Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 29

Disclaimer: I do not own HP, or any of the characters created by JKR.

Submission. That was it, the hang up, the one thing that terrified him most, Draco thought. He was a Malfoy. He\'d been raised to be a ruler, a leader. He did not do submission well. He had never learned how. But, that was what was required now.

Harry on the other hand, in spite of his wealth of power, knew how to submit. And how to make the submission graceful and erotic. Now, Harry was inside his mind, sharing this experience, and Harry was guiding him, helping him to understand. Draco was going to learn to do it right. To give in.

Draco sighed, a deep release of tension, a surrendering of fear, and embraced the feeling of what was happening to him. It was good. Who would have guessed not being in control could feel like this? Like a caress of velvet over his skin, each stroke of the large hand. The thumbs spreading him open, a light, slippery touch.

Draco associated men with force, with brash confidence and authority. With taking when it came to sex, not giving. Harry had a subtly different view. He expected strength, got it, and still demanded gentleness, even as he gave up his control. He surrendered his control to get what he wanted. The man he gave himself to had to cherish him, he would accept nothing less than being treated as a precious lover.

The concept astonished Draco. His passionate encounters with women had not been that way. They had been pleasant, some of them truly sexy. Yet, none had held the bone-deep craving he felt from Harry\'s memory of the couplings he\'d had with the king of the pride. The man Harry called his lover. Draco\'s father.

Hands lifted his hips, careful, caring hands, oh so strong ones. Draco let it happen, bending into position, accepted the slick fingers opening him, sliding inside, stretching him. The wetness massaging him. It didn\'t hurt. He had expected pain. What he felt now was both relaxing and exciting. He wasn\'t aroused so much, not yet, but he was liking the way he was being touched. It felt good.

Amrys moved closer, lifted Draco up until his buttocks rested on his thighs, shifting his long fingers into the body spread out before him. Hot and lovely. The small hole yielding to his explorations. He watched his fingers disappearing inside the taut ring of muscle. He touched the small bundle of nerves inside the youth, and was rewarded with a sharp cry, turning into a long, low moan. Draco shuddered, his belly twitching, a flat stretch of muscle. His erection filling.

Draco let out a breath, a sigh, of pure, sweet pleasure. His penis was stirring, half hard as it lay on his belly. The stretching was the best. Draco did not analyze why, he just liked it. The touch gliding in and out, turning inside of him. He wanted more, he wanted larger things inside, things that would fill him full. He also, unusually for him, didn\'t feel like he had to do anything but enjoy the feeling.

The next touch was blunter, slower. Oh. Yes. Amrys, long and thick and hard. Draco wanted it. He loved the sensation, how his body opened, took the invader in. The dilation was exquisite, deepening until he dropped his head back and shivered, just taking what he was being given. He turned his face to one side, felt fur and heat as he rubbed against the flank of the leopard. Harry smoothed his hair back. Kissing him softly, soothingly, on the forehead.

This time Draco didn\'t need the soothing, he arched up, opening to the man sinking into his body. He let out a soft keen. The rest of the men in the room felt the sound filter through all of their nerves, drawing their skin tight, clutching at their chests, sharp and immediate need, drawing them all closer to the two who were coupling.

Amrys went in deep, slow, and gentle as he moved, careful to do nothing to turn the young man\'s pleasure into pain. His big hands held the slim hips, supported them, moved them as he went, a wave of motion, advancing and receding. He rode the slender body, feeling the hot, wet flesh, melting around his erection, virgin tight. He pressed in further, rotating his hips, stirring the tunnel around his cock, and Draco cried out, his legs hitching higher, falling wider, supported on the furred backs of the were-leopards to each side, giving Amrys the message, the older man understood it well. The pale body was his, to pleasure as he willed.

The curve of the young man\'s pale flesh, his bared throat was temptation the were-leopard on his left could not resist. Yaji nuzzled his feline nose into it, and was rewarded by a sharp inhalation as Draco\'s nipples peaked. Amrys saw and drew them into tight little peaks with his fingers as he thrust harder, far deeper this time and Draco groaned.

Harry panted in time to Draco, experiencing the penetration every bit as much as the blond young man was. In tandem they gasped, breath mingling, hot, brushing past one\'s cheek, then the other\'s, Harry licking his face, Draco unable not to do the same, unable not to repeat the wet lap of tongue along Harry\'s cheek.

Harry suddenly groaned, long and drawn out, almost pain, but more desire. Draco looked up, noting that Lucius had come to kneel behind Harry, running hand down his side, over his buttocks. Harry trembled, and the tremor passed from him all the way through Draco, and into Amrys\' flesh. Harry sank his teeth into Draco\'s shoulder, letting out a cry against his skin.

Draco felt it, the rhythm of sex, from between his legs, and from above, Harry was being taken, as he was. The cries multiplied, drove him higher, he gasped, writhing, the intensity of Amrys\' pumping into him growing exponentially. Harder, deeper, longer. Shivering in every nerve, forcing him to moan. Sweat beading on all his skin. Harry\'s hands clasped in his, they braced each other, both young men being ridden, the slap of flesh loud, the moans, louder.

Draco felt it begin. The gathering of power at the small of his back, his thighs, all growing and coalescing, intensity building, Harry\'s breath harsh, fast, uncontrolled, as his own. The begging words, not his, because he was beyond speech, as the sensations all rushed to his pelvis, his genitals, and into the depths of his body, clamping around Amrys\' every thrust.

Draco screamed. It rolled over him, turning every muscle to jelly, he peaked. He felt the jets of heated seed empty into him, fill him, and he felt the repeat of the same happening to Potter. While Harry whimpered, Draco groaned, helpless, he couldn\'t move, he could only take it, every slowing thrust, each shared shudder, until there was nothing left and Amrys collapsed on top of him, rolling to the side so he wouldn\'t crush the smaller man.

Sated. Oh, Ghod. Limp. Sated, so deeply satisfied he couldn\'t even lift his head, or speak his thanks. Only pant, trying to recover his breath. Kaithas\' hands were on him, comforting, touching his abdomen. Seeking the new life Draco already knew was there.


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