Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 84

Disclaimer: No, I don't own HP.


Severus Snape was blinking. He had something stuck in his eye. He swiped at it with the back of his hand. That took care of the little problem. Then a minute later it was back. He swiped again. Suppressing the sniffle that threatened, much to his horror. No, no. That was a sniff, a reaction to all this over-emotionality, definitely not a sniffle. Not from Professor Severus Snape, head of Slytherin house.

Amrys turned towards him, not asking, and put an arm around him, pulling him close. The were-leopard was a few inches taller and Snape felt protected. Safe. Cared for. He fought to keep his skin from crawling off his body in horror at the thought. He liked the feelings! Liked them a lot. How odd that it was with a pack of half-animals that he would discover such comfort existed. He had never felt a time without defensiveness and vigilance when he was with humans like himself. Humans could be worse than beasts when it came to uncivilized behavior. They made an art of abusing each other.

"We should get back to the children." Amrys said, and led the stiffened form of his paramour out of the crowded bathing room. Severus was struggling to keep his composure, and Amrys pretended not to notice, giving him time to regain his control. Snape stopped in his tracks.

"We should bring Potter with us. He wished to see the children." The tall, dark haired professor said. He turned to re-enter the room. Amrys stopped him, arm across his chest.

"Just now I think Lucius needs him more. Graeme will take care of him. Of both of them. We will see them later. Right now, you are thinking too hard. You need a diversion. Remember, I am here, and you are here, and neither of us is leaving." Amrys said, offering the proximity of his body to comfort his human lover. He was pleased to note that Snape gave in, unconsciously leaning into the contact. Behaving uncharacteristically, but fittingly in Amrys' view, submitting with his body, holding nothing back. A thing he would not easily do, Amrys knew. Not for any other. His lover was a proud man.

Discovering the way Severus reacted to him had been a great boon. Amrys didn't submit, not to any but his king, he had no desire to. To Lucius alone did he willingly bend his knee. At first the professor from Hogwarts, with his strong personality, had seemed to be out of reach. Also a man who would not bend or submit. Confident, and unbending, firm and in charge. But, the attraction between himself and the human just wouldn't fade. Amrys had taken the opportunity when it presented itself to get closer. He had not been disappointed. Just the thought of the slender but strong body underneath him was enough to arouse him to fever pitch. He held the man closer.

"Yes. Well, I was merely thinking it was a convenient time." The Potions Master offered, with quiet dignity. Oh. That silky, wonderful, darkly sweet and velvet voice. Amrys fought against the shiver. He wanted to....

"You are a soft hearted man, Severus. Don't change that." Amrys, the second of the pride whispered, pressing the man up against the wall they were passing. A few more quick, strategic steps and they were inside one of the many alcoves. He ran a hand up under the crisp white shirt, feeling the smooth skin of the slender man's stomach under his palm. Warm, smooth, the skin jumped at his caress, and Amrys felt awareness of the contact ripple through them both.

He took the man's mouth, hard and fast, their tongues clashing, holding Severus' wrists tightly, up against the wall, then drawing them together, until he held both in one hand, behind the man's back. He loved this. When he held the dark haired man like this.... It took only an instant before Severus moaned into his mouth. He swallowed the sound. The vibration, against his sensitized mouth, driving him to further assert his dominance.

He bit the pale flesh of the man's throat, sucking it into his mouth, marking him with teeth and suction, too aware of the rush of blood under his teeth, wanting to feel some of that heat in his mouth, sliding down his throat. He wanted to taste the blood that flowed in his lover's veins. Trembling he lifted his head away, gulping down air, trying to gain a fraction of the distance he needed, before he gave in to the bloodlust and did drink.

The Des of the pride contented and distracted himself with long, swipes of his tongue over and around the ear of the man he held captive, nibbling, far enough away from the singing flow of blood to gain some control. Ah, but this was good, burying his nose in the black hair, sniffing the scent of herbs and light sweat, and behind it all the burgeoning scent of arousal, of pheromones burning bright, hot. The promise of sex.

Amrys bore the smaller man down onto the fur stacked, wide bench, pressing him flat, pinning him with his body, shredding his clothing with a deliberate claw. Severus felt the sides of his trousers split under the assault of the razor sharp digit, heard the fabric almost sigh apart, felt the coolness of the air against his heated skin. Amrys pulled the ruined bit of clothing off, tossing it aside. Then he used fangs to rip off the shirt, until only tatters remained.

Severus, sensing what his lover wanted, even after their short association, lifted his legs, and let his head fall back, his body arching, defenseless, and available to Amrys to satisfy every lust. Amrys growled as he moved in, sliding over Severus' beautifully offered belly. He licked it, the flatness, the soft skin, the few darks hairs, tasting sweat, tasting desire. He bit the flesh, pulled it into his mouth, sucking on it, while Snape wiggled, letting out a hiss of near pain.

"I need you." Amrys said, when he lifted his head, eyes dark and burning.

"Yes. Anything." Snape hardly recognized his own voice, thick with passion. He was achingly erect, the head of his penis pressed against the were-leopards throat. Amrys smiled, dangerous, hungry, he rubbed his cheek along the length of Snape's arousal, his eyes never leaving Severus' fevered ones. He rubbed again, slower, letting his breath wash over the tip in a wave of heat. Snape moaned, hitching his hips higher, his legs moving restlessly.

Amrys smiled, he licked his sensual lips, moist mouth tantalizing, tongue flicking out almost touching, Snape moaned, quivering, eager. Amrys carefully ran gentle teeth over the shaft, his lips sealing over the site of his near-bite, licking, sucking, moving up and down the hard column. Severus saw sparkles, and the other man swallowed. Down to the base, and up again, pulling off to lick and kiss the ivory-smooth shaft. Severus whined in the back of his throat, blood thundering through his ears.

The were-leopard's tongue dipped into the crease between cock and thigh, through the silken hair, licking, working down, and over to the sac, cradling their delicate burden. He opened his mouth, bristling with half-human fangs, and oh so carefully took the orbs inside. Snape could not hold his head up any longer. He dropped his head back, freeing his hands, holding his thighs and opening himself wider to Amrys' attentions with one, the other sinking into the blond locks, fisting the strands, filling his hand with the silken tresses.

Spit slicked over his balls. They were rolled in the heated cavern, laved, until he was shuddering, whimpering, his erection pulsing above his lover's curly blond head, throbbing, threatening to attain release from this one act, without a touch on it's desperate length. He fought it, the orgasm building over him, the skin tingling rush of sensation, and Amrys, sensing it pulled away, letting the slickened orbs fall.

But instead of moving up, Amrys moved down. Severus burned. The sweet soft, persistent touch of wet tongue on his most intimate place. He started to shake. He drew in a sharp breath, freezing in disbelief, waiting to see.... Yes. Amrys licked him, there. His tongue knowing no limit, no shame. slipping inside, before Snape could decide if it was horrible, or...oh definitely, oh, w..o..n..d..e..r..f..u..l. So wet, so slippery, slickery wet, hot silk, easing in deep, turning, inside of him, so mobile. Ghod. Severus groaned. His hips were melting, beyond orgasm, the relaxation colliding with his passionate fire, and finding no release. It built, and built, the tongue dancing, soothing, moving, slow, teasing promise of a mind-shattering moment just a second away.

He'd never in all his adventurous life, in his broad experience, had anyone do this to him. It melted his very marrow. Amrys, hot breath, muscular, strong, sopping tongue, running in and out of him, a mini-cock, fucking him with it, seeking out each of all the thousand nerve endings, caressing each with salty saliva, nipping the portal's edges, sucking, until it was madness gripping Severus, until he had no choice, his body shaking, his breath a hoarse rasping gurgle. Just on the brink, and then the tongue pulled away, back, and Severus was left wordless, begging with his panting moans, his shaking body, shattered, waiting for....

The long fingers slipped into him, filling him, stretching him, holding him on the brink of ecstasy, ghod, moving into him, dilating slow, thumb caressing over his tight drawn scrotum, pressing the sensitive, tight orbs, he let out a choked scream. The long, thick fingers curled, wiggled, sought out, pressed, right over his prostate, sending sparks out, shooting through him, burning, his scream part of the orgasm that defeated him, burned him, seized him, lifted and left him limp, his erection bobbing wildly, with a life of it's own as he gave himself completely over to the release. He trembled, fluid gushing, no strength left in him, his legs useless, sliding down Amrys' sides, spread, shaking, one heel hooked over his lover's glorious, brown-gold hip.

Then he felt Amrys slide into him, his erection smooth and hard, big, reviving the ripples of orgasm that were still fluttering weakly, had been fading away. Severus swallowed the dryness in his throat, managing to moan, joyously. His head was spinning, his body lax, relaxed, sated, but for the demanding shaft that pierced him. Entered him with slow authority and ownership that was beyond denial. He was his, utterly and completely, no longer his own man, but part of the man who was moving inside of him, who's shaft rode into his depths, and belonged there. Had to be there, could not be any where but inside of him. The first stroke was deep, hitting the sparkling place inside, the second deeper, the third throwing his head back and he was keening, shivering, cumming again without ever having finished, rested or recovered from the first orgasm. Different, this one, harder, broader, a deep, deep well of emotion, thrilling through him, filling him until it overflowed, without any effort or seeking, a passionate gift from the body that filled him, rode him, pleasured and owned his very soul. They lay limp together, breath matched, hearts echoing in synchrony, dripping sweat, entwined, and utterly spent.

A step sounded outside the alcove. Amrys raised his head and looked at the man standing there. Older, grandfatherly, garrishly bright robe enough to burn the corneas. Just the one who was not wanted here and now. He bared his fangs, halfheartedly, sensing no danger, no threat, just a nasty amusement from the grey haired figure.

"Well, Severus," Dumbledore said, folding his hands over his abdomen, contentedly. "It is easy to see what has been distracting you."

Severus Snape reacted as if he'd been touched with a cattle prod. Jerking upright to half-sitting, naked except where Amrys lay over his body, between his legs, still buried inside of him. A red flush flamed over his face.

"Have I come at a bad time?" Dumbledore asked, his smile sweetly vicious, eyes twinkling with innocence. He was not foolish enough, even in his amusement, to come in too close to the beast that had been rutting with his Potion's Master.

Amrys tried to growl, but despite his best efforts, he had to settle for a mild, sighing, "grrrrrrrrrrrr?" That quickly faded into a purr of satiation. As long as the Headmaster kept his distance, Amrys was prepared to let him stand and wait. And wait. And wait......

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