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Adult ++
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104
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136,591
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chapter 107
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 107
Disclaimer: Hp is not mine.
A/N: There is another new harry potter slash list group! harrypotter_slash@yahoogroups.com. Tell 'em ne'i sent you! (I always wanted to say that!)
Severus couldn't concentrate, couldn't think beyond the hands on his skin, his body hungering for more. He shifted on the soft furs, tickling his back as he was pressed down, writhing.
His body was bursting with need. He felt so empty, his insides yawning wide, as if reaching for something, desperately needed, craved, and wanted, something vital to him, something he could not define. He shook his head, rocking it from side to side. Need was tearing him apart.
Hands touched him, held him and turned him. Sweet lips slid over his damp cheek, lingered on his own panting mouth. Delved inside, claiming him with a single instant of blessed ease.
There was love, yes, he knew that, but even love could not compete with hunger like this. He shuddered, aching, fingers knotting in the silk that brushed them. He felt warmth, and smelled the scent that was his lover, his Amrys. And the craving grew.
He arched his body, long and lean, up into the hold of those strong, loving arms, hearing words but not comprehending. Feeling the puff of air on his cheek, each word a warm burst, meaning lost. The golden lights glinting off of blond hair, dazzling his blinking eyes.
He burned, the only balm in all that unrelenting heat, was the cool hand of his lover stroking and holding him, turning him and touching him, slick, careful fingers preparing him, then long slow and cool amid all the burning, Amrys entering him, answering his prayer, as if sinking into warmed honey, thick, rich and sweet, elevating him to bliss.
As he heard himself beg and plead for just this, and then Amrys' voice soothing him, telling him yes, giving him what he needed. Over and over, the need not ending, the hunger growing, into pain.
Amrys kissed him, licking his lips, biting and nipping, driving him wild as he rode into his body, sending shivers over the whole of Snape's skin, plunging in deep. Only that deep, thick stroke filled Snape with satisfaction. Eased him. He burned, so hot, like nothing he had felt before. The need rising and falling like a tide inside his body, his belly still achingly empty, waiting. Waiting, waiting.
Amrys was worried, this animal wildness, this desperate edge was not like his passionate lover, not his Snape. The dark haired man writhed under him, legs spread wide, hands out flung, head craning up and back. Baring the smooth, damp skin of his throat, where Amrys kissed him, laved up the light sweat, tasted the desire, and sucked it into his mouth. Severus screamed.
His hips thrust up, the sheath of his body giving way in spasms, a lusty massage against Amrys' tender parts, as the Potions Master sprayed out his seed, not losing any of his stiffness, or his gnawing craving for the strong, golden skinned body that was taking him up over the edge of pleasure into howling bliss.
Amrys' tried to soothe him, tried to stroke him into calm, tried to bring him gently down, but Severus heaved up and fastened his mouth over the lush lips of his own wereleopard, kissing, kissing, tasting and laving, tongue fighting. Eating the kiss almost as if it were food rather than flesh.
Amrys knew something was very, very wrong. He gave Severus what he begged for, while his mind raced furiously. His hands never forgetting how much he adored this man, even as the demands grew ever wilder, ever more primal, more painful, purely sexual, purely physical, with no answering tenderness on the part of the ravenous body under his. Amrys put his head down and hung on.
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Remus, half dressed, apparated into the center of the great hall, looking around wildly, whirling around in a circle, agitation rolling off of him in waves. His heart trip-hammered, where? He thought, where? Where was Severus Snape? Was it too late?
Suddenly he was not alone in the middle of the room, as tall, guardian were-leopards appeared. One, two, then three, towering, huge, forbidding, scowling at his state of anxiety, suspicious in that way all warriors charged with security of a beloved leader and a beloved people are. He flapped his hands at them, they narrowed eyes at him.
"I need to find Professor Snape!" He exclaimed, springing forward, hands out stretched, trying to control his anxiety, seeing what it was doing to his chances of getting further into the Manor. He clawed at the chest of the giant he bumped in to, saw a flash of fangs.
"Please!" Begged the normally tranquil wizard. "I must find him before it is too late! He's been drugged! Accidentally of course, but he must be stopped before...." He blinked up into the granite face, "...before it is too late..." He finished weakly.
Three heads whipped around, all looking in the same direction, ears perked up, nostrils flaring. Remus turned that way, looking frantically for...then he heard it, the distant scream, deep and longing, telegraphing ecstasy, joy, wanton needs met, unmet, and wild abandon. Release. Orgasm. And...Severus Snape. An odd combination in his mind, but.... Remus Lupin leaped in the direction from which the sounds came. Springing, supple and swift as a gazelle. Or a wolf in the cat's house...
He ran, hearing without registering consciously, that feet followed him, rapid and deadly, hunter's tread. He knew in his primitive brain hands were reaching out, to stop him, to grasp him, and he wriggled left then right, evading the power in those hands. A wolf in a man's skin. They could smell him, his difference, and not for the first time Remus cursed his wolf's curse. If they stopped him because of it, then Severus.... it would be too late for Severus.
He raced on. All the while heading for the gasping moans. Voices shouted, and suddenly he ran into a wall. His breath slamming out of his lungs, dizzying. A vice fastened around his waist, lifting him high. And he knew why they hadn't caught him, they had been letting him head this way, until he was captured in their trap. He groaned.
His feet were high up off the ground, dangling and kicking as the message he was no longer running, no longer able to sprint towards his colleague and help, registered more slowly. He squirmed, was lifted to face a frowning, grim face. He recognized it, he had seen it before, if he could but remember.....he patted those lean, strong cheeks with nervous hands. Pat, pat, pat. What was this man's name?
"Help, help, help." Remus Lupin said. "Help, help, help."
"What is this all about?" The deep voice asked. And the voice was the last key.
"Mantheer!" He gasped, panting for breath, finding more words. It was Draco's Mantheer. He could help. "It's Severus!" He gulped as the expression changed to concern, not to promised retribution.
"What about Severus?" Rumbled the voice, Lupin felt it vibrate in that deep chest against his torso.
"Mani?" It was Draco, coming up behind the big man. Remus almost fainted. He turned his pleading gaze onto the boy.
"He drank a potion by accident. S-s-p-p-p-pilled into his t-t-t-tea. Please, I must do a counter spell to protect him. It will drive him mad until he is-s-s-s-s-s....." Remus abruptly stared at all the openly curious faces gathered around. So many. All listening. Glittering eyes of every color, none fully human, all feline. Severus would not be pleased to hear his business bandied about like this. "Please, I need to get to him, soon!" Remus ended lamely.
"Who, drank what?" Draco asked, taking a step closer, stopping only when the guardian, Mantheer, growled a warning to him to stay back. Draco didn't believe he was in any danger from Professor Lupin, but he heeded Mani and stopped. He asked again. "Who? What did he drink?"
"Snape. Severus. Professor Snape." He gasped, wondering why he couldn't catch his breath.
"Snape is in trouble?" Draco asked, alarm painting his beautiful pale, pale features. "What did he drink?"
"The whole vial. The whole vial! Into his tea! It is dosed in mini-drops, not vials full! I need to get to him, to find out how much he drank, Peeves didn't know how much...."
"Peeves?" Draco puzzled. He couldn't think how the ghost fit into the conversation, but he knew Lupin was seriously concerned. He looked up at the frowning face of his guardian leopard. "We need to find Snape." He said, his light blue eyes wide.
Mantheer was well versed in real versus imagined emergencies. He had seen this professor calmly deal with enraged were-wolves and leopards and keep his cool. Whatever the problem was, it was a real problem. And add to that, Draco was worried. It was more than enough. He nodded, tucking Remus under one arm and heading off towards the screams. His long legs eating up the distance.
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The fire was not going out. His skin felt like it was peeling off, Severus needed to be touched, licked, caressed, to be filled, to be taken, long and hard. The momentary relief achieved with his last orgasm was gone, and now he moaned, clawing at Amrys, trying to draw the man closer, deeper into his body. Amrys was talking to him, asking things, and Severus wanted to answer, he really did, but he could not. He didn't understand a word of it, any of it.
"No." He said. "No, more, please. No." He was babbling to his unending horror. He never babbled, never tripped over his tongue, words coming too fast to escape his mouth in clarity.
"Sev," Amrys called out to the sweating, writhing man. He smoothed the tangled locks out of the way so he could see the dark, nearly black eyes, glazed with lust, not his Severus, not him at all. Amrys tried to soothe him, tried to get through to him, murmuring his name, over and over. Snape wrapped his legs around the wereleopard's hips, squeezed tight.
"No, no, no...." It went on and on, and he thrashed, even as he grabbed Amrys, held him, tried to ride that long thickness still inside of him. Not moving. Why wasn't it moving? He had to have it. Had to feel it doing what he needed it to do. He had to be filled to overflowing. Maybe that would be enough. He reared up, screaming into the horrified face bending over him. "Why did you stop?!"
ne'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Hp is not mine.
A/N: There is another new harry potter slash list group! harrypotter_slash@yahoogroups.com. Tell 'em ne'i sent you! (I always wanted to say that!)
Severus couldn't concentrate, couldn't think beyond the hands on his skin, his body hungering for more. He shifted on the soft furs, tickling his back as he was pressed down, writhing.
His body was bursting with need. He felt so empty, his insides yawning wide, as if reaching for something, desperately needed, craved, and wanted, something vital to him, something he could not define. He shook his head, rocking it from side to side. Need was tearing him apart.
Hands touched him, held him and turned him. Sweet lips slid over his damp cheek, lingered on his own panting mouth. Delved inside, claiming him with a single instant of blessed ease.
There was love, yes, he knew that, but even love could not compete with hunger like this. He shuddered, aching, fingers knotting in the silk that brushed them. He felt warmth, and smelled the scent that was his lover, his Amrys. And the craving grew.
He arched his body, long and lean, up into the hold of those strong, loving arms, hearing words but not comprehending. Feeling the puff of air on his cheek, each word a warm burst, meaning lost. The golden lights glinting off of blond hair, dazzling his blinking eyes.
He burned, the only balm in all that unrelenting heat, was the cool hand of his lover stroking and holding him, turning him and touching him, slick, careful fingers preparing him, then long slow and cool amid all the burning, Amrys entering him, answering his prayer, as if sinking into warmed honey, thick, rich and sweet, elevating him to bliss.
As he heard himself beg and plead for just this, and then Amrys' voice soothing him, telling him yes, giving him what he needed. Over and over, the need not ending, the hunger growing, into pain.
Amrys kissed him, licking his lips, biting and nipping, driving him wild as he rode into his body, sending shivers over the whole of Snape's skin, plunging in deep. Only that deep, thick stroke filled Snape with satisfaction. Eased him. He burned, so hot, like nothing he had felt before. The need rising and falling like a tide inside his body, his belly still achingly empty, waiting. Waiting, waiting.
Amrys was worried, this animal wildness, this desperate edge was not like his passionate lover, not his Snape. The dark haired man writhed under him, legs spread wide, hands out flung, head craning up and back. Baring the smooth, damp skin of his throat, where Amrys kissed him, laved up the light sweat, tasted the desire, and sucked it into his mouth. Severus screamed.
His hips thrust up, the sheath of his body giving way in spasms, a lusty massage against Amrys' tender parts, as the Potions Master sprayed out his seed, not losing any of his stiffness, or his gnawing craving for the strong, golden skinned body that was taking him up over the edge of pleasure into howling bliss.
Amrys' tried to soothe him, tried to stroke him into calm, tried to bring him gently down, but Severus heaved up and fastened his mouth over the lush lips of his own wereleopard, kissing, kissing, tasting and laving, tongue fighting. Eating the kiss almost as if it were food rather than flesh.
Amrys knew something was very, very wrong. He gave Severus what he begged for, while his mind raced furiously. His hands never forgetting how much he adored this man, even as the demands grew ever wilder, ever more primal, more painful, purely sexual, purely physical, with no answering tenderness on the part of the ravenous body under his. Amrys put his head down and hung on.
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Remus, half dressed, apparated into the center of the great hall, looking around wildly, whirling around in a circle, agitation rolling off of him in waves. His heart trip-hammered, where? He thought, where? Where was Severus Snape? Was it too late?
Suddenly he was not alone in the middle of the room, as tall, guardian were-leopards appeared. One, two, then three, towering, huge, forbidding, scowling at his state of anxiety, suspicious in that way all warriors charged with security of a beloved leader and a beloved people are. He flapped his hands at them, they narrowed eyes at him.
"I need to find Professor Snape!" He exclaimed, springing forward, hands out stretched, trying to control his anxiety, seeing what it was doing to his chances of getting further into the Manor. He clawed at the chest of the giant he bumped in to, saw a flash of fangs.
"Please!" Begged the normally tranquil wizard. "I must find him before it is too late! He's been drugged! Accidentally of course, but he must be stopped before...." He blinked up into the granite face, "...before it is too late..." He finished weakly.
Three heads whipped around, all looking in the same direction, ears perked up, nostrils flaring. Remus turned that way, looking frantically for...then he heard it, the distant scream, deep and longing, telegraphing ecstasy, joy, wanton needs met, unmet, and wild abandon. Release. Orgasm. And...Severus Snape. An odd combination in his mind, but.... Remus Lupin leaped in the direction from which the sounds came. Springing, supple and swift as a gazelle. Or a wolf in the cat's house...
He ran, hearing without registering consciously, that feet followed him, rapid and deadly, hunter's tread. He knew in his primitive brain hands were reaching out, to stop him, to grasp him, and he wriggled left then right, evading the power in those hands. A wolf in a man's skin. They could smell him, his difference, and not for the first time Remus cursed his wolf's curse. If they stopped him because of it, then Severus.... it would be too late for Severus.
He raced on. All the while heading for the gasping moans. Voices shouted, and suddenly he ran into a wall. His breath slamming out of his lungs, dizzying. A vice fastened around his waist, lifting him high. And he knew why they hadn't caught him, they had been letting him head this way, until he was captured in their trap. He groaned.
His feet were high up off the ground, dangling and kicking as the message he was no longer running, no longer able to sprint towards his colleague and help, registered more slowly. He squirmed, was lifted to face a frowning, grim face. He recognized it, he had seen it before, if he could but remember.....he patted those lean, strong cheeks with nervous hands. Pat, pat, pat. What was this man's name?
"Help, help, help." Remus Lupin said. "Help, help, help."
"What is this all about?" The deep voice asked. And the voice was the last key.
"Mantheer!" He gasped, panting for breath, finding more words. It was Draco's Mantheer. He could help. "It's Severus!" He gulped as the expression changed to concern, not to promised retribution.
"What about Severus?" Rumbled the voice, Lupin felt it vibrate in that deep chest against his torso.
"Mani?" It was Draco, coming up behind the big man. Remus almost fainted. He turned his pleading gaze onto the boy.
"He drank a potion by accident. S-s-p-p-p-pilled into his t-t-t-tea. Please, I must do a counter spell to protect him. It will drive him mad until he is-s-s-s-s-s....." Remus abruptly stared at all the openly curious faces gathered around. So many. All listening. Glittering eyes of every color, none fully human, all feline. Severus would not be pleased to hear his business bandied about like this. "Please, I need to get to him, soon!" Remus ended lamely.
"Who, drank what?" Draco asked, taking a step closer, stopping only when the guardian, Mantheer, growled a warning to him to stay back. Draco didn't believe he was in any danger from Professor Lupin, but he heeded Mani and stopped. He asked again. "Who? What did he drink?"
"Snape. Severus. Professor Snape." He gasped, wondering why he couldn't catch his breath.
"Snape is in trouble?" Draco asked, alarm painting his beautiful pale, pale features. "What did he drink?"
"The whole vial. The whole vial! Into his tea! It is dosed in mini-drops, not vials full! I need to get to him, to find out how much he drank, Peeves didn't know how much...."
"Peeves?" Draco puzzled. He couldn't think how the ghost fit into the conversation, but he knew Lupin was seriously concerned. He looked up at the frowning face of his guardian leopard. "We need to find Snape." He said, his light blue eyes wide.
Mantheer was well versed in real versus imagined emergencies. He had seen this professor calmly deal with enraged were-wolves and leopards and keep his cool. Whatever the problem was, it was a real problem. And add to that, Draco was worried. It was more than enough. He nodded, tucking Remus under one arm and heading off towards the screams. His long legs eating up the distance.
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The fire was not going out. His skin felt like it was peeling off, Severus needed to be touched, licked, caressed, to be filled, to be taken, long and hard. The momentary relief achieved with his last orgasm was gone, and now he moaned, clawing at Amrys, trying to draw the man closer, deeper into his body. Amrys was talking to him, asking things, and Severus wanted to answer, he really did, but he could not. He didn't understand a word of it, any of it.
"No." He said. "No, more, please. No." He was babbling to his unending horror. He never babbled, never tripped over his tongue, words coming too fast to escape his mouth in clarity.
"Sev," Amrys called out to the sweating, writhing man. He smoothed the tangled locks out of the way so he could see the dark, nearly black eyes, glazed with lust, not his Severus, not him at all. Amrys tried to soothe him, tried to get through to him, murmuring his name, over and over. Snape wrapped his legs around the wereleopard's hips, squeezed tight.
"No, no, no...." It went on and on, and he thrashed, even as he grabbed Amrys, held him, tried to ride that long thickness still inside of him. Not moving. Why wasn't it moving? He had to have it. Had to feel it doing what he needed it to do. He had to be filled to overflowing. Maybe that would be enough. He reared up, screaming into the horrified face bending over him. "Why did you stop?!"
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faestion1@yahoo.com