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Shiloe	By : Sablesilverrain Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 47101 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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The rest of the tour passed without incident, with the exception of Neville throwing himself onto Gryffindor’s bed and telling Shiloe he could wake him when it was time for dinner.
Cedric smiled at that.
“That Neville kid is really cute.” He said as they were sitting down afterward for a quick chat before dinner. “Sweet, too. Would you mind if I were to flirt with him? Just for fun. I want to see how he’d react.”
Shiloe chuckled. “He’s one of my anchors, as are you. You can flirt with him, fuck him, marry him, if you want. Just so long as you both stay with me as well, I don’t care how you interact with each other, barring any animosity.” He added, glancing at Draco.
Draco frowned. “I said I’d be nice. Well, civil, at least.” He amended.
“I know.” Shiloe said, smiling. “Try to be gentle with Neville, as much as you can. ALL of you should be. He’s very shy, and he needs kindness from us.”
Blaise smiled. “I like him. He’s nice enough, and he smells good.”
Shiloe chuckled once more. “He’s due for his creature inheritance in two years, that’s why.” He told them. “I can’t tell you what he’ll prove to be, that’s not my place, but I can tell you that I am not his mate. He will still be my anchor, and have a sexual relationship with me, but his mate is someone else in this room.” He said, glancing at the portrait of Salazar to avoid looking at the one who would be Neville’s mate.
Draco and Cedric eyed each other, knowing his mate would be one of them, both trying to decide which.
Shiloe got up. “To the table, guys. I’ll get Neville.” He said, gesturing to the dining table set up near Salazar’s portrait.
He walked into Godric’s rooms and climbed onto the bed, hovering over the softly snoring teen. “Neville.” He whispered, letting his body press just slightly against Neville’s. “Nev, wake up.” He said louder.
Neville groaned. “G’way.” He mumbled sleepily.
Shiloe chuckled, thrusting his groin against Neville’s. “Get up.” He said firmly. “Or I’ll be forced to suck the sleep straight out of you.” He said next to the Gryffindor’s ear. “Through your COCK.” He added.
Neville’s eyes opened, blearily, as Shiloe thrust against him again, more firmly. He moaned. “Mm, Harry.” He mumbled sleepily, wrapping his arms around Shiloe’s neck, before he froze. “Shite. Sorry, Shiloe.” He said, flushing.
Shiloe chuckled. “It’s fine. How long have you liked Harry, then?” He asked, his fingers slowly inching under Neville’s shirt, tracing his stomach. He was no longer pudgy, and Shiloe felt just the slightest hint of baby fat still stubbornly clinging to his frame.
Neville flushed further. “Since last year.” He answered. “You can’t tell him!” He said urgently.
“I won’t.” Shiloe assured him, then leaned down to kiss him. Neville moaned again, and Shiloe felt him growing hard.
Shiloe broke the kiss reluctantly. “As much as I’d love to stay here and make love to you right now, I have other company still, and they are waiting for us for dinner.”
Neville groaned. “Bugger.”
“Soon, I hope.” Shiloe assured him. “Let’s go eat.”
*****
Shiloe moaned as he ate a bite of his lava cake. Cedric and Neville gaped at him, Cedric in blatant lust, Neville with a shy flush growing on his cheeks. Draco and Blaise merely chuckled into their hands.
Shiloe snorted and rolled his eyes at them. “What? It’s good, and Harry hardly ever had sweets growing up, until we came here. Certainly nothing THIS good, as of yet.” He explained, causing Cedric, Neville and Blaise to still once more.
Draco just smiled. “I know. That’s why I suggested it.” He said.
They all relaxed again as Shiloe moaned louder, letting his eyes roll back into his head, the sound and expression obviously sexual.
Draco, who had been sitting next to Shiloe, fisted his free hand in Shiloe’s hair and pulled his head back, kissing him deeply, sharing the taste of lava cake.
Shiloe whimpered. He dropped his fork and grabbed Draco’s shoulders, clinging desperately to him.
Neville was breathing hard by the time the kiss ended. “That was hot.” He whispered, then flushed as Draco smirked at him.
Shiloe flushed and cleared his throat as Draco returned to his seat. “Yes, and speaking of hot things, I’m going to start needing sustenance every day, preferably in the mornings, before classes. I’ll need either sex or blood. Sex releases more magical energy, so it is the better choice, but blood is an acceptable substitute if I Feed twice daily.”
Draco smirked. “I’d fuck you, Shiloe.” He said.
Neville added quietly, “I’m willing to sleep with you, as well.” He was blushing fiercely, but met Shiloe’s eyes nonetheless.
Cedric shook his head. “I’m going to wait on that. I want to know you a bit better.” He explained.
Blaise shook his head. “I’m not ready. I need to wait for a while, and decide if we’re really ready for the wolf to accept his mate. I’m not sure I want that.”
Shiloe raised an eyebrow. “You don’t really have much of a choice. It’s me or no one.”
“Well, I want to wait, at least.” Blaise corrected himself.
Shiloe nodded. “Much better.”
Draco huffed. “So, who gets first dibs? Me or Longbottom?” He asked.
Shiloe chuckled. “I’d like to be with Neville tonight, if you’re able to wait until tomorrow night, Draco.”
“Of course.” Draco drawled. “Well, I’ll wait, then.” He said, licking chocolate sauce off his fork suggestively.
Shiloe rolled his eyes. “You are such a DIRTY boy.” He teased the blonde. “So, how many people have you been with, anyway? ALL of you.” He asked, looking around the table.
Neville shook his head mutely, and Shiloe nodded. “I know you haven’t been with anyone yet, Nev. But you three…?”
Cedric shrugged. “Two. Neither was right for me, but it was nice while it lasted.” He said simply. “One was male, one was female. Neither was at this school.”
Blaise ducked his head. “I’m a virgin.” He whispered.
Draco smirked lazily and held up four fingers, humming under his breath as he used his other hand to take another bite of the cake. “Pansy,” He put down the first finger, “Taught me that I was NOT straight, Nott proved that I AM quite gay, and the final two were a pair of twins I met in France. Gerard and Antoine. Mm, they were both really delicious. I shagged them silly.”
Shiloe shook his head with a smile. “You little slut.” He said fondly.
Draco shrugged, with a smug grin. “Not really. Just experienced. One might call me ‘worldly.’”
“Or they might call you pompous, which would fit you better.” Neville pointed out with a tiny smile.
Draco leaped over the table at him with a cry of mock rage. Dishes, cutlery and cake flew everywhere as the table overturned.
Neville was screaming in obviously fake terror as Draco managed to straddle him. He laughed uncontrollably as the blonde’s fingers found his sides and Draco began tickling him without mercy.
“I’ll teach YOU to call me pompous!” He was growling.
Shiloe shook his head, sighing. “Thanks, guys for deciding that our meal was over.” He deadpanned, righting the table and banishing the mess. He led the other two back to the couch, Neville and Draco getting up to follow them as soon as Draco felt that Neville had learned his lesson.
Shiloe pulled Neville onto his lap. “Well, now. I think I will have to keep you two separated if I ever want any peace around here.” He said, looking at Draco.
Draco just looked back innocently. “What?” He asked, sounding truly confused.
“Right.” Shiloe said. “You know EXACTLY ‘what,’ you little minx.”
Draco smirked.
Neville sighed, leaning back against Shiloe.
Shiloe moved his hands to Neville’s hips and discreetly ground himself against the teen’s buttocks. “Oh, the things I’m going to do to you tonight.” He whispered into Neville’s ear.
Neville shivered.
Blaise sniffed, then snickered at the scent of arousal on the air. Thankfully, he didn’t say anything that would make Neville uncomfortable.
Cedric raised an eyebrow at the adorable flush that travelled up the youth’s neck to flood his face with vivid color.
Shiloe sighed. “So, Helga, what time is it?”
“Nine o’clock.” Her portrait answered.
Shiloe sighed. “Would you guys like to leave, or not? I can offer you one of the rooms here, if you’d like.”
Draco sniffed. “I’ll go back to Slytherin, thanks.”
“I can create a doorway that will take you to an empty corridor close to your common room’s entrance.” Helga offered.
“Could you? That would be fantastic.” Draco answered.
Helga smiled kindly at him. “Of course.”
A door appeared in the wall, and Draco opened it, and then smiled brightly. “Wow. From the fourth floor to the dungeons in one single step. Now THAT’S the way to navigate in Hogwarts.” He said, obviously impressed. “I’ll see you around, Shiloe.”
“Bye, Lover.” Shiloe purred at him as he left. “Blaise, are you going to use the doorway as well?” He asked.
Blaise flushed. “Um, well. I really can’t, tonight. I need to sleep near my mate tonight, after all that news. I’ll use Gryffindor’s room. It won’t bother me.”
Cedric sighed. “I’m going to need to get back. I’ll be missed.” He said apologetically.
Helga smiled, and once the door was closed, it shimmered for a moment. “It now leads to the corridor right outside your common room entrance. If you go now, the coast is clear.” She said.
Cedric stood, and walked over to Shiloe to kiss him deeply. “I’ll see you tomorrow?”
Shiloe smiled. “You should be able to access the door to my rooms whenever I am in here now, provided I am not specifically blocking your access to these rooms. If I am, it only means that I desire my privacy at that time.” He said. “You are welcome anytime otherwise, tomorrow included.”
Shiloe sighed once Cedric had left. He faced Blaise. “The scent of sex will be on us both in the morning. I will have a Shiloe ward up tonight, so the scent and sounds will not reach you. Will you be able to handle it when we all wake?” He asked.
Blaise frowned, biting his lip.
Werewolves were naturally possessive, but he understood that Shiloe needed all of his anchors, and it seemed that his wolf did, too. The wolf was willing to allow Shiloe his anchors, so long as he got to feel his partner filling and completing him before the next full moon.
He was eager to run with Shiloe. It would be his first time with someone who made him feel safe enough to leave the castle and take to the forest, since he was a submissive wolf. He wasn’t omega, but he definitely would never qualify as Alpha or Beta.
Finally, Blaise remembered that he had been asked a question. “I should be able to handle it. The wolf UNDERSTANDS, at least.” He answered.
Shiloe nodded.
“I’ll need you before the next full moon, though.” Blaise added in a quiet tone.
Shiloe smiled, cupping his cheek. “You’ll have me well before then, Love. Get to bed.” He said firmly, and Blaise huffed, but obeyed.
Shiloe smiled. Blaise didn’t like to admit it, but as a sub, he needed someone to fulfill the role of his Dominant partner, and Shiloe was willing to do that when needed to keep Blaise and his wolf happy.
Shiloe took Neville’s hand. “Come on.” He said softly, tugging the teen into Salazar’s room.
Neville licked his lips. “Um, what should I do?” He asked nervously.
Shiloe chuckled, setting his ward wandlessly. “You should let me do everything, and just enjoy yourself.” He answered, urging Neville onto the bed and unsheathing Ducen.
Ducen purred in his grip. *Master, are you going to lie with this one now?* The wand asked.
‘Of course.’ Shiloe replied, hoping it could hear his thoughts. It spoke within his head, so he thought it a good indication that Ducen would hear his thoughts.
*He is most passive. Shall I disrobe him for you?*
Shiloe almost laughed. ‘And me, as well, if you please.’ He requested.
Ducen did so without Shiloe having to even cast the spell nonverbally.
Neville gasped as skin suddenly met skin, their clothes reappearing on the chair that sat in front of the desk.
“Wow.” He said in surprise.
Shiloe chuckled, laying Ducen on the nightstand, next to the case. “There’s one thing I must warn you about: You must never touch my wand. It is extremely volatile, and only I have been able to subdue it.” He said, running a hand up Neville’s bare side as he spoke.
Neville nodded. “O-okay.” He said, his breath hitching as Shiloe’s hand passed very near to his erection.
“You have quite an impressive tool here.” Shiloe said, finally taking Neville’s erection in his hand. “Very nice. Not obscenely huge, but a bit longer than normal.”
Neville blushed. “Really?” He asked.
Shiloe nodded. “Oh, yes. I’m very happy with your size.”
Neville blushed. “My size doesn’t really matter much, does it? I mean, you’re Dominant, aren’t you?”
“Mm. Shiloe do not have submissives OR Dominants. All Shiloe are able to top as well as bottom, and we like to experiment with both whenever our anchors are willing. For example, this,” Shiloe said, stroking Neville’s cock, “Had better someday find its way inside me, or I shall be very cross.” He told Neville with a smirk.
“Oh.” Neville smiled. “Okay. I guess I’d better pay attention to what you do, then?”
Shiloe chuckled. “It would be a good idea, yes.” He answered.
Neville moaned softly when Shiloe’s hand tightened and he leaned down to run his tongue over Neville’s nipple.
‘Good. He’s responsive.’ Shiloe let his teeth gently scrape over the nipple, and Neville arched his back, crying out at the new sensation.
Shiloe arched a brow. ‘Not responsive. He’s a SENSUALIST.’ Shiloe realized, his eyes darkening as lust more intense than ever before began to run thick and hot through his veins. He had beneath him a partner that would be able to enjoy and appreciate the act of sex more than most people could. And that would ensure that the amount of magic generated from their joining would be more than sufficient to keep Shiloe at his best throughout the next day.
Feeling more than giddy with the realization, Shiloe slid eagerly toward Neville’s cock, wanting to see what would happen when he took the virgin sensualist into his mouth. His reaction was sure to be intense.
He licked the head of Neville’s cock, and Neville stopped breathing for a few seconds, before his breathing resumed, twice as fast and twice as harsh as it had been. Shiloe smirked and quickly engulfed the Gryffindor’s cock in his mouth, sucking gently.
Neville cried out wordlessly, the sound almost qualifying as a wail, as his hands fisted in Shiloe’s hair and Neville’s hips bucked, jamming his cock into the back of Shiloe’s throat.
Shiloe relaxed his throat with some difficulty, letting Neville’s cock thrust as deeply as it wanted to go. Well, intense was indeed the right word for THAT reaction.
Neville forced his hips to return to the bed. “Sorry.” He panted, embarrassed that his body had tried to suffocate Shiloe by accident.
Shiloe smirked, raising his head to look at Neville through thick, black lashes. “No need to be, I actually rather liked it. It’s unbelievably hot. Don’t hold back. I want to hear and feel every reaction you have to my touch.” He said, then licked the underside of Neville’s erection, his tongue tracing the thick vein.
Neville moaned, his eyes closing at the sensation. “Merlin, Shi, your mouth feels amazing!”
“You taste exquisite.” Shiloe returned, licking up the drop of precum that had appeared. He raised himself onto hands and knees, then straddled Neville once more. “Now, I want you to relax as I prepare you. Can you do that?” He asked.
Neville nodded.
Shiloe grabbed Ducen and cast a cleaning charm, then a lubrication charm on both Neville’s passage and his own free hand, and remembered the contraceptive spell at the last minute, casting it as well. After all, pregnancy at their age was the last thing his Pack needed. They couldn’t have any children this early, and certainly not while Voldemort was still alive and had the main goal of killing Harry before all else.
“Ohh, wow.” Neville breathed as Shiloe’s finger slid into him, gently pushing forward until the whole digit was buried inside him. The feeling was new, but good.
“Like that?” Shiloe asked, wriggling the finger gently.
The finger brushed up against a spot inside Neville that sent pleasure rushing through his body before it centered on his cock, which pulsed. Neville cried out, clutching Shiloe’s shoulders. “Oh, Merlin, do that again!” He requested.
Shiloe chuckled, complying with another wriggle of his finger.
Neville sobbed in pleasure, his back arching. “That feels amazing!” He told Shiloe before he reared up and brought their mouths together hungrily.
Shiloe growled into the fervent kiss as he added a second digit, rubbing against the nub inside Neville again.
Neville’s loud moan was muffled within Shiloe’s mouth, but Shiloe heard it nonetheless, and he was more than pleased that his anchor was enjoying himself so very much.
After the kiss was broken, Shiloe added the third and last finger, watching Neville’s face carefully, determined to stop at the first sign of pain.
Neville’s brow furrowed momentarily, but then his face cleared and he moaned throatily, arching again, then pushing back against the fingers eagerly.
“Yesss.” Neville hissed. “Yes, yes, yes!” He chanted, ending on a scream as Shiloe rubbed all three fingers insistently over his prostate.
Shiloe pulled his fingers free. “Alright, if it hurts too much, tell me, and I WILL stop. I promise.” He said.
Neville nodded, his face flushed and eyes glazed over with his pleasure. His mouth was open, breath whispering over his lips as he panted.
Shiloe aligned himself with Neville’s entrance and pushed in, breeching the hole carefully.
Neville moaned, the moan gaining in volume the further Shiloe pressed, ending on a shout as Shiloe sheathed the last few inches of his length with one thrust. “Okay?” Shiloe asked once Neville’s eyes had uncrossed.
“Oh, yeah.” Neville breathed, shifting his hips. “It’s fantastic!”
Shiloe chuckled and began moving slowly, rubbing up against Neville’s prostate with every slow slide. He moaned as well, resting his forehead against Neville’s as he was forced to still or embarrass himself by leaving his anchor unfinished. “You have no idea how good this feels. So hot and tight. You’re going to love it.”
Neville laughed breathlessly. “Oh, trust me, I already do.” He punctuated the statement by moving his hips, making Shiloe’s cock slip out and back in again shallowly.
Shiloe hissed through his teeth, gripping Neville’s hips in both hands. “Don’t do that. I’m so close just by being in you. Give me a moment.” He said, tension evident in his voice.
Neville stilled. His passage clamped down on Shiloe.
Shiloe glared down at Neville.
“Sorry.” Neville said, then giggled. “I couldn’t help it! It wasn’t on PURPOSE.”
Shiloe sighed. “Well, if I accidentally come in you before you’re done, don’t blame me.”
Neville smirked. “Well you can always just finish me off with your mouth.” He quipped.
Shiloe stared down at him in shock, then laughed. “I can’t believe my sweet, innocent little Neville just talked about sex without blushing!” He said.
Neville DID blush, then. “Well, we ARE doing it, so…” He trailed off, looking at Shiloe. “Can we continue?”
Shiloe chuckled, but obliged. He began moving again.
Neville made an odd sound—an amalgam of whining and mewling—that sent a bolt of pleasure straight to Shiloe’s cock.
Shiloe could feel that Neville’s climax was beginning to approach. He reached down and wrapped his hand around Neville’s cock, fisting it as his thrusts picked up speed and force.
“Oooohhhhh,” Neville’s moan was getting steadily louder and louder, and with just a bit more, Shiloe knew he would—
“MERLIN!” Neville screamed, back arching to an angle that should have been impossible as he came in Shiloe’s hand, copious amounts of come pouring forth from him.
Shiloe smiled and finally let himself thrust twice more before he emptied himself into Neville.
“Mm, that was good. Now, sleep.” Shiloe said to Neville.
Neville, being the obliging type, obediently let out a huge yawn, snuggled up to Shiloe’s chest, and fell asleep.
Shiloe smiled and wrapped his arms around the teen, following him into slumber.
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