Furry Magic

Title: Furry Magic, chapter 104

Disclaimer: HP isn't mine!


"Draco." Mantheer came up behind the young man. Draco lifted his head from the list of names he was compiling. Aside from the pride, there were a number of others who needed to be asked to attend Harry and Lucius' bonding/wedding. Persons who could not be called by Lucius as king, yet were important to be included. Invitations would have to be owled out to them soon.

"What is it?" Draco asked, a smile growing on his face as he looked up into the rough, masculine face of his leopard. Mantheer grew still at that look. The adoration and the love in those blue eyes. His hand moved, unbidden, slipping under Draco's arm, wrapping around to his back, lifting him up out of the chair, Draco letting out a squeak of surprise.

"Mani!" He gasped out. "I am busy!" But the were-leopard simply pressed a feather light kiss on his cheek, a second on his ear, catching the lobe in a tiny nipping bite that sent shivers through Draco, refocusing his attention.

"I want you." Mantheer said, against his ear. "I see you like this, and I need you so badly that I ache with not having you, my love."

The quill dropped from Draco's fingers, no longer important, spattering the tiles in tiny, black droplets, unnoticed. He lifted his arms, winding them around the tall man's neck. Feeling the muscular body slide along his own, as he was lifted a fraction higher, so their lips could meet. Cling in the softest of passionate kisses. Lasting less than a second, but an eternity of feeling passing between them.

Draco almost protested, looking over his shoulder, back at his unfinished work. Then Mantheer placed him on top of the furs and lay over him. Draco shivered, face up under the larger man, enveloped by him, feeling the puffs of heated breath at the base of his throat. He let out a soft sigh, giving in, arching up into the love bite. The sheer size of his great lover stunning each time they lay together.

Mantheer's teeth grazed his skin, careful, agonizingly sharp, electric. The tremors shooting sparklingly bright through Draco. The big hands moved pale blond hair aside, and nuzzled the soft skin at Draco's throat, in the crook where shoulder met neck, where the pulse already beat wildly. He licked the spot, slow and sensual, savoring the taste of Draco, musky, sweet, warm and with a faint tang of salt, and growing arousal. Mantheer growled.

"You are mine. Ours. I want to have you, now." Mantheer told the youth, "I want to bury myself inside of you." Draco shivered.

"Oh...." Draco let out the sound, his body going heavy upon hearing the sound, the deep rumble through his skin as much as his hearing, his head falling back, his arms opening, giving himself over to his larger lover, shivering as he felt the man smile against his skin.

Draco felt the neck of his robe being lowered, inch by slow inch, as Mani nuzzled his nose down Draco's chest, pressing his warm lips to each square inch of fevered skin, until it dimpled into goose-bumps. Draco sighed, a shuddering, uneven release of breath, not moving, melting into the furs, boneless, nothing more important that the sensation of being loved. Mantheer kept up the slow exploration. A lick, a kiss, a bite, so careful.

Draco whimpered when Mantheer's hands closed on his hips. His drawers were lowered slowly, tossed aside, his robe not taken away, but spread out around him, a wash of blood red crimson in the dark furs of the bed and he, so milk pale in sharp contrast, lay like a panting, lusty gift among it all. The neck of the robe, the sleeves, trapping his arms tight to his body, restraining him from movement, from reaching out to touch, though he yearned to do so.

Kisses fell over his face, his chest, his tight pale nipples, he groaned, a light sighing sound, breathless, needy. Mantheer's response, to lave his tongue across the edge of one of those so sensitive nubs. Draco sighed again, squirmed, lifting his chest higher, wanting the mouth to take it, his beaded nipple, into the heat and suckle him. Mantheer licked him. Draco moaned. Mantheer licked. Draco raised one leg, wrapped it around the were-leopard, pressed himself, hard through the thin silk, up into Mani's belly. The hand on his buttock, under the robe, squeezed, a gentle flex. And Mantheer licked.

"Mani!" Draco cried out. "Please, taste me..."

When teeth grazed the pale nipple, Draco let out a mewling cry, trembling, his hands still caught as if tied, unable to reach out, unable to win free, a captive. Nipping bites trailed all over his pectoral, the aureole and at last, his nipple. Mantheer lifted him, lapped at him, made Draco squirm. Opening his legs, hoping that the big man, his lover, would touch him, take all of him, suck him harder.

Mantheer's hands clenched, raising Draco, rubbing against him, slow and deliberate, parting his legs, wide, letting Draco feel the long, stiff rod of flesh waiting for him, wanting him, wanting to sink into him, so deep they would both groan at the feel of it. Would cry out their passion and need.

Draco whispered his desire. Begging in puffs of breath against Mantheer's hair for the big man to prepare him, and then slide into him, inch by glorious inch until he was filled to bursting. The memory was never so strong, so overwhelming as the experience. As the feel of himself being taken, ridden, pleasured to madness.

Draco was reminded of that fact, because Mantheer did taste him. Tongue laving at him, hot, wet and distracting, bringing his breath up short, nearly a scream as he wished he could find the strength to push himself up onto all fours, or just lift his hips and somehow capture what he craved, to open himself, to beg. But he didn't have the will to do any thing but lay submissive, needy, as Mantheer placed him, to feel the tongue that made love to him, that tickled and danced on his skin.

"Uhhhh." Draco had no words to describe how he felt, was feeling. He was held, his hips high, fingers sweeping over the dimples of his hips, while his nipple was feasted upon. Shaking with the deliberate, slow, lingering licks across one nipple then the other, to his neck, teeth sinking in, a gentle bite, not enough to draw blood, just enough to send him reeling from the surge of pure adrenaline filled lust.

Mantheer's hands, his fingers, dipped into the crease of his body, and up the vulnerable, soft mass of his scrotum, toe curlingly intense, pressing there, rolling the tender orbs until Draco nearly cried with the sensation, wanting more, wanting all. Soft as a breath, Mantheer touched the crinkle of flesh, the portal that protected the inside of Draco's body, the intimate center of him. The touch stayed, soft, insanely so, Draco, caught, unable to move, unable to take more without help, pinned, waiting, waiting, for the man to give him what it was he promised.

The touch was slick, wet. Lingering, almost imperceptibly moving inside, Draco sighing with the motion, the advance that was opening him, slow, sweet, slippery wet, under the robe, out of sight. Only a sliver of white flesh showing down the front of his hips, his arousal there, hard, white, throbbing, Mantheer's hand hidden beneath.

Then, barely prepared, Draco felt the different pressure, the size, so large, so rigid, so demanding. He was shocked anew at the girth of his lover. He rolled his head side to side, sweat dewing on his lip. Mantheer moved, suddenly...there, pressing, slow and inevitable, sinking in, Draco, stunned at the sensation the frighteningly wonderful feel of being filled, of the growing pressure, dilating him. His body flowering open.

The feel of it overwhelmed everything. He could not think, he did not care, the world narrowing down to this, to Mantheer over him. Mantheer in him. Mantheer's lips finding his, kissing, tongues twining, lazy licks every bit as slow as the piercing of his body.

Draco fisted his hands in the thick furs. Held on. The progression of their coupling almost too slow, almost too much, the nibbling kisses on his mouth all that kept him aware, sane. Oh, Merlin! Had they ever gone this deep? Had he been taken to this point, his hips canted just so, his body unresisting, accepting this. Done.

It was done. He was taken. He was theirs, Mantheer's, his. All of him, heart, body and soul. As if no part of him could now be untouched, the cry that tore from him was long and trembling sweet. Mantheer lifted his head, looked down at him, and withdrew. Draco moaned, head tossing back and forth. Hips lifting trying to keep what he had, the incredible fullness, slipping away. He mewled his loss, Mantheer licking the sound away.

And back, in. "Ohhhhhhhhhh........." Draco felt the big body come closer, pressing tight, impossible. Belly to belly.

"Ride me, little love. Take me." Mantheer growled into his ear, nuzzling the curled edge. Draco fought to obey, fought to move himself on that column of flesh. "Yes. Like that."

Mantheer helped him, rode him. Like the tide into him, pulling back only to return. His plan could only be to drive the young man to madness, to screaming ecstasy. Draco writhed. Wanting it, all of it. The powerful rhythm, the pounding of their hearts.

He cried out as Mantheer brought him to the edge, played his body like a wild, wanton thing. Yet with such love that there was no shame, just hot, crazy love, transformed into burning lust, into wild heaving bodies, thrusting and taking, begging cries, until the edge.

It rose and took them, took him, Draco screaming his release, his body seizing his lover, taking him over, as they tumbled together. Gasping, panting, jetting heat, liquid, melting hot, oh so good, and well, insanely well done.

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