Furry Magic
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Harry Potter › Slash - Male/Male › Harry/Lucius
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Adult ++
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104
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136,580
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Currently Reading:
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Chapter 96
Title: Furry Magic, chapter 96
Disclaimer: I don't own HP.....
A/N: Nekochan...yes you may translate the fic. And thanks again everyone for the FB.
Amrys fought them as they brought him nearer the furs. He struggled to get free, intent on getting to the thrashing young man on the bed. He roared, heaving his two restrainers up off the floor in an impressive show of strength. Veins standing out like bulging cords on his forehead and along his neck, all the way to his chest and wrists.
Graeme held on grimly. Jonas never flinched, the flex of his large muscles attesting to the second's power as they grappled, his concern transmitted well through the places he and Graeme touched in their combined hold on Amrys. The blond were-leopard hissed warningly when he was not able to leap towards his goal, when they controlled his approach. The creak of extending claws was like knives piercing leather. He craned his neck suddenly, taking a strike that only just missed, wanting to sink his fangs in what ever vulnerable flesh was near.
"You will not let his arms free. He must not harm Harry." Lucius said to the men, as he arranged the clinging Harry on the furs next to him. Amrys fought, no recognition of his king, or the king's Chosen showing in his expression. His head was up, nose lifted, he was drawing in gulping breaths. He heaved up again lifting both Graeme and Jonas off of the floor again for an instant before he let them crash back down.
"Stop. He can not be controlled like this." Lucius said, in the same moment Snape stepped closer.
"Stop." Snape repeated, outwardly cool and practical. "The madness doesn't allow him to know who it is he is fixated on. The magic is not kind and gentle, it is sharp edged. The perpetrator means this to be violent, hard and fast. He has not let there be any room for else." Snape said, keeping his tone unemotional, though he wanted to scream his outrage that anyone would dare to do this to his Amrys. He swallowed hard.
"Yes. I agree. Shall we knock him out? Will time alleviate his need? Harry's?" The king asked as he watched the two struggles going on. Snape shook his head. "Will the spell fade on it's own?"
"No, time will only increase the drive and the madness. Lucius." Snape said, his voice becoming rusty with emotion despite his attempts to control it, lacking it's usual rich, smoothness. He cleared his throat and tried again. "In this state he will unintentionally injure Potter. Allow me to try to give him a release before he goes to him." The wizard's voice was subdued. He flushed red, his normally pale face lit with his blush. He wished for privacy, but it was not to be. Amrys was hurting. That he could not permit, not when he could ease it.
"Very well. Kaithas, come stand close. Watch. I would not have you hurt either, wizard." Lucius gave his blessing. He turned back to Harry, who's agitation was only growing worse. He crooned to the youth, and once again put his hand down, knowing what was to come, and not wanting to take any chances. His oiled fingers slipped into the body of the young man he held.
Patiently, Lucius slid his fingers in deep, caressing the flesh, relaxing Harry as much as he could, and Harry immediately responded with a shaky cry and a second ejaculation. There was no lessening of his erection. His eyes were screwed tightly shut.
Sweat dewed Harry's face and body, his pale skin like ivory, polished, and slick. Lucius let his fingers remain where they were, willing the young man to relax, but Harry's body never eased, his arousal, never lessened. He groaned. Lucius leaned down, kissed him, and Harry turned his head away, arching his hips up and down, not wanting tenderness, wanting sex, wild and hard, and dirty, more penetration, more force.
Severus' hands were careful, as he placed them on the other man's hips. Graeme and the big guardian holding Amrys strained as Amrys' entire body surged forward into that tentative touch. Amrys let out a sound that was pure animal, urgent and feral. They heaved him up onto the bed and atop the furs next to the king and Harry.
Severus Snape sank to his knees on the furs between the legs of the man he was coming to realize he had fallen in love with. Graeme and the guardian were one to each side of Amrys, holding him down, restricting his arms, and the lethal claws at the ends of them.
Snape blanked his mind to the many others in the room, all of whom watched with worry and concern, as he bent down, Amrys' meaty thighs one to each side of his own, clothed hips. No foreplay today the wizard thought bitterly, Amrys was already set to burst. This was still Amrys, still the one he wanted, he was hurting, and Severus was going to give him release. Snape wasted no time, taking the long, golden brown erection, now filled full of congested blood, to purpled hues, pulsing with each beat of the leopard's great heart, into his mouth.
Amrys screamed. Long and harsh, a tearing sound, and he released, arching forward, into Severus' throat, as the man fought to swallow it all, thick, hot wetness, filling his mouth his throat, and bubbling out and over. He drew back, swiped a hand over his face. It came back wet, he wiped again, and again.
Gently someone took his hand, pulled it away, pulled him away, and a tongue licked his face. Not erotically, but gently, caring. Helping him clean his face, recognizing his distress, and knowing that the fluids of Snape's lover should be treated with respect despite this horrifying situation. Kaithas helped him to a corner of the bed, lapped at his face, warm, tender. The tenderness was his undoing. Severus began to cry.
Next to them, Harry howled, pain and need, and terror in the sound. He strained towards the pride's second. Fighting Lucius' hands, scratching long furrows into the king's arms and blood dripped. Lucius captured the flailing hands, held them prevented further injury to himself.
He shared a look with his third. Graeme guided Amrys, his friend whose suffering was great, to Harry. Harry immediately tried to arch up into the sweat drenched body. Whimpering, filled with the need to meet the hunger he felt radiating off the second. Amrys did not know who was beneath him, he only knew his burning lust, his throbbing need. He lunged. Snarling and spitting, Graeme and Jonas held his hands behind him, so he would not tear and rend Harry.
Harry opened to the man over him, wrapped his legs around him, hissed his emptiness, begged to be filled. Amrys, growled. Lucius felt the lump in his throat grow, an aching, squeezing, as all that was dear to the pride was violated, twisted, and turned.
Amrys slid into Harry. They moved as if they were meant to fit so perfectly, yet the feel was not sweet and tender, it was a ravenous feeding. So very wrong. Lucius felt tears cascade down his cheeks as he watched. Amrys screamed, hoarse, tortured. Grinding without finesse, trying to find surcease to the rending pain. And failing. It grew, and grew.
Lucius, desperate, thrust his bloodied arm into his second's mouth. Amrys fell on the blood, chewing and lapping at it, finding a slight ease in the familiar taste, and scent of his dear friend. Of his king. The power in the king's blood eased the crushing pain in his chest, he drew in a breath, fought to regain sanity......He slid out of Harry, and the madness flooded back. He howled his agony. Once more clawing, his hands restrained, ripping this time into the furs, tearing away tufts of fur.
Harry one more time wrapped his body around Amrys, guided the man into his body purely by instinct. They moved together. Harsh, jerky at first, then smoother and smoother. Frantically fast. Panting. Moaning, hurting. Lucius Malfoy looked up and into the eyes of the wizard huddled in his seer's arms. The horror in those pale eyes, the terror in the strong man's face was the last push Severus needed. He straightened.
Severus Snape had had enough. He dashed his arm across his face. He'd cried. A thing he just didn't ever do. This time he had plenty of reason. But crying, and the catharsis it brought, was not what was needed now.
Now....
Snape pulled his wand from one of the deep pockets in his robes. His grip would have broken a less durable wand than his own. His tendons creaked. His jaw clenched, and pure crystalline outrage filled him.
He needed....
He raised his arm and concentrated. Collecting his indomitable will, as he pictured the one who had sent this abomination, who had meant to hurt the man he loved, and a boy he cared for deeply.
To fight....
He spoke the words of the counter spell, and felt the wild, gathering of energy as he pulled it all together into a ball of seething discontent and negativity, growing and growing, until he had it all, every scrap of the hated and hateful spell.
Back...
He hissed the spell to send each sparkling, malignant, inkling of horror back on the one who really deserved it. The air snapped, burst and flashed, and the spell shot back to it's originator.
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Disclaimer: I don't own HP.....
A/N: Nekochan...yes you may translate the fic. And thanks again everyone for the FB.
Amrys fought them as they brought him nearer the furs. He struggled to get free, intent on getting to the thrashing young man on the bed. He roared, heaving his two restrainers up off the floor in an impressive show of strength. Veins standing out like bulging cords on his forehead and along his neck, all the way to his chest and wrists.
Graeme held on grimly. Jonas never flinched, the flex of his large muscles attesting to the second's power as they grappled, his concern transmitted well through the places he and Graeme touched in their combined hold on Amrys. The blond were-leopard hissed warningly when he was not able to leap towards his goal, when they controlled his approach. The creak of extending claws was like knives piercing leather. He craned his neck suddenly, taking a strike that only just missed, wanting to sink his fangs in what ever vulnerable flesh was near.
"You will not let his arms free. He must not harm Harry." Lucius said to the men, as he arranged the clinging Harry on the furs next to him. Amrys fought, no recognition of his king, or the king's Chosen showing in his expression. His head was up, nose lifted, he was drawing in gulping breaths. He heaved up again lifting both Graeme and Jonas off of the floor again for an instant before he let them crash back down.
"Stop. He can not be controlled like this." Lucius said, in the same moment Snape stepped closer.
"Stop." Snape repeated, outwardly cool and practical. "The madness doesn't allow him to know who it is he is fixated on. The magic is not kind and gentle, it is sharp edged. The perpetrator means this to be violent, hard and fast. He has not let there be any room for else." Snape said, keeping his tone unemotional, though he wanted to scream his outrage that anyone would dare to do this to his Amrys. He swallowed hard.
"Yes. I agree. Shall we knock him out? Will time alleviate his need? Harry's?" The king asked as he watched the two struggles going on. Snape shook his head. "Will the spell fade on it's own?"
"No, time will only increase the drive and the madness. Lucius." Snape said, his voice becoming rusty with emotion despite his attempts to control it, lacking it's usual rich, smoothness. He cleared his throat and tried again. "In this state he will unintentionally injure Potter. Allow me to try to give him a release before he goes to him." The wizard's voice was subdued. He flushed red, his normally pale face lit with his blush. He wished for privacy, but it was not to be. Amrys was hurting. That he could not permit, not when he could ease it.
"Very well. Kaithas, come stand close. Watch. I would not have you hurt either, wizard." Lucius gave his blessing. He turned back to Harry, who's agitation was only growing worse. He crooned to the youth, and once again put his hand down, knowing what was to come, and not wanting to take any chances. His oiled fingers slipped into the body of the young man he held.
Patiently, Lucius slid his fingers in deep, caressing the flesh, relaxing Harry as much as he could, and Harry immediately responded with a shaky cry and a second ejaculation. There was no lessening of his erection. His eyes were screwed tightly shut.
Sweat dewed Harry's face and body, his pale skin like ivory, polished, and slick. Lucius let his fingers remain where they were, willing the young man to relax, but Harry's body never eased, his arousal, never lessened. He groaned. Lucius leaned down, kissed him, and Harry turned his head away, arching his hips up and down, not wanting tenderness, wanting sex, wild and hard, and dirty, more penetration, more force.
Severus' hands were careful, as he placed them on the other man's hips. Graeme and the big guardian holding Amrys strained as Amrys' entire body surged forward into that tentative touch. Amrys let out a sound that was pure animal, urgent and feral. They heaved him up onto the bed and atop the furs next to the king and Harry.
Severus Snape sank to his knees on the furs between the legs of the man he was coming to realize he had fallen in love with. Graeme and the guardian were one to each side of Amrys, holding him down, restricting his arms, and the lethal claws at the ends of them.
Snape blanked his mind to the many others in the room, all of whom watched with worry and concern, as he bent down, Amrys' meaty thighs one to each side of his own, clothed hips. No foreplay today the wizard thought bitterly, Amrys was already set to burst. This was still Amrys, still the one he wanted, he was hurting, and Severus was going to give him release. Snape wasted no time, taking the long, golden brown erection, now filled full of congested blood, to purpled hues, pulsing with each beat of the leopard's great heart, into his mouth.
Amrys screamed. Long and harsh, a tearing sound, and he released, arching forward, into Severus' throat, as the man fought to swallow it all, thick, hot wetness, filling his mouth his throat, and bubbling out and over. He drew back, swiped a hand over his face. It came back wet, he wiped again, and again.
Gently someone took his hand, pulled it away, pulled him away, and a tongue licked his face. Not erotically, but gently, caring. Helping him clean his face, recognizing his distress, and knowing that the fluids of Snape's lover should be treated with respect despite this horrifying situation. Kaithas helped him to a corner of the bed, lapped at his face, warm, tender. The tenderness was his undoing. Severus began to cry.
Next to them, Harry howled, pain and need, and terror in the sound. He strained towards the pride's second. Fighting Lucius' hands, scratching long furrows into the king's arms and blood dripped. Lucius captured the flailing hands, held them prevented further injury to himself.
He shared a look with his third. Graeme guided Amrys, his friend whose suffering was great, to Harry. Harry immediately tried to arch up into the sweat drenched body. Whimpering, filled with the need to meet the hunger he felt radiating off the second. Amrys did not know who was beneath him, he only knew his burning lust, his throbbing need. He lunged. Snarling and spitting, Graeme and Jonas held his hands behind him, so he would not tear and rend Harry.
Harry opened to the man over him, wrapped his legs around him, hissed his emptiness, begged to be filled. Amrys, growled. Lucius felt the lump in his throat grow, an aching, squeezing, as all that was dear to the pride was violated, twisted, and turned.
Amrys slid into Harry. They moved as if they were meant to fit so perfectly, yet the feel was not sweet and tender, it was a ravenous feeding. So very wrong. Lucius felt tears cascade down his cheeks as he watched. Amrys screamed, hoarse, tortured. Grinding without finesse, trying to find surcease to the rending pain. And failing. It grew, and grew.
Lucius, desperate, thrust his bloodied arm into his second's mouth. Amrys fell on the blood, chewing and lapping at it, finding a slight ease in the familiar taste, and scent of his dear friend. Of his king. The power in the king's blood eased the crushing pain in his chest, he drew in a breath, fought to regain sanity......He slid out of Harry, and the madness flooded back. He howled his agony. Once more clawing, his hands restrained, ripping this time into the furs, tearing away tufts of fur.
Harry one more time wrapped his body around Amrys, guided the man into his body purely by instinct. They moved together. Harsh, jerky at first, then smoother and smoother. Frantically fast. Panting. Moaning, hurting. Lucius Malfoy looked up and into the eyes of the wizard huddled in his seer's arms. The horror in those pale eyes, the terror in the strong man's face was the last push Severus needed. He straightened.
Severus Snape had had enough. He dashed his arm across his face. He'd cried. A thing he just didn't ever do. This time he had plenty of reason. But crying, and the catharsis it brought, was not what was needed now.
Now....
Snape pulled his wand from one of the deep pockets in his robes. His grip would have broken a less durable wand than his own. His tendons creaked. His jaw clenched, and pure crystalline outrage filled him.
He needed....
He raised his arm and concentrated. Collecting his indomitable will, as he pictured the one who had sent this abomination, who had meant to hurt the man he loved, and a boy he cared for deeply.
To fight....
He spoke the words of the counter spell, and felt the wild, gathering of energy as he pulled it all together into a ball of seething discontent and negativity, growing and growing, until he had it all, every scrap of the hated and hateful spell.
Back...
He hissed the spell to send each sparkling, malignant, inkling of horror back on the one who really deserved it. The air snapped, burst and flashed, and the spell shot back to it's originator.
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