Furry Magic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
104
Views:
136,528
Reviews:
711
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
3
Disclaimer:
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 39
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 39
Disclaimer: I do not own HP.
Graeme was on Harry, one instant standing a dozen feet away, the next his hand was hard around Harry\'s throat. Lifting him and tossing him back on top of Lucius and the couch, as if he was a leaf floating to the ground. Lucius caught him, cradling him into a safe landing.
Draco let out a cry of distress, starting forward. Graeme turned on him, holding up one finger. Draco took a step back and unwillingly went to the floor crouching there. Graeme glaring hard, warningly, then turning and stalking towards the flabbergasted Harry, who lay stunned, his chest heaving. Lucius held him again, arms winding around him, warm beneath him, steadying hands. Safe.
\"You are kitten.\" Graeme said as he leaned down, hissing softly. Harry felt his body turn to jelly at the hiss, his heart thumping painfully hard. He expected to feel fear, and it was there, far in the background, but he was overcome far more strongly by something quite different.
It started the instant Graeme\'s hand fastened on his throat. It grew when the man threw him, and now as he is leaning over him, the lassitude spread, Harry wanted to have Graeme looming over him. Just like this. Surrender. The refusal to fight. Submission to another\'s will. Harry was left gasping, unable to defend himself. His body wouldn\'t obey the urgent pleas. His body wanted something completely different.
\"Do not seek to insult me. Do not seek to defy me.\" Graeme moved closer, throwing a leg over the sprawled youth, bearing him into the cushions and heavily down on top of Lucius. The hard, round globes of his butt were pressed onto Harry\'s thighs. Harry stayed unmoving, letting out a mewl. Lucius let out a growl, and Harry echoed it, only coming from him the sound was more plaintive, a begging, hopeful sound. Graeme smiled when it reached his ear. His hand floated over Harry, exploring, searching. Stroking, affectionate, approving.
\"You rail at me, that I am in error. Let me enlighten you. Listen to what your body is telling you.\" The voice he used next was soft and whispery, Graeme\'s hand ceased it\'s wandering, fastened onto Harry\'s chin, squeezing just a bit.
\"You are kitten. I am third. I have been where you are now. You have not been where I am. I too, had to learn to obey. Now it is what you must learn.\" His face grows closer and closer, his magnificent eyes locked on to Harry\'s. His lips peeled back, revealing full fangs. Harry let out a squeak. His bones turning to water. Lucius\' touch ran soothingly up his sides.
\"You can not walk before you crawl, kitten. And no one has taught you to crawl. I will teach you to crawl, to walk, then to run.\" Harry tried to lean away, but his body wouldn\'t obey him. His muscles were lax, he felt Lucius shift underneath him to better support his and Graeme\'s weight.
And that small motion was incredible. Now all Harry\'s focus was on being between the men. His beloved behind him. Graeme in front. Hard and loving behind. Hard and controlling, demanding in front. Lucius\' grip was careful, tender, still protective, but not stopping Graeme or hindering him. Harry wanted to be held, just like this. He started straining, wanting more contact. Graeme growled deep and rumbling in his broad chest. Harry melted, his stomach gone quivering. Oh Ghod. Graeme was leaning in. He can\'t....
Lucius\' hand left Harry\'s waist, moving up, and onto Graeme\'s arm, lean fingers wrapping snug around the wrist of the third, not tight, not inhibiting. Just there. Holding Graeme while Graeme holds Harry\'s face. Graeme\'s eyes flickered with flashes of dark light. He lifted his face, gazing over the young-ling\'s shoulder up into his king\'s eyes.
Harry watches as Graeme\'s lips part, as he senses the were-leopard\'s breath coming faster, deeper, harder. As the big man rose, moving up, towards Lucius, body so close to Harry\'s that they brushed the whole way up, silky soft skin of bare abdomen and chest all over his own torso. The hand holding his chin shifted position, fingers sinking into his messy, raven hair, nails running sharp and intense, over his scalp, tightening every nerve in his body, raising gooseflesh from head to toe.
Harry\'s moan momentarily stops Graeme\'s upward motion. The older leopard looked down, re-focusing on the young man\'s face, the dilated pupils, the flushed cheeks. Graeme paused, a hungry look filling his eyes, he licked his lips. Harry mewled again. Begging. Even he had to admit that was what the sound was about. Need. Urgent.
Harry was confused and panting. What was he doing?
\"You are asking for favor from a more dominant leopard.\" Lucius said to him, with utmost gentleness. \"It is instinct. You can not fight it. And you shouldn\'t. It is natural. Not something to fear.\"
\"I...\" Harry began.
\"No. Don\'t be afraid.\" Graeme whispered, laying heavy and warm on top of Harry. \"This feeling, is what you are supposed to have. We all have it at one time or other.\"
\"He is right. Let it take you. Feel it. I am here. Graeme is here. You are safe.\" Lucius told him.
Harry sighed. He felt....
Warm.
Safe.
Good.
\"Harry?\" Draco was next to the couch, kneeling down, slender fingers grasping his shirt. \"Harry? Are you all right?\"
Harry lifted dazed eyes to his blond friend\'s face. To the troubled gaze, the anxious expression. Harry considered the question for a moment. He discovered the unexpected answer.
\"Yes. I am alright.\" He said. And, strangely, it was true.
ne\'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I do not own HP.
Graeme was on Harry, one instant standing a dozen feet away, the next his hand was hard around Harry\'s throat. Lifting him and tossing him back on top of Lucius and the couch, as if he was a leaf floating to the ground. Lucius caught him, cradling him into a safe landing.
Draco let out a cry of distress, starting forward. Graeme turned on him, holding up one finger. Draco took a step back and unwillingly went to the floor crouching there. Graeme glaring hard, warningly, then turning and stalking towards the flabbergasted Harry, who lay stunned, his chest heaving. Lucius held him again, arms winding around him, warm beneath him, steadying hands. Safe.
\"You are kitten.\" Graeme said as he leaned down, hissing softly. Harry felt his body turn to jelly at the hiss, his heart thumping painfully hard. He expected to feel fear, and it was there, far in the background, but he was overcome far more strongly by something quite different.
It started the instant Graeme\'s hand fastened on his throat. It grew when the man threw him, and now as he is leaning over him, the lassitude spread, Harry wanted to have Graeme looming over him. Just like this. Surrender. The refusal to fight. Submission to another\'s will. Harry was left gasping, unable to defend himself. His body wouldn\'t obey the urgent pleas. His body wanted something completely different.
\"Do not seek to insult me. Do not seek to defy me.\" Graeme moved closer, throwing a leg over the sprawled youth, bearing him into the cushions and heavily down on top of Lucius. The hard, round globes of his butt were pressed onto Harry\'s thighs. Harry stayed unmoving, letting out a mewl. Lucius let out a growl, and Harry echoed it, only coming from him the sound was more plaintive, a begging, hopeful sound. Graeme smiled when it reached his ear. His hand floated over Harry, exploring, searching. Stroking, affectionate, approving.
\"You rail at me, that I am in error. Let me enlighten you. Listen to what your body is telling you.\" The voice he used next was soft and whispery, Graeme\'s hand ceased it\'s wandering, fastened onto Harry\'s chin, squeezing just a bit.
\"You are kitten. I am third. I have been where you are now. You have not been where I am. I too, had to learn to obey. Now it is what you must learn.\" His face grows closer and closer, his magnificent eyes locked on to Harry\'s. His lips peeled back, revealing full fangs. Harry let out a squeak. His bones turning to water. Lucius\' touch ran soothingly up his sides.
\"You can not walk before you crawl, kitten. And no one has taught you to crawl. I will teach you to crawl, to walk, then to run.\" Harry tried to lean away, but his body wouldn\'t obey him. His muscles were lax, he felt Lucius shift underneath him to better support his and Graeme\'s weight.
And that small motion was incredible. Now all Harry\'s focus was on being between the men. His beloved behind him. Graeme in front. Hard and loving behind. Hard and controlling, demanding in front. Lucius\' grip was careful, tender, still protective, but not stopping Graeme or hindering him. Harry wanted to be held, just like this. He started straining, wanting more contact. Graeme growled deep and rumbling in his broad chest. Harry melted, his stomach gone quivering. Oh Ghod. Graeme was leaning in. He can\'t....
Lucius\' hand left Harry\'s waist, moving up, and onto Graeme\'s arm, lean fingers wrapping snug around the wrist of the third, not tight, not inhibiting. Just there. Holding Graeme while Graeme holds Harry\'s face. Graeme\'s eyes flickered with flashes of dark light. He lifted his face, gazing over the young-ling\'s shoulder up into his king\'s eyes.
Harry watches as Graeme\'s lips part, as he senses the were-leopard\'s breath coming faster, deeper, harder. As the big man rose, moving up, towards Lucius, body so close to Harry\'s that they brushed the whole way up, silky soft skin of bare abdomen and chest all over his own torso. The hand holding his chin shifted position, fingers sinking into his messy, raven hair, nails running sharp and intense, over his scalp, tightening every nerve in his body, raising gooseflesh from head to toe.
Harry\'s moan momentarily stops Graeme\'s upward motion. The older leopard looked down, re-focusing on the young man\'s face, the dilated pupils, the flushed cheeks. Graeme paused, a hungry look filling his eyes, he licked his lips. Harry mewled again. Begging. Even he had to admit that was what the sound was about. Need. Urgent.
Harry was confused and panting. What was he doing?
\"You are asking for favor from a more dominant leopard.\" Lucius said to him, with utmost gentleness. \"It is instinct. You can not fight it. And you shouldn\'t. It is natural. Not something to fear.\"
\"I...\" Harry began.
\"No. Don\'t be afraid.\" Graeme whispered, laying heavy and warm on top of Harry. \"This feeling, is what you are supposed to have. We all have it at one time or other.\"
\"He is right. Let it take you. Feel it. I am here. Graeme is here. You are safe.\" Lucius told him.
Harry sighed. He felt....
Warm.
Safe.
Good.
\"Harry?\" Draco was next to the couch, kneeling down, slender fingers grasping his shirt. \"Harry? Are you all right?\"
Harry lifted dazed eyes to his blond friend\'s face. To the troubled gaze, the anxious expression. Harry considered the question for a moment. He discovered the unexpected answer.
\"Yes. I am alright.\" He said. And, strangely, it was true.
ne\'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com