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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
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Adult ++
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104
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136,535
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chapter 46
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 46
Disclaimer: Not mine. Belongs to JKR.
One of the side benefits of being handled by the other adult lycanthropes that Harry had not expected, was that every time he returned to Lucius' company smelling of another were-leopard, Lucius was driven to cover that smell with his own scent.
Harry had walked into Lucius' private rooms, and being completely overwelmed by fatigue, lay on the fur covered bed. He felt the lassitude drift over him slowly as he fell asleep, warm and content. He liked being here, he had to admit it, in Lucius' bed. It smelled of his king. It was a guilty pleasure for him, each time, knowing he was allowed to be here, though it was a scandal. In fact, it being a scandal made it all that much more enjoyable.
Harry fell asleep with a smile.
He woke when he felt the licking begin. His whole body took in a startled breath, held it, then he gave in to the feeling. He was nude, and being tasted, he stretched blissfully, going languidly limp. This was heaven, he decided. Laying here, barely alert, with Lucius attending to him, not expecting him to do anything but lay back and enjoy the sensations.
The hot, wet tongue traveled over his feet, and ankles. So sensitive. He trembled in delight. The repeated strokes of the lapping tongue sending almost imperceptible shivers throughout his body. He moaned, feeling particularly vulnerable to his lover's touch today, as the licking made it's slow progress past his calves, his knees, up to his thighs, then to his hips.
He was sprawled bonelessly, as Lucius bathed him with his tongue, his saliva, his scent. Oh this was sooo good. So good. His legs were nudged aside, falling open, wide, one lifted, and Lucius burrowed in closer. Nuzzling into the deep crevices of Harry's body. Applying his attention where he wanted it most, sucking his penis into a warm, slick mouth. The young man moaned, this was utterly unexpected, his lover suckling him, nursing his cock. He was hard, straining, arching into the heat, as Lucius laved him, nibbled, and sucked at him. Harry writhed, panting, while the were-king held him as he wanted him, wantonly spread, so he could feast.
Harry sighed in surprise, wondering if he should be shocked or embarrassed as Lucius licked him very intimately. But being embarrassed took too much energy, besides, it felt incredible, having that talented mouth down there. Swiping him with a seeking heat, tasting him like delicous candy, spearing him on his tongue.
Sweet thrills raced through him, as Lucius bathed his perineum with singled minded hunger, his tongue slipping further and further back, until it glided over the opening to Harry's body. Harry shivered, and let out a tiny cry, feeling his body go liquid, his muscles melting uselessly as Lucius manipulated him, positioned him. Entered him with the tip of his tongue, and Harry let out a sound that shocked himself, a groan of intense longing.
Lucius nudged him over onto his side, and Harry was further licked, up the small of his back, to his shoulders, to his nape, where the man allowed his sharp teeth to graze the skin.
Then Harry felt the full, slick cock poised to enter him. He went limp, waiting, wanting, letting out tiny cries with each breath. Sounds of longing and begging, while Lucius pushed into him, a fraction of an inch, another, coaxing the tight portal to relax, to surrender, to accept the invader, to want the claiming to continue. Lucius reached down, touched Harry where he was being entered, smeared wetness around the tight ring. Harry's head fell back, against Lucius' neck, their hair mingling, dark and pale. Lucius kissed the sweat dewed cheek, murmured encouragement, whispering reasssurances.
"Ahhh." Harry shuddered, angling his hips to take the penetration, make it deeper, feel it move powerfully into him, almost too much, his breath sighed out of him, as Lucius' hands grasped his slender hips and drove into him. His fingers grabbed at the furs, balling into fists. Harry wailed. It was so big, so hard, too much, he needed it. He needed every bit of it, all of Lucius, his lover inside of him. This long hardness, this moment, it was all his. The heart he felt beating against his back, all his. The panting breath along his neck, feathering over his face, in his ear, all his.
Lucius' large hand knotted in the thick, raven hair, so like silk, pulling back, exposing the slim throat, the handsome features, as he forced his erection inside the pliant body, listening to the mewling cries of ecstasy and surrender. He tasted the salty throat, biting it, careful not to break the skin.
"You are mine, my kitten." He hissed, barley more than a puff of air, like fingers sliding over Harry's cheek. Growled through clenched teeth. The kitten's whole body stood to attention, strained, trembling, open, waitng, taking all the force the larger older were-cat could give him, melting with each surge into his body, giving in, yet demanding more.
"Take me, fill me, tear me, I am yours...." Harry thought, not realizing he murmured it out loud. He shook like a leaf in the man's hold.
It was at that moment the doorway was filled, as Bill Weasley stepped into the room, waving his completed diagram of the ward's solution excitedly. His mouth was opening to call out his triumph to Lucius when he realized what he was seeing, and the words dried up in his throat.
Harry writhing in estasy or in exquiste pain. Arched up into the king's hold, keening low, and sweet, skin flushed, one tight nipple visible, a flushed jewel, as Lucius held him, riding him. Bill gaped, frozen in place by the absolute beauty of the youth and the man enjoined.
"Mine." Lucius snarled, his fangs growing, his eyes going feral, light silver, burning grey, as they fixed on the intruder, not his second, and not his third.
"Yours, my king." Harry and Bill answered together, meaning different things, yet the same thing, just as faintly, Harry afraid to yell it, though every fiber of his being wanted to shout it out loud. Bill afraid almost, to breathe.
Harry was the Chosen. Bill's heart raced, he sank to the floor, unable to look away, transfixed by what he saw. Harry was the lover of the king, it was the king's flesh which pierced him, the flesh he rode. Which made him cry out his pleasure and his need. The flesh he served, was royal meat, thick in his sheath, filling him so wonderfully, frighteningly full.
The sound, the scent, sending shockingly strong lust surging through Bill's body. And with it fear, intense, all encompassing, as he knew his king might attack him for it. For daring to be aroused, uninvited, here unbidden.
Lucius drove himself into the tightness, the sheath contracting around his own flesh, making him moan with triumph, as the beloved body twisted and shook underneath him. The heat scent rose up, the scent of arousal, the groan as he drove in further, striking the nub inside that made all of the kitten's body spasm, that small place that drew a scream from the boy, that made him open that last fraction, that made his body clutch all the harder.
Bill backed out of the room on hands and knees, head lowered, eyes fixed on the burning orbs of his king. Cursing himself for being so caught up in his puzzle that he hadn't thought before he ran into the room, he had ignored the scents filling the air. He made it to the outer hall before collapsing on his side, curling up, knees drawn up to his chest, the parchment crushed in his involuntary fist.
The other man was gone, the threat to his kitten, not immediate. There was nothing on the king's mind now, nothing but taking his kitten, his Chosen, and pounding into him, driving them both to orgasm, filling Harry's body with his seed. With gentle, irresistable force the king tugged Harry's head back, turning him so their faces came closer, so he could lick the treasured face, his cheeks, his soft, parted lips, catch the cries, constant and tremulous, in his own mouth. Their tongues meshed, played, mated, as their bodies surged, rode the crest and fell over. Spurting hot, white, thick ropes, over and over, as Harry shuddered and whimpered.
Soft kisses. Long, lingering wet, full mouthed kisses. Sucking, tangling tongues. Hands, soothing, him, loving him, cradling him, as he lay, painting for air, destroyed by the strength of his love, the loving. Lucius still long, hard, thick inside of him, still pulsing, drawing small gasps from the exhausted youth.
Outside the room, Bill lay on the stone floor. Shaking. Amrys and Severus Snape turned the corner of the hall, saw him, and both men came quickly to his side, kneeling.
"Are you injured? Lie still." Snape asked, running his expert hands and eyes over the trembling figure. He freed the crumpled parchment from the man's fist, setting it aside. Bill looked at him, eyes wide, alarmed, then he relaxed seeing who it was,...and who it wasn't.
Amrys laid a gentle hand on his friend, Bill shook harder. Arousal scent from Bill, sex scent from Lucius' rooms. No smell of blood. The smells told Amrys the story, he did not need to ask for an explanation. He settled himself behind the redhaired man, holding him, comforting him. Reassuring him.
Bill moaned. Snape laid a steadying hand on his shoulder.
"Take a breath. Slowly. Hold it. Release it. Again." Snape's velvet voice provided a diversion, Bill seized it with both hands. He drew in a breath, held it, let it go. And repeated the sequence. He was almost relaxed, almost calm, almost ready to stand, when the king stepped out of his rooms and into the hall.
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Disclaimer: Not mine. Belongs to JKR.
One of the side benefits of being handled by the other adult lycanthropes that Harry had not expected, was that every time he returned to Lucius' company smelling of another were-leopard, Lucius was driven to cover that smell with his own scent.
Harry had walked into Lucius' private rooms, and being completely overwelmed by fatigue, lay on the fur covered bed. He felt the lassitude drift over him slowly as he fell asleep, warm and content. He liked being here, he had to admit it, in Lucius' bed. It smelled of his king. It was a guilty pleasure for him, each time, knowing he was allowed to be here, though it was a scandal. In fact, it being a scandal made it all that much more enjoyable.
Harry fell asleep with a smile.
He woke when he felt the licking begin. His whole body took in a startled breath, held it, then he gave in to the feeling. He was nude, and being tasted, he stretched blissfully, going languidly limp. This was heaven, he decided. Laying here, barely alert, with Lucius attending to him, not expecting him to do anything but lay back and enjoy the sensations.
The hot, wet tongue traveled over his feet, and ankles. So sensitive. He trembled in delight. The repeated strokes of the lapping tongue sending almost imperceptible shivers throughout his body. He moaned, feeling particularly vulnerable to his lover's touch today, as the licking made it's slow progress past his calves, his knees, up to his thighs, then to his hips.
He was sprawled bonelessly, as Lucius bathed him with his tongue, his saliva, his scent. Oh this was sooo good. So good. His legs were nudged aside, falling open, wide, one lifted, and Lucius burrowed in closer. Nuzzling into the deep crevices of Harry's body. Applying his attention where he wanted it most, sucking his penis into a warm, slick mouth. The young man moaned, this was utterly unexpected, his lover suckling him, nursing his cock. He was hard, straining, arching into the heat, as Lucius laved him, nibbled, and sucked at him. Harry writhed, panting, while the were-king held him as he wanted him, wantonly spread, so he could feast.
Harry sighed in surprise, wondering if he should be shocked or embarrassed as Lucius licked him very intimately. But being embarrassed took too much energy, besides, it felt incredible, having that talented mouth down there. Swiping him with a seeking heat, tasting him like delicous candy, spearing him on his tongue.
Sweet thrills raced through him, as Lucius bathed his perineum with singled minded hunger, his tongue slipping further and further back, until it glided over the opening to Harry's body. Harry shivered, and let out a tiny cry, feeling his body go liquid, his muscles melting uselessly as Lucius manipulated him, positioned him. Entered him with the tip of his tongue, and Harry let out a sound that shocked himself, a groan of intense longing.
Lucius nudged him over onto his side, and Harry was further licked, up the small of his back, to his shoulders, to his nape, where the man allowed his sharp teeth to graze the skin.
Then Harry felt the full, slick cock poised to enter him. He went limp, waiting, wanting, letting out tiny cries with each breath. Sounds of longing and begging, while Lucius pushed into him, a fraction of an inch, another, coaxing the tight portal to relax, to surrender, to accept the invader, to want the claiming to continue. Lucius reached down, touched Harry where he was being entered, smeared wetness around the tight ring. Harry's head fell back, against Lucius' neck, their hair mingling, dark and pale. Lucius kissed the sweat dewed cheek, murmured encouragement, whispering reasssurances.
"Ahhh." Harry shuddered, angling his hips to take the penetration, make it deeper, feel it move powerfully into him, almost too much, his breath sighed out of him, as Lucius' hands grasped his slender hips and drove into him. His fingers grabbed at the furs, balling into fists. Harry wailed. It was so big, so hard, too much, he needed it. He needed every bit of it, all of Lucius, his lover inside of him. This long hardness, this moment, it was all his. The heart he felt beating against his back, all his. The panting breath along his neck, feathering over his face, in his ear, all his.
Lucius' large hand knotted in the thick, raven hair, so like silk, pulling back, exposing the slim throat, the handsome features, as he forced his erection inside the pliant body, listening to the mewling cries of ecstasy and surrender. He tasted the salty throat, biting it, careful not to break the skin.
"You are mine, my kitten." He hissed, barley more than a puff of air, like fingers sliding over Harry's cheek. Growled through clenched teeth. The kitten's whole body stood to attention, strained, trembling, open, waitng, taking all the force the larger older were-cat could give him, melting with each surge into his body, giving in, yet demanding more.
"Take me, fill me, tear me, I am yours...." Harry thought, not realizing he murmured it out loud. He shook like a leaf in the man's hold.
It was at that moment the doorway was filled, as Bill Weasley stepped into the room, waving his completed diagram of the ward's solution excitedly. His mouth was opening to call out his triumph to Lucius when he realized what he was seeing, and the words dried up in his throat.
Harry writhing in estasy or in exquiste pain. Arched up into the king's hold, keening low, and sweet, skin flushed, one tight nipple visible, a flushed jewel, as Lucius held him, riding him. Bill gaped, frozen in place by the absolute beauty of the youth and the man enjoined.
"Mine." Lucius snarled, his fangs growing, his eyes going feral, light silver, burning grey, as they fixed on the intruder, not his second, and not his third.
"Yours, my king." Harry and Bill answered together, meaning different things, yet the same thing, just as faintly, Harry afraid to yell it, though every fiber of his being wanted to shout it out loud. Bill afraid almost, to breathe.
Harry was the Chosen. Bill's heart raced, he sank to the floor, unable to look away, transfixed by what he saw. Harry was the lover of the king, it was the king's flesh which pierced him, the flesh he rode. Which made him cry out his pleasure and his need. The flesh he served, was royal meat, thick in his sheath, filling him so wonderfully, frighteningly full.
The sound, the scent, sending shockingly strong lust surging through Bill's body. And with it fear, intense, all encompassing, as he knew his king might attack him for it. For daring to be aroused, uninvited, here unbidden.
Lucius drove himself into the tightness, the sheath contracting around his own flesh, making him moan with triumph, as the beloved body twisted and shook underneath him. The heat scent rose up, the scent of arousal, the groan as he drove in further, striking the nub inside that made all of the kitten's body spasm, that small place that drew a scream from the boy, that made him open that last fraction, that made his body clutch all the harder.
Bill backed out of the room on hands and knees, head lowered, eyes fixed on the burning orbs of his king. Cursing himself for being so caught up in his puzzle that he hadn't thought before he ran into the room, he had ignored the scents filling the air. He made it to the outer hall before collapsing on his side, curling up, knees drawn up to his chest, the parchment crushed in his involuntary fist.
The other man was gone, the threat to his kitten, not immediate. There was nothing on the king's mind now, nothing but taking his kitten, his Chosen, and pounding into him, driving them both to orgasm, filling Harry's body with his seed. With gentle, irresistable force the king tugged Harry's head back, turning him so their faces came closer, so he could lick the treasured face, his cheeks, his soft, parted lips, catch the cries, constant and tremulous, in his own mouth. Their tongues meshed, played, mated, as their bodies surged, rode the crest and fell over. Spurting hot, white, thick ropes, over and over, as Harry shuddered and whimpered.
Soft kisses. Long, lingering wet, full mouthed kisses. Sucking, tangling tongues. Hands, soothing, him, loving him, cradling him, as he lay, painting for air, destroyed by the strength of his love, the loving. Lucius still long, hard, thick inside of him, still pulsing, drawing small gasps from the exhausted youth.
Outside the room, Bill lay on the stone floor. Shaking. Amrys and Severus Snape turned the corner of the hall, saw him, and both men came quickly to his side, kneeling.
"Are you injured? Lie still." Snape asked, running his expert hands and eyes over the trembling figure. He freed the crumpled parchment from the man's fist, setting it aside. Bill looked at him, eyes wide, alarmed, then he relaxed seeing who it was,...and who it wasn't.
Amrys laid a gentle hand on his friend, Bill shook harder. Arousal scent from Bill, sex scent from Lucius' rooms. No smell of blood. The smells told Amrys the story, he did not need to ask for an explanation. He settled himself behind the redhaired man, holding him, comforting him. Reassuring him.
Bill moaned. Snape laid a steadying hand on his shoulder.
"Take a breath. Slowly. Hold it. Release it. Again." Snape's velvet voice provided a diversion, Bill seized it with both hands. He drew in a breath, held it, let it go. And repeated the sequence. He was almost relaxed, almost calm, almost ready to stand, when the king stepped out of his rooms and into the hall.
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