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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
[underwater three-way gay sex]
~~~ UNDERWATER ~~~
Alf came with them as the Cirrus/Sirius was towed back to the island.
“I always knew that they lived out here somewhere, but never knew how lush their islands were,” he remarked, as they passed through the wards: “And there’re enough mermaids around too, not that any sober Scillonian would believe me if I told them. This group o rocks has a nasty reputation for tide races, least that’s what they thinks. Now I know better. Not to worry me lips are sealed.”
D&H could feel the truth of that last averment without having to cast any non-Revelio or oblivation hex on him.
It was comparatively warm, for mid-winter, and the sun was shining on the sheltered anchorage. In front of the McLaggen house there was quite a crowd of Dumbledorians awaiting the flotilla as well as some of the merpeople. There was also another strange craft; appearing to be made of an overlarge shell. Its propulsion was unusual too; horse-like visages peered out of the foam surrounding this craft. In it, holding their reins and a trident was an ancient shaggy bearded personage. In the sun his hair looked almost white but where it was in shadow it had a greenish cast. He had a well-muscled hairless torso. Although well rounded, his belly could not be called fat. Below this could be seen the green hair of his pubic bush. He sat with his legs apart; drawing attention to the large shell which preserved his modesty.
H: *What’s under that shell must be huge*.
D: *Hmm … Yes … According to what I have read, that must be Neptune and he is supposed to be well endowed*.
H: *Is there a special way of greeting him? It would not do to offend him*.
D: *No idea, I suppose we dip our ensign and bow*.
They tried that and it got them a lifted hand of acknowledgement plus a smile.
H: *I think we did the right thing*.
D: *Seems so*!
The swimming denizens had various shades of hair but all had a greenish tint in them; whereas the scales on their lower bodies were of many different hues. These colours had been noted when they had parted to give an avenue of clear water leading towards Laggen Lodge.
The next people they noticed were Dean and Seamus standing on a wooden jetty waiting for the Blakes to throw a line. Once secured to the pier Draco looked puzzled.
“Dean, I’m sure there was no landing stage here before.”
“There wasn’t Draco; we built it from reclaimed driftwood. Wisteria said that you would need one because it’s not easy to haul a single keeled boat onto the beach. Berwyn found out what draught you are and then we plumbed the water at low spring tide to ensure there was sufficient depth plus a little. That’s why you were launched from a cradle at the boatyard.”
“Thank you for being so thoughtful.”
“I have the champers here in magnums plus that big bottle.”
“Thanks Seamus it’s called a Balthazar and it’s for Neptune over there.”
“Do you want me to give it to him?”
“I’m not sure, I think it should be Harry or I. We’ll still need one to crack over the bow.”
“Gastropod and Binder are dishing out the drinks. Now what happens?”
Alf had heard the conversation: “You need to get your dinghy out and row over to His Magnificence. Offer both the large and the small bottle and ask him to name the sloop. Use the davits to get it off your roof; I’ve already undone the clamps.”
It took about ten minutes to get the dinghy into the water and five minutes later, with Harry rowing, the Blakes reached the shell-boat.
“Your Magnificence, please accept this gift as a sign of our appreciation,” said Draco: “We would be most pleased if you would name our sloop for us.”
“Well now, Seneschals, I am pleased to carry out that office for you; in recognition of your sending the Seignior packing. I also have a request, that you entertain some of my mermen later on tonight.”
“Of course we will,” replied Harry impulsively.
D: *We should have found out what ‘entertain’ means*.
“Thank you. You won’t forget to have a supply of gillyweed with you, will you?”
H: “No, Your Magnificence, we won’t. I have used it before.” *It looks as though we’ll be exploring under the waves*.
Harry could feel suspicious vibes from his partner.
“Good then, let us proceed.”
Ten minutes had the assembly on the shore and Neptune’s shell boat next to their boat.
“I name this sloop the ‘Sirius’. Know that all who are of good-intent who sail in her will have my blessing and the aid of the merpeople. Those who sail with malcontent in their hearts will, however, feel my stormy wrath.” Neptune broke the small bottle on the bows of the Sirius.
The bystanders all raised their glasses: “TO THE SIRIUS, MAY NEPTUNE ALWAYS SMILE ON HER.”
The corps of elves made themselves known; handing round various plates of food and wading into the sea to include the merfolk; one of whom chose for Neptune and took it to him. After about an hour, Neptune’s sea-horses started to get restive, so he manoeuvred his shell-ship alongside the Sirius.
“Goodbye, Harry and Draco, thank you for inviting me, I must leave now there is a ship I blessed in trouble, and I must go to rescue the crew. However, the captain and mate will answer to me in my court, tonight. They have not been faithful to their promise and will have to answer for their misdeeds. Do not forget your promise to entertain some of my folk tonight … Good sailing!”
“AND TO YOU SIR, GOODBYE.” The Blakes answered simultaneously with a bow.
In just over an hour after that the party was beginning to break up, most of them with preparing their costumes for tomorrow’s village dance on their minds. Dean and Seamus hung behind.
“Erm … Do you want a crew?”
“Why, are you offering?”
“Yes … We don’t fancy the village dance at the moment. There’re a couple of witches who seem to think they can use their charms to lure us away from what they call an unnatural lifestyle. They’ve probably got kitting us out in fancy dress on their minds.”
Draco chuckled: “I see you’re suffering the same advances that we often do. Welcome aboard.”
“Accio kit!” Seamus caught their stuff as it came flying out of Laggen Lodge. It was rapidly followed by the two McLaggen brothers.
Draco burst out into uproarious laughter and pointed at them, not being able to articulate his words because of his mirth. The result was that Berwyn and Galvin stopped and inspected each other minutely. That only increased Draco’s mirth.
Galvin looked slightly put out: “Harry, why’s your partner laughing at us.”
Harry chuckled and honed into Draco’s thoughts: “He’s thinking that there are a couple of witches setting their caps at you and you want to crew in order to escape their attentions, just the same has happened to Seamus and Dean.”
“Ri-i-ight! We understand … the answer’s yes too. Plus, of course we want to get the hang of the sloop so’s we can instruct the others. That is of course if you’re letting it out to the Dumbledorians.”
“Yes, we were thinking of the others sailing her. Welcome aboard. Perhaps you have a route in mind so’s to try her out.”
“It’s the course lots of islanders use to prove their craft after a refit, so yes.”
Before casting off, all the participants went below.
“They’re all single bunks! Seamus sounded disappointed.
“That suits us,” volunteered Berwyn.
“That one makes into a double,” said Harry, pointing at the dinette: “But only at night. We’ve claimed the one at the front, up the step, the bed is almost triangular.”
“Harry and I will share this locker for our clothes; the other one at the front is for shared items, including charts and manuals.”
Their first port of call was the boatyard to drop Alf off and for the owner to take a photograph for the paperwork. As it was starting to go dark Alf suggested a place where the water was warm.
“Warm enough for swimming,” he said with a knowing wink.
“We know the place; it has a good anchorage too,” offered Galvin.
It was night dark by the time they arrived – well – moonlight through a gauzy haze of cloud. The sea below them was clear and had a slight phosphorescence. In it could be seen a number of half-human shapes gliding around, as if waiting for something to happen. Berwyn unleashed the anchor and dropped it gently overboard. Harry almost admonished him for not being more aggressive so as to get a good bite in the seabed. He shut up when he saw one of the mermen take hold of the hook and deliberately fix it safely in a crevice between two rocks.
Draco did a double-take when the two McLaggens stripped completely and sat on the edge of the boat. There was a watery swish and a light bump as two mermen leapt out of the water and landed sitting next to Berwyn and Galvin. What was most astonishing was when Galvin grabbed one of the naked fish-men’s apparatus. Almost immediately the merman returned the compliment.
Berwyn followed suit: “Nautilus wants to know when his friends can come and talk.”
Draco looked puzzled: “Any time, we’re looking forward to it … Hmm … Why did he not ask directly?”
“He would, but you’re not ready yet.”
Draco then noticed Nautilus’s fingers groping Berwyn and felt his cock give a twitch of jealousy: “I’m not sure I understand,” he said, blushing.
“Just strip off and sit on the side like us.”
“So one of them can play with my penis?” Draco looked slightly shocked.
“He’s not playing with it, that’s the way they communicate with us. Surely you realise they cannot speak in the same way that we do.”
“I hadn’t, at least, I hadn’t really taken in the fact that they were silent … Hmm … Neptune could and some of the others?”
“He’s different, he’s got the Fluence. Most of the merpeople are the equivalent of muggles; there are some mermages who can talk, but not many. It was some of them that you talked to at the boatyard. Next time look at their fins. If there is a gold tint in them then they are mermages. Any other colour and they are normal merpeople”
“This’ll take some getting used to.” Nevertheless Draco stripped, chucked his clothes down the companionway and sat on the gunwale.
Almost immediately another merman shot out of the water, twisted and flumped down next to Draco. His hand clutched Draco’s meat gently.
*Hello Human, I’m Stormwave*.
“Hold his balls, Draco, to reply.”
Draco extended some tentative fingers: *Hello Stormwave, I’m Draco. We humans are not used to holding each other so intimately. Unless we’re committed lovers*.
Stormwave almost leered at the Slyth: *This is normal … However, … This is intimate*. His fingers started to masturbate Draco, whose dick, despite its owner’s reservations, stood very quickly to attention: *Mmm … Nice size*.
As soon as Draco realised what the game was, his fingers began to work on Stormwave: *Yours is a good size too*.
*Thank you*!
Harry had been in the saloon stowing Draco’s clothes and other things away, as were Dean and Seamus. The brunet was tuned into Draco’s thoughts.
“Hey guys we have to strip off. Draco and the two McLaggens have. It’s so we can meet the mermen on equal terms.”
“That seems fair enough,” said Dean stripping rapidly: “Erm … Harry … I shouldn’t go out like that, you’ve got a hard-on.”
“So has Draco and its affecting me. That’s the other bit of news. In order to communicate they hold our cocks and we do theirs … Then it’s mind to mind … so to speak.”
“Go on … Draco’s having a rude joke at our expense.”
Harry looked through a window: “He isn’t, see for yourselves.”
“Merlin …” Seamus looked alarmed; then a lascivious grin spread on his face: “Oh well … When in Rome, do what the Romans do.” With a rapidly elongating prick he climbed the companionway.
Soon all six mages were holding and being held by an equivalent half-dozen mermen, all of them sprouting erections.
Harry’s companion was Clamshell: *Would you be wanting to come and see our village*?
*We would need to swallow some gillyweed first*.
*Ah yes, I keep forgetting that you humans only have one way of breathing. Do you develop gills where we have them, either side of our necks*? Clamshell patted his gills carefully.
One of Harry’s hands also patted his neck: *That’s where I grew them last time, plus the webs between my fingers and longer toes*.
*Gillyweed works better in saltwater so you should have well over an hour with us*.
*Fine … Excuse me, I’ll just go and get some for all of us*.
In the saloon the mages were all grimacing at the slimy rats-tails of gillyweed as Harry distributed it.
“You have to chew it and then swallow. If you think it’ll taste horrible, it will, and you’ll retch. We’ve all eaten spaghetti bolognaise before haven’t we?”
He got nods of agreement.
“So, look at it and tell it that it has to taste like that.”
They did so and within a minute the gillyweed had paled and was covered in what looked – and tasted – like tomato sauce. Everyone carefully licked their fingers.
“Once you feel the block in your mouth and nostrils, dive in. Obviously, when you feel the block melting then come up to the surface. Got it?”
They nodded and then went back up the companionway. All their aquatic friends were in the water waiting for them.
Three minutes and the boat was deserted.
The merpeople’s village was not too far down. Unlike the one in the lake this one was orderly and the stone houses well built. Gardens of seaweed surrounded most of them and further out were fields surrounded by low stone walls. There were families of merpeople who waved as the curious procession passed.
Clamshell swam up behind Harry and placed a hand between the Gryff’s legs without impeding their swimming too much: *We’re taking you to the youth house, which is where we live*.
Harry flipped his hand back and caught Clamshell’s todger: *So you are an orphan, like I am*?
H: *No … Once we reach puberty we go to live in the youth house until we’re ready for marriage. The boys’ house is at one end of the village and the maids’ house at the other. There are twelve of us living in our place at the moment. I’ll introduce you to my mate Whitewater when we get there*.
H: *Um … We’re not wearing shells, but the families we saw were*.
C: *Once a mercouple have had kids, or are much, much older they take to wearing shells as we do when up aloft into your world. We tweenmers do not, when in our community, it’s a sign that we are available, even if we’re permanently paired off in the youth house*.
H: *Does that mean you and Whitewater like each other very much, in the same way Draco and I share everything*?
Clamshell had a naughty twinkle in his eye when he answered: *Yes everything, absolutely everything*; the way the merman’s cock twitched when he conveyed that, left no doubt in Harry’s mind that they were a gay couple.
C: *We will spend ten to fifteen years together and after that decide who we want to marry. Quite often, when we choose, the maids we agree with have also been living together. That way seems to work out quite well and we are most likely to live in the same house until a few merkids come along. Some tetrads enlarge their house; others split into families. By and large, tetrads are the norm … Ah … Here we are*.
Clamshell gestured to another merman who swam over: *This is Whitewater, Harry. Whitewater meet Harry, saviour of Magicdom*. Clamshell took Whitewater’s hand and put it on Harry’s cock. At the same time taking the brunet’s other hand and placing it on Whitewater’s pubes.
*Happy to meet you, Harry*. Whitewater’s fingers pulsed Harry’s balls; setting off a reaction which the brunet could not control, especially as he now had both hands engaged in the private areas of two good looking mermen.
Harry fingered the other merman’s scrotum: *Happy to meet you, too, Whitewater*.
W: *You seem to be anticipating the joys to come, Harry. Perhaps we should go into our room. Our elders tend to frown on public displays of lewdness. As it is; your fingers are exciting me also*.
Without leaving go, the trio used their flippers to guide them through a doorway curtained in light blue seaweed. It was dimmer inside but Harry could see what he assumed to be a table with cushioned benches at it and a comfortable chaise-longue or two. There were other curtained openings which Harry assumed were to other rooms, not that he was given time to explore their domicile. This was mainly because they were manually exploring his most intimate bits and his fingers were not idle, either.
Harry was definitely in the mood when a sending from Draco interrupted: *Merlin’s Balls! Have they got exciting fingers? I’m in such a state I’ve got to let them fuck me. Sorry … Oo-oo-oh*!
Clamshell’s finger stroked Harry’s prostate and he quaked uncontrollably: *I’m in the same state, no need to apologise … Ah-ah-ah-AH*!
It wasn’t Clamshell’s finger that made Harry exclaim. It was the scales on his todger rasping raunchily against Harry’s sweet-spot. Harry shut his eyes in ecstasy only to open them when Whitewater impaled himself and started to squeeze-fuck Harry’s rooter. Not to be outdone the brunet reached round and desperately fondled Whitewater’s wonder-stick. The weightlessness of floating added an extra dimension to the fornication, enhancing and prolonging the build-up. Added to that were the feelings transmitted in the same way that speech had been. So Harry enjoyed the enjoyment of the other two, and had no doubt they were in the same loop. Added to that were Draco’s similar feelings, so that, when it came, it wasn’t a double whammy but multiplied by six.
During recovery time Draco became aware of the mouth block starting to melt and signified that he needed to go to the surface. He was guided to a room in which an enormous air bubble was trapped inside a glass clapper-less bell. Inside was a number of growing gillyweed plants. Through the link he realised that Harry was undergoing much the same sort of revelation. Surfacing inside the bell he took a deep breath, harvested some gillyweed, ate it and, finding that fresh gillyweed started to work almost immediately, sank back into the watery world.
The blond found that he was to be the filling of the sandwich again, not that he objected, especially when Harry was in the same predicament. It was Stormwave’s turn to be penetrated and Silversand’s turn to penetrate the blond. The six-way sensations were overwhelming. A sextet of prostates being stimulated continually; a hexad of hypersensitive cock-heads humping hornily, and a dozen balls preparing for splash-out, all added appreciation to what was happening. Each of the three pairs were concentrating on their partner’s enjoyment, and because of that, were having their own sensations boosted. It truly was a glorious climax when they eventually had it.
Their nether regions seemed to be enveloped in a misty fog of leaking sperm.
H: *The broonies would have enjoyed this.*
There was no need for the other minds to enquire what broonies were, because their image was shared automatically.
C: *Our equivalent are scupper-fish, and here they come. Relax and let them clean you up everywhere. Sometimes it causes another ejaculation, if not, it’s a pleasant way of relaxing post-fuck*.
Scupper-fish were small and brown. One shoal sucked in all the misty sperm cloud leaving nothing but clear water behind. The other shoal became very personal, tickling titillated members and apertures with their mouths to remove the adhering spunk. As had been suggested; that was another superlative sensation; both Harry and Draco giving the Scupper-fish and extra helping or two before it was time to rise to the surface.
There was a round of thank-yous before the mages climbed aboard and the mermen sank back into the deeps.
“That was really something. We’re coming again,” remarked Seamus, as the company flopped exhausted on their beds.
“Do you remember the old tales of sailors being lured into the depths, Seamus?”
“Yes, Berwyn?”
“Well … They contain a grain of truth … as well as being a warning. The Sea-mages Manual suggests never less than three months between one indulgence and the next.”
“Oh, but …”
“Use your brain and not your gonads to think with, Lover mine. What we do together is enjoyable,” posited Dean: “But it’s not just about sex, is it?”
Seamus sighed: “Yer right, it’s about the discussions we have, solving difficult problems tergether, hugging when one of us feels down. There’s a lot more than just fornicating ter our relationship and I don’t want ter jeopardise that by obsessing about sex alone.”
Lazily they sorted out the beds and their sleeping bags; dropping off soundly, as soon as they had kissed their several lover’s good night.
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