Furry Magic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
104
Views:
136,516
Reviews:
711
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
3
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
chapter 27
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 27
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters.
Draco looked up at the members of the pride who walked past him. They reached out to him, most knew him, had watched him grow. At one time they\'d believed him to be the future of the pride. Each sniffed him. Learning for themselves that he was not with child, reacquainting themselves with the youth who at one time had been the heir himself. And now sought to give them back a future, with a child of his body, who would be the heir.
He sat on the rectangular rock that was the king\'s throne, furs draped it, cushioned it, warmed the cold stone, but still he shivered.Thick crimson velvet and silk covered his own body.
Beneath the cloth he was naked, in preparation for the night\'s further activity. He curled his toes under and hid his bare feet in the folds of the voluminous robes. He tried to take comfort in the fact these were new robes. Not the ones his mother had worn when he had been conceived. These robes were new and carried no history of failure. He loved her, but she had lied. Now he had a chance to defeat that lie she had told, to make it unimportant, simply past history. If he gave the pride a new birth to celebrate.
While the endless greeting line progressed, Kaithas and Harry Potter sat behind him, Harry sitting close enough to offer support. Harry himself was held in the arm of the pride\'s king, Lucius. Held secure against the strong body and deep chest. Imparting what he could of his own comfort to the young man who leaned along his side.
Standing to either side of the throne stood Mantheer and Yaji, both tall and immobile pillars, patiently waiting. Graeme and Amrys were next to Lucius. All stayed silent as the procession continued, until the last of the pride finished. Then the gathering arena was cleared.
Remaining was the core of the pride\'s leadership.
Draco looked only at his hands, he found suddenly he did not have the courage to look at the men who surrounded him, who would watch him in this most intimate of acts. His request had been the reason they were here, why they would watch all of it.
A hand touched his bowed head. No words, just a touch, and he turned into that hand, knowing it from years of growing up and being cared for. Years of being protected. He knew if he only said the word, that hand would carry him away from here. Suddenly the last place he wanted to be. But, now he thought that maybe he could get through it.
Draco lifted his head. He met the gaze of the Seer who had come around to stand in front of him.
\"Do you wish this to happen, Draco Malfoy?\" Kaithas asked with gentleness.
Draco reached up and took the hand that was comforting him. Mantheer\'s rough palm was reassuringly familiar as he held it. He turned his head to the other side, and Yaji was there, crouched down, so their eyes were on a level. Without saying anything Yaji asked what Draco wanted.
It was time. Draco looked up at Kaithas. drew in a deep breath.
\"Yes. I want to do this.\"
\"Then let it begin.\"
The fire crackled, the only light in the arena. Casting a golden glow throughout the room. Draco let Kaithas\' careful hands bear him backwards to rest flat on the stone. The catches and ties of the robe were loosed, and opened, until he was framed in crimson red silk. His naked body white in stark contrast.
Harry came closer, leaning down and placing both palms on Draco\'s upper arms as Kaithas had counseled. His raven hair brushed Draco\'s forehead. A kiss was laid on his cheek.
Lucius loomed off to one side, stern and regal as he observed. More king than father this night. Though his tight jaw spoke to the difficulty of that.
Mantheer and Yaji knelt shoulder to shoulder, a wide wall on the opposite side from the king, who had Graeme beside him. Kaithas took a step towards the head of the throne walking slowly until he was behind Harry one hand on each of the young-ling\'s shoulders.
Amrys, the man Kaithas had chosen to father the heir, climbed up onto the stone. Draco let out a small yip as the blond man parted his thighs, moved up between them. Amrys stilled, his eyes fixed on Draco\'s face. He waited as a spasm closed the legs tight around him, so tight he could not move without hurting the youth.
At last Draco felt the worst of the tremors abate, he nodded at the pride\'s second. He watched Amrys move forward, gloriously nude, a beautiful man. But Draco had never been much moved by beauty not feminine. What he saw was power, strength to great for him to resist it. Any fight he would lose. Amrys could do whatever he wished and Draco had not the power to stop him.
Amrys lifted his legs, resting them on his own thighs. His hand went to Draco\'s buttocks, just holding him, trying to get him used to the feel of bigger hands on him. Draco let his head fall back with a muffled thump.
Amrys\' fingers touched him intimately, and at the same time Harry was suddenly inside his mind. Kaithas was a dim shadow compared to the shining, overwhelming, brightness of Potter. Draco gasped, writhed up and away from the were-leopard between his legs.
\"No!\" He panted. \"No!\"
ne\'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the recognizable characters.
Draco looked up at the members of the pride who walked past him. They reached out to him, most knew him, had watched him grow. At one time they\'d believed him to be the future of the pride. Each sniffed him. Learning for themselves that he was not with child, reacquainting themselves with the youth who at one time had been the heir himself. And now sought to give them back a future, with a child of his body, who would be the heir.
He sat on the rectangular rock that was the king\'s throne, furs draped it, cushioned it, warmed the cold stone, but still he shivered.Thick crimson velvet and silk covered his own body.
Beneath the cloth he was naked, in preparation for the night\'s further activity. He curled his toes under and hid his bare feet in the folds of the voluminous robes. He tried to take comfort in the fact these were new robes. Not the ones his mother had worn when he had been conceived. These robes were new and carried no history of failure. He loved her, but she had lied. Now he had a chance to defeat that lie she had told, to make it unimportant, simply past history. If he gave the pride a new birth to celebrate.
While the endless greeting line progressed, Kaithas and Harry Potter sat behind him, Harry sitting close enough to offer support. Harry himself was held in the arm of the pride\'s king, Lucius. Held secure against the strong body and deep chest. Imparting what he could of his own comfort to the young man who leaned along his side.
Standing to either side of the throne stood Mantheer and Yaji, both tall and immobile pillars, patiently waiting. Graeme and Amrys were next to Lucius. All stayed silent as the procession continued, until the last of the pride finished. Then the gathering arena was cleared.
Remaining was the core of the pride\'s leadership.
Draco looked only at his hands, he found suddenly he did not have the courage to look at the men who surrounded him, who would watch him in this most intimate of acts. His request had been the reason they were here, why they would watch all of it.
A hand touched his bowed head. No words, just a touch, and he turned into that hand, knowing it from years of growing up and being cared for. Years of being protected. He knew if he only said the word, that hand would carry him away from here. Suddenly the last place he wanted to be. But, now he thought that maybe he could get through it.
Draco lifted his head. He met the gaze of the Seer who had come around to stand in front of him.
\"Do you wish this to happen, Draco Malfoy?\" Kaithas asked with gentleness.
Draco reached up and took the hand that was comforting him. Mantheer\'s rough palm was reassuringly familiar as he held it. He turned his head to the other side, and Yaji was there, crouched down, so their eyes were on a level. Without saying anything Yaji asked what Draco wanted.
It was time. Draco looked up at Kaithas. drew in a deep breath.
\"Yes. I want to do this.\"
\"Then let it begin.\"
The fire crackled, the only light in the arena. Casting a golden glow throughout the room. Draco let Kaithas\' careful hands bear him backwards to rest flat on the stone. The catches and ties of the robe were loosed, and opened, until he was framed in crimson red silk. His naked body white in stark contrast.
Harry came closer, leaning down and placing both palms on Draco\'s upper arms as Kaithas had counseled. His raven hair brushed Draco\'s forehead. A kiss was laid on his cheek.
Lucius loomed off to one side, stern and regal as he observed. More king than father this night. Though his tight jaw spoke to the difficulty of that.
Mantheer and Yaji knelt shoulder to shoulder, a wide wall on the opposite side from the king, who had Graeme beside him. Kaithas took a step towards the head of the throne walking slowly until he was behind Harry one hand on each of the young-ling\'s shoulders.
Amrys, the man Kaithas had chosen to father the heir, climbed up onto the stone. Draco let out a small yip as the blond man parted his thighs, moved up between them. Amrys stilled, his eyes fixed on Draco\'s face. He waited as a spasm closed the legs tight around him, so tight he could not move without hurting the youth.
At last Draco felt the worst of the tremors abate, he nodded at the pride\'s second. He watched Amrys move forward, gloriously nude, a beautiful man. But Draco had never been much moved by beauty not feminine. What he saw was power, strength to great for him to resist it. Any fight he would lose. Amrys could do whatever he wished and Draco had not the power to stop him.
Amrys lifted his legs, resting them on his own thighs. His hand went to Draco\'s buttocks, just holding him, trying to get him used to the feel of bigger hands on him. Draco let his head fall back with a muffled thump.
Amrys\' fingers touched him intimately, and at the same time Harry was suddenly inside his mind. Kaithas was a dim shadow compared to the shining, overwhelming, brightness of Potter. Draco gasped, writhed up and away from the were-leopard between his legs.
\"No!\" He panted. \"No!\"
ne\'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com