Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 67

Disclaimer: I do not own HP.


"I am afraid I can't...." Severus began reasonably enough for a man being carried barefoot through the corridors of the Manor, oogled by at least a dozen curious faces as the lycanthrope bore him down the hall. Worse, he could feel the distracting flexing and relaxing of the muscles of the man who was carrying him. Those glorious muscles pressed so close, too close for him to think rationally. He swallowed and tried again.

"We can't....uhm...we're in....public.....they're...looking......" Snape started a second time. Amrys raised his brows waiting for a complete sentence from the slender man he was holding.

Snape found himself lost in gazing at the handsome profile, the tanned skin, the blond-gold hair, the full mouth just begging to be licked and nibbled at. He flushed head to foot, a tingly rush. Ahhh, Merlin, he was about to make a huge fool of himself. He was about to beg for just one moment, a single taste, of that glowing beauty. It just wouldn't do. He had a reputation to maintain, and his dignity to preserve. He sputtered. Amrys smiled at him. Snape's heart skipped a beat, then raced.

Amrys lowered him onto a bed and a mound of furs. He gently began to unbutton the slimline coat that Snape was wearing. Severus' fingers were dueling with the lycanthrope's. Unsure if he was helping loosen the coat or trying to keep it on. His fumbling seemed only to amuse his companion, and seeing how quickly the coat came free, he had to conclude he *was* helping to undress himself. It ended up off, lickety-split, and his shirt quickly followed.

Bare from the waist up, he lifted his chin, this could not be allowed to continue. He opened his mouth, determination wrinkling his brow, clutched a fur to his chest, and readied himself to take control of the situation. He drew in his breath, and the musk of the were-leopard, all maleness, all sweet-and clean, and so erotically charged with pheromones. He almost groaned aloud. He shivered.

"Really, there is no need...." He began, the last word a squeak, a humiliating *squeak*, then Amrys looked up at him from under his lashes. Dark, sultry eyes, long, gold lashes, and suddenly Snape couldn't say a word. his chest was seized up tight, his belly tickling him from the inside, growing hot, burning, hungry, fire. Amrys' lips parted, his tongue, the very tip, so pink, flicking over the full bottom lip. Snape was helpless. Desperate for that taste.

"Ohhh." He said. He could see down the loose top as Amrys bent forward, see the perfect curve of his chest, the darker nipples, taut, decorating the slope. And he wanted, oh, ghod so badly, to reach out, to touch that tiny, hard bud, to lap at it with his tongue, famished for this taste, his first taste of a man. Of a lycanthrope, of anyone this beautiful.

Amrys, hearing nothing but the moan, feeling the need, smelling the desire, moved up, brushed his cheek over the wizard's, licked the corner of his mouth. Nuzzled him. Licked again, and Severus moaned louder, clutching the fur, his head falling back, weight resting on his elbows, not anything he could control. He let the other man take over the kiss, let him explore the heated recesses of his mouth, while he made do with the leisurely, wondrous sucking on the slick tongue that was driving him mad.

Amrys slid close. His dark gold hair tangling with Snape's black tresses. His body seemed to flow up over Severus'. The heat transferring from skin to skin, even through the shirt Amrys still wore. Fingers were at his belt, undoing the fastenings, the buttons and slipping the snug trousers down his legs. Leaving him bare now, above and below the waist. The long, clothed leg of the pride's second slipped between his naked thighs. And it was all Snape could do not to yelp.

He was naked, and hard. My ghod, he was hard, throbbing, straining, hunching, that kind of hard. He panted, while the lycanthrope devoured his mouth, his kiss breathless. Snape fell back, his legs splayed, the fully clothed man moving between them, hand trailing soft as down up the outside of his leg, up to his hip, digging in, causing him to shudder.

Amrys bit him, tenderly. Laved the sting with a soothing swipe. Snape hissed, his legs wrapping tight around the slim, so muscular hips, drawing them in. Feeling the other man's erection. Long and perfect, thick and hot, pressing into his own intimate flesh. The big hands, they flexed and lifted his hips, finger tips brushing between the globes of his ass, touching him...there. He was wet. Very wet. And he realized, he was being prepared. A finger entering him, just the very tip, alien, but very welcome.

"We...oh no...can't....ohhhh...." the wizard moaned. Amrys nipped the side of his throat, and pushed the finger in, deep. Severus stiffened, that was...good. The finger moved, turned, hooked, touched.... Severus Snape couldn't move. He was frozen, his body under someone else's control. He finally managed a breath, and a cry, a groan, and then he arched into the pressure of that wonderful finger, just there, perfectly...there. His whole pelvis was molten with need. He shifted, rode the invader, and the second finger that joined it. Heard the throaty, pleased sound the lycanthrope made.

"Take me in." Amrys said, his words hot puffs against the pale throat. He licked the sweat dewed skin. "Take me all the way in. Yes. Like that. Grip me tight."

The object demanding entrance was not a finger, not two nor three fingers. It was Amrys' erection, Severus knew. Big. Pressing in. Abating. Patient, but inevitable. He knew it wouldn't stop, not until he was filled, and screaming. He gasped, thighs trembling as the slick shaft pierced him.

"Tell me, wizard, do I please you? You please me, with your heat all around me. Let me in. Let me fill you full." Amrys said, lapping the rim of the other man's ear, tongue dancing over the edge, teeth grazing, sending frantic shivers over Severus' body. His hips surged, up and inward.

Inside. Another man was inside his body. Strong and thick. Brushing over some wonderful spot inside of him while it was there. Over and over. While he cried out, over and over. Shook and shivered. Writhed, transfixed on this pleasure. Beyond what he remembered of sex before. he was being ridden with utmost care, and with power. With spine bowing thrusts that bore deep into his core, the pressure building, overflowing until he screamed with it. Screamed. Severus Snape. Howling as he came, wave after wave of overwhelming release. stealing all his strength, wringing him empty and dry. Until he was filled with his lover's seed.

Then, it was over. Done. The bliss fading. His incredulity back. It could not have been him. He could not have done such a truly astounding thing. Had it done to him. Impossible, despite the languid pleasure that lingered in his melted bones. The towering pleasure had not been his to take.

"Draco...." Severus said desperately, his words were choked, full of pain. He had taken Draco's lover. It was unforgivable. "Your lover....I..."

Amrys lifted his head. His face was a study in surprise. "The Mother is not my lover."

"But...I heard....uh...they said....you are the father of the child he is carrying." Snape insisted. He had not imagined that.

"Yes. I was chosen to father the heir. By the seer, our seer, Kaithas." Amrys said. "I am not his lover. I have never been." His hand came up to cup the other's cheek. "Don't weep for that. Weep for pleasure. Those are the only tears I want to bring to your eyes."

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