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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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I’m not a native speaker of English. Thanks a lot to my betas, remarkable, for correcting this chapter! Dear readers, Wow, I'm so happy about all your reviews. They are so encouraging. So here comes the next chapter for you. AgainAndAgain Characters: Hermione, Draco, Neville, Yorik, Igor, Severus Sexual interactions: Yorik/Hermione, Igor/Neville, Severus/Draco Warnings: public sex, anal, slash,

Chapter 3 – Next Lessons

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“Uh oh,” Neville said, looking alarmed. “They sent the kids out.”

Even Hermione knew by now that it was a sign that one or more dominants wanted to make use of a sub. Looking around, Hermione realized that Tara wasn't there and that made her panic. That could only mean they would come for one of them. Hermione looked over to Amaris and wanted to stand up, but the woman gestured for her to sit down, pointing at a small group of men that were discussing something while the kids were ushered out by their mothers. Yorik and Severus were among the group of men talking.

When all of kids were outside, the doors of the lounge were closed and the jalousies of the big windows that lined the wall along the hallway were closed.

Draco was calming a frightened Neville, who knew that this would be his next lesson. Severus had spoken about it often enough, and there was no turning back now.

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Hermione saw movement out of the corner of her eye, and then Yorik was sitting beside her and had lifted her onto his lap. “Finally, I have time for my little pup. I was looking forward to it all this time.”

Hermione felt cold sweat form on the back of her neck, chills breaking out all over her entire body. There were still a lot of people in the lounge, and Hermione felt all their eyes looking in their direction. “Yorik, please—” She grabbed the arm that was wrapped around her waist.

“Shh, relax. You know we only have six days left. We need to go a step further. Fenrir knows what we’re doing right now. He regrets that he has no time to join us. These are the moments where I love being a beta and not an alpha, with all the fucking alpha duties.”

“I don't think this is a good idea,” Hermione said miserably, a scared look on her face as she eyed Severus and another man who sat down on the couch Draco and Neville were lounging on. The stranger was very muscular and tall. He didn't look cruel, but rather serious. He glanced over at her and then concentrated on Neville.

“I'm Igor, sub,” the tall man said with a heavy Russian accent.

Neville gulped and tried to crawl away.

“Neville, we already spoke about this,” Severus said while he undressed Draco. “You know you want to make Igor happy. Feel it inside yourself, Neville.”

Neville whimpered. He wanted to make Severus happy; he was sure about that. Therefore, he did what Severus asked him to do. He closed his eyes like Severus had taught him and tried to smell and feel. He could smell Igor's arousal and his strength. He smelled like his own pack; Ages' pack. He didn't belong to Roland, then. That observation helped Neville relax a bit.

“Why don't you come up onto my lap? Then you can smell me as much as you like,” Igor offered, trying to sound less frightening.

Neville nodded and slowly crawled onto Igor's lap. He feared the man would use this as an opportunity to touch and undress him, but Igor just sat there and waited.

“Lean against my chest and inhale deeply. Relax. I won't touch you right away!” Igor instructed the shaking sub.

Neville did what Igor said. Slowly, he started to feel safer with the man. He seemed to be okay. Severus wouldn't let Igor use him if he wasn't a good guy. Eventually, the smell of strength and safety overtook Neville, and he started to melt and meow against Igor's chest. The tall man rested one of his big hands on the lad’s back and started to draw slow and calming circles over it. After a while he said, “I will undress you now, sub.”

Neville whimpered again. Every time someone called him sub he felt dirty and weak. Only when Severus called him his little sub did he like it.

“Call him Neville, Igor. It isn't necessary to tell him each step in advance. Just do each step when you feel he’s ready for it,” Severus instructed.

“All right,” Igor replied. Igor gave the impression he wasn't that high in rank, but that didn’t seem quite right. No, it was rather that he didn’t mind taking orders, unlike some of the other dominants. That little detail made Neville feel even safer. All of the lower dominants he had met were more kindly than the higher ranks, so it would come as a surprise if Igor was a higher ranking werewolf. Only the very young dominants in the lower ranks were different. They were a nuisance, always trying to grab for Neville or Draco and trying to shove their fingers into them or fondle their genitals. Draco really was taking care of him, and he showed him how to escape the assaults without causing an uproar.

Igor positioned Neville so he was facing him, his legs dangling down on either side of Igor’s legs. Then he lifted Neville's top over his head.

Neville blushed. He hated his body, and Severus wasn't able to break him of this feeling. That Severus forced him to eat so much made Neville feel even fatter.

“Beautiful,” Igor said, cupping Neville's small tits.

Neville looked away, ashamed, but that made him aware of the other dominants that stood around them and watched the show. He squeezed his eyes shut so he didn’t have to see anything.

“Open your eyes, Neville,” Igor instructed, turning Neville face to him. “I want to see your eyes and your face while I pleasure you.”

Neville's face burned even more when Igor took both of his small tits and squeezed them. Neville wished he had a flat chest like Draco, and a flat and muscular stomach as well, but he was just fat. When Severus insisted that he eat even more food at the next meal, he would soon feel even fatter.

“They are wonderful. Do you not like it when I touch you there?”

Neville whimpered. Of course he liked the feeling of Igor's hands on his chest. Especially when he ran his thumbs over his nipples or squeezed them lightly, but he still hated his looks, and now everyone was seeing him naked.

“Answer me,” Igor said more strictly. Neville immediately felt the urge to please the dominant.

“I'm fat.”

Igor looked surprised. “You are perfect. The pack doesn't need another splinter like Draco.”

“Thanks, Igor. I’ll remember that,” Draco said, earning a swat from Severus for his cheekiness. The moan Neville could hear as a reaction to the swat told him that Severus must already be balls-deep inside Draco. The boy loved to be spanked while Severus’ long cock was pressing against his prostate.

Igor chuckled, which give Neville a feeling of ease and comfort again. When the big man pulled Neville sideways over his lap, the boy feared he would get a spanking. In reality, Igor just pulled Neville's shorts off and positioned him back on his lap in the old position again. As if he had predicted it, Igor grabbed Neville's hands before they could hide his genitals. “Don't do that!”

Neville whimpered but obeyed.

“Keep your balance.” After giving Neville the warning, Igor spread his legs and Neville felt a cold breeze over his exposed bum. He could hear Hermione making whimpering sounds and low moans behind him. He hoped most of the dominants would watch her and not him. Neville held his balance with one hand on Igor's leg and one on his shoulder. A loud squeak escaped him when the man cupped his sac in one hand and his already half-hard cock in the other.

Oh, Merlin, that man knew what he was doing! Neville couldn't stop himself from making all kinds of embarrassing noises and rocking himself in Igor's hands. When he was close to orgasm, Igor's hand let go of his sac and a finger prodded Neville's entrance. Neville couldn't stop himself from squeezing his butt cheeks together in fear.

“Stop that!” Igor commanded, pumping Neville's cock more quickly. Neville started to feel dizzy and could only concentrate on the sensation building in his cock. Everything else was phased out. Igor shoved his long finger in his arse up to the last knuckle and Neville squirmed in protest. The squirming was rewarded with a stop to the pleasuring of his cock, and a warning shove with the finger in his arse. “Stop fighting.”

Neville remembered what Severus had said about what to say and not say to the dominants during sex. “Please, not dry,” he whimpered.

“Of course not. We just need to wait a moment.” The squeezing and pulling on his cock started again. Pleasure took over, and when Igor started to move his finger, it was just uncomfortable, but not painful. When a second finger joined the first, Neville whimpered again. “Burns.”

The fingers stopped and waited a moment until more lube was produced. After a few more thrusts and scissoring, the fingers pushed in as far as possible.

Neville squirmed a bit. The man had very long fingers. They were not as long as Severus’ cock but still, it was an odd feeling to be impaled with the fingers in so deep. The hand on Neville's cock stopped stroking, and now it was opening Igor's trousers. Neville concentrated on the sensation in his arse. It felt so good, and he slowly rocked himself on the fingers. He heard chuckles around him which made him stop and bite his bottom lip in shame.

“If I hear anyone chuckle again, I will castrate him the moment I'm finished,” Igor thundered.

That caused ripples of pleasure to go through Neville's body, and he would have come if Igor hadn't grabbed for the base of his cock. Igor was protecting him. He was taking care of him. Neville wanted to make Igor happy. It seemed Igor wasn't a low-level werewolf after all. Neville could feel the people around them step backwards a bit.

“Wait for me, Neville,” Igor instructed while he gripped the base of Neville's cock to stop him from coming.

Neville whimpered. He would have loved to come, but if Igor didn't want him to, he wouldn't.

“You can come as often as you want while my cock is in your arse, but not before.”

Neville nodded. He wanted to be a good little sub.

When Igor finally had pulled his cock out, Neville looked at it, transfixed. He licked his lips and wanted to taste it. It was cut, not like Severus,' and it was very long and thick. It was shorter and thicker than Severus’ cock also. That made Neville feel a bit worried.

Igor had seen Neville licking his lips. “Not today, my sweetie. Maybe another day. I'm too fucking hard to wait any longer just to let you taste it.” With that, he gave Neville's hole a few more thrusts with his fingers until Neville was moaning and wriggling. Then, with speed that took Neville's breath away, Igor lifted him and pressed him down on his thick cock.

Neville squeaked in surprise and tried to stop Igor when he was placed on the head of Igor's cock, but the man was too fast and too strong. Neville felt himself slide down on Igor's cock. He felt full; too full. It wasn't pain, but an oh-so-big sort of pressure. Neville's knees were on the couch now and he tried to push himself up so the pressure would lessen.

“Ah, ah, ah,” Igor said and gripped Neville's legs, still holding him down on his cock. “You are not in pain. I would smell it if you were, so just relax.”

Neville whimpered when Igor pulled at his feet to straighten them and push them to his shoulders. Neville was unable to move himself up, and that position pressed him down on Igor's cock even more. Igor grabbed him under his shoulders and pulled his upper body closer to his chest and Neville's legs. Neville never had been very athletic or flexible, so he felt an uncomfortable stretch in his lower back, but it was quickly overpowered when Igor started to make rocking movements, hitting Neville's prostate every time. Neville quickly felt the pressure becoming more and more intense, and he knew he would come soon. He didn't want to disappoint Igor, so he tried to hold back. He closed his eyes and tried to think about something else.

“What are you doing,” Igor growled. He had stopped his rocking.

Neville's eyes snapped open. “I... I... I didn't want to disappoint you.”

“Disappoint me with what?”

“Coming,” Neville whispered.

Igor groaned and started to rock again. “I told you that you could come as often as you want while my cock is inside you. I would really like to see you come more than once.” To make his point, he started to rock harder, and Neville was in heaven. Igor’s cock was lying in the perfect position inside of him. Even so, the position he was in was a bit awkward. After a short time, Neville shot come all over his stomach and squeezed down on the cock inside of him, as if he wanted to suck it in deeper.

“Yes, that's right, sub,” Igor said lustily. “Now we will show our friends here how quick you can get hard again.” With that, he pulled out of Neville and turned him away from Severus and in the direction of the open room and the dominants who were watching them.

Neville's mind was still too dazed to feel embarrassed when Igor pressed Neville's back against his chest and grabbed Neville's legs under his knees.

Igor spread Neville's legs wide for everyone to see the beautiful small cock and balls that were covered in seed now. Then he let Neville drop down on his cock again in one hard thrust.

Neville squeaked when he was filled again. It had happened so suddenly that he wasn't prepared for it, but he was well lubed up, so it didn't hurt. His cock made a jump because Igor had hit his prostate.

“Such an eager little dick.” Igor chuckled and moved Neville up and down in quick succession over his cock. Neville was screaming in pleasure now. He was oversensitive from his first orgasm and he didn't care that he saw the other dominants wanking, and some even spurting on him. He just concentrated on the cock inside of him and the powerful dominant behind him. It all felt so good. He felt the pressure again, and this time he could feel Igor behind him nearing his peak as well. He didn't hold back and came screaming, spurting his almost translucent seed at the still-wanking dominants in front of him, and was hit with more come in return. Igor followed him shortly after. His grunts and groans were deep, and in Neville's opinion, very erotic. He could feel the cock in him pulsate while Igor still moved him up and down over it. Then Igor stilled and pulled Neville close to his chest, kissing his neck and letting his hands wander down over Neville's come-covered body. He swung one leg over Neville's outspread ones and pinned Neville like that completely. Then he let his free hand travel down to Neville's over-sensitive groin and started to massage Neville's spent cock.

Neville whimpered and tried to move. That was when he realized how immobilized he was with Igor's arm over his chest and Igor’s legs over his legs. It was not painful, but uncomfortable in an odd way. It was hard to differ between pleasure and discomfort.

“There is no way out, Neville. Relax! Just show us your lovely cock again and how good you can come. That's the benefit of a submissive. They can come so often it is a miracle.”

Neville wanted to make Igor happy, as well as all of the dominants that stood around him, some standing still, and some wanking again.

“Look at them, Neville. Do you know how much they want to ram their cocks in your sweet arse and touch your nipples, or your balls, or your beautiful cock? Do you know how horny they all are? Look at them, their cocks all longing for you,” Igor’s s voice traveled, hot and heavy into his ear while the big man nibbled at his earlobe.

Neville felt more and more aroused by Igor's talk. Yes, he could see that the dominants liked his body and that they all wanted to fuck him. Neville wanted to fuck them as well. He moaned and bucked with all his strength against the restraining arms and legs of Igor. The man chuckled behind him. “Yes, you can feel it. You know how much they desire your body. Now give them what they want to see. Come for them, and for me.”

The sex talk, and the wonderfully skilled hand on his cock, made Neville explode only a second later. This time, after only two waves of pleasure ripped through his cock, Neville came so hard the room started to spin just before his world went black.

I hope you liked this smutty chapter after the last plot chapter. Next chapter you will read about Hermione's experiences during this 'session'. Please review!
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