Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 63

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"I would not display him as you do. I would give him dignity, he would have no male rivals for my attention. He would be second only to my wife." Tambyn ground out, fist tightening on the leash he held in his hand, the other end of which was attached to the collar around Sirius' neck. "Not one of many I took at random to my bed. How many do you take to your bed, were-leopard king? How many marks does he hold against you before it blackens his heart?"

Harry flinched when he heard the question. His skin flushed a deep, embarrassed red, and he once more opened his mouth to offer a stinging rebuttal, but the touch on his calf distracted him. He looked down to see Graeme rubbing at his leg, cheek pressed to the muscle, big, dark blue eyes fixed on Harry's face. Harry drew in a quick breath, feeling the flush change, not embarrassment, rather arousal.

"I cherish my Chosen. He has both dignity and honor with the pride. With me, he is second to none." Lucius responded, to the wolf's challenge, his voice even and sure. "My Claimed and my Marked do not lessen the respect he has with us. It is the were-leopard way. He is a were-leopard. He is one of us."

Harry felt his heart warming at the words his king uttered. Lucius loved him. He knew it. The other things, well they bothered him, Harry looked at Fred and Troy. The fact Lucius wanted them, had sex with them and cared for them hurt Harry. Dimly he was aware it was because of his insecurity, not because he thought Lucius didn't love him. Graeme's almost inaudible growl distracted Harry again, this time interrupting his morose thoughts. Graeme's gaze was locked onto his, very slowly the third extended his tongue and lapped at Harry's knee. Harry's heart leaped, he shivered against Lucius' thigh.

Sirius abruptly flashed to wolf form. His hind foot came up and he scratched at the collar desperately, waggling his head side to side, trying to win free. Tambyn growled and bodily lifted the huge wolf, tucking him up tight against his side, holding him firmly, despite his mighty struggles.

"It gives insult. The way you treat him. I have heard that you display him, have sex with him in front of others. That is not respect." Tambyn ground out, holding Sirius' snapping muzzle shut, only just avoiding a serious bite.

Lucius petted Troy, threading his fingers throughout the younger man's thick, dark hair. Troy gazed up at him adoringly, and lifted his chin to be scratched under it. His eyes were half shut with pleasure. Harry burrowed closer, holding back the tiny whimper that wanted to escape. The king's big, warm hand rubbed along his back and spine, the caress nearly melted Harry's bones.

"No, you are wrong. He is only ever honored within the pride. Our ways are not an insult to him. It is yourself who seeks to break tradition not I. The wolf's way has always been to take one mate. Your wife Electra is yours. She will not allow there to be others. She is your alpha bitch. Does she know, wolf-king, what you are doing here?" Lucius asked, eyes narrowed.

"She will listen to her king, and obey. Harry Potter will bring new power to her pack. She will respect that and my choice." Tambyn insisted, growling every bit as much as the clawing, squirming, scratching Sirius. "He is meant to be a king's mate."

"In that you are right, Tambyn. He is meant to be a king's *mate*. And I have taken him as my Chosen." Lucius agreed. "He is *this* king's mate. He is beside me."

Lucius' hand continued to stroke along Harry's slender back, massaging gently, but deeply, until Harry felt like he couldn't move, like he wanted to roll onto his back and expose his tender belly and have it rubbed. Graeme reached under him and moved his palm over the soft flesh of his stomach, careful, soothing, reassuring touch, Harry, being petted front and back now, purred.

"As are your second and your third. Do they also taste him, do you force him to accept them?" Tambyn snorted, eyes pinning Graeme, disgust written on his face.

"Our ways are not for you to question." Lucius said. "He is meant to be here. He is loved and cherished, and he is my Chosen mate. He wishes to be here."

"You have confused him. How can he know what he wants. It is best to return him to his godfather, and to make him a wolf. It is his true place." Tambyn declared, leaning forward, teeth bared. "Give him to us, and I will make it known to him that he has more than one choice. That he can come to us of his own free will. Not because of a convenient *accident*!"

"Well this is all very interesting. All this sniping back and forth is so entertaining!" The Seer said. "But it is getting us nowhere. Barethes." Gwydion Llyr raised his arm unerringly in the direction of the silent male seer who had been avidly watching the goings on. the man fairly leapt forward.

The toffee-skinned seer stepped around the female seer who had been long quiet as the two king's argued. He looked at Tambyn, and he looked at Lucius. He walked over to the were-wolf king with quick, excited steps. His slim fingers slid into the thick black fur of the wolf that the king held, Sirius whined and stopped struggling as the man's face rubbed into his fur, over his doggy forehead.

Then the male seer's hands slid up Tambyn's arms. The were-wolf king jumped at the touch, clearly having trouble holding still.

"What is he doing?" Tambyn asked, barely managing to keep from leaping to his feet and pulling away.

"Why...he is touching you, were-wolf king." The Seer said.

"He is more than touching me." Tambyn snarled out.

"Inside and out." The Seer clarified, his veils flying in the non-existent wind.

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