Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 64

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Tambyn forced himself to remain immobile, tolerating the touch of the seer, Barethes. It was almost more than he could stand, feeling the hands on him, the seer's mind moving through his own. Gradually reaching deeper and deeper, while Tambyn held back the urge to wallop the smaller man, anything to get him off of him.

Odd that this invasive touch had calmed Sirius. Tambyn shook, mildly at first then harder and more violently, until he was close to convulsions. He wanted to peel the thing off of him, it was not a man, it was a....thing. At the last possible instant he could bear, the seer pulled back, his hands sliding reluctantly away, his mind leaving that of the wolf-king. Barethes licked his lips hungrily, his fingers trailing along the king's belly as he pulled away, Tambyn shrank back, skin crawling, shuddering, from the ravenous touch and eyes of the seer.

Barethes stood up, his hand lingering on the large, black furred wolf at Tambyn's side, petting the head of Sirius Black, fingers digging into the thick fur, the were-wolf pressing his eager snout into the touch, his earlier agitation gone. His tail was wagging enthusiastically, so strongly that his whole hind end moved back and forth. He licked the hand that was in front of his muzzle. Then the seer stepped away and turned on his heel. He started at a loping run, launching himself directly at Lucius, seated on his own throne, the seer clambering over Fred Weasley, who pulled back with a defensive yip as he was stepped on, and up onto the rock and springing at the were-leopard king.

Lucius' first instinct was to remove himself from the seer's grasp, most especially after witnessing Tambyn's cringing reaction. But, he held himself still and let the seer's hand fall onto his skin, let the small body mold to his. Oh, that was not so bad. A definite feline flavor to the contact. That catlike taste was probably what gave Tambyn the willies. While Lucius wouldn't have chosen the contact, it didn't trouble him all that much. Which was definitely not the case for the young-ling at his side. Harry objected to the encounter without delay.

Next to Lucius, held close, Harry yelped, raising his head in alarm. He felt the seer's entrance into his lover's mind. He jerked back from the brief contact he had with the seer's robes, frantically brushing them off and away. And he didn't like it at all, the seer pawing at his Mate. Lucius was his, Harry bared his teeth, they went from human blunt, to were-leopard sharp in an instant.

Graeme was suddenly up and over Harry's body, pinning him, arms and legs around the younger man holding tight. "It's OK. It is what they do. They don't harm you if you don't resist. Relax. Our king will be fine. He has done this before." He snuggled Harry into the curve of his body, careful to keep Harry's hands occupied, and away from the seer, his bigger hands snug around Harry's wrists. Harry though, wasn't having any of it.

Harry hissed, low, and threatening, and tensed as the contact between seer and king seemed to go on far too long. He strained against Graeme's superior physical strength. Graeme held him, and there was movement off to the side. Harry shied away from it. His eyes showing white, startled. It was Gwydion Llyr. The youth bared his teeth again, and the Seer wisely stayed out of reach.

"Be at ease. He will not be harmed." The Seer soothed. Risking a touch to Harry's back, Harry hissed louder, his eyes back on Lucius and the male seer who was laying full length atop him, practically melting into him.

"Barethes." Llyr called to him, quietly, correctly gaging the degree of the young Chosen's upset. "I would suggest that you hurry."

Barethes murmured something unintelligible, and squirmed more securely against the were-leopard king, clinging, pleased to be where he was. Harry struggled harder against the encircling arms that restrained him and kept him from rescuing his king and his Mate.

"Barethes." The Seer repeated the call. A bit louder and more urgently. "You haven't much time. Wrap it up." He was amazed at the power of the young-ling, it traveled up his arm from where he was lightly touching the youth's back. Harry was going to get free, if he was determined to do so.

"Oooooh." Barethes replied, shivering from head to foot, face rooting at the base of Lucius' neck, he licked Lucius' throat lazily, then his lips as if savoring the taste. Harry spat out the loudest hiss yet, thrashing wildly, managing to get one hand free, he swiped at the seer laying blissfully on top of the staring Lucius. Graeme rolled backwards just in time to save the seer Barethes from injury. Harry swiped at him again, lightning fast, again only just missing. He was sporting long, wickedly hooked claws. Gleaming, ivory colored, lethal talons.

"Barethes!" Gwydion Llyr yelled as loudly as his raspy voice allowed. "Get away from him now!"

The female seer took the most direct action. She reached over from her position to the opposite side of Harry and bodily lifted her male companion off of the were-leopard king. He let out a moan of disappointment as he was pulled away, his hands trailing behind the rest of his body, trying to hold on. Pouting.

Immediately, Graeme released his tight hold on the Chosen, and Harry sprang to cover Lucius with his own defensively postured form. He had grown a long tail, along with his fangs and his claws. The tail twitched rapidly, threateningly, in the air over them. He turned his face toward the male seer, now shielded behind his female counterpart and he growled a very clear warning. Graeme hovered watchfully over Harry's back, and Amrys moved to cut off the open space between the Chosen and the two seers.

"Now that was just foolish." The Seer scolded his fellow seer, sternly. "Shame on you. Bad, bad kitty." He shook his finger, and the male seer hung his head. Llyr paused, then spoke, once more.

"So. What did you find out?" He made no effort to hide his eagerness, rubbing his hands together briskly.

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