Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 17

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Harry asked himself for the tenth time what the hell he was doing coming down here. He\'d left Blaise asleep, with the other young-lings curled around him. All warm and content, as Harry was not. He was restless, tossing and turning. Then he sat up, impulsively leaving his sleeping area and companions, padding noiselessly down the long halls. Heading here. He was now in the hall outside the king\'s personal rooms. Unbidden.

He looked over at one of the tall guardians who stood watch. The dark skinned, human-form, were-leopard returned his look impassively, eyes glittering black in the gloom. Made no move to stop him, or to question him. Why was he here? Should he be here? Why did the night-watcher not stop him? Did he have a right to be here? As the Chosen? No one had said. But, the guard did not try to stop him. Surely that meant something.

Harry ducked into the dark room quickly, before he lost what little nerve he had. He stood still just inside the arched doorway, waiting for his eyes to adjust. It happened faster than it had ever done when he was all human. He could see well in only seconds, despite the cloaking blackness, without a single candle lit.

He picked his way silently towards the big bed, piled high with sleeping furs, his bare feet confident, moving over the cool stones of the floor. Three bodies were tumbled in among the furs. Long, muscular bodies. The ruling three of the pride. The king and his second and third. Sleeping together.

Harry crept silently closer. He wished they were not there, the other two men. He wished the king was alone. That they, he and Lucius, could be alone. They never were. Others were always around. Even as he gave his virginity to the king. Graeme and Amrys had been there , close enough that they touched, the four of them, while Lucius took him.

He was not completely sure why he decided to come here. He had woken, wanting to be somewhere besides in the snoozing pile of young-lings. Harry wished to be with the man who was his lover. Wanted to be touched by him, held by him. Wanted to rest with his ear over the man\'s strong heart beat. His virginity had been taken by the king, and not another word said. No endearments. No words of commitment, or of love. Harry ached to know why.

What did it mean to be the Marked one, the Claimed, or the Chosen? He was not treated differently. His company was not sought out. They did not converse together, or even sit together unless Lucius was idle and inclined to pet him.

If their paths crossed, the man would stroke him absently, and move on. The touches were good, but there were no words, no conversations with him. So what if other\'s in the pride said the word Chosen with reverence. Harry didn\'t feel special. He felt lonely.

Being taken, having sex, for that small time he had felt special. He had felt pleasure, great pleasure. At that moment he knew where he belonged. But not now. Now he felt lonely. The companions of his age, those still asleep in the furs he left minutes ago, they failed to ease his loneliness. They were not enough. It came to him what he wanted, laying awake in the dark.

It was why he was here, now. He wanted Lucius. He wanted to be near the man again, to be next to be held by the man who had been deep in his body. He wanted to be welcome here, in the king\'s, his lover\'s, private space. Like Amrys and Graeme were.

Were the men the king\'s lovers? If so, was he also? Or was he something else? Something he didn\'t understand?

Taking sudden courage from his desperation, the young man crawled up onto the bed and into the tumbled furs. He felt warm skin brushing his bare knees. He scented, the limb belonged to Graeme. He stole up further, and found a hand. A pale skinned hand, that smelled right, he nuzzled his face into the curled palm. Flattening the fingers until they cupped his face. Rolled his back up against the man\'s thigh. Settled down.

He was not aware of it when he began to cry. His tears fell onto the hand and wrist of the man. Who startled awake, sniffing at the salty tang in the air.

Sadness, pain, longing. It was in the air. Lucius was immobile for long moments trying to figure out what had occurred.

There was a fourth body in his bed. Unexpected. Small and slender, young. His kitten was here. In his rooms. Where kittens were not brought. Not ever. He sat up, reached a hand down, just as Amrys was reaching out to lift the offending one off the bed, to deposit him onto the floor. Lucius stopped his second. Looking down into the huge green eyes swimming with despair and spilling tears.

\"Leave him. Rest.\" The king whispered. Graeme and Amrys exchanged a look. Laying hesitantly back down, as their king bid. Lucius lifted the shaking youth up and into his arms. The boy collapsed on top of Lucius, sobbing quietly now, anguished, as if his heart was breaking. The man\'s large hands tried to console him. Petting him until he fell asleep from exhaustion.

\"Shall I return him to the rest of the kittens?\" Amrys whispered when the hiccuping breaths had evened out.

\"No. He may remain here.\" Lucius responded, sleepily. \"He will rest better now than if you wake him and move him.\"

\"My king....\" Graeme said, his disquiet apparent in his voice. But Lucius shushed him.

\"If I may not chose where to have my Chosen rest, then am I really king?\"

His leopards conceded the point. Curling up on either side of their friend and king, while the boy slept on, sprawled on the broad chest, ear over the beating heart of the man. Content.


The Manor\'s library. The next day.

Lucius pulled the startled young man up off the chair and to his feet. Bending, he swept him up into his arms, carrying him out of the library and away from the circle of friends who he\'d been studying with. Someone giggled. More than one someone, as Harry was carried off, dangling face down over a wide shoulder. Harry yelped, but quickly noted who it was, and managed to relax, struggling didn\'t seem like a good idea.

It was a trip of only minutes, even with the boy\'s wiggles, to Lucius\' sleeping room. Harry was sprawled out on his back on the furs a second after they crossed the threshold. He started to sit up, but Lucius, shedding his loose pants, now gloriously naked, crawled onto the bed and pinned him flat, divesting him of his clothing, too. Harry had only a second to see and marvel at the wonderful body, the sheer beauty, before he was pressed into the furs and the sensation made him close his eyes.

Lucius began with Harry\'s fingers. He nuzzled them, kissed them. Gently, he moved his tongue over them, tasting a faint inky flavor, but underneath it, the taste that was all kitten, all his Chosen. He sucked the youth\'s thumb into his mouth, worried at it. Sliding it in and out of his tightened lips, grazing it all along it\'s length with his blunt human teeth. Harry\'s eyes rolled back into his head. Skin tightening all over his body.

\"Ghooood.\" He groaned. Thirty seconds, not even one minute, after being tossed onto the bed, and he was already out of control. A slut. That is what he was. The leopard king\'s slut. Wrapping his legs around the man\'s waist he found he didn\'t really care.

Lucius licked at the spread palm, leaving the wet thumb behind, biting his way, softly, no lingering marks, to the vulnerable wrist, raking teeth over the hot pulse, hesitating, then moving slowly, wetly, up the outstretched arm, up the forearm, and to the boy\'s elbow crease. He sucked the tender flesh, into his mouth, drawing a flush of blood to the surface. Harry squirmed, crossing his legs and squeezing them together hard. Trapping his achingly hard erection against Lucius\' belly, squeezing it, trying not to come, not to lose it so soon.

The man\'s nose pushed into Harry\'s neck, rubbing over his throat, inhaling and exhaling the stronger scent that lingered there. He kissed the damp flesh, suckled at it, licked up to behind the young man\'s ear. Oh, that was good, the soft curly hair, the scent of light sweating kitten, the tender lobe of his ear to nibble on. He nibbled, and he bit. Harry\'s reacted with a cry of almost fear, coupled with a moan of pure wanton arousal. Lucius growled louder, flicking the tender lobe with his tongue.

He used his hands to move the youth. To tilt him, his hips upward, fitting them together and moving into him, pressing their bodies close. Then he licked over the bony clavicles, over the stretched and offered throat. Biting at his shoulders, nice strong, young shoulders, rounded with muscle, not large like his own, but good and full, just right for the slim frame.

The round mounds of buttocks fit perfectly into his hands, cupped into his palms, his erection sliding along the flat belly, warm thighs, gripping him tight.

\"Lucius!\" The word was a gasp. The kitten was moaning, Lucius smiled at that, the thrill of the sound tearing though him, like icy fire.

\"Yesss,\" the leopard king hissed. His hold growing fierce, painfully tight. Harry threw back his head and cried out. Lucius snarled against the Chosen\'s neck. \"Yes, give yourself to me, kitten. Please me.\"

\"Lucius please.\" Harry cried, low. He writhed. \"I can\'t...\"

\"You can, kitten. What ever it is, you can.\" The man told him. And lowered his mouth over the opened, panting one, tasting it with his mouth and lips and tongue.

\"No. Not with you doing....that.\"

Lucius was thrusting between Harry\'s thighs, over and over, tortuously slow. The friction was exquisite. He smiled against the curve of Harry\'s neck.

He pulled back, raised the smaller man, and laved his tongue over one of the hard pebbled nipples. Harry screamed. Oh, better, and better. Lucius thought, letting Harry fall flat onto his back. Then he began nursing each of those tender bits of flesh.

Harry tried to push him away. His nipples burned and grew more peaked, so tight and hard he thought they would break off. So sensitive. And Lucius seemed to know, because his tongue slowed its movement. Lapped gently. Sucked with careful lips. Harry hyperventilated. His cries continuous now.

Lucius moved still lower. He didn\'t do this often, but the sweet flesh of his chosen tempted him. His mouth found the youth\'s erection, sucking it into the cavern of wetness. Harry lost the ability to think. Heat surrounded him, dragged over his sensitive flesh. His penis surged with every stroke of the eager tongue that played over him.

Sweet, clean, luscious. Lucius suckled.

Harry arched up into his mouth now, thrusting, ragged, nearly out of control. Hissing with the unfamiliar sensation of being taken this way. His coordination was failing. His hand falling aside, his knees and legs working aimlessly as he heaved up, writhing.

As Lucius teased and tormented him with the hot, wet pleasure, sliding his lips up and down his blood swollen length. Pulling off, Lucius licked at the backs of Harry\'s spread thighs. Running his tongue over the back of Harry\'s testicles. Drawing first one, then the other into his mouth.

Before returning his attention to the straining, red erection laying tightly up against Harry\'s belly. He swallowed it whole, to the root, sucking hard, moving his head up and down. His tongue swirling and slurping at the rigid flesh. Harry moaned in pure disbelief. He keened. Jerking half upright and shot his load into the demanding mouth around him. Lucius nursed his tender cock gently for several moments longer. Until the last of the cream was deposited on his tongue. Then he pulled back from the limp young man.

\"Have I pleased you, kitten?\" The were-leopard king murmured against the other\'s dampened belly.

Lucius leaned back, and Harry fought to focus on him. Saw him at the end of the bed, licking his lips with lazy satisfaction. Harry moaned again. He had no idea how to speak. It would take him some time to remember how to use actual words.

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