The Godfather's Force

Neville Longbottom had never known someone like Yelena Belova. He had known Natasha Romanoff for the last year as she became an increasingly important part of his best friend Harry Potter's life, and when Neville, as a best man, was introduced to Natasha's maid of honor Yelena, he expected them to be quite similar. Although he knew that Yelena wasn't technically Natasha's little sister, hearing Harry say it made the two seem like sisters, regardless of their lack of shared blood. But despite the similarities between Natasha and Yelena, there were also many differences. While Neville had seen Natasha's ironic wit many times, Yelena was generally more playful. The maid of honor was joking and sarcastic, constantly teasing her older sister Harry and anyone else who crossed her path. Even Neville himself didn't escape her jokes. Neville didn't know what to think of her at first when they were introduced, and he was surprised that this woman he had just met could joke with him so easily. However, over time he had grown more comfortable for several reasons. One of them was that he hadn't heard her say anything malicious yet. Unlike someone like Draco Malfoy, whose jokes Neville had been the target of frequently during his days at Hogwarts, Yelena's playful jokes and witty comments never seemed intended to make someone feel worse about themselves. Her jokes always aimed to lighten the mood, and Neville could see how effective they were every time Natasha began to stress over some detail or another in the run-up to the wedding. Yelena was always there to tell a joke and help her relax before she got too worked up over something, even if Natasha generally only laughed. The eyes in white when his sister said something silly, Neville still saw that his shoulders relaxed and the tension left his body when she did. As for Neville, he had realized that Yelena making fun of him and teasing him was a sign that she felt comfortable by his side. He also felt comfortable by her side as the days went by and they spent more time together while helping the couples prepare for the muggle wedding ceremony, and when the day of the real wedding arrived, he realized he had started to feel something he hadn't felt for anyone since he and Hannah had stopped going out over six months ago. He felt like a teenage boy in love when they sat next to each other at the reception, and all he had to do was wait for his growing infatuation not to be too obvious on his face while talking. Neville had no idea how to flirt or talk to a girl he liked without making a fool of himself. Things with Hannah just happened. How was he supposed to behave with a girl he liked without being ridiculous? -- Neville Longbottom was adorable. Yelena loved teasing him and joking with him. When she met him, she thought she should be careful because on the surface he seemed too shy and timid to keep up with her. But the more time they spent together, the more she saw that Harry's godfather had nuances. It didn't take her long to feel comfortable with him and accept his jokes in the spirit they were meant, although she would never be able to joke with him as easily as Natasha or even Harry when they felt like it. However, that was okay; just making her smile was enough for her. His own jokes were much slower and less frequent, but more than once he had made her laugh out loud. Despite his apparently shy nature, she was having a lot of fun being near him, and it wasn't It's difficult to imagine that a friendship would form easily there. However, today I had noticed an opportunity in him. I was quite sure of having seen him for the first time when they walked together towards the altar during the wedding ceremony, but there were other things to worry about on her sister's special day, so I had left it aside for the moment. But I hadn't taken long to realize exactly what was going on once we sat down at the table for the reception. Neville felt drawn to me. It had taken him some time to decide how he wanted to respond to that. It was obvious that Neville wasn't going to take the first step. He was going to try to hide what he felt, although it was blindingly obvious to me, so simply ignoring it was a legitimate option if he preferred not to address it. But somehow this didn't seem right to me. I didn't know if I would see Harry's godfather again in the near future if I ignored his evident infatuation and let the night continue as it was, and that wasn't what I wanted. I had fun with him and wanted the fun to continue. That ruled out the option of simply ignoring it, which meant Yelena needed to decide how to respond. It took me a little more time to decide. What did I feel for him? I wasn't going to tell him I loved him or anything like that, and I was sure I wouldn't follow my older sister's example and walk towards the altar in the near future, but I was interested in exploring this a bit more. Talking to Neville and joking with him was fun, but how well could I keep up with him physically? That was something I didn't know, but I wanted to find out. I waited until we got back to the dance floor, something Neville didn't want to do, but he accepted without problems when I offered him my hand. With luck, he would overcome his natural shyness and follow me a bit more that night. —This is fun, isn't it? —he said softly, smiling at me as we danced. —Yes —he agreed. smile was nervous but genuine—. Dancing with you has been easier than I thought it would be. —I suppose that shows how well we get along, eh? —she said, winking at him. He wasn't a bad dancer, although he seemed to have had to take a few deep breaths to relax. However, her little flirtatious comment and wink still affected him, and only his agile feet and quick reaction allowed him to avoid stepping on his own toes. But she wasn't annoyed. In fact, it was quite amusing to see him trip. Neville took another deep breath and adjusted the position of his hands on her back, and Yelena took advantage of that opportunity to move hers from his shoulders to his neck. She pressed her chest against him, and listened to him gasp and felt his rapid heartbeat. If he thought his heart was racing now, he had no idea what was waiting for him. —Tell me, Neville —she said in his ear, giving him time to get used to how close she was to him now. —Yes? —he said, and his voice sounded quite higher than probably intended. —After this song ends, would you like to leave the dance floor with me and find a cozy place to kiss? —she said. He gasped and, after a few seconds of silence, laughed weakly. —How funny, Yelena —he said. When he realized she was taking it as another sarcastic comment, she stepped back a little to look him in the eye. —It wasn't a joke —she said—. I really want to find a cozy place where we can kiss. —She looked at him steadily and there was no smile on her face. She wanted him to know she meant it; she wanted to see where this would go. Neville's eyes opened wide and he blushed when she held his gaze. —You're serious —he whispered. —I am —she confirmed and allowed herself to smile again. —Why me? —he murmured; only remembered starting to move his feet again after she gave him a gentle kick in the shin and nodded with her head. —Why not you?—she spat at him.—We've had a lot of fun together over the last few days. Many of the guys I know take my jokes as a sign that it's okay to try to put their hand inside my pants, and they usually have luck if they don't break their wrist after trying. But you're not a stupid guy who tried to grab my ass and stick your tongue down my throat the first time you smiled at me. —So, are you saying that since I'm not trying to kiss you, you want to kiss me?—asked Neville, confused. —Something like that, yes,—she said, shrugging her shoulders.—We women are complicated, I don't deny it. I'm interested in seeing how it will be kissing you and how daring you can get if I try hard enough. Don't even try to tell me you're not interested too. Like your best friend Harry, you carry your heart on your sleeve. I can say you desire me. —But here!—she said. At least he wasn't trying to pretend he didn't feel attracted to her.—This is the wedding reception of Harry and Natasha, and we are the best man and maid of honor! Wouldn't it be against the rules or something if we snuck away to kiss?—Never liked wasting time,—said Yelena. She had spent too much time living her life for someone else and, since she found freedom from Dreykov, she proposed to live her life to the fullest in every moment.—When I want something, I'll get it. And I've never cared about following any rules, and Natasha would be a great hypocrite if she got angry with me for kissing someone I shouldn't be with. Ask her about that time she screwed Harry under that invisibility cloak of hers while our parents and I were there. Neville seemed confused by this, but his face eventually became thoughtful. Harry and his friends Ron and Hermione broke almost all the rules imaginable when we were together at school, he said. If I were to break the rules to mix things up, I wouldn't have any reason to complain. —That's the spirit! —said Yelena, smiling—. Let's be bad, Neville. Why should Harry and Natasha have all the fun tonight? They're going to spend the whole night, not mentioning the two complete weeks of their honeymoon, screwing like animals. Why can't we include a little kissing? Neville still looked a bit nervous, but he smiled and nodded slightly with his head, which was enough for her. The song probably only lasted about twenty seconds more or less, but to Yelena it seemed like twenty hours while she waited for the music to stop and give them a natural opportunity to leave the dance floor and have some fun on their own. Finally, it happened, and as soon as it stopped, Yelena took Neville's hand in hers and pulled him out of the dance floor. They passed by Natasha when they left, and she raised an eyebrow when she saw them heading towards the outside of the ballroom instead of returning to their seats. However, Yelena ignored her, and Natasha was busy dancing with Harry's good friend George Weasley, so she couldn't say anything. The bride was the center of attention all night, which meant that Yelena had freedom from her sister. Natasha could have her elegant reception and honeymoon with her sexy husband. Yelena would have fun in her own way with her shy and sweet godfather, who was quite attractive in his own right. There weren't many potential places they could go to find some privacy here at the ballroom reception, which between Harry's magical friends and the SHIELD and Avengers group that made up Natasha's social circle was pretty crowded. They might have tried one of the bathrooms, but that would have been a pretty stupid place to look for something private. The men's and women's bathrooms would have a lot of traffic all night long. She came across an armchair containing cleaning products and smiled as she examined it. There wouldn't be any reason for someone else from the reception to come here, and the cleaning staff would stay out until the guests left. They shouldn't have to worry about being bothered there. —In here—she whispered, casting a quick glance around to make sure no one was looking at them before pushing him towards the armchair with her. Neville closed the door quickly behind him and furrowed his brow as he looked around. It's a bit small, isn't it? He wasn't wrong. To start with, it wasn't a large armchair and, with all the cleaning products there, there was even less space for them to stand up. —I don't mind—she said—. It's cozy and pleasant, isn't it? —With the cleaning products in the middle, there was so little space that basically they had to press their bodies against each other just to fit inside, and that worked well for Yelena. It made it easier for her to kiss him, and now she was making the most of that ease. She had been wondering how good a kisser he might be practically since she realized he was interested in her and began thinking about what that could mean, and now she was satisfying her curiosity. At first, he just stood there and passively let her kiss him, and although she would handle it well if that's how it was going to be, honestly she hoped he would become a bit more active. It was almost as if he had read her mind, because as soon as she thought that, he started kissing her back. Once he decided to get involved, he showed a surprising amount of force. Not only did he return the kiss, but he took control of the kiss, and in no time his tongue was in her mouth and his hands were on her back. Yelena sighed, very pleasantly surprised by How the switch had changed. It seemed that there were still more layers to Neville Longbottom, and if this was a sign of what he could expect from him, she knew she needed to see more. When she suggested they find a place to kiss, that was all she had in mind. There would be many kisses, of course, and she thought they might also fondle each other a bit. But feeling Neville's tongue pushing her mouth out the window. She needed more; she needed to push Neville as far away as possible. That's why her hands began to wander, and that's why she unbuttoned his dress shirt button by button and took it off his body while they kissed. There was nothing to complain about there. He wasn't a bodybuilder, but he was in decent shape. She pulled her lips away from his to press kisses on his chest, and Neville gasped as she kissed his skin over and over again. She gave him many more reasons to keep gasping because while kissing his chest, her hands went to the belt of his dress pants. He groaned when she unbuckled it and began to slide it through the loops, and she felt her hand fall on his wrist. 'Yelena,' he said, stopping her. 'I thought we were just going to kiss.' His voice escaped between gasps. 'We are,' she said. She threw the belt aside, not caring that it fell on the cleaning equipment. 'Now I want more.' She rubbed his groin through his pants before unbuttoning them and pulling them down quickly over his legs. 'Are you complaining?' Her cock certainly knew what it wanted. It was already tensing up her underwear and she liked the look of it. It seemed very promising for what she could see. 'No,' Neville said. 'I'm not.' He was too excited to object now, which was exactly what she had counted on. He would keep going forward with courage as he always did, and Neville would follow him like he had all night. Maybe even take the initiative if she could push him hard enough. That would be ideal. The way he had pushed his tongue inside his mouth stayed engraved in her mind. —Well— she said —I'm glad to hear it. —She hooked her thumbs into the belt of his underwear and pulled it down over his legs, and his erect penis balanced in front of her—. And I'm even happier to see that... Is there a word for more content? I don't know, damn it. It doesn't matter. What matters is this. —She stretched out and took his penis in her hand, giving it several caresses and finding it very much to her liking. She had needed to remove some layers to find the strength inside Neville, and appropriately she had found another kind of strength once she had removed his underwear. His penis was longer than average, but it was its thickness that really stood out. It was the thickest she had seen in person, and she wanted it inside her as soon as possible. This would require her to undress a bit herself, but before she could start doing so, Neville took care of it. She shuddered when he pulled out his wand and used magic on her. She didn't expect her dress simply to disappear from her body without a trace, but there it was, completely naked in an instant. Neville looked at her fixedly, seeming just as fascinated by her body as she was by his cock, but Yelena now had another worry. “Where did the dress go?” she asked. “It was expensive, you know?” —Okay— he said —I hung it with the coats so it wouldn't get dirty here. I'll go look for it when we're done and bring it back to you along with your underwear. —Oh, then that's fine. —With that worry resolved, Yelena's mind returned to the cock in front of her and how much she could have fun with it. She started playing with it using both hands, caressing the shaft with one while rubbing his balls with the other, and Neville moaned. He also got to work, extending his hand and squeezing her breasts as he kissed her again. This time it was assertive from the start, and Yelena Fortunately, she melted into him. It had taken some persuasion to get the shy godfather out of his shell, but now that he had done so, she was delighted to discover the strong and assertive man who lay beneath. Her tongue returned to her mouth and her hands moved from her breasts to her backside, squeezing her buttocks with force while holding her body against his. Yelena hadn't expected him to come at her with such force regardless of what she did, but it was a very pleasant surprise. If some idiot had tried to grab her like that, she would have given them a quick knee to the balls, but Neville was welcome to sink his fingers into her buttocks as hard or soft as he liked or do everything possible to push his tongue into her throat. Yelena wouldn't let any man dominate her in this way, but having timid and sweet Neville so excited that he would do this to her in a storage closet was exciting like hell. She purred when Neville's tongue left her mouth and he stopped squeezing her backside, and she smiled at him. But the smile turned into a scowl with equal speed. —How are we going to do this?—she asked softly.—There isn't enough space for you to bend and still give me room to thrust. And I'm not strong enough to hold you up and fuck you properly at the same time. She was right. That storage closet, no matter how fun it was, didn't leave much space for fucking. Almost all the positions that came to mind wouldn't be possible with the little space they had. They would have to be creative for this to work. —Maybe you can't hold me—she said finally—, but I can hold myself up. Just take my ass. I'll do the rest. Neville looked skeptical, but he did as she told him, grabbing her ass again and lifting her feet off the floor. —Get ready—he said. He stretched his legs and put his feet on her shoulders, then wrapped his arms around her neck. From there... This way, she could support her weight better and wouldn't have to worry about using her arms to hold her up, and could concentrate on fucking her. She smiled, seeing the same thing as her. Aligned his cock and looked at her, and she nodded quickly. That was all she needed; he wanted it just as much as she did, if not more. He pushed his hips forward and slid his penis inside her, and they both moaned together while sharing the pleasure of penetration. —Merlin, you're very tight! —growled Neville. Yelena would have laughed at the magicians and their strange expressions, but was too busy enjoying the cock that had just entered her. —And you feel incredible inside me —she replied. Just as he had thought when he saw it for the first time, the length was pleasant and the thickness felt even better. She had never had something so thick inside her before, and it was wonderful. Now she only needed to feel him moving and fucking her correctly. “Ready?” she asked. Yelena nodded enthusiastically. —Do it —she said—. Fuck me. Show me that you're really the best man. Neville laughed briefly but then began to move and both had better things to concentrate on than joke around with each other. His cock felt very well in the initial penetration, but felt much better once he started fucking her properly. Feeling that thick shaft filling her made Yelena's moans grow out of control quickly and she began to worry about screaming and making people run to investigate if she wasn't careful. She couldn't put her fist in her mouth to silence herself because she needed to keep her arms around his neck for security, so she consoled herself by biting her lower lip with such force that it almost made her bleed. He was also giving her many reasons to moan and scream, because with Yelena's position giving him space to move, Neville was hitting her hips against her and pushing his cock into her pussy with a The intensity was overwhelming. Yelena had been with one or two men who considered themselves masculine and could screw her hard, but she hadn't felt even a fraction of the pleasure they felt now with Neville. As modest and quiet as he had been when she first met him, Yelena had finally managed to get to Neville and discovered how assertive he could be once the walls came down. Every time his cock penetrated her so deeply, Yelena felt more impressed with the padrino and happier for her decision to see where this attraction could take her. She didn't know where she would go once they left that storage room, but there, in that reduced space at her sister's wedding reception, she was having the best sex of her life, no doubt. His cock felt incredible every time he penetrated her, and it wasn't just about the thickness. Whether deliberate or accidental, he pushed forward and backward at the perfect angle to get maximum pleasure, and the result was that her need to come increased in her faster than ever. Neville didn't say anything, but she could look him in the eye and see that he felt the same way. He wasn't expressing his usual timidity or shyness, but rather lust and pleasure. His eyes were half-closed and his face was wrinkled with concentration as he put everything into each thrust and tug of his cock, and the results spoke for themselves. Anyone who saw him like that, and more importantly, anyone who had been properly screwed by him, would know that the true Neville Longbottom was far from timid. He was a man, and he proved it not by being an arrogant idiot, but by holding Yelena hard enough to make her eyes threaten to roll back. Although she felt her orgasm approaching, Yelena was surprised by the brute force she felt when it arrived. It was as if a lightning bolt had struck her and touched all her pleasure points at the same time, and Yelena could really feel the taste of metal in her mouth while biting her lip harder to not scream with joy. Seeing and feeling Neville's orgasm seemed to take a little more out of him, whose last dozen thrusts inside her were the hardest and fastest of all. Yelena gasped in amazement and excitement at how hard he was giving it to her, and she delighted in having unleashed that wild side of the quiet wedding father-in-law they had introduced her to. How many women had gotten this out of him? Had anyone else gotten this out of Neville? Yelena knew she had been in a long-term relationship with one of his ex-classmates until early last year, but she had no idea about his sexual life. Maybe this was the first time Neville had screwed her so hard. Maybe Yelena had needed to get it out of him. Neville growled and kissed her harder than ever as he approached the limit. He pushed his penis all the way into her balls inside her and filled her with semen, and Yelena moaned in his mouth. Between his tongue marking her territory in her mouth again and his penis pulsating inside her pussy, Yelena was clear about one thing. She needed to see that side of Neville again, preferably as often as possible.

--Then, aren't you going to confront her? --Harry asked.

--No --Natasha said, shaking her head--. If I hadn't realized what was happening and you hadn't used your magic to prevent anyone from hearing them while they were getting it on in the closet, I'd be arguing with my sister. But since no one else knew what was going on, this will be enough. Natasha put Yelena's dress under her arm and replaced Harry's invisibility cloak with it. She also took her little sister's black lace underwear and nodded at her decision.

--Here --she said--. I had sex with her under the cloak, Alexei and Melina were sitting right there. Slipping away from reception without them noticing her.