Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 91

Disclaimer: Not mine....JKR created HP!


His release washed over him like a tidal wave, catching him before he was ready. He threw back his head and cried out, shivering with the feeling, rolling with the waves. Draco's thighs wide-splayed, as Yaji never slowed rocking deep into him, riding him, prolonging his release, driving him to the brink and over, all the while holding him with careful hands, not letting him free, not letting him away from the almost unbearable intensity.

Until Draco heard himself sobbing, reaching out to grasp at Yaji with numbed limbs, fingers slipping, as he tumbled through the sensation, anchored only by the touch of skin and shaft of flesh. He shook, body clenching, his pelvis turning liquid, into heat. His semen splashed out over the flat, corded belly beneath him, while he shook and shuddered, helpless in two sets of strong arms.

"Draco." The quiet murmur woke him. He sighed in relaxed, perfect contentment. His sleepy eyes wouldn't open yet, but he snuggled closer, his mouth open, licking at the chest his cheek was resting against. The flavor was wonderful. He knew who it was, the taste implanted forever in the sensory memory of his brain. Mantheer in front of him now, it was at his chest Draco licked, Yaji behind, a solid, reassuring warmth, gone now from inside the young man's body. He was happy to be where he was, in between them, cuddled, loved.

He managed another lick. And this time his tongue found a real treasure. A nipple under his mouth. Flat, soft, not much to rival a woman's nipple, but he would not have traded this one for any other. Draco sucked on it, took it into his mouth, suckling with drowsy intention and softness on it's hardened peak. Mantheer let out a moan, his urgent need impossible to miss, a deep groaning. Mantheer's hand came up to cup the back of Draco's head, to hold him close, support him as he licked and sucked the tiny, erect nub.

Hands ran down his back, following the contours as if glued to them, ending with palms molded over his buttocks, petting, stroking, the very tips of curious fingers dancing over the soft pouch of his scrotum, petting, calming. Draco sighed happily, and pressed against the huge body in front of him. He felt Mantheer's hard cock, wide and full, resting against his stomach, filled with blood, hot. The tremor of need forced him to raise up and blindly scoot higher.

Mani understood, and tilted up the pointed chin, dropping the softest of kisses on the pale pink mouth that sought his. He fed at that mouth, with the most careful passion, nibbling the full lips, down over Draco's chin, and his bare throat. His attention there, leaving a kiss-bruise, a mark to state his ownership. Then back up, where he could kiss, draw his tongue over the swollen mouth, lick, lick, and his thumb brushing the wetness, and repeat.

Sink his teeth, human blunt, into the ripe flesh, never breaking the fragile, passion swollen skin, but still, hungry for the response, for the impassioned puffs of breath that he caught in his own mouth. A taste of his young lover, sweet and fine, to breathe in and swallow down. To lick across his tender face, and nurse at the small Adam's apple, at the hollow of his throat where his two collarbones met, sweepingly perfect, that hollow, the sweat beading there, pooling. Waiting to be lapped up, smeared with a fevered kiss.

A light touch feathered across Draco's forehead, rousing him from his languor, his limbs too heavy to move. Warm, and large, the hovering form above him, and he felt wonderfully comfortable. Resting against a smooth, muscle packed chest. Surrounded. Draco felt the smile growing on his face, involuntarily. He squirmed closer to the warmth, raised kiss puffed lips, and small aches erupted over his whole body. Aches that remind him exactly what he was doing, what he had done, and pierced him with the desire to do it again.

And then he remembered, his body recalled, a visceral memory, like being there again, in full coupling. Spread wide, open, filled full, being taken to the peak. Oh. Ghod. Yaji had been inside of his body, thick and long and so damn good. That part of him, that most intimate part, Draco had let the slickened shaft pierce into him. Driving him crazy with overwhelming sensations. Making him scream, good screams, begging, and an orgasm he would remember all of his life. So intense he lost consciousness. And woke to this different bliss.

Mantheer stroked him gently, Yaji curled up behind him, his body sheltering and supporting, sticky just a bit, way down there, but Draco didn't mind, even if it brought a blush to his cheeks. In fact the idea, what it reminded him they were doing, not long ago....that sent renewed shivers throughout, top to bottom, toes to nose. And the kisses, oh, they went on, Mantheer not letting them stop, not letting Draco's mouth cool, rather keeping up the relentless, pleasuring assault, this time with his tongue, giving tiny licks, then delving into the youth's mouth to tangle inside.

Yaji whispered his name again, the words ruffled in his hair. Draco turned toward the large man and lifted his arm to wind it around Yaji's neck. Yaji lowered his head. And Draco got the second man's kiss, he wanted, craved. Placed on his mouth, hungry still, hot with the kisses from before. He slipped his tongue out enough to touch the curve of Yaji's lower lip. His hand groped out, found Mantheer's hip, dug into the impressive muscle, sculpted, smooth, oh so tempting. Tried to drag him closer. He thought of that power, guiding Mani's heat into his center, and he cried out, nearly erupting, from nothing more than imagining.

"You are, were...uh, Yaji....ji...." Draco finally managed to almost say. He felt the beginning of a blush rise, and then he had better things to think of, as Mantheer grabbed his chin, and brought him back to the kissing. Feeding of mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue.

He had been afraid for one tiny instant, when he realized how well endowed Yaji was. He thought he would tear, or be hurt, but he had not felt pain, he had felt fantastic, thrilling with sensations that while fairly new to him, were very, very pleasant. And he wanted it, more, wanted Mantheer this time, with an urgency he could not defeat. Just like Yaji, his soul cried, bury yourself in me, just like he did. Be mine own. Claim me, and let me claim you.

The ghost of that feeling rippled along his nerves, and he let out a moan. Yaji smiled against his neck, the young man's neck, bent forward, nape waiting for the teeth, the were-leopard raked across the vulnerable flesh. Draco's skin tightened his eyes rolled back, and he moaned, his skin shrinking snug, a web of need, of demanding.

Draco turned to face Mantheer, eyes half shut, he tangled his fingers in the dark hair. "You. I want you, too. Please?" He whispered his plea into the man's ear, then he bit the lobe, sucking it into his mouth, teasing, worrying at it. He wanted to have them both, today, he wanted the seed of the one to join that seed that already filled him. Something drove him to have them. He couldn't rest easy, it didn't feel right, having only one of them as his lover. Mantheer cupped his palm along the back of Draco's skull.

"Are you not tender? I will not hurt you, not even for this. Not even wanting you as much as I do." His dark eyes were serious, concerned, even lighted with lust, they were eyes that loved him first and foremost. Draco mewled as he burrowed into Mantheer's shoulder, up to rest his lips against the wild pulse in the guardian's neck.

"I need you. I need you. Please." He said, a soft, frantic sigh over heated skin. Mantheer, drew in a harsh breath, let it out, prayed to Merlin for control. He could not deny the boy, not listening to the pleading, to the raw want echoing in the tenor voice. Draco would never want in vain, not when it was within his power, or Yaji's, to give him what he so craved.

"Slowly." Yaji was the voice of reason, Draco gave up his control to the man he trusted, and Mantheer to the man who had been his partner since young childhood. Yaji would keep them safe, Yaji would take them to the pinnacle. Mantheer let his desire free. There was no force. He reached out parted Draco's willing thighs, touched him there, still wet, his finger slipping in, slow and careful, all the way, without the resistance he feared, that would have warned him of pain.

Draco would not ever feel pain from him, not when they lay together, not when they came together in love. Mantheer was deliberate, patient, he slid a second finger inside, feeling the smoothness give to his gentle probing, relax when he took his time, shocked anew at the lush flesh gripping his digits. He wanted to sink inside this velvet sheath. To fill Draco to the fullest, to slide in and out of him, to hear the gasps of pleasure against his body as they rode each other.

Mantheer placed the flared head of his penis where he most wanted to be, his hands steady, certain, as he held Draco's hips. He looked down into the flushed face of his love, the cherished Mother, and found the courage to press inside. Draco mewled, then sighed, the beginning of what he had to have, it shook him to his core, to know that the slow entrance wouldn't stop until he had what he wanted. He felt overwhelmed, he felt shattered, unbidden, tears gathered in his eyes, ran down his cheeks. And he sobbed. Mantheer raised his head, and Yaji moved closer. Draco sobbed again. "Give...," faint, less than a sound.

"Draco...?" Yaji whispered. Draco rocked his head back and forth, moaning. It wasn't pain, it was something more intense, beyond words. He clutched at the guardian who was over him, who was in him, who had, thank all the ghods, not stopped. If he stopped, Draco couldn't bear it, the emptiness within him had to be filled. "Please..." ghosted out of him. And Yaji's tension relaxed, melted away.

"Yes, we will give you what you need." He rolled Mantheer over onto his back, lifted the slim youth over the man and guided them together. Draco's head falling back, his neck arched until Yaji offered the support of his broad chest as he straddled Mantheer, just behind Draco. Biceps flexing he held the youth, and slowly, slowly lowered him onto the thick rigid, flesh, that spread the tiny opening, which surrendered, accepting, flowering, a tiny ring of heat, impossibly wanton in honest hunger. Honest desire. And inevitably, the slender body gave way, and Mantheer sank deep.

He had no breath, after that, only madness, only joy, only pleasure knowing he had what was his. He was boneless, held upright by the arms around his waist and torso, by the shaft spearing him with the most intense pleasure. His own arousal bobbed in front of him, not needing touch, teetering on the brink without it. Ghod, how could he not have known it would be like this? How could he had been satisfied, and but for a quirk of fate, he would not have known what he was missing? Never had this. Never realized.

He would never give this up. This alone was reason enough to live, this was the breath to live, the fire to burn, the water to run like the elixir of life down his parched throat. He had not even comprehended his thirst. Not until now.

Mantheer, thick, velvet over steel, in and out of him. Draco, felt the building glow lighting his pelvis. Heard the breath catch in his throat, echoing in Mani's chest, he fell back, hips working, taking in all he could, legs trembling. Their fingers twined together, as they moved, flesh sliding into flesh, Yaji's palms covering Draco's buttocks, lifting, lowering.

They came in almost the same moment, Draco letting out a wail, sweet and rich with the release. He sobbed again, crying out, and Yaji folded around him, became part of them.

"Hush, we are already yours. We have always been." Mantheer pressed his lips to Draco's wrist. Yaji's mouth warm on his damp brow.

"Yes. You..... I need for you to be. I need it, Mani, Yaj.... I need..." Sweat and tears streamed down his face, Yaji's mouth licking them away.

"We will always give you what you need." Mantheer reassured the exhausted young man. "We will never do less."

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