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Just Submit 2	By : grugster Category: Harry Potter > Threesomes/Moresomes Views: 190272 -:- Recommendations : 5 -:- Currently Reading : 18
Disclaimer: Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter and make no money from writing this story. All recognizable characters belong to J.K. Rowling, and I am not earning anything by writing this story.

Chapter List
- 37
- 38
- 39
Pairings: Hermione/Severus, Hermione/Draco/Neville, Draco/Calan, Hermione/Igor

Other characters: Yorik, Nick

Warnings: Sex, Voyeurism, Het, Anal M/F, M/M

Chapter 38 – Talking to Severus

“Are you scared?” Hermione asked while she watched Severus organize his and Neville's wardrobe.

“Of what? The Shaman?”

“That too, but I meant the Eldest. They seem to be so... so angry with you. I'm worried.”

Severus snorted. “I'm sure that's one of the reasons they overreacted. They hope you will change me.”

“Change you? What’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing, but they don't understand that. They only see black and white. Be a werewolf or a human. Nothing in-between is normal for them. That's why people like Darius or Goran keep to themselves. Too bad I can't, being the head beta. That makes me a main target. I’m lucky in that Ages isn't so medieval in his thinking.” Severus came over to the bed and watched her thoughtfully. “There is nothing to worry about.”

Hermione sighed. Severus speaking with her like this made her uncomfortable. The wolf in her growled. She wanted to understand, so she asked, “What will the Shaman do?”

“Just talk. You don't have to worry. Just answer his questions and everything will be alright.”

“Questions?”

“He is akin to a mind healer, except he reports to the Eldest about what he finds.”

“Oh...” Hermione was worried about the meeting. The episodes where she remembered her past so vividly made her scared. She had a little hope the Shaman could help her, but the fear that he would tell the Eldest something that would make them treat her like they treated Severus scared her even more.

Severus realized that Hermione was ruminating about her fears, so he sat down beside her and lifted her chin. “There is nothing to be scared about, Hermione.”

She didn't like him calling her Hermione. That wasn't a good sign. The Eldest wouldn't behave like they had if the behavior wasn't dangerous. “I think there is, Head Beta. Those memories scare me, and what do they think you are doing? They always say you play a dangerous game with your wolf.”

Severus sighed and let go of her chin. “I keep my wizard mind and my memories, but I don't see anything wrong with it. Darius and Goran keep a part of their wizard minds as well, even you do.”

His eyes were different to his normal eyes, and Hermione’s heart leapt with fear. She took his face in her hands and looked deeply into them. “Maybe they’re right. It's not good if you keep your wizard mind and let it override your wolf. We’re not humans anymore, Sev... head beta.”

“Something in me is, and I don't want to lose it,” Severus answered seriously. “I can control it.”

She didn't know why but she suddenly knew it really was a dangerous game and she wanted it to stop. “You can't, please! You need to stop.”

Severus sighed again. “You don't know what you’re talking about.” He laid his hands over hers and tried to push them down.

Hermione wouldn't let him; she didn't like the color of his eyes. Without a warning she crushed her lips over his and pushed him backwards. Immediately, his eyes became yellow and he flipped her over so he was on top. “Pup!” he growled in warning.

“Head Beta.”

He growled again, knowing full well what she was doing and what she was trying to convey with her behavior.

“Please, I just know it isn't a good thing to mess with. I can feel it.”

She cupped his cheeks again while he hovered over her. “Never let this yellow ring around your pupils disappear ever again. You can allow it to thin if you must but never allow it to go away completely ever again! I don't like it when you feel the need to call me Hermione. The clan needs you, and I need you. You are the best beta we could have. Please!”

“You want the wolf?” His eyes became fully yellow again. “You can have it!” He quickly fumbled with his belt and zipper, pushed her skirt up and entered her in one go to the hilt.

She hissed in pain but it quickly morphed into sensual pleasure. He was so dominant, so manly so... she couldn't even name it. He looked deep into her eyes, and she had the feeling she was looking directly into the soul of Severus' wolf. It was animalistic and hard, but Hermione was in total bliss. Their union felt so perfect, as if they were two halves of one whole come together.

His thrusting, strong and hard from the start, took on a fevered pitch as he rode the pup mercilessly, stroking her long and deep with his cock. Severus’ mouth seemed to be all over, nipping and biting, her nails scoring furrows into his flesh as she approached her apex.

Hermione cried out as she climaxed, boiling over with pure pleasure, Severus finishing with a loud grunt inside her clenching pussy.

When they were both finished, Hermione was covered in bite marks and his back was covered in scratches. “That was... wow,” Hermione said dreamily.

Severus snorted. “It's a miracle how you can manipulate us.”

Hermione turned to lay halfway on his chest, looking at him. “You are a wolf, Severus. We cannot run away from what we are.”

Severus laughed. “I'm not running away, pup. I just like to be independent. I don't want to be like everyone else just because the Eldest want it that way. Our head alpha likes that I'm not like all the others.”

Hermione grinned. “He thinks you’re interesting. I can see how he looks at you. He’s not only admiring your skills as a beta.”

Severus rolled his eyes. “Stop thinking about that; you already planted the stupid idea in his head. It won't happen.”

“But you already do it together, don't you? Mind-talk can only be done by alphas and beta's who are intimate, aside from domination fucks.”

“You are way too curious, pup.”

He pulled her on top of him.

“Trying to distract me?”

“Yes.” He pushed his hardening member up against her Mons. “And it's working.” He grinned triumphantly.

Hermione laughed. “Yes, it is, oh great head beta. And I can see the yellow in your eyes becoming more prominent again. I like it.”

“I get the message, pup.”

She slipped slightly forward and then impaled herself on him on her way back down.

“Vixen.”

She grinned and started to ride him.

X-X

Hermione felt much better when she headed to the lounge. She was sure Severus would be more careful now to never push his wolf down completely. Hermione felt like talking to Draco and Neville, so she hoped they would be in the lounge.

“Better?” Draco asked eagerly, standing up when she came over to the couch he and Neville had been resting on.

Hermione had intended to talk with him, but when she looked at him, something came over her; his beautiful green eyes and that slightly shy and uncertain grin on his face had her stomach in knots and her wolf coming to the fore. Suddenly, all of her insecurities about the upcoming visit of the Shaman and the odd topics of the talk with the Clan Council took a toll on her; she was in need of some comfort just now.

Draco was surprised when Hermione attacked him with her lips, but quickly regained his control and made use of the situation. It was the first time that Hermione had started something between them. Normally, he had to beg and use tricks to have some fun with her. Fenrir had given his okay for them to play around whenever they wanted because he realized that they wouldn't jump each other very often.

“Need you,” Hermione whispered against Draco's lips while she ripped his shirt apart. Her mind was already dazed as so often when she was lost in pleasure. Only her partner counted when she was in this state and her surroundings became blurred.

Draco was still aware of his surroundings and tried to slow Hermione down, as the mothers had problems gathering their kids fast enough to move them out of the lounge. Even some dominants were helping them and others started quickly shutting the blinds on the windows to the hall. When all kids were out, Draco grabbed Hermione and threw her on the coffee table. She had already opened his trousers. Today, he had chosen to wear the leather pants she liked so much. It seemed it was the right decision.

When he kissed her forcefully, she pushed him away a bit to pant, “Sweet sex, please; sweet, submissive sex.”

Draco smiled at her. “Okay, pup.” Then he kissed her more sensually while he stimulated her with his hands until she begged him to go on and take her. He entered her slowly, looking deep into her eyes all the while. Slow motions drew their love game on and on, longer than they had ever done it before, and in the end they both came with an almost crying sort of moan, embracing one other tightly.

“What a show,” Neville breathed heavily, tucking his spent cock back in shorts.

“You are so insensitive, Neville,” Hermione said, annoyed. “Draco is really rubbing off on you.”

Draco laughed and moved off Hermione and the coffee table.

Hermione rearranged her skirt and blushed when she realized how many dominants were around them.

“At least you have your clothes. You ripped my shirt completely.”

“Ah, we will buy you new ones, and your pants are still intact,” Calan said as he grabbed Draco over the sub’s now-covered crotch.

Draco hissed when the big hand closed over his oversensitive private parts. When Calan didn't stop gripping him, he started to moan and wriggle for more friction. Calan's other hand worked to open Draco's pants again, and then he bent him over the coffee table. He quickly prepared him and then pushed into Draco.

“Merlin,” Draco moaned.

“No, just me, Calan,” the man chuckled while he took Draco hard.

When Draco had spilled his seed again, his feet gave out and Calan had to hold him in place with an arm around his waist until he had finished as well.

After that, Draco, Hermione, and Neville lay for a long time cuddling on the big comfy couch. Hermione told them about the council and the Shaman who would come.

Draco assured her that the meeting with the Shaman would be okay. He had had to see him twice, first because he was so confused about his wanton behavior and his fighting against it, and later because he had some bad nightmares. The first problem took just one talk with the Shaman and he had felt much better and accepted his place in the clan. The other problem took some more meetings and talks and even some mind work with the Shaman.

“He is able to look in your head and help rearrange some memories or find problems you yourself couldn't solve. If you trust him, it works very well. He won't do anything like Obliviate you. He will explain it to you. Don't worry.”

“I hope you’re right.” Hermione snuggled closer to Draco.

“I am. Like I said, he’s helped me, so he will help you as well.”

“What about Severus?”

“He doesn't want help. The Shaman will just try to reason with him.”

Hermione hugged Draco tight. It was as if Neville sensed that she needed it, for he hugged her from behind as well.

Hermione felt loved. “I'm so glad I have you two.”

“And we are so glad we have you.”

“Yes,” Neville whispered into her hair. “I don't know how I would have survived without you.”

“I'm happy here. Does that make me a bad person? I know I shouldn't. They...”

“Pup, it’s totally useless to worry about thoughts like that. We are werewolves now, and when we feel happy, why should we feel guilty? It won't undo what’s been done, and worrying too much would only make us miserable,” Draco explained.

“It sounds so reasonable but feels so wrong sometimes,” Hermione whispered.

X-X

“Oh my, have you seen the queue that’s formed in front of the guestroom the Shaman is in? He’s been in there the whole day and the queue never gets any shorter; if one leaves, another joins the queue. I bet he has to stay for months this time and not just a week,” Draco said while he cuddled with Hermione and Neville on one of the big couches in the lounge. It was the white one, and it seemed it had become their special meeting place the past few weeks that had gone by.

“Let us have some cuddles as well,” Yorik flirted when he sauntered over with Igor and big Nick. He disentangled Hermione from the other subs and lifted her on his lap. Igor grabbed for Neville and Draco ended up on Nick's lap.

Nick was seldom seen in the lounge, but Draco knew him well enough to let the dominant cuddle with him. The man was around thirty-two and a level three hunter. They normally were all called warriors but some of them went on a hunting kick and almost never did anything else. Nick was one of them and as Draco knew of this, he called the other wolf a hunter in his mind.

Igor replied to what they had heard when they came over to the subs. “The Shaman won't just stay for a week, but I'm sure it won't be more than a month. He is needed in other clans as well. I think most of their problems are very similar.” He gestured with his head to the queue you could see through the big windows of the lounge.

“I thought he was just called because of my memory flashes and Se... the head beta's... ehm...”

Yorik chuckled and tickled Hermione, letting his hands wander under her shirt. “Our head beta's what?”

“You’re stupid. You know exactly what I mean.”

“Oh look, our pup is nervous,” Yorik teased her as the other dominants chuckled. “While he’s here, he’ll listen to everyone in the clan who has a problem or is worrying about something. No worries, you will see him soon enough.”

Hermione growled lightly, which caused the dominants to chuckle again. She was not one bit eager to see the Shaman. It made her very nervous and she hoped the queue would never end and keep the Shaman occupied.

They were just sitting there, the hands of the dominants absentmindedly stroking the pup and subs while they talked about some embarrassing hunting mistakes of lower grades. The subs just dozed while enjoying the ministrations of the dominants.

Hermione's gaze wandered from time to time to Igor, but when he looked at her, she quickly looked away. She was nervous around him, fearing she had disappointed him greatly with her refusal to mate with him or anyone else other than her mates while she had been in her wolf form.

“Let's switch, Yorik. I think I need to go somewhere private with the pup,” Igor growled when he started getting frustrated by Hermione's odd behavior.

Hermione tensed, but Yorik seemed to agree with his friend, so Hermione was thrown over Igor's shoulder and carried out of the lounge. For the first time, Hermione saw the room in which the warriors entertained themselves with the subs, from the inside. She had heard from Draco that it was very cozy, and she had to agree.

Igor put her down, and Hermione wriggled her toes in the red, fluffy carpet. After Igor turned the sign on the door to private, he closed the door.

Hermione bit her bottom lip nervously when Igor turned to her.

“So what is it, pup?” Igor asked imperiously as he crossed his arms over his chest.

“No... nothing,” Hermione stuttered.

Igor groaned and scooped her up. “Come on, pup, you are not going to leave the room before you tell me why you look at me so oddly and smell like fear.” He sat down on the big red bed with Hermione on his lap. “I'm listening, pup.”

Hermione sighed, knowing there would be no way around explaining her reaction. “I... I was worried that you were mad at me because of the full moon.”

Igor looked puzzled. “Sorry, but I have no idea what you are on about, pup.”

Hermione sighed again and looked away from him. “I know you were one of those dominants who hoped to mate with me during the full moon, and I refused.”

“Yes, I was, but I always knew my chances were small. Your wolf is much more critical than your human influenced mind.”

“But... it's so difficult to describe. It just felt wrong. I didn't even feel like mating with Fenrir. This is all so confusing.” Hermione threw up her hands in frustration.

“You think too much, pup. Just do what feels right. You had some fun with your other mates.”

“Yes, but not with all of them; just the new ones and Yorik.”

“And that is wrong, why?”

Hermione stared at the closed door, wishing herself out of the room. “It can't be right.”

“Oh my, the Shaman will have a lot of work to do with you, pup. I can only tell you it is perfectly fine with me that you chose not to mate with me in your wolf form.” He grinned. “Not that I give up hope that someday you will change your mind.”

Hermione smiled weakly, but she really meant it. Igor could be so dominant and serious but in the same moment, very sweet.

“Ah, that smells much better, pup,” Igor said and started to kiss her.

Hermione moaned and pressed Igor down on the bed, her center already dripping.

“Oh no, pup, I'm not one of those you can manhandle.” He quickly rolled them over so he was lying on top of her. He quickly pushed Hermione's top under her armpits and sucked on her breasts. When the sub was wriggling and moaning uncontrollably, he lifted her legs to her shoulders, and finally to the head of the bed.

Something snug was strapped around Hermione's ankles while Igor held her feet close to the metallic head of the bed. Before Hermione's mind understood what happened, her ankles were bound to the bed and she was in an uncomfortable, stretched position with her knees at her shoulders.

“Igor,” Hermione protested, but the man quickly silenced her by kissing her again, while he removed his clothes between snatches of more kisses.

When Igor was naked, he started to lick her pussy and when she was dazed enough not to protest, he started to rim her.

Hermione wriggled in pleasure when Igor's tongue penetrated her tight sphincter while his fingers played around with her clit and vagina. She didn't even worry about what his attention to her pucker meant, Igor was just too good with distracting her with other intimate touches.

After what seemed like hours, Igor rose up again to kiss her. At first Hermione crinkled her nose, knowing where his mouth had just been. Then, she remembered a conversation she had had with Tara. The girl had explained to her that as subs, their bodies were always clean down there. The lube they produced was even an antiseptic. She enjoyed Igor's kisses until she felt the tip of his cock at her rear entrance.

Feeling her tense up, Igor grabbed between her legs to tease her clit until she relaxed some more and allowed him to slip in. Again, he had to wait for her to adjust to the size of his big cock, but then he was able to push in fully.

Hermione couldn't decide if her back hurt more or if the pleasure was overtaking it. It changed from moment to moment. “Please let me loose, Igor,” she panted when the pain was too much for her.

He reached for her feet but instead of letting them free, he simply loosened them. Her tailbone was now on the mattress, and Igor scooped her legs under her knees. They were still bent to an extent where she had no control over them, but it was much more comfortable and the pleasure now overwhelmed her.

The dominant slid in and out slowly at first, allowing her to adjust, but soon he was pounding into her fully, his handsome, rugged face drawn tight with pleasure and concentration.

Igor felt so wonderful filling her arse with his large cock, and she cried out as he filled her so exquisitely. The dominant brought his thick fingers between them and played with her clit, strumming it over and over until Hermione was gushing and babbling around him.

He continued to stroke in and out of her, faster and harder, reaching down to kiss her until his back arched, pelvis tight with the soft globes of her arse. For a long minute he came inside of her, tangling tongues with her until he released from within.

Hermione was only able to smile up at him shyly, and the big Russian finally let go of his stoic demeanor and cut her a sincere, satisfied grin in return.

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