling every corner of your being. Your muscles tighten around him, drawing a hitch in his voice against your neck. A guttural grunt humming against your neck, the sound of hungry beast. Beads of sweat form and mingle as your bodies move together in a dance of desire.

"Fuck," he exclaims, sending a shiver down your spine. The sound of his raw emotion resonates through you.

"H— Harder, Ominis," you breathlessly plead, your voice carrying the weight of your desire. "Fuck me harder..."

Your shaky voice fuels his passion, a spark of urgency igniting his movements. He pushes your leg as far back as possible, a fierce intensity in his actions that leaves subtle bruising on your thighs. With a fervent determination, he thrusts into you without holding back, the force of his movements causing your body to writhe against the stone floors. Your chest rises and falls with each powerful push of his hips, the sensation both exhilarating and consuming.

As he gives into his longing, he leaves a field of hickeys along your neck, each little bruise, marking his territory and claiming you as his.

"Ominis… fuck—" you gasp out as he maintains his relentless rhythm. The sensation intensifies, pushing you closer to the brink of climax. Just as ecstasy washes over you, his own release approaches. He emits a deep raspy moan, the heat of his breath filling your ear.

“Oh fuck… fuck… fuck… fuck,” you exhale frantically, your whole body tightening.

"Fuck," he clamors prolongingly, his voice filled with a melding of satisfaction and release as he climaxes, filling you completely, his cock throbbing inside. His movements slow as he savors the moment, his breaths unsteady.

Your muscles contract around him in the throes of your own climax. The sensation leaves you shuddering and gasping, your hand moving from your lips to grasp at the back of his head. You stroke his hair with trembling fingers, tingling sensations still coursing through you.

With both of you panting heavily, he rests against you, his head laying on your chest as you soothe him. Your hands remain trembling from the intensity of your shared experience. His eyes shut, his chest heaving with the effort of his exertion. His fingers trace gently along your breast, his cock still deep inside you. A trickle of fluids escape, seeping and dripping onto the cobblestone.

Ominis sighs, his voice a tired whisper in the aftermath.

"Ominis—" you begin, emotions swirling within you.

With an effort, he lifts his head, his gaze meeting yours, both exhausted. His hand cradles your cheek gently, his thumb sweeping away the hair clinging to your face, a tender gesture in the wake of your shared intensity. He leans in, his gaze affectionate as he listens intently.

"Yes, my sweet little girl?" he responds, his tone full of warmth and love.

You gather your emotions, ready to express your feelings, but he silences you with a hushed motion, his thumb brushing against your lips. His eyes flooding of desire and tenderness, a silent understanding passing between you.

"Hush now darling. I know... I know," he hums, his voice a soft reassurance.

"I love you with all my heart," he confesses, his lips meeting yours in a tender kiss. Tears fall from your eyes, filling your ears, mingling with the intensity of your emotions, a poignant testament to the depth of your connection.