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Thanks a lot to my betas, remarkable, for correcting this chapter!

Dear readers, Okay now the time has already come were you slowly loose interest, right? Not as many reviews as I normally got from your even though Fenrir was part of the last chapter. Nevertheless, the juicy party between Fenrir, Yorik and Neville goes on. I hope some of you still enjoy it!

AgainAndAgain

Characters: Fenrir, Yorik, Neville

Sexual interactions:Fenrir/Yorik/Neville

Warnings: slash, threesome, anal, oral

Chapter 9 – More Lessons

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“If you wait long enough for your erection to fade, I will punish you again.”

That made Neville peek up at Fenrir. So the alpha knew? Of course he knew. The alpha had his dick trapped between his thighs.

Fenrir squeezed his legs together to tease Neville.

“Why don't you leave him be in that position, and I’ll shove some of these in his ass,” Yorik said enthusiastically, lifting the bowl.

Now Neville tried to stand up and look behind him, but it was too late. With one hand Fenrir pressed his lower back down on his lap and with the other he held Neville's head in place. “You had your chance. Now you are at our mercy.”

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Neville whimpered. He was trapped on Fenrir's lap, and he couldn't see what was happening behind him. He knew Yorik would do something to him because the man had given him hints with his teasing. Neville's cock jerked in anticipation between Fenrir's thighs even though Neville's mind was scared, anticipating what the two men had planned.

Yorik chuckled when he took one of the small ice cubes out of the bowl. They had melted already and were as big as grapes now. They would easily go into the small sub's ass. Yorik took Neville's left leg that was laying at the front of the couch. The sub yelped because Fenrir hadn’t let go of his erection, so he felt an uncomfortable stretch when he was urged to lower his leg to the floor.

Neville tried to wiggle away when he felt a finger shoved harshly into his entrance. The burning made him wince but it was soon replaced by a squeak when Yorik inserted the first ice cube into his burning hole. First it felt good, very soothing; then it became too cold and he tried to push it out. That earned him a smack and a finger was placed over his hole.

“It will stay in! Your body heat is much higher than that of a human and you can stand it,” Yorik said. Neville could hear him grab another cube out of the bowl. “And more will follow.”

Neville didn't have the time to press the last cube out when Yorik lifted his finger because the next one was shoved into him immediately. Neville whimpered and tried to wriggle away.

“What is it with you subs that you always complain and whimper and wriggle even though it is so obvious that you like what we do to you?” Fenrir asked and gave Neville's cock another squeeze with his thighs.

Yorik chuckled. “Oh, you’re so right, oh mighty alpha.” He shoved another cube into Neville.

“Please no more,” Neville whimpered. It wasn't painful but he had an odd feeling in his guts. It was arousing but still a bit scary.

“What is your safe word, sub?” Fenrir asked and gestured for Yorik to stop.

Neville tried to concentrate but the coldness in his arse made it hard. “Spinach.”

“Good. When will you say it?”

“When I really can't take it,” Neville said miserably.

“Good. I just wanted to be sure. So let’s have more fun now.” He quickly turned Neville so his arse was facing him, and he pressed Neville's upper body down to face the floor while he spread his legs. Then Fenrir crossed his legs over Neville's back, so the sub was trapped between the couch and his legs.

Neville could see nothing besides the black couch and a small part of the carpet. He felt so exposed and trapped. His arse was facing Fenrir while the alpha held his entrance closed so he wasn't able to push the cubes out. Neville could still feel them inside his body even though they were much smaller already. In his new position he feared the water would run deep into his body and make him ill.

Fenrir quickly added more cubes with Yorik's help, testing from time to time to see if the sub was still hard. This evening would push the little sub a bit harder. He needed to learn to accept his kinkier side, realizing that he could receive pleasure from actions or situations that normally would have repulsed or scared him.

“Do you want me to make the coldness go away, sub?” Fenrir asked, drawing calming circles on Neville's back.

“Please,” Neville said. The awkward position made the blood flow into his head and he felt a bit panicked being so restrained in his movements. Neville's back was released and he was hauled up, a finger still attached to his hole. He felt the water move around inside of him, or he might imagined it, and it made him feel a bit sick. Before he could dwell on the feeling he was impaled on Fenrir's thick cock.

The stretch was very uncomfortable, but not painful. His entrance had been slick from his own lube and the water of the ice cubes. It felt very odd to have that much liquid in his bowel and he feared he would soil Fenrir. They were in the middle of their living room.

“Oh, fuck, that's weird.” Fenrir felt the still-cold liquid flow over his balls. He could even feel some solid ice cubes against his erection. “Remind me not to listen to your stupid ideas in the future, or at least let <i>you</i> stick your cock into his freezing arsehole.”

“Oh come on, alpha, it should already be heated up a bit,” Yorik said, hoping he would be invited to play soon,

“Tell that my cock.”

Neville was lost in his pleasure. The thick, hot cock in his arse melted the ice cubes and he could feel the pressure in his guts lessen while more and more water flooded out of him each time Fenrir pulled his cock back.

Fenrir pushed the sub down on his, back over his legs and ordered Yorik to sit down on the coffee table. His beta obeyed like a good trained dog, or even better, an over-eager pup.

“Have you already let someone fuck your mouth, Neville?” Fenrir asked while he plunged into the boy.

“Blowjob,” Neville whispered, trying hard to focus on Fenrir's words. Severus had told him it was important to stay coherent and listen to the dominants.

“Not a real blowjob, sub,” Yorik said while pulling the coffee table closer. “Letting someone fuck your throat as if he would fuck your hole. Just relaxing as much as possible and let the dominant do the work.”

Neville shook his head miserably. Again he was inexperienced and couldn't pleasure the dominants.

“No problem, you’re here to learn,” Yorik said and took Neville's head in his hands. “I will bend your head down now. Don't try to push against me or try to wriggle or you could damage your neck. The moment I push my cock into you, you won't be able to tell me your safe word, if necessary. Take this and hold it very tight.” Yorik pressed a red cloth in Neville's hand. “Let it fall if you want us to stop because you can't take it anymore, but I hope that you’ll at least try it. You’ll gag a few times, but as a super sub, you should be able to adjust.”

“It wouldn't make you less of a sub if you make us stop because you are hurt or frightened,” Fenrir, who had stilled his thrusting through Yorik's explanation, added.

“Relax,” Yorik said while he bent Neville's head backwards.

Neville yelped in surprise when Fenrir started to massage his balls and dick while Yorik pressed his thumbs in Neville's mouth to spread it. Neville's neck already ached. This was very uncomfortable. He could see the edge of the table and the floor. Everything was upside down, of course. Yorik instructed him to relax his jaw while he shoved his thick cock into Neville’s mouth.

It felt weird and Neville feared they would break his neck if either moved too heatedly. He gave his life to these guys, but still deep in his chest, it was a good feeling. He couldn't anticipate when they would move or what Fenrir was doing with his cock and balls. Each caress, each thrust was a surprise. At first, Yorik wasn't going deeper into his mouth, and he held his head very securely so as to not hurt Neville.

Neville's cock was pumped harder and he wanted to buck but he was restrained completely. Yorik was hitting the back of his throat from time to time and Neville gagged, but each time it happened Yorik gave him time to relax and breathe again. He gave him soothing instructions on how to relax his jaw and throat better, and when he did just the smallest thing right, he was praised.

Fenrir was adding more finesse to his finger play on Neville's genitals. Neville would have come already if his whole body didn't ache from the stretch, and if Fenrir hadn’t been able to read him so well as to stop whenever he was reaching his peak. Neville couldn't whimper and he was concentrating hard to be a good sub. The little butterflies in his chest made a funny dance whenever one of them praised him. Yes, he was a good sub. They wanted him and he was making them happy.

“Okay Neville, I'm close. I will soon shove my cock deep into your throat like you accepted it a few times before without choking, but this time I won't pull back before I have released my whole load into you. Remember, I won’t let you choke to death. You’ll be just fine when this is all over.”

It cost Yorik a lot of will power to speak to the sub when he was so close. How he had come to be part of the teaching crew for the new sub was beyond his imagination and he was surprised that he was coping so well. It seemed not only his alpha had done an about-face.

Neville tried not to be afraid, but he failed. He clutched the red cloth in his hand so as not to let it fall, even though he wished he could throw it far away from him. He wanted Yorik and Fenrir to be proud of him. They had been so nice. When Yorik sped up and grunted, Neville knew the man was close. He shut his eyes tight, tears running out of his eyes uncontrollably. Suddenly his throat was filled with slick cum and Neville felt the need to gag and threw up heavily. He couldn't move his head and he couldn't breathe. He panicked and as much as he hated it he let the cloth fall in his panic of being choked to death. Immediately the cock was pulled out of his mouth, come still shooting on his chin and on his hair while he was hauled up and placed against Fenrir who petted his back to stop the choking and coughing.

Neville could hear Fenrir's soothing words from far away, and as soon as the coughing started, the sobs escaped him as he choked out apologies over and over.

“Shh, Neville,” Fenrir said. He knew that using the subs’ name would calm him faster. “You did very well. There is nothing to be sorry about.” Damn, he was behaving like a woman, like a mother. Fenrir felt himself blush for the first time in a very long time. He was confused to find that he liked his new role. Hermione had changed him a lot in the last few days.

“Hey, sweetie, you were great. I never had a better face fuck before,” Yorik said against his ear while he let himself flop down beside Fenrir. “You’re much better than Tara or Draco are at doing that.”

That comment made Neville look up doubtfully.

“You can believe me,” Yorik said, amused over the doubtful expression on the sub. “You were great. Severus will be proud to hear about your performance.”

Neville smiled shyly. He had made Yorik happy even though he had let the cloth drop. His throat hurt, and he swallowed painfully against it.

“Wait, there are still some ice cubes in there,” Yorik said and took the bowl from the floor.

Thankfully, Neville let Yorik feed him ice cubes until the ugly taste in his throat and the burning faded slowly.

“Ready to finish this?” Fenrir said, amused, thrusting his hips upward.

That was when Neville realized that he was still impaled on Fenrir's still-hard cock. “Oh, I'm sorry.”

Fenrir chuckled. “You say that quite often, sub. If I wanted you to notice it earlier, I would have told you so.” Fenrir caressed Neville's chest and then gently coaxed Neville's member to hardness again.

Neville mewled and moaned and rocked his hips to get more friction.

“Yes, that’s my brave little sub. I love to hear your cute voice. Whimper for me.” Fenrir pulled Neville's foreskin back and squeezed the shaft.

Neville did as he was asked but it was a strange combination between a whimper and a moan, as Neville's normal reaction would have been a moan.

“Fuck yourself on me,” Fenrir commanded hoarsely.

Neville liked it more when the dominants moved him. That way he didn't need to fear he would do something wrong, but when Fenrir wanted him to move, he would do so. A bit awkward, he lifted himself up and started a slow rocking move. “I don't know what to do.”

“You already are doing what I asked you to,” Fenrir said while leaning against the back of the couch.

“I mean how fast.” Neville felt stupid having to ask so many questions, but Severus had instructed him to ask if he was unsure how to do something.

“When a dominant asks you to fuck yourself on him, he wants you to fuck yourself on him, Neville. How shall I know how you want to be fucked?”

Suddenly Neville got what the alpha was trying to tell him. “Oh.” After a pause, he asked, “Am I allowed to change my position?” Neville didn't know why he felt so confident in Fenrir's presence. A few days ago he would have wet himself if the man had touched him. Maybe it was because Fenrir had taken care of Draco in the bath or maybe it was just his wolf taking over. Yes, it must have been his wolf because he was feeling safe with Yorik as well.

“You can do whatever you want without pulling my cock out of you or stop fucking yourself on me.” The last part was spoken in a more serious tone, and Neville realized he had stopped his movement. He quickly regained it to make Fenrir happy. Then he slowly turned around while he still rocked himself up and down the thick shaft. Finally, he was in the position he was aiming at. He was astride Fenrir's lap and rocking his bum up and down. This position he liked the most if he was supposed to fuck himself.

“Do you like to fuck yourself on someone's erection?” Fenrir asked.

Neville noticed that he wasn't asking if he liked to fuck himself on <i>his</i> erection, but still Neville didn't dare to give a true answer. Lying to Fenrir would also be a big mistake.

“Why are you hesitating to answer?”

How could the man lecture like this while he was deep inside Neville? He was almost as bad as Severus.

“I... I don't want to make you angry.”

“You make me angry when you refuse to answer me.”

“I don't like it much, sir... a... alpha Fenrir.”

“So you prefer the dominant to grab your hips and slam you down whenever he likes?” Fenrir demonstrated it by grabbing Neville's hips and slamming the body down to hold him in place, his cock buried balls deep in Neville. He was deeper now than Neville had aimed.

“Yes,” Neville breathed hoarsely and squirmed when he felt the heat grow in his balls.

“And do you like it when I grab your cock and play with it like I want?”

“Yes,” Neville squeaked and started to moan when Fenrir played with his sac and his penis.

“Hmm, I like subs like that,” Fenrir stated and then started to pound Neville mercilessly while stroking his cock in time with the thrusts.

Neville's chest was filled with little butterflies doing their happy dance caused by Fenrir's words. When he was close, Fenrir shoved him down hard on his cock and only then let him swing back and forth, impaling his member deep into Neville, touching that sweet spot inside him with each rocking motion. The fire in Neville's genitals was getting hotter and hotter and soon he felt himself come hard. Exhausted, he fell down against Fenrir's legs and let the alpha hammer his ass to find his own release.

Soon he was placed, as sticky as he was, in Amaris' lap. The woman and Morgan had watched the whole time.

“You were very good, sub. I will tell Severus how good you were,” Fenrir said while he petted Neville's head.

“Yes, you were wonderful, Neville,” Yorik said in Neville's ear before he followed Fenrir in the small bathroom.

Neville felt sated and blissful, ecstatic he had embraced his wolf and satisfied the dominants.

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