Furry Magic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
104
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136,545
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711
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4
Currently Reading:
3
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chapter 62
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 62
Disclaimer: I do not own HP and no infringement is intended.
Tambyn was huge, resplendent in his blue robes, open over his massive chest, lightly furred, reclining on the second stone throne that had been set up in the Arena to accommodate him. His rough featured face was stony, grim.
Five of his own were-wolves sat around him. To his right, wearing an absolutely thunderous expression, sat Sirius Black. In human form, he wore an ornate but sturdy collar, the leash of which was firmly wrapped around Tambyn's meaty fist. Sirius was not going anywhere, unless he managed to drag his giant king along with him, no easy task. And the look on his face made it pretty obvious how he felt about the restraint.
Lucius strode into the Arena, the Seer in front of him, moving quickly, eagerly as if he looked forward to the confrontation. His veils had once more began to flutter up and down wildly, a clear indication of the small man's mood. Two other short persons, one male, one female came forward as he entered, the male popping a last morsel of cake into his mouth, then enthusiastically licking his fingers clean. They put their heads close and began speaking in undertones, the woman reaching out and flicking a dab of frosting off the unveiled man's cheek.
Lucius settled down on his own throne, sitting with one leg folded under him the other dangling over the edge to the ground. Harry saw Fred and Troy were already there, sitting at the base of the throne, Lucius touched each affectionately, before pulling Harry down on the top of the throne next to him. Harry curled up resting his head on one thick thigh, facing Tambyn. Troy and Fred cuddled up to Lucius dangling leg. Lucius' fingers twirled in their hair.
Amrys and Graeme stood one to each side of the king's throne, Mantheer and Yaji, the former still carrying Draco, stood at the back, watchful. Kaithas and Tanith were seated on the floor atop furs, and a few other were-leopards were in the room. But for the Arena, it was empty. This was not a meeting for the entire pride.
The were-wolf king's eyes blazed with anger, as he watched Lucius touch Harry and the other kittens, and something more. Harry saw the wolf-man still wanted him. His gaze was fiery with desire. Harry shuddered under the look, and Lucius' hand came to rest on his back, calming and reassuring, giving him strength.
Tambyn's wolves lounged around him on his throne, rubbing faces on his hands, arms, legs and shoulders, one going so far as to lick at his chin. Only Sirius remained rigidly apart, Tambyn holding the hated leash. Tambyn returned their touches, with hands and with his own licks of ownership, his eyes roamed the room always coming back to rest on Harry, and on Lucius.
"King's, Leopards, and Wolves." The ringing voice of the female seer lifted, drawing all eyes to her. "We come together to discuss a point of law." She looked from face to face, her sharp black eyes coming to rest on Sirius last.
"You, were-wolf, have laid claim to one Harry Potter, who you say was turned to lycanthropy, against the laws of the wolves. Explain yourself." Her skin was dark, almost sooty black, her hair tightly pulled back, impossible to tell it's length as it was hidden by her hood.
"I am his guardian. His godfather. I did not give permission for him to be changed." Sirius snarled. "They have to give him back, he is mine."
"Possession!" The Seer yipped, happily. The female seer ignored him.
"Tambyn-king, what is your claim? You, too, say the law has been thwarted." Female seer asked him.
"The boy was under the age of consent by our laws. Only an adult can consent, or the guardian of an underage human, to his being turned. It was not done according to our laws. His guardian, Sirius Black, a wolf of mine, intended him to be turned as a were-wolf. As such he would have been mine. I would have taken and claimed him, I know this after meeting him." Tambyn said his deep voice carrying to all corners of the Arena.
Harry was puzzled, and a little affronted. The were-wolf had met him before, in his castle, but had not tried to claim him. He had wanted to toss him out, and give them a good beating in doing it, and would have done so if Lucius had not intervened on his and Draco's part.
The Seer's hand came up, made a sign of negation even as Harry's mouth opened to protest. Lucius stroked up his throat, hand coming up to cover, gently, the youth's mouth. Muffling any words he might have uttered.
Harry briefly contemplated biting the hand, hard, instead he compromised, setting his teeth carefully to Lucius' flesh instead, worrying at it delicately. The release of pheromones was instant. Heads all throughout the room were lifted, noses twitching, turned to face the were-leopard's throne. Only the Seers ignored it. Graeme wound his long fingers around Harry's ankle, warningly. Harry released the hand from his teeth. A sigh floated around the room. Disappointment from most throats.
A commotion broke out around the were-wolves throne. Sirius Black was straining, struggling against the leash, scrabbling at it, trying to wriggle free, his blazing eyes locked onto Lucius and Harry. Tambyn held firm, and did not let his wolf win free. He glowered at Harry. And at his rival king.
"Why was consent not sought, were-leopard king?" The female asked.
"The turning was not planned. My Chosen was attacked by an unnatural, magically created beast and thus was turned, without my knowledge. He was brought to me by one of Tambyn's wolves. That is how I learned of his being turned to were-leopard. It is our law, that his turning should not have been done, not without my consent. But once done, he became of my people. I claim him for the pride, and for myself as my Chosen. Confirmed by your own head Seer." Lucius retorted, his strong voice filling the Arena.
"If the were-leopard king can not control his lusts, it does not make the boy his! It gives all the more reason that the boy should be returned to his godfather for safe-keeping!" Tambyn managed to sound outraged, but his eyes were hungry, as they rested on Harry. Graeme growled and crawled up onto the throne, sitting closely behind Harry, sheltering him, his dark blue eyes fixed on the were-wolf.
"And would you not take him to your own bed, were-wolf king?" Lucius asked. "How long would you wait?"
The toffee-skinned male seer had at last finished licking his fingers clean and looked up in blatant interest at the last question, his attention finally caught. His gaze traveled from Harry to Lucius, to Graeme and then to the were-wolves. Sirius had resumed his struggles, and Tambyn pulled sharply on the lead.
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Disclaimer: I do not own HP and no infringement is intended.
Tambyn was huge, resplendent in his blue robes, open over his massive chest, lightly furred, reclining on the second stone throne that had been set up in the Arena to accommodate him. His rough featured face was stony, grim.
Five of his own were-wolves sat around him. To his right, wearing an absolutely thunderous expression, sat Sirius Black. In human form, he wore an ornate but sturdy collar, the leash of which was firmly wrapped around Tambyn's meaty fist. Sirius was not going anywhere, unless he managed to drag his giant king along with him, no easy task. And the look on his face made it pretty obvious how he felt about the restraint.
Lucius strode into the Arena, the Seer in front of him, moving quickly, eagerly as if he looked forward to the confrontation. His veils had once more began to flutter up and down wildly, a clear indication of the small man's mood. Two other short persons, one male, one female came forward as he entered, the male popping a last morsel of cake into his mouth, then enthusiastically licking his fingers clean. They put their heads close and began speaking in undertones, the woman reaching out and flicking a dab of frosting off the unveiled man's cheek.
Lucius settled down on his own throne, sitting with one leg folded under him the other dangling over the edge to the ground. Harry saw Fred and Troy were already there, sitting at the base of the throne, Lucius touched each affectionately, before pulling Harry down on the top of the throne next to him. Harry curled up resting his head on one thick thigh, facing Tambyn. Troy and Fred cuddled up to Lucius dangling leg. Lucius' fingers twirled in their hair.
Amrys and Graeme stood one to each side of the king's throne, Mantheer and Yaji, the former still carrying Draco, stood at the back, watchful. Kaithas and Tanith were seated on the floor atop furs, and a few other were-leopards were in the room. But for the Arena, it was empty. This was not a meeting for the entire pride.
The were-wolf king's eyes blazed with anger, as he watched Lucius touch Harry and the other kittens, and something more. Harry saw the wolf-man still wanted him. His gaze was fiery with desire. Harry shuddered under the look, and Lucius' hand came to rest on his back, calming and reassuring, giving him strength.
Tambyn's wolves lounged around him on his throne, rubbing faces on his hands, arms, legs and shoulders, one going so far as to lick at his chin. Only Sirius remained rigidly apart, Tambyn holding the hated leash. Tambyn returned their touches, with hands and with his own licks of ownership, his eyes roamed the room always coming back to rest on Harry, and on Lucius.
"King's, Leopards, and Wolves." The ringing voice of the female seer lifted, drawing all eyes to her. "We come together to discuss a point of law." She looked from face to face, her sharp black eyes coming to rest on Sirius last.
"You, were-wolf, have laid claim to one Harry Potter, who you say was turned to lycanthropy, against the laws of the wolves. Explain yourself." Her skin was dark, almost sooty black, her hair tightly pulled back, impossible to tell it's length as it was hidden by her hood.
"I am his guardian. His godfather. I did not give permission for him to be changed." Sirius snarled. "They have to give him back, he is mine."
"Possession!" The Seer yipped, happily. The female seer ignored him.
"Tambyn-king, what is your claim? You, too, say the law has been thwarted." Female seer asked him.
"The boy was under the age of consent by our laws. Only an adult can consent, or the guardian of an underage human, to his being turned. It was not done according to our laws. His guardian, Sirius Black, a wolf of mine, intended him to be turned as a were-wolf. As such he would have been mine. I would have taken and claimed him, I know this after meeting him." Tambyn said his deep voice carrying to all corners of the Arena.
Harry was puzzled, and a little affronted. The were-wolf had met him before, in his castle, but had not tried to claim him. He had wanted to toss him out, and give them a good beating in doing it, and would have done so if Lucius had not intervened on his and Draco's part.
The Seer's hand came up, made a sign of negation even as Harry's mouth opened to protest. Lucius stroked up his throat, hand coming up to cover, gently, the youth's mouth. Muffling any words he might have uttered.
Harry briefly contemplated biting the hand, hard, instead he compromised, setting his teeth carefully to Lucius' flesh instead, worrying at it delicately. The release of pheromones was instant. Heads all throughout the room were lifted, noses twitching, turned to face the were-leopard's throne. Only the Seers ignored it. Graeme wound his long fingers around Harry's ankle, warningly. Harry released the hand from his teeth. A sigh floated around the room. Disappointment from most throats.
A commotion broke out around the were-wolves throne. Sirius Black was straining, struggling against the leash, scrabbling at it, trying to wriggle free, his blazing eyes locked onto Lucius and Harry. Tambyn held firm, and did not let his wolf win free. He glowered at Harry. And at his rival king.
"Why was consent not sought, were-leopard king?" The female asked.
"The turning was not planned. My Chosen was attacked by an unnatural, magically created beast and thus was turned, without my knowledge. He was brought to me by one of Tambyn's wolves. That is how I learned of his being turned to were-leopard. It is our law, that his turning should not have been done, not without my consent. But once done, he became of my people. I claim him for the pride, and for myself as my Chosen. Confirmed by your own head Seer." Lucius retorted, his strong voice filling the Arena.
"If the were-leopard king can not control his lusts, it does not make the boy his! It gives all the more reason that the boy should be returned to his godfather for safe-keeping!" Tambyn managed to sound outraged, but his eyes were hungry, as they rested on Harry. Graeme growled and crawled up onto the throne, sitting closely behind Harry, sheltering him, his dark blue eyes fixed on the were-wolf.
"And would you not take him to your own bed, were-wolf king?" Lucius asked. "How long would you wait?"
The toffee-skinned male seer had at last finished licking his fingers clean and looked up in blatant interest at the last question, his attention finally caught. His gaze traveled from Harry to Lucius, to Graeme and then to the were-wolves. Sirius had resumed his struggles, and Tambyn pulled sharply on the lead.
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