Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 11

Disclaimer:the characters from HP belong to JK Rowling.

The long bodied, pale-furred, tawny were-cat padded silently through the corridors of the Manor.
It\'s sleek sides rippled and bunched with muscle as it went. It\'s fur was the exact shade of it\'s hair color as a man, but even softer now, like silken, silver-gold threads. The rosettes that decorated his fur were a pale brown, like faint shadows on his blond fur. Large, grey eyes regarded everything with sharp observance, as he traversed his home.

Behind him, in the room he had left, his second and third slept on, two big feline bodies curled warmly together after a long night spent talking and problem solving. Amrys was entirely healed after changing to his leopard form. The change alway healed minor injuries, and healed the major ones more rapidly that they would heal if Amrys stayed in human form. Graeme had spent time grooming his friend, and now was wrapped around him like a blanket.

Lucius watched the others he encountered as he went. Mostly his guardians, the night watchers, guarding those who were asleep. A few late night/early morning stragglers, or those running from furs to furs. He smiled at that. The same urge had struck him just now. He was headed to satisfy that urge, as well as to check on the well-being of his newest kitten.

Lucius arrived in the sleeping room his young-lings used and entered soundlessly, walking over to the furs, still in were-cat form. Two of the young-lings remained from the sleeping pile, the others having gotten up and moved on for the rest of the night or all ready up for the morning.

A sniff told him who the red-haired one was, the twin Fred, and the other was his newest kitten, Harry. That was good, his two marked ones. The big leopard crawled into the furs between the two warm bodies, stretched out long and comfortable.

Lucius stuck his muzzle into the salty, sweet throat of the new kitten, nuzzled him, let his tongue flick out for a sensuous taste. Slow lick. Wonderful flavor of skin, sweat, and sleeping youth. He squirmed closer. Lucius proceeded to bathe both of the sleeping young men with delicate, lazy strokes of his tongue. Fred smiled and stretched into the wet lapping caresses, understanding what it was even as he dozed.

Harry woke with a start, something....he turned, and let out an abbreviated screech. A hand over his mouth stopped the sound from growing to ear splitting range. Fred pressed close to him, whispering soothing noises to him. Harry saw the leopard in front of him and opened his mouth to yell out for help.

\"Hush. It is our king. He visits us. It is an honor.\" Fred scolded him, calmly. \"You got it under control now?\" He asked suspiciously when he saw Harry\'s eyes still wide, startled. Harry shivered as the licking resumed, the cat bending it\'s head back to it\'s task. Fred sighed, blissfully as the tongue traveled from Harry to Fred\'s own skin. His hand relaxed, eased from Harry\'s face.

Harry nodded. And Fred removed his hand all the way. Harry gasped almost sitting upright. The cat turned over, it\'s long tail dragging over the young man\'s skin. It rippled, Harry blinked. The cat became a man. Became Lucius Malfoy. Harry\'s eyes couldn\'t get any larger. They were two blinking green saucers.

Lucius snaked an arm around Fred, pulled him nearer, under his body. Fred went willingly, his arms snaking around the torso of his king. They rubbed along the length of their bodies. Fred arching into the larger man, surrendering control happily. Harry watched and started to edge away. Lucius\' arm reached out, snagged a hold of him, kept him pressed to the two melded bodies.

Lucius spread his young-ling\'s legs, moved up between them, as Fred moaned his eagerness. Fred\'s hips rose to meet Lucius\' thrusts, their erections sliding together, leaking. Growing wetter and slicker rapidly. Lucius continued licking over Fred\'s face and neck. He moved on to Harry after he had thoroughly covered Fred\'s available skin.

Harry tried to tense, tried to move away, but the long slow licks were mesmerizing, addictive. Pleasurable. Fantastic, arousing. Harry fought against the urge he had to lean in to the lapping strokes, and he lost. He ended up flat on his back, under the leopard king\'s mouth.

Fred let out a cry, panted, writhed and peaked when Lucius growled out his own release. Lucius held Harry next to them, the youth squirming, feeling the moving bodies intimately, his own growing interest hard against the other men\'s hips. Harry groaned, small and needful, when the other two orgasmed, just short of his own pleasure. Lucius slid over, wetting Harry\'s skin with the mixed semen from his and Fred\'s orgasm.

Harry had to see, had to feel, wanting and needing more. This time he wanted his own release. Needed it desperately. But Fred was drifting off back to sleep. Harry whimpered, Lucius looked into the big green eyes, his face moving closer. He kissed the kitten. Long and deep. Driving his tongue into the seeking mouth, sucking on it, feeding on Harry\'s desperate desire.

Harry rode Lucius\' thigh, the king supporting him, a hand lifting and holding them close, letting the kitten ride him. Harry gasped, so close, so close. He cried out, finally, finally reaching satisfaction, coming hard, in pulsing jets all along Lucius\' thigh.

\'Oh, ghod, at last.\' Was Harry\'s thought before he curled up and slept, wedged between the two larger bodies.

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