Fey's Pov

Sunlight streamed through the stained-glass window and cast colorful light on my eyes. Blinking awake slowly, I groaned and drew the covers over my head. Lorenzo snuggled deeper between my breasts and squeezed me, "Good morning, gorgeous," he spoke low and gruff. His voice was still full of sleep and sounding growly.

"Not good morning. Back to sleep," I muttered, placing my hand over his mouth.

I could feel him grinning, but he stayed quiet and snuggled me under the covers' darkness. His warmth surrounded me, and I relaxed again, feeling myself grow heavier the longer we stayed intertwined, but good things never last.

The door swung open, and we both sat bolt-upright in a panic.

Mattheo stood at the door dressed in his school robes with his curly hair tamed and styled. His eyes crinkled at the edges, and he grinned, "I was not expecting to find such a wonderful surprise when I came to collect you this morning, darling."

Confusion at his words cleared, and I saw my bare breast on display, which he took no issue staring at. Lorenzo glared at him and handed me a blanket to cover up with before falling back onto the pillows, "Matty, it's too early for this."

Mattheo snorted and crawled into bed beside me, "Maybe for you too, but the rest of us went to sleep at a reasonable hour," his fingers stroked down my neck, "Did he keep you up late, love?"

I blushed and nodded, "We were up quite late," I admitted.

"What were you doing?" he asked teasingly, trailing his fingers down over the tops of my breasts before slipping his hand under the blanket to palm my tit in his rough hand.

I shivered as he stoked my sensitive skin, but when I didn't answer, he squeezed, "Don't feel embarrassed now..." he met my half-closed eyes and smiled suavely, "Did I forget to mention that the walls are thin?"

"Wh- wha- what?" I stuttered out, pulling away and tugging the blanket up to my neck.

I watched him lean back and relax, "The walls are very thin, Little Fox. Blaise and I could hear you when we came back to our rooms last night," he adjusted his dick in his trousers at the thought, "You have no idea how hard it was not to break down the door and join you."

"Oh god, you could really hear us?"

He nodded, "I stroked my cock while I listened to you scream."

My face dropped into my hands, "I can't believe you heard me."

A hand gently grabbed the hair at the base of my neck and forced me to look up. I met Mattheo's eyes. He was looking at me with a rare seriousness, "Fey, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Every one of us wished it was us in there with you," he kissed my cheek, "I can guarantee that I wasn't the only stoking my cock and imaging they were inside your body."

My heart was beating wildly inside my chest, pounding against my ribs.

"There would only be one problem with what happened that night, and that would only be..." he trailed off and looked at Lorenzo, who was dozing behind me.

"What? What would the problem be?"

"...if he didn't make you come," he released my hair and took hold of my neck, "Did he make you come, pretty girl?" His words were purred out and went straight between my clenched thighs.

"Yes, he made me come," I whispered, leaning into the hand wrapped around my neck.

"How many times, baby girl?"

"Twice."

Mattheo tisked, clicking his tongue, "That's not nearly enough. You need more, don't you, sweet girl?"

I nodded. I needed and wanted whatever he was willing to give me. A whimper escaped my lips as he tightened his hold around my neck.

"I think we need to take this off, do you, pretty girl?" he asked, tugging at the blanket with his free hand.

I nodded vigorously, and he ripped the blanket from my body, exposing my naked form to his hungry eyes. He pushed me back onto the pillows by my neck and shoved my legs apart with his knees. When I reached for him, he growled low in his throat, sounding almost like an animal, before pulling out his wand and binding my hands above my head.

"I don't want you touching me right now, darling. I won't last a second if I have your hands on me," Mattheo whispered, pleading for me to understand, "If it's too much, just say 'Red,' and I'll let you go."

I tugged on the magical bonds, feeling a strange, needy fear taking over my body. I wasn't frightened of Mattheo, but the bonds put my body on edge. He was in full control; he could do absolutely anything to me, and I was in no position to stop him.

He forced me to look at him, and I could see the want for me in his eyes. It was intense; he was desperate but holding himself back, waiting until I confirmed.

"What do you say, little girl?"

"Red, if I want you to stop," my voice came out breathy and needy, and he squeezed my throat before releasing me.

"Good girl," he praised, kissing my nose and lips before focusing on my breasts. He latched on and rolled my nipple between his teeth while squeezing and massaging the other.

Pulling on the bonds, I tried wanted to touch him. I wanted to hold him to my chest and dig my nails into his skin, but the more I pulled, the tighter the bonds seemed to hold me, yet I kept pulling, hoping they would break.

Mattheo switched to the other breasts and tortured them with the same affection until I was whimpering underneath him. When he pulled back, he gazed down at my puffy nipples with pride before attacking my neck. He bit and sucked at the skin in arousing, painful ways that I knew were leaving marks.

"Mattheo," I groaned near his ear.

He laughed and kissed his way up my face until his eyes were level with mine, "What is it, darling? Are you feeling needy?"

"Yes! Please, I need..."

"Say it," he demanded, taking hold of my hips and spreading my legs wider.

I flushed and whined, "I need you, Mattheo."

"Darling, I know you need me, but how do you need me?" he leaned in close and let his hard cock rub my clit through his trousers, "Do you want me this way? To hump you until you come screaming my name?"

He pulled away and shoved two thick, calloused fingers into my pussy, pumping them slowly, "Or do you want to come on my hand, pretty girl?"

My mouth fell open in a soundless scream as he thrust his fingers deeper, "No," I protested.

"Hmm, no. Then what could you want?" he pulled away from me entirely. Leaving me cold and horney as he watched me until finally he lifted my legs to my chest and swiped his tongue through my wetness.

I arched my back off the bed and screamed. Pulling at the binds, still holding my wrists above my head, I struggled against them, wanting to touch and pull him where I wanted him, but they held firm.

"No, no, no," I begged him. His tongue felt glorious. He moved it around my clit and then over it firmly, making me shudder and groan as he teased me, but I wanted more. I wanted him to stretch me and fill me. I wanted him to make me scream and come around his dick.

"Mattheo, stop."

"That's not our word, darling," he told me, laughing, "Either tell me what you want, or I take what I want."

I whimpered in frustration na pleasure simultaneously before pushing embarrassment aside, "Fuck me, Mattheo, please," I begged him, "I want you to fuck me."

He dropped my legs and pulled back, licking his grinning lips, "Finally." His hands worked quickly, undoing his belt and trousers before tugging them down and freeing his cock. He wasn't quite as long as Lorenzo but was still huge, fifteen centimeters, and thick.

"I'm going to scream, my love."

He leaned over me and took my lips in a heated kiss. Our tongues tangled, and I felt his cock pushing past my entrance, and the stretch was intense. I felt tears in my eyes, and he paused to wipe them away.

"Breath, darling," he soothed, "You're doing such a good job, baby. Fuck, your pussy is stretched so tight around me."

I looked between our bodies and saw his cock thrust further into me. He was stretching me further than ever, and the sensations were deadly. His lips were sucking at my neck, and his fingers were toying with my clit, rolling it and rubbing it in slow circles.

Pleasure built quickly, and without warning, I felt the air leave my lungs, and my pussy grip his dick as I came. Mattheo cursed, pumping into me quicker and harder than before, rubbing my gilt to draw it out. I screamed and begged him to stop the overwhelming sensations, feeling like too much, but he ignored me and continued to move and tease me.

When I finally stilled underneath him, he kissed my lips and cupped my jaw, "We're not finished, darling," he pulled out and flipped me onto my stomach before freeing my hands from the magical binds.

I let my head rest to the side and smiled when I saw Lorenzo sleeping next to me. He snored, and I laughed again.

Mattheo leaned beside my ear, "He's missing all the fun, isn't he, darling?" He thrust into me again and brought his hand down hard on my arse. It stung, and the pain radiated out toward my hip.

I whimpered and looked back at Mattheo pouting, but he only grinned and dug his fingers into the fleshiest part of my arse before smacking the other side.

"I couldn't resist. I've been dreaming of your arse since the first day." He thrust me harder and snaked a hand around my hip to tease my clit. The pleasure built again as he touched me. His cock stretched me, and his fingers dug into my hips, forcing me back to meet him thrust for thrust.

"Mattheo," I whined, gripping the bed sheets.

"Fuck baby, I can feel your pussy gripping me. Are you going to come, baby girl?"

His fingers continued to tease me while he fucked me, controlling my movements and manipulating my body to perfection, "Yes. I'm going to come," I admitted, nearly sobbing at this point. The pleasure was so overwhelming it shook my body and my voice.

Mattheo scooped me around the waist and held my back to his front. I let my head roll back to his shoulder as he kissed me and fondled my breasts with one hand working my clit. The new position hit deeper and harder than before as I clutched him tightly to me.

This orgasm was different than the rest; it started slowly as a tingle across the skin of my thighs and exploded across my body. I pulled his mouth tighter to mine as I came, biting his lip.

I tasted blood in my mouth, and he growled, pounding into my body harder and faster until I released him, screaming his name and begging him to stop. He didn't, not until he filled me with his come.

He set me down gently on the pillows, my hair a wild mess, and stared at me with adoration shining in his eyes, "You're even more beautiful with my come dripping out of your puffy pussy, Fey."

Blushing, I pulled him down by his tie and kissed him.

A throat cleared, and a voice interrupted us, "Are you finished 'abusing' our girlfriend, Matty?" he teased.

We turned together and locked eyes with Theo. He stood grinning in the doorway with his arms crossed and a bulge in his trousers.

How long had he been watching?

Mattheo scowled, "She consented, you asswipe."

Theo nodded, "Cara Mia, we have an hour until class, and I think you will want to shower, no?"

I nodded and pushed Mattheo off of me before scrambling to Lorenzo's bathroom naked as the day I was born. They groaned behind me, and I giggled as I locked them out.

...

Theo's Pov

"How long were you watching?" Mattheo asked, putting his cock away as I waited for Fey to return from her shower.

I had seen him flip her over and plow into her weeping pussy. I was watching as she bit his lit and made him bleed, and I was there to see her come screaming around his cock.

"Not long," I lied.

He scoffed and righted his clothes before shoving Lorenzo off the bed to wake him. Unsurprisingly, when he popped up, he was naked and confused.

"What the fuck?" his eyes darted around the room, "What the fuck are you two doing here?"

"We have class in..." I looked at my watch, "...thirty minutes. Get dressed." He followed my directions, and with his dick swinging, he pulled out clean clothes and scrambled to get dressed.

I collected Fey's uniform from the day before and, with a brief wave of my wand, freshened her clothes and freed them of wrinkles. Conveniently enough, I hadn't been able to find her panties or bra, so I folded her clothes and placed them outside the bathroom door.

A moment later, her hand reached out to snatch them through a crack in the door. No complaints sounded about her lack of undergarments, and I grinned.

Our little witch was too shy to say anything. How cute.

She stepped out looking ravishing. Her neck was still covered in deep purple and red marks, but the rest of her skin was flawless. Her hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, and her clothes were fitted and tucked to perfection. She really was beautiful, our own goddess in the flesh.

Fey tucked her wand into her pocket before grabbing her book bag, "I'm ready!"

I chuckled, "No, you're not," I told her.

She looked at me confused, her head cocked to the side, "What am I forgetting?"

I looked at her and then the other two. Have they all really forgotten? Jesus fucking christ.

I took my wand and pointed it at her lower abdomen, "Fertilis praesidium."

Fey's eyes grew wide, and Mattheo's and Lorenzo's as well.

"Bunch of forgetful dunderheads," I muttered, "What would you do without me?"

They were silent as we walked out of the dorm together. Fey took my arm as we neared the common room and whispered thank you, squeezing my arm tight.

Draco and Blaise joined us in the common room and frowned at the somber tone of the rest, "What's wrong with you lot?"

I laughed, "They just tried to get Fey pregnant." I told them as if it weren't a big deal and smiled down at Fey, who scowled at the floor.

Draco's mouth fell open in shock.

"You didn't invite me?" Blaise asked, looking disappointed.

Fey looked up and, faced with his dejected look, released my arm and hugged him, "Don't listen to Theo. He's being stupid, Blaise,"

"So they didn't try to knock you up?" he asked, still sad at being left out.

She sighed, "We just forgot to use the charm. No one was trying to get me pregnant, I promise."

He looked at her, doubtful, but nodded and swept her away toward our first hour, leaving the rest of us behind.

Draco scowled at Lorenzo and Mattheo, "You two idiots seriously forgot about the fucking charm?"

Lorenzo's head dropped, looking thoroughly scolded. Mattheo crossed his arms and grinned defiantly, "What? Like she wouldn't look good pregnant with my kid?"

Images of Fey round and pregnant popped into my head. I groaned; she would look amazing, but that wasn't the problem, "We're too young, you dolt," I said, smacking him on the back of the head.

He flinched and glared, "Just wait one day..."

Draco rolled his eyes and pulled Mattheo away from the collar of his robes, lecturing him about proper protection and marriage before babies. Their voices faded, and when they were out of sight, Lorenzo and I broke into a fit of laughter before following them.