Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 15

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the HP characters, I only own the OC\'s I have created.


Harry looked up at Mantheer. His gaze traveled to the next man, Kaithas, the pride Seer. Then he looked over at Draco who was slouched at the end of the grouping of lycanthropes, pretending to ignore them all. Standing apart, Draco managed to give off more hostile misery than Harry remembered seeing from him before.

\"Let me go.\" Something in his voice must have convinced the men holding onto him that they should listen to him, because both of them let go. Kaithas frowned at him, jaw jumping, sharp eyes probing Harry\'s face. Assessing him with the depth of a Seer\'s gift.

\"What are you planning?\" Kaithas asked him, bluntly. He didn\'t know the young man well enough to predict his actions. This situation was delicate enough, volatile enough, without adding a wild card to the mix. No one here could afford an escalation.

\"I am waiting for someone to tell me what is going on.\" Harry replied, brushing his fingers over the reddened area where Mantheer\'s hand had been. He turned his attention back to Draco. He pinned his classmate with a stony glare. \"Draco? How about it?\"

Draco shook his head. He\'d rather endure whatever punishment his father dished out. He wasn\'t about to explain to Potter what he\'d done and why. Not when Harry was a were-leopard and Draco was not. Harry once again had what Draco wanted, what he craved, what he needed so badly. He was not going to ask him for help. No way. He turned his head aside, looking down the hall.

\"No, then? OK. Anyone else feeling up to telling me? And I don\'t mean the...\'it\'s what you are meant to do\'...crap, either.\" Harry snapped, impatiently. \"I have heard all that, been there and done it. Not gonna do it that way, again. So, talk.\"

\"It is the role of the Marked...\" Mantheer\'s heavy growl began. Harry\'s brows lowered and he began to glower. Kaithas\' voice interrupted, hastily.

\"No, Mantheer. Let me.\" The Seer turned to face the newest kitten. One who was not acting as a kitten usually did. Intriguing, and very annoying. Kittens were meant to obey. To do as they were told to do.

\"Draco made a mistake. He tried to find a way to be turned into a were-leopard. In so doing he broke faith with his guards and with his father. Lucius, our king feels he has no choice but to punish his son severely. As he would any member of the pride for doing something like this. For betraying the pride like this. For disobeying the king\'s order.\" Kaithas began.

\"Draco is not lycanthrope. He has been punished. He can not endure more.\" Mantheer rumbled low in his great chest. \"He is human, he will break, he will not heal as one of us.\"

\"OK.\" Harry said, when it became apparent no further words were forthcoming. Both were-leopards were looking at him like the rest was obvious. It wasn\'t, at least not to Harry. He resisted the urge to pull his hair out.

\"So what does this have to do with you wanting me to go in there, with you throwing me to the wolves?\" He asked. The guard looked blank, the Seer let a small, unwilling smile grace his lips. He fought it back down before it became a laugh. It would not do to encourage rebellious behavior in the kitten.

\"There are no wolves, here, just the pride.\" Mantheer growled. Kaithas interrupted again.

\"You are one of his chosen. One of the King\'s Chosen. You can distract him with your body, with sex. You can keep him from hurting or killing his son.\" He said it quietly, his eyes fixing on Harry\'s.

\"Oh.\" Harry said. It was simple after all. He was expected to go into the room with the battling leopards and seduce Lucius Malfoy. Make him forget Draco. Save Draco\'s life. Harry really, really didn\'t want to go into the room. The sounds he was hearing from there were not enticing or reassuring. He could smell blood. Goose bumps pimpled his skin. He was afraid to go in there, into that room with the fight going on.

If he didn\'t, these men were telling him Draco might die. Draco drove Harry crazy with his attitude, his sneering put downs. But, Harry didn\'t want Draco to be hurt, or killed. Especially not by his father. There was something even more wrong about that than a boy his age dying from a stranger\'s hand. Worse than Harry offering himself to the man, the lycanthrope in that room. For sex. Harry swallowed hard.

He lifted his eyes from the floor. From contemplating his bare, wriggling toes. He nodded, reluctantly.

Kaithas stopped Mantheer from grabbing the kitten\'s arm. He put an arm around the youth and hugged him. Leading him to the door way. Stopping just short of it, he turned Harry to face him.

\"He will not hurt you. He will probably scare you. Don\'t resist. Amrys and Graeme won\'t hurt you, either. You belong to our king. You will be safe.\" He gave Harry a small nudge forward.

\"I can\'t go in with you. If they see me, it will only make things worse.\" He explained. \"They have done this before, with each other. They know how to fight amongst themselves. Adding me to the mix,...it would not be beneficial.\" Harry nodded. He gulped, drew in a deep breath, and stepped hesitantly into the room.

At first nothing happened. Well, nothing changed. Everything kept right on happening. The fighting raged.

There was surprisingly little blood, was the first thing Harry noticed. Lots of noise, roaring, and snarling, lots of thumps, when heavy blows landed. Heaving sides, and flailing limbs. But for the most part, the claws on all of the three were sheathed. They were fighting, earnestly, but not out to kill each other.

Harry took another step into the room. One of the cats landed on all fours, facing him. Harry flinched. Hands going out, and up, as if it would stop the cat. He had no more chance of warding the man-animal off than stopping a train with only his outstretched palms.

He noted the dark copper-brown fur, the black rosettes dotting it here and there. There was one bloody scratch across the cat\'s muzzle. It\'s lips were pulled back, teeth revealed in a threat-snarl. Four inch fangs gleamed. The cat\'s nose twitched. It\'s head lifted. And it backed off, fast.

Only to be replaced by the bigger form of the palest of the three were-cats. A hulking brute of silvery, gold marked fur. Spattered here and there with blood, yet mostly uninjured, as far as Harry could see. It slunk forward, deadly intent, creeping on all fours, belly to the ground, eyes fixed, ravenous, on Harry. The long tail lashed, hypnotically, side to side. It sniffed, again, and again. Each sniff darkening those so primordial eyes.

It came forward in a sudden rush. Running into Harry hard, thrusting it\'s nose into his chest, pushing him down. Harry tried to fall gracefully, failed, ending sprawled on his backside, bruisingly hard. The cat kept coming, moving right up over Harry, pressing it\'s hot, furred underside to the youth\'s front. Pushing him all the way flat, muzzle rooting around Harry\'s throat, letting out repeated growls, low and warning. Breath hot on Harry\'s stretched throat. Chuffing snorts of air.

Harry fought to hold the squeal of distress in. He knew sound might provoke the beast. He held very still. One huge paw went to his middle, claws raking, with precision, slicing through Harry\'s clothes, but not his flesh. Harry\'s felt his skin jumping in uncontrollable reaction to the near miss. He felt each long wickedly curved claw as it slid over his vulnerable skin, slick and hard as polished ivory.

The cat lowered more of it\'s weight onto the young man. Harry squirmed. The cat growled warningly. Working with it\'s back paws to shred the pants off it\'s prey, until Harry lay mostly nude, shivering, scared. He couldn\'t stop his hands from lifting, fisting in the thick fur, holding on tight. He had to hold on to something. Anything. A deep purr rumbled throughout his whole body, the cat on top of him telegraphing it\'s pleasure.

A second purr and then a third answered the first. Harry could see one of the other cats, flat to the floor, belly creeping closer. Head lowered to just above the ground. It was watching him with glittering, predatory, brown eyes. Harry yelped, trying to squirm away. The big cat on top of him hissed, and the other animal stopped it\'s forward progress for a moment.

Harry was trapped. He felt the were-cat shift it\'s back paws, positioning them between Harry\'s legs, forcing them wider apart, so Harry felt that incredible, more than human heat, settle against his inner thighs. He whimpered, shifting, which only resulted in his instinctive lifting of legs to slide along the beast\'s sides. He did not want to do it, not this way, especially. He did not want to do this with an animal, not even one he knew was really a man. He felt the slick heat of the were-cats genitals along his pelvis.

\"No.\" Harry pleaded. He pushed up, pulling at the fur clutched in his fists. \"No! Lucius. No. Please. Be human for me. Please.\"

The cat heaved closer, it\'s hard, erect tip touching Harry intimately. Harry cried out. Then the beast changed. One minute a cat, the next a man. Still positioned to penetrate him, still dripping, wet, hot and ready. Harry was counting his blessings. He didn\'t resist. At least his first time would be with a man, not a were-animal. He relaxed as much as he could, wrapped his legs around Lucius. Felt the smooth skin of the man\'s chest rub over his tautened nipples. He sighed. That was good.

Lucius eased forward, sliding into the tight young body a fraction of an inch. The youth was not resisting, he rumbled his satisfaction. He let off the pressure for an instant, then pushed in again. Gentle, slow, easy. This was his Marked. His Marked should never be hurt or injured in sex. Back and forth, Lucius\' body providing the necessary lubrication, dripping with his state of high arousal.

He felt the first real penetration, heard the quick indrawn breath from the boy underneath him. Good. He was in, just a bit, but now he moved forward with greater ease. In and out. deeper with each stroke, Harry\'s moans growing. Pleasure, and pain, a tinge of fear, Lucius caught the scent, and moved to alleviate the fear. He licked the boy\'s face. Snuffled along his ear. Licked again.

Lucius felt the two long sinuous, furred bodies stealing closer, rubbing along either side of his and the Marked one\'s bodies. He did not try to dissuade them, just continued to carefully thrust, gaining deeper entry into the tight hot place that was the focus of all his need. He pumped his hips. Harry cried out. Lucius growled, licked the open, panting mouth. Let his tongue explore inside.

Harry was filled to capacity, he thought. The king was too big, he couldn\'t take it. Couldn\'t take all of him. He opened his mouth to cry out, to tell him no more. But the man\'s tongue filled his mouth. Sucked on his own tongue, and a rush of unexpected heat washed over his skin, radiating through him like a sudden bone deep shock of electricity. All the way to his pelvis. Pooling there. Urging his body to take it, to take more, to get more, to beg for it.

Harry suddenly sucked hard on the warm tongue in his mouth. His body was melting. His legs moving wider, his pelvis lifting, thrusting in time with the man\'s surging motions. The huge invader went further, Harry dropped his head back, lolling on his neck, rolling side to side.

No. This wasn\'t possible. This pleasure. Oh, Ghod. So hard. So deep. Deeper, please. Lucius moved up inside of him in one complete wave. Oh, Merlin. Harry sobbed. Limp. No more strength in his body, not after being confronted with this overwhelming sensation.

Lucius felt the body under his own go passive, throbbing around him only in one place, the place where he pierced it so incredibly deep. His head raised involuntarily, every hair on end, at the complete submission. He had never felt it so perfectly done. He roared out of his human throat. Thrust in hard, pulled back. Hard and long, hitting the place inside the youth\'s body that made him whimper and thrash his head. But the boy\'s arms were open, his legs wide, he was absolutely open to the king\'s will. His body surrendered for the king\'s passion. The king\'s use.

Lucius lost his control. He rushed forward, unable to stop, seeking the ultimate sensation, to reach his satisfaction, to claim this one, to spill his seed in him. He moved, fast, thrusting, nipping, and licking the face and throat of the moaning, whimpering youth. His kitten. His. Faster, pistoning in and out, the kitten letting out continual cries, accepting each powerful invasion into his body willingly.

Sweat poured off the king\'s face, dripped onto the boy underneath, slicked their bodies. Harry was barely conscious, yet so attuned to the pleasure, to the power of the man piercing him. It was his only reality, the place between his legs, the sparkling sensation of the man riding him hard and thick, striking his prostate with every stroke, until Harry wailed, his orgasm jetting out, half-unwilling from his body. Too soon, too soon, far too soon. But too long, he had been waiting for this for his entire life. He wanted it to last forever.

The rhythmic squeezing around his erection was all Lucius needed. The last little stimulation to send him roaring to his pleasure. His seed filled the tight body beneath his. Pulsing into the tight sheath. He rode it even as he filled it full, covered it anew with his scent, his claim. Hips pumping, even deeper into it, to the limit of his reach, into this perfect vessel. The vessel that was his. His Marked. His Claimed.

He went limp. Made no objection when tongues began lapping at him, at them, cleaning them of sweat and sex and seed. He slid off the boy, to the side. Allowed his second and third to continue their task, their care of their king and his Chosen.

Outside, Yaji and Mantheer held the sobbing young man, they held Draco tight, as they listened to the king\'s pleasure.

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