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Furry Magic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
104
Views:
136,497
Reviews:
711
Recommended:
4
Currently Reading:
3
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I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
chapter 8
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 8
Disclaimer: Not mine, all those lovely HP characters.
A/N: Thank you all who are reviewing. I appreciate every word.
She strode into the arena. Her demeanor that of a landholder surveying her fields. The sneer on her lip was her usual expression. Her long, lissome body was clothed only in a thin skirt from waist to knees. Her proud breasts were bare, nipples pale pink, taut. She reveled in the hush that filled the arena.
Gradually she allowed her gaze to traverse the room taking in the alert faces all fastened on her, until her gaze came to rest on Lucius. If any thing her eyes grew colder, haughtier than they had been.
He sat back, relaxed, patient, uncaring, holding the kitten on his lap, absently stroking it\'s belly. The boy objected to the attention, wriggling but not able to win free. Lucius smiled indulgently at the squirming, holding the young-ling pinned quite easily.
\"Be still,\" He ordered mildly. One hand lifted the boy and turned him so he sat upright in the king\'s lap, held in the circle of one powerful arm. The kitten wisely stilled, watching the unknown woman with big, wary eyes. Appropriately suspicious.
She smiled at that. Then she started forward with the Des trailing at her side, shepherding her. She pulled the young-ling behind her, tugging on the hated leash. He followed her, but she felt his resistance here, where the rest of the pride could see him. She wished she dared to strike out Amrys. Punish him for his insolence, for shadowing her as if she was not one of them. Show him his place. But she didn\'t dare.
\"Brother.\" She breathed as she came to a stop in front of the rock. She showed him her teeth again. The damned, blunt human teeth. Because he had forbidden that she be turned. Even though she had given birth to the heir, when his wife had been discovered to be cursed. She had been the one to continue the bloodline, not him. She should be on the throne now, not him. Prophecy be damned.
\"Sister.\" He rumbled back at her. All lazy, silver and gold tones, muscles gleaming. His eyes wandered over the young-ling she had leashed. \"Why have you leashed one of my young-lings?\"
He did not believe in the leash. He failed to recognize it as the useful tool it was. She used it also because of his dislike of it. He held out his hand, commanding her without words to turn the young-ling over to him.
\"You have your own playtoy, brother. Why do you seek mine?\" She sighed, delaying the turnover. Wanting to anger him sitting so self-righteous on her throne. She ran the lead through her hands, stroking it suggestively. \"Will you trade?\" Her eyes went to the new one. She did not recognize it. But to be actually on the king\'s lap, it had to be valuable.
\"No, sister. I will not.\" He told her. His grey eyes examining her, still not angry, despite her need to anger him. He turned his face and rubbed his cheek along the kitten\'s chin, lifting it\'s chin, and nipping it\'s neck. The kitten let out a squeak. For some reason she could not fathom, the noise triggered her rage.
She hissed and threw the end of the leash at his face. Graeme, her brother\'s long haired slut, steeped up and caught it, gently tugging the young red-haired man to him, and unclipping the end. Then he pulled the boy back behind the throne and went to work on the elaborate collar. She smirked at his efforts. The collar was one of her favorite kind, it would need to be cut off.
\"Why are you here, Andromeda?\" The were-leopard king asked once more.
\"I am the Mother of the heir, are you inferring I have no rights to be here?\" She spat out at him. She waved an arm around the massed lycanthropes. They crept forward on hands and knees, eying her displayed curves hungrily, tongues licking at lips.
\"You are the Mother of the heir, you are honored for that. But you are not one of us, it is not your place to be here in our place of gatherings. This is pride business, Sister. So I ask you again, why are you here? Here where you do not belong?\" He growled at her voice going lower, eyes half-closed, as if he drowsed.
She gnashed her teeth at him, throwing up her hands. \"Once again you deny me. Threaten me, allow them to threaten me. You sit there all high and mighty, on the throne that belongs to me...\" she yelled at him, jumping towards him. He looked at Amrys, never flinching. She felt her arms seized and screamed loud and long.
\"It is not your destiny to sit on the throne,\" Lucius retorted. \"The seers selected me...\"
\"Before I was born! Before I was born, Lucius. Once I was born they should have been asked again. You could not even give the pride it\'s next king, and yet, you will not agree to let me take the place the heir\'s mother should hold by tradition.\" She fought the Des\' hold on her, trying to rake his flesh with her nails.
\"Stop it. I don\'t want to hurt you.\" Amrys hissed at her under his breath. She paid him no heed. All her glares focused on her brother.
\"I will not marry you, Sister. That is the position of which you speak. It is not possible that you should have it, tradition or no.\" Lucius told her. \"I will not lie with you to satisfy your ambition, Sister mine.\"
\"It is mine! The throne is mine! You cannot deny me! I demand the place that is mine. I demand the right to be turned, to be one of the pride!\" She howled at him. He looked down at the kitten in his arm. He petted the youth with the back of his fingers.
\"Out.\" Lucius said mildly. Not looking up.
ne\'ichan
faestion1@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Not mine, all those lovely HP characters.
A/N: Thank you all who are reviewing. I appreciate every word.
She strode into the arena. Her demeanor that of a landholder surveying her fields. The sneer on her lip was her usual expression. Her long, lissome body was clothed only in a thin skirt from waist to knees. Her proud breasts were bare, nipples pale pink, taut. She reveled in the hush that filled the arena.
Gradually she allowed her gaze to traverse the room taking in the alert faces all fastened on her, until her gaze came to rest on Lucius. If any thing her eyes grew colder, haughtier than they had been.
He sat back, relaxed, patient, uncaring, holding the kitten on his lap, absently stroking it\'s belly. The boy objected to the attention, wriggling but not able to win free. Lucius smiled indulgently at the squirming, holding the young-ling pinned quite easily.
\"Be still,\" He ordered mildly. One hand lifted the boy and turned him so he sat upright in the king\'s lap, held in the circle of one powerful arm. The kitten wisely stilled, watching the unknown woman with big, wary eyes. Appropriately suspicious.
She smiled at that. Then she started forward with the Des trailing at her side, shepherding her. She pulled the young-ling behind her, tugging on the hated leash. He followed her, but she felt his resistance here, where the rest of the pride could see him. She wished she dared to strike out Amrys. Punish him for his insolence, for shadowing her as if she was not one of them. Show him his place. But she didn\'t dare.
\"Brother.\" She breathed as she came to a stop in front of the rock. She showed him her teeth again. The damned, blunt human teeth. Because he had forbidden that she be turned. Even though she had given birth to the heir, when his wife had been discovered to be cursed. She had been the one to continue the bloodline, not him. She should be on the throne now, not him. Prophecy be damned.
\"Sister.\" He rumbled back at her. All lazy, silver and gold tones, muscles gleaming. His eyes wandered over the young-ling she had leashed. \"Why have you leashed one of my young-lings?\"
He did not believe in the leash. He failed to recognize it as the useful tool it was. She used it also because of his dislike of it. He held out his hand, commanding her without words to turn the young-ling over to him.
\"You have your own playtoy, brother. Why do you seek mine?\" She sighed, delaying the turnover. Wanting to anger him sitting so self-righteous on her throne. She ran the lead through her hands, stroking it suggestively. \"Will you trade?\" Her eyes went to the new one. She did not recognize it. But to be actually on the king\'s lap, it had to be valuable.
\"No, sister. I will not.\" He told her. His grey eyes examining her, still not angry, despite her need to anger him. He turned his face and rubbed his cheek along the kitten\'s chin, lifting it\'s chin, and nipping it\'s neck. The kitten let out a squeak. For some reason she could not fathom, the noise triggered her rage.
She hissed and threw the end of the leash at his face. Graeme, her brother\'s long haired slut, steeped up and caught it, gently tugging the young red-haired man to him, and unclipping the end. Then he pulled the boy back behind the throne and went to work on the elaborate collar. She smirked at his efforts. The collar was one of her favorite kind, it would need to be cut off.
\"Why are you here, Andromeda?\" The were-leopard king asked once more.
\"I am the Mother of the heir, are you inferring I have no rights to be here?\" She spat out at him. She waved an arm around the massed lycanthropes. They crept forward on hands and knees, eying her displayed curves hungrily, tongues licking at lips.
\"You are the Mother of the heir, you are honored for that. But you are not one of us, it is not your place to be here in our place of gatherings. This is pride business, Sister. So I ask you again, why are you here? Here where you do not belong?\" He growled at her voice going lower, eyes half-closed, as if he drowsed.
She gnashed her teeth at him, throwing up her hands. \"Once again you deny me. Threaten me, allow them to threaten me. You sit there all high and mighty, on the throne that belongs to me...\" she yelled at him, jumping towards him. He looked at Amrys, never flinching. She felt her arms seized and screamed loud and long.
\"It is not your destiny to sit on the throne,\" Lucius retorted. \"The seers selected me...\"
\"Before I was born! Before I was born, Lucius. Once I was born they should have been asked again. You could not even give the pride it\'s next king, and yet, you will not agree to let me take the place the heir\'s mother should hold by tradition.\" She fought the Des\' hold on her, trying to rake his flesh with her nails.
\"Stop it. I don\'t want to hurt you.\" Amrys hissed at her under his breath. She paid him no heed. All her glares focused on her brother.
\"I will not marry you, Sister. That is the position of which you speak. It is not possible that you should have it, tradition or no.\" Lucius told her. \"I will not lie with you to satisfy your ambition, Sister mine.\"
\"It is mine! The throne is mine! You cannot deny me! I demand the place that is mine. I demand the right to be turned, to be one of the pride!\" She howled at him. He looked down at the kitten in his arm. He petted the youth with the back of his fingers.
\"Out.\" Lucius said mildly. Not looking up.
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