Nightmares of the past plague a society’s hero. His days are spent running from the media, the public that adores him to the point of smothering him and his nights, once filled with the tender caresses of love, are spent wandering the halls of a drafty old house. He is, in a word, slowly dying. His lovers, a member of the Magical Law Enforcement and a dragon handler, would do anything to make their mate whole again. Including using a spell that borders on the one thing the Boy Who Lived was destined to conquer… Dark magic.
Color exploded behind Harry’s closed eyes. The deepest purple… the brightest blue… a flash of pink…
Every touch- Charlie’s blunt nails dragging across his torso and Kingsley’s teeth nibbling enticingly over every bump of his spine- added a new hue to the fireworks bursting to life in Harry’s mind. “Oh Gods,” he moaned, lost in the sensation, drowning in the shifting kaleidoscope brought on by Kingsley’s spell.
“That’s right, Harry,” Kingsley murmured, his fingers dancing over the swell of Harry’s arse and down the cleft, teasing with gentle, featherweight strokes at his entrance. “Just let go and see it all the way it is meant to be.”
Charlie wrapped a hand around Harry’s prick as an oiled finger, Kingsley’s finger, slipped deep into his arse and the most brilliant kelly green light encompassed Harry, closing out everything but the here and now.