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Just Submit 2	By : grugster Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 190272 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 18
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Thanks a lot to my betas, remarkable, for correcting this chapter! Dear readers, Okay, thanks for your wonderful reviews and all the votes!!!!! I hope you'll like this chapter as well. AgainAndAgain Characters: Draco, Hermione, Yorik, Morgan, Fenrir Sexual interactions: Morgan/Fenrir/Yorik/Hermione Warnings: moresome

Chapter 11 – Depression

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When Ages hugged him from behind when he had placed him on his side, Draco mobilized all the energy he had left to turn and wrap his arms and legs around Ages and cuddle him tightly. He wanted to say that Ages was awesome but he couldn't get the sentence out of his mouth and only a groan escaped him. Ages chuckled. He was happy that Draco was satisfied as well. He drew the blanket over them. There was still enough time to rest a bit.

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Tara was running around with a big smile on her face as the dominants had finally started to take care of her again.

Draco was still in a state of bliss from his bone crashing experience that morning. He was sprawled over the white leather couch in the lounge. Hermione could see his sac peeking out from one of the legs of his shorts. She rolled her eyes and tried to ignore it. That happened a lot and Hermione guessed that that was one of the reasons the legs of the shorts were so wide. She had once even seen a dominant pull the leg of the shorts aside to fuck Draco with the shorts still on.

Neville also wore a smile and couldn’t stop talking about how happy he had been with Yorik and Fenrir and even Morgan.

The dominants were also very excited. It seemed they felt the full moon coming close; only one more day.

Hermione felt as if she were the only one that was unhappy. She couldn't even say why. She couldn't stand the happiness around her any longer. She needed to find someone who would understand her sadness. She stood up without saying anything, ignoring Neville and Draco’s puzzled looks and questions.

When she stood, her eyes fell on Morgan, sitting on the orange couch with Amaris settled close to him reading a magazine. She went over to him and sat down on his lap, hugging him tightly.

“Pup?” Morgan asked, puzzled, not knowing what to do. He looked questioningly over to Amaris.

“What's wrong, pup?” Amaris asked while she drew calming circles over Hermione's back.

“Nothing, I just want to be alone.” She didn't look up, just pressed her face into Morgan's chest. His heartbeat wasn't calming, as it seemed to be beating too fast. “Please hug me, Morgan. I need you!”

Morgan gulped. He could feel the dominants around him staring at him. Amaris glared at him to make him obey Hermione's wish. Reluctantly and uncertainly he closed his arms around her and she started to sob. Now Morgan could feel the uproar around him, and when the head beta and head alpha came striding over to them, he almost wet himself.

“What's going on?” Severus asked.

“I don't know. She just came over, jumped on my lap and hugged me. She isn't telling us what's wrong with her,” Morgan said nervously.

“Hermione.” He tried to free himself from her arms, but she tightened her grip and even placed her left leg over his lap so she was straddling him now, her face hidden in his shoulder. He smelled like family.

Morgan looked frightened at the head beta.

Severus looked around and then went over to Draco and Neville. “What happened?”

Draco shrugged his shoulders. “We were talking about our experiences from last night and this morning, and then she stood up and left. She didn't say anything and didn't react to our questions.”

Severus looked at Neville, who seem to be unnaturally nervous. “Something to add?”

Neville mouth made as if to move a few times to speak, but he wasn't able to.

“Oh no, she can't,” Draco said, looking shocked at Neville.

“Can't what, Draco? My patience is wearing thin.”

“Neville talked about having sex with Yorik, Fenrir and Morgan. That's when she stood up and ran away. She can't be... you know... be jealous?”

Severus seemed to consider that and then he turned without answering Draco's question.

Meanwhile, Fenrir had stormed into the lounge. He smelled like the forest and had snowflakes all over him. “What’s this all about, Morgan?”

“I don't know, alpha,” Morgan whimpered. He was in a panic now. He wanted to take care of Hermione, but he was so scared of all the dominants around him. He felt as if he could only fail here. They could smell his arousal. That was sick; Hermione was crying on his shoulder and he got a hard on because her hot sex was pressed against his crotch.

“Hermione?” Fenrir asked, growling.

“Go away. I want to be alone,” Hermione said miserably. Why couldn't they leave her drown in her bad feelings. She just wanted to lay in Morgan's arms and cry and cry and cry.

“It's only one day to the full moon. If she loses it now and pushes the wolf down again, she will not survive, Fenrir,” Severus said severely.

Fenrir growled. He thought quickly, and then he stepped over to Morgan and Hermione. “Lift her a bit higher!”

Morgan complied, not daring to question his alpha's decision.

Hermione felt her knickers being grabbed directly over her center and stretched away from her body. She tried to wriggle, wanting to know what was happening.

“Hold her still you good-for-nothing-omega!”

Morgan wasn't strong, but strong enough to hold Hermione still. She felt a cold edge against her bum and then she heard her knickers tear. She grunted, protesting, and tried to wriggle but with no success. She heard more rustling and had the dreaded feeling that Morgan's member was being freed. “No,” she pleaded miserably.

“We have no time to discuss this and give you the chance to push your wolf down again, pup. We will satisfy your wolf and hope you will get out of whatever mood you’re in right now,” Fenrir explained, surprisingly calm while he entered her with two fingers to get her to lube up. With his other hand, he was stroking Morgan's slowly softening cock. He cursed his fearful omega. He needed to take care of the pup now.

Morgan tried to forget the people around him, who would judge him by his performance. He never was any good in situations like this and the dominants often advanced on him in public because they enjoyed his embarrassment. Failing now would mean failing his duty as a member of Fenrir's pack. He never understood why he had been so lucky as to be accepted into this small pack, and now he feared that this was his ticket out of it. He felt a warning squeeze from Fenrir's hand on his member and knew what he was wanting from him. “I am trying,” Morgan whispered.

“Then try harder, Morgan. This is our pup and she is depending on your dick now. I took you in my pack to protect you and because Amaris and Yorik had placed an eye on you. Now pay me back the trouble I had to make this all possible.”

Fenrir was right. That was the moment to prove him worthy for the pack. He wouldn't fail. He leaned closer to Hermione and whispered in her ear. “Everything will be okay, pup. I will take care of you.”

Hermione sobbed and hugged him tight, nodding into his shoulder. “I... I want you... now!”

Fenrir pulled his fingers out and helped Morgan line his erection up to her wet lips. Then Morgan took over and slid Hermione slowly onto his erection.

Morgan's cock was small compared to Fenrir and Yorik's, but at the moment it felt so right. She rubbed herself, moaning, all over it.

“Take over, Morgan! You’re the dominant here,” Fenrir instructed his omega.

Morgan did as he was asked and started to thrust into her.

It was relaxing and nice, but Hermione could never come from only the gentle thrusting. Maybe it was because of the situation or it was because her feelings were so confused, but most likely it was because Morgan was just too inexperienced. He was the youngest one of Fenrir's pack at twenty-one. He had been turned five years ago. Hermione didn't know how sex between him and Amaris was but surely it couldn't be this. Maybe he could be more dominant in private. This gentle love making was nice, but Hermione needed someone who took over and dominated her.

Amaris knew that Morgan wouldn't be able to give Hermione what she needed. Sex with him was being in command and being ordered what to do. She looked over to Fenrir and saw that he knew it as well. Finally the alpha stepped closer to Hermione and rubbed the tender flesh of her stretched center with his thumb until it was nicely wet.

“Don't stop to fucking her, moron,” Yorik said and cuffed Morgan behind his head while he went behind the couch to help his alpha if necessary.

Morgan became nervous again when his alpha and his beta approached. On one hand he was relieved that they would take over but on the other hand he was scared of them. He hoped they weren't too unhappy with his performance.

Hermione felt Fenrir's thumb over her center and she tried to wriggle up to get his thumb to push in, lining up with Morgan's cock. That didn't happen and the thumb wandered over her slick skin to her other entrance. Gently she was prodded there even though it must have been hard for Fenrir to counter Morgan's moves. When the thumb finally entered her she moaned aloud. She had forgotten all the people around her; only Morgan's erection in her, Fenrir's thumb in her rear and Yorik's hand on her head were interesting at the moment. “Please, I need you!”

Fenrir added his forefinger beside his thumb and pushed in and out a few times.

Hermione still didn't feel satisfied. Something was missing. As if they had a mind of their own, her arms wandered upwards, searching for Yorik's belt without looking up. It was so nice to just lay her face on Morgan's shoulder, smelling his wonderful scent of home and family, but having Yorik's member in her and smelling his musky and familiar scent would be even better. The two fingers in her bum were scissoring her, when she finally found the belt and opened Yorik's jeans. She felt the thick erection jump against the back of her hand. She lifted her head to take it in her mouth but couldn't reach it. She started to whimper miserably.

“Wait, pup,” Yorik said and climbed over the back of the couch to give her better access to his member. He moaned and his legs buckled when she engulfed him deeply before he had a very secure stand. “Damn, pup, take it slow.” His balls were drawing up quickly and he feared he would embarrass himself. He immediately grabbed the base of his cock to hold back his orgasm.

Hermione snarled angrily and pushed his hands away.

“Don't fight her, Yorik,” Ages said. “Just come and make her happy with it.”

Yorik looked at Ages with surprise. Coming so soon? He would be the laugh of the day. No way.

Hermione was sucking at Yorik's member as if her life depended on it, not knowing that this partly was really and truly the case at hand. When she felt Fenrir finally line up his thick erection against her small pucker, she meowed and Yorik cried out, grabbing the couch so hard that the leather tore. Pure will power made him stop from coming, but now Hermione had had enough of his fighting and took his balls in her hands, rolling them gently.

“No,” Yorik screamed miserably, helplessly shooting his seed down Hermione's throat.

Hermione smiled, satisfied while Fenrir pounded her ass and Morgan weakly tried to hold up with his alpha.

“Poor Yorik, you sucked him off completely,” Fenrir whispered in Hermione's ear while he pushed hard and deep into her.

Morgan could feel Hermione smile against his chest, and Yorik sagged down beside him. He didn't know why but now he feared he wouldn't be able to come, as much as he liked Hermione and wanted to take care of her. Being dominant while having sex was beyond him. New panic welled up inside of him, but then he felt Fenrir's strong hand on his balls. They massaged him and from time to time pinched him lightly. He had never been at the receiving end of Fenrir's ministrations besides his claiming ritual in the pack. Fenrir had fucked him mercilessly into the carpet, but that wasn't for Morgan's pleasure, only for showing who was in charge. He hadn't come that day and he wasn't expected to. It was just a show of power every new dominant had to undergo when he joined a new pack. Now Fenrir's hands were giving pleasure and Morgan was emotionally and physically in that much bliss that he was starting to cry. “Yes, please.”

“Fuck him with your finger, Fenrir!” Hermione instructed.

Fenrir bit her earlobe. “Watch your tone, pup!”

Hermione grinned against Morgan's chest when she felt Morgan stiffen and his member jerk in her center. The proof of Fenrir obeying her. “Yes,” she hissed.

Encouraged by the satisfaction of his pup and the wonderful submissive smell his omega was giving off, Fenrir started to fuck them both hard. Soon Morgan came, crying out Fenrir's name, spurting his come into the pup. He lay there sobbing while his member slid out of Hermione, but Fenrir's fingers still remained in his ass. He hoped they would stay there forever. Hermione was wonderful. She had known what he wanted and had made Fenrir pleasure him. “Thank you, pup.”

Hermione smiled again.

“Oh, I can feel that fucking smirk on your face, pup. You think you’re so clever.” He emphasized his words with a hard thrust. She was wriggling and moaning now. “You are at my mercy, pup. I'm the one giving you the pleasure. I'm the one taking care of you. I'm the last one to come because I'm the one in control and you can't manipulate me like the others!”

Hermione grinned again against Morgan's chest. She knew her alpha needed to think so, but she knew better. “Of course,” she said to make him happy.

He grunted his satisfaction and rammed into her harder and harder. “Who’s your alpha?”

“You, Fenrir!” Hermione screamed while he thrust deeply into her.

“Who is in control?” He grabbed under her to flicker his fingers at her clit.

“You,” she moaned, and this time she really meant it. She had lost the control she had had over him and now was like pudding in his hands. She could hear her blood rush in her ears and Fenrir's moans and his balls slapping against her, but this was everything. “Oh, please!”

“Please what, pup?” Fenrir grunted.

“Please make me come,” Hermione begged.

He pinched her clit and then squeezed it with every thrust. It took him five thrusts until she shuddered under him and he released his seed into her.

She was exquisite, and Fenrir knew he would never feel like this with any other wolf except for her. He felt as if he were coming forever, the pup’s tight arse clenching around his cock, milking the rest of his subsiding orgasm from his balls.

The pup slumped forward, out cold onto Morgan’s chest.

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When she came to, her head lay on Yorik's lap and her legs were over Morgan's. Fenrir was sitting beside her hip the moment she stirred.

“Hey, pup,” Yorik said, grinning. “I hope you realize that you’ll pay for that stunt. I’ll be the butt of every joke for the next few days.”

Hermione grinned. “But you were so delicious.” She turned her head to kiss his now covered cock.

“Hermione!” Fenrir said seriously, and Hermione felt her heart sink.

“You’re mad at me?”

“No, but we need to speak about what the cause of this was.”

Hermione racked her brain but couldn't figure how it all had started. She saw Ages step closer to Fenrir and lay his hand on the shoulder of her alpha. “Let it be; just ask her about the subs.”

Fenrir looked seriously at her and that worried glimmer in his eyes made her nervous.

“What?” Hermione asked, scared as she cupped his cheek.

“Do you have a problem with Yorik or me being with Neville or Draco?” Fenrir asked, clenching the words out as if they hurt him.

“What? No! Why?” Hermione was puzzled. She didn't understand this at all. She had never felt so good like she had a few minutes, or was it longer, ago and now they were asking her such strange questions.

“You ran away when Neville and Draco were talking about his night, and then his morning with Morgan and Yorik.” He looked deep into her eyes, hoping to be able to see the truth in them.

“I didn't!” Hermione looked around shocked. She was surrounded by dominants but she couldn't see Draco or Neville.

“They aren't here, pup, but they told us that it was true.”

“No, I wasn't. I just couldn't stand their happiness. Everyone was happy. I...”

“And you were happy just a moment ago. It was an amazing feeling, wasn't it?” Severus came into her line of vision, halting the dark feeling that had started to creep up in her chest again.

Hermione nodded.

“Good, then we should let it stay like this, Fenrir. She is telling the truth. She was not jealous and has no problem with you and Yorik being intimate with the male subs.”

Fenrir understood the hint to not let Hermione fall back to the mood she had been in before their public fucking session.

“Then I think it is time for our talk, pup,” Ages said and eyed her seriously.

Hermione bit her bottom lip nervously. This was what she had dreaded all the morning.

“Come on, it will be over soon,” Ages said and offered his hand to her.

Gulping nervously, she took it and let him pull her up. Then he was guiding her out of the lounge and down the stairs to the second floor where Ages and Roland had their pack quarters and into his flat.

Hermione swallowed again, closing her eyes briefly as she stepped over the threshold of Age’s domain.

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