Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 77

Disclaimer: Hp is not mine.


Harry fought until he managed to turn over, laying face up under the older and larger were-leopard. He clearly felt Graeme straining to keep the combined weight of Lucius and himself from falling onto Harry. Graeme's skin was rippling, surging, as his body attempted to shift, and he battled to stay human. Harry held on with both hands, clinging and watching his king, his usually tender lover, and recognizing the man was dangerous, for all he was moving with controlled deliberation.

Lucius was pressing down hard, both clawed hands digging into his third's shoulders. Harry was horrified to see the thin trails of blood flowing from multiple claw marks on the ivory pale shoulders. Beyond Graeme he heard Lucius growling. The long sliver blond hair had fallen away from the tie that had held it back. Now it was a curtain intermingling with Graeme's equally long, curly copper locks. And sticking to the sweat dewed skin of both men.

Harry lifted his hand, put it around Graeme's neck, then touched Lucius' wrist. With his other hand he reached up toward the fearsome face that snarled down. There was such rage there. Shocking rage. He had to do something.

Graeme let out a whimpering sound, a sound of surrender, and Lucius growled in satisfaction, but Harry was shaken by it. Graeme had never made a noise like that. It was so...lost, so submissive, it was unbearable. Aching. Harry pressed his lips into a bloodless line, and reached up to lay his hand along the king's cheek. Lucius reared back violently, taking Graeme up with him, impaled on his claws. The ice-grey eyes changed to molten silver blue.

"Lucius?" Harry asked. "My king?" He took a hesitant step forward. Graeme made no move to free himself, in fact he tried to impose his body between Lucius and Harry. He looped his arm around his king's waist, sagging down to one hand and both knees. He pressed his face into his king's hip, mewling softly, not a Graeme sound, a kitten's sound. Harry felt all the hair on his body stand on end. He surged towards the other men.

"No, Harry. No. Don't. He needs this, don't force his hand." The third's voice was thin with pain. But he kept his arm around the king, and he rubbed his face on the standing man's thigh. The position of a supplicant, asking for recognition, asking to serve.

"He can't do this!" Harry moaned. "I love him. He wouldn't do this. He wouldn't hurt you." He kept coming holding out his empty hands.

"Harry it isn't what you think! I must submit to him." Graeme's groan left no impression on the younger man who wasn't listening. The copper haired man tried to stop the youth, but Harry evaded him, twisting away. Graeme, caught in his king's grasp couldn't lay hands on him.

"Lucius. My Chosen. I am yours." Harry said, not noticing the tears filling his own eyes. He lifted his arms upwards. "I don't know what is making you do this, I don't know anything about what is happening, but please, let him go. Don't do this. Please. I am sorry. I won't do it again. Whatever you want. I promise." Harry dropped to his knees in front of Lucius.

Lucius stared at him. At his Chosen kneeling on the floor. His heart was pounding strongly, his nostrils flared. His Chosen, kneeling. Graeme, his third, at his feet, begging. Submitting. As it should be. Lucius roared.

He was growling his pleasure as he carried the body of his third back to the pile of furs. He lay him carefully down, approving of the way the big man refused to challenge him. Seeing how he lay open, and waiting to serve. So good. Then he heard the crying of his Chosen, as the small one crawled closer, watching him warily as if afraid. Lucius felt only surprise at that. Why would Harry fear him? He held out his hand, tugging the slender youth nearer, pushing him down to lay next to the larger, warmer body of the third of the pride.

"It's OK, Harry." The voice of the third murmured. Lucius growled a little to warn them not to defy him, not to forget he was there. Graeme lowered his voice even further. "Harry. Please. He must do this."

Harry gulped. Graeme spoke calmly, not as if he was frightened, or fearful. He made no move to defend himself, as Lucius lowered his body to cover the subordinate male. Graeme welcomed him, bared his neck, closed his eyes, arching into the contact, not away. His hands remained curled into the furs, letting Lucius take the lead, take what he wished.

The hand that came up to bury itself in the auburn curls had claws retracted. Lucius nuzzled the side of Graeme's face, and Graeme let out a tiny whimper, a request, was what Harry thought it sounded like. Lucius gave a rumble in return, nosing gently around the sensitive ear, nibbling, as his legs worked between Graeme's, spreading the other's legs wide, until he was cradled there.

Harry crawled closer, right up to the two men. He almost dared to touch them with shaking hands, but stopped just short. Lucius' eyes found him, they were half open, alert, but seductively-hot. Harry drew in a breath, tongue flickering out over suddenly dry lips. His skin tingled. Lucius pressed into the body opened to his, Graeme raising his legs, wrapping them around the strong waist, his heels coming to rest above the small of Lucius' back, riding up high.

Harry could smell the heat, the arousal, the desire, it was steamy, and thick in the air. The two big men moved together, familiar, but not to the point of contempt. Urgent, but knowing they would find what they craved. They ground together, bodies rubbing and undulating. Graeme threw his head back and hissed softly between clenched teeth. Harry knew what was happening then, Lucius pushed in, withdrew, went deeper, in increments, and Graeme took it, writhing under his king.

Lucius rode him hard, Harry knew Lucius had never taken him like this. Graeme threw his arms up over his head, biceps flexed, gripping the furs, straining. He let out passionate moans, sweat dripping from his face, his chest, his pale nipples hard points, Lucius snarling into the curve of his neck, biting, sinking teeth into flesh as he sank his own hardness deeper into Graeme's heat. Mouth open, Harry watched, mesmerized as the two rocked, slammed, and moved together. Tearing at each other, their wounds healing almost as fast as they received them, both men hovering on the edge of the change.

Graeme's scream ended it as his king drove in hard, Lucius went rigid, climaxing, grunting into the accepting body of his third. Harry whimpered, his body still aflame, fear and desire warring, as Lucius turned his head to regard his Chosen.

He reached out, raising himself up off of Graeme, their bodies separating, Graeme shuddering with the sensation as they parted, his genitals flushed with blood, but only half hard, Harry saw. The surrender had been so great, he had not been fully erect, he had not ejaculated. Yet he lay as if replete.

Lucius fixed his mouth over Harry's full lips, kissing him, tongue stealing inside the warm mouth, suckling on the boy's lips, soft, sweet, mobile tongue.

Harry gave in, clutching at his lover. Held firm against his withdrawal, as if he'd want to do that. He melted. He surrendered. Lucius lifted his head, he growled, possessive, pure alpha. Harry sighed, trembled, needing more than mouth on mouth. He insinuated himself closer, rubbing against the blond man. Lucius smiled, his eyes still burning bright.

Harry was carried over onto his back, Lucius following him down. The wetness on his genitals, sticky, slick pressed onto Harry's belly, his pelvis. They slid together. Moved, Lucius not aroused, Harry desperately so. He whined, low and begging in the back of his throat. He needed, he wanted, he couldn't wait.

Lucius drew back, lifted his gaze to lock onto his third. He showed his teeth, and that drew Graeme to sitting, he crawled over, going to his belly next to the king. Lucius laid a palm over the crown of his head, then he lifted Graeme's face so they shared a long look. He pushed gently and Graeme rolled over onto his back. He was hard now, fully aroused, hearing the need of the Chosen. Lucius caressed the thick pole, running his hand up and down it's full length. Graeme groaned, fluid leaking out copiously to slick down the tip of his erection.

Harry squirmed, rubbing hopefully against Lucius. Lucius hugged him, running his hands up and down the youth's flank. Harry watched hungrily as his hand continued to stimulate and pleasure the third. Harry whined again, licked his lips, wrapped his arms around Lucius, held on, moving sweetly against the man's body. The king kissed him softly.

Lucius set Harry down placing him next to Graeme, who was now moaning with each stroke of the hand on his penis. "Take what you need, my third. Pleasure my Chosen, you have my leave. It is my wish."

Graeme never hesitated, reaching out and taking Harry into his arms, Harry scrabbled on top of the man, feeling Graeme's rigid erection settle between his rounded buttocks. He shivered, sliding up and back, just to feel it slip along his flesh, over the entrance to his body. Lucius lay back, observing with half-lidded eyes as Graeme so carefully rolled Harry over and beneath him.

Lucius' eyes, when Harry met them, were no longer sultry and seductive. They were sharp, intent and protective. Graeme was so terribly careful, reverent, when he touched the young man, the Chosen of the king, when his fingers glided over his dimpling skin, when Harry threw his head back and whimpered. And Graeme buried his nose in the riotous curls, sniffling the scent of hot, aroused kitten.

Lucius moved in finding the warmth between his lover's legs, stroking him there, dipping his fingers in the dripping moisture of Graeme's arousal and spreading it over the portal into Harry's body. He grasped Graeme in his grip, rubbing the wet tip over Harry, lubricating the youth, while Graeme shuddered, fighting to stay still...not to surge forward and bury himself deep in Harry in one long, stretching thrust. His thighs shook with the effort to hold back. He let his forehead fall to rest on Harry's cheek, he let out a cry of longing. Harry echoed him, unable to stop his body's response, unable to stop his legs from falling wider apart, knees gripping the slim hips between them, his own hips lifting, feet trying to find purchase, a hold on those thick wonderful thighs, seeking to join with the man above him.

It was Lucius who prepared him, fingers seeking entrance, with infinite care, opening him, and then he was entered by something far larger. Harry moaned his anxious delight. He wanted this, only with Lucius near, hand smoothing the damp hair from his forehead. Graeme so warm, hot, inside of him, stretching, oh so very full. He writhed. Graeme moved, riding him, slowly at first, then with greater force, pulling far out, then driving in, again and again, until Harry shuddered, crying out, shaking with the intensity.

They met, pelvis to pelvis, twisting, teasing, filling, Harry unable to stop the keening sounds that escaped him. Graeme growling deep in his broad chest in return, hitching ever closer, hands gripping Harry's waist tight, then wandering urgently down to cup the perfect globes, dragging them together, grinding, until Harry's keen turned into desperate mewling as he neared his orgasm. Until it flooded them one after the other, out of control.

Panting, he felt the shuddering take him over, he felt the loss of control, the fire spreading, the melting of his bones, like ripples of water moving out from the core, his center, and exploding through him until he screamed, unable to hold it in. He shook, tremoring, his body going lax, overwhelmed with his repeating pleasure. He blinked, then let his eyes fall shut, and felt quake after quake run through him. Each drawing out a little sigh, a moan, until he went limp, sweetly content, held in warm arms, dewed with sweat, and so safe, pleasured...loved.

Lucius settled down on the furs, Harry lolling exhausted, pressed to his chest, his perspiration darkened curls wild. Graeme snuggled up behind the boy. Lazily petting him. Until his own eyes drifted shut, and he slept. Lucius watched over them. His hand wandering from the slim body to the larger one, soothing both. Reassuring them all was well.

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