The Children of Atum

*** Betaed by picofoxy on 6 August 09 ***

Chapter 5: Mas-Bastet

The next morning Harry woke to find himself squished between his two guardians. He felt so content lying there he unconsciously started purring, feeling two hard erections, one sitting in between his arse cheeks, the other between his thighs he slowly started to rock his hips between the two men, alternatively pulling and pushing on each cock. He hoped that this would make them feel good the same as what he did last night, and from the unconscious moans the two were making he knew he was right. It felt so right to be doing this, giving pleasure to these two men, it was thrilling and made him feel good inside. He quickened the pace as the two started to stir both coming explosively on to Harry, dragging them from their slumber. The two men woke to find a very smug little boy covered in come, purring like a cat…

‘Wait purring? Human’s can’t purr, it’s impossible.’ thought a groggy Remus.

Sirius ruffled the boy’s hair and got him off the bed and into the bathroom. Remus and Sirius’s bath was massive, with room to fit several people, Harry had fun for a few minutes playing with the taps then got into the bath looking expectantly at Sirius. Harry bathed on his own now but when he was younger they did it by sitting beside the bath to help him, he had loved it when they washed him. Harry was wondering what would happen now, however Sirius got in behind him and pulled him up on to his lap.

“Look at you pup, you’re all dirty, let me clean you up.” Sirius grabbed a cloth and began to wash the now giggling boy all over, he was so beautiful and Sirius couldn’t help but to kiss him. Their first proper kiss was slow and passionate; Sirius put his lips to the boy’s first chastely, but as the boy opened his mouth to gasp he plunged his tongue in, massaging the boy’s mouth and mapping it, tasting his sweet innocence. He wished this moment would never end. Harry now starting to get the hang of it started moving his tongue as well, and sucking on the large organ invading his mouth.

‘It feels so good,’ he thought, ‘how could anything feel so good?’

Remus standing in the doorway to the bathroom watching this with a feeling of dread inside him, he so wanted to get in the bath too and kiss the little boy as well, but it was just wrong. How could he be feeling like this? Neither him nor Sirius had ever done something like this before. The boy was six for Circe’s sake. How could they be doing this to James’ son? And that purring this morning, it just wasn’t natural. But as the boy looked up at him, giggled and motioned for him to come join them he found himself complying. He got into the water and pulled the boy onto his own lap so he could kiss Harry just like Sirius did, holding his small body, rubbing his hand over the boys arse and down his legs. All protesting thoughts were swept away in the water and he found himself once again growing hard. He looked over and saw that Padfoot was the same.

“You are so beautiful Harry,” Remus whispered and then moaned as the boy ground his arse onto his erection, the little minx knew that this was killing him.

Harry had fun in the soapy water, using it as lubrication to play with the two huge cocks. Moving from one to the other, sitting on laps, pulling cocks, investigating them and the balls that fell below them, all the while being fondled, rubbed, petted, and kissed by the two glorious men. However when Sirius slipped a wet finger into Harry’s rosebud he stiffened and cried out, dry orgasming for the first time. The exhausted boy then watched as the two men pulled each other off coming onto the young boy’s chest. Remus ran a finger through the come and brought it up to Harry’s lips. The boy eagerly sucked on the digit, winning him smiles from the two men.

“Like that do you pup?” Asked Sirius smiling who received a sleepy nod from little Harry. “Okay I think it’s time for you to go back to bed Pup.”

Remus and Sirius finished washing the boy and themselves, dried each other and brought him back into the bedroom. Sirius laid him onto the bed, kissing his forehead.

“You did good cub,” Remus said, “rest now we’ll go get breakfast and be back up soon okay?” They received a sleepy nod and Harry drifted off before they left the room.

Ten minutes later Remus and Sirius were sitting at the kitchen bench looking at each other, nursing cups of strong coffee.

“What are we doing Padfoot.”

“I don’t know Remmy, this is crazy, this isn’t right”

“I know, but I just can’t think properly when he is around, I just want him so much, he’s so beautiful. And that purring…”

“Purring?” asked Sirius bewildered.

“You didn’t hear him? This morning when he woke us up he was purring, humans can’t purr Paddy. I don’t think he’s human.”

“Well that might explain a few things,” Sirius mused, “let’s see, there is this unexplainable attraction, the purring, what else do we have to go on? He’s not a Veela, or an incubus… what else could he be?”

“I’m not sure, he’s quite intelligent, too intelligent for his age, he’s very affectionate, he is quite feminine for a male, I think he is a submissive, seeing as he was quite happy to do what we told him. He is obviously preparing for sex, maybe coming into season or reaching an early sexual maturity perhaps.”

“He’s cat-like isn’t he Moony?” asked Sirius, “He purrs, he is overly affectionate, quite curious, and he is uncommonly graceful for a six year old, maybe he has some Neko-jin blood, you know those Japanese half cat people?”

“No, both his parents are European, besides all male Neko-jin are dominants and Harry is defiantly submissive.” Remus answered, dismissing that idea, along with every other one that Sirius came up with.

“Perhaps we should talk to Snape, he might know” Remus suggested after a while.

“Snape? No way, we have to keep Harry away from Snape, I don’t want him taking advantage of him. We are obviously not Harry’s mates but he has come on to us, I don’t want him involved with Snape too. We will ask my mother.” Sirius decided, “But… ah… we won’t tell her how far it’s gone. Just tell her we are feeling the pull. She’ll be able to help, I’m sure she will.”

Remus sighed and nodded in acquiescence, the two got up and asked Walburga’s portrait in the entryway to meet them in the library. Once settled into two comfy chairs they began to explain their observations and describe the allure that Harry obviously had. They didn’t mention their fantasies or the events of the previous night and that morning. They listed the possibilities that they had thought of and why they had disregarded them.

Walburga sat listening intently, comparing their comments with her own observations for she too had noticed something strange about the boy.

“Yes”, she said, “He is also quite close with Sehket, his cat, they are always together and he seems to have a link with it, almost an unconscious empathy. He always knows when she is hungry or wants attention, and just where she wants to be scratched. Now if neither his parents showed any similar traits it is unlikely that it is a hereditary thing. There is a book at the back of the library on the top shelf called ’Curse de Animalis’ Sirius please get it for me. I think I smell a tinkering old goat.”

Sirius retrieved the book and handed it to Remus who immediately started searching for something that sounded similar.

“That meddling old coot how dare he!” Remus swore after half an hour of searching, “I’ve found it and you’re not going to like what it means. Dumbledore must have performed a ritual on Lily when she was pregnant with the baby. That bastard, and Lily how could she let him do this, it doesn’t make any sense. Listen to this.”

‘The ‘Children of Atum’ are a forgotten race, created by the Ancient Egyptian wizard Nefat to be his warriors and his harem. Atum’s curse is a ritual that is conducted on a pregnant woman during her first trimester of pregnancy, that child will become one of Atum’s Children, either a mas-Montu, a warrior or a mas-Bastet, a child bearer and harem girl. The mas-Montu, named for Montu the Egyptian god of war whose symbol is a bull, are the masculine children, they are warriors of great strength and power and are incredibly loyal to their Nabe, or master. The mas-Bastet are the more feminine children, named for the goddess Bastet, daughter of Atum, the goddess of pleasure and joy and pregnancy, whose symbol was a cat. These children were designed to be part of the harem of the Nabe, however their cat like nature rarely afforded them too much loyalty to one person, often making them licentious. Bastet was also a protective goddess, giving the children of Bastet great powers especially in defense and healing arts, her cat like nature also giving the Children a feline grace as well as great beauty. The inventor of the curse Nefat also gave the mas-Bastet an allure similar to a Veela so that he could use them to control his enemies and seduce men into following him.

Although most mas-Montu are male and most mas-Bastet are female this is not always so, occasionally the opposite occurred however this was extremely rare. Little else is known about their nature, much that we do know is speculative from studying the few texts that mention them and the gods they imitate. The method for creating the ‘Children of Atum’ is thought to be lost forever, and in this authors opinion it is best kept that way. Reader please note that the prefix mas means child in ancient Egyptian.’

“Well holy mother of Merlin” Sirius exclaimed and sat down heavily, “I’ll kill the old coot!”


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Well there you have it folks, Harry is a ‘Child of Atum’ a rare male mas-Bastet. Atum, Bastet and Montu are really Ancient Egyptian gods. The ‘Children of Atum’, the mas-Montu and mas-Bastet are my own creation as well as the Neko-jin (though I don’t know anything about them I just made up the name).

Atum is the creater of all the gods, who later became Ra, the sun god. Bastet, the daughter of Atum, is a protective goddess, and a goddess of pleasure and joy, fire, cats, of the home and pregnant women. She was also called the "Lady of the East", and as such, her counterpart is the "Lady of the West", Sekhmet, the goddess of war and destruction who was symbolised by a lion. Bastet and Sekhmet often were depicted looking the same however Bastet wore green and Sekhmet wore red. See the avatar on my profile for a picture of Bastet.

I don’t know if the word for child is really ‘mas’ as ancient Egyptians didn’t write vowels, child in ancient Egyptian is spelt ‘ms’, I made up the vowel so it sounded good.

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