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Harco Empire	By : Toddy Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 34430 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or films. I do not make any money from the writing of this story, just enjoyment.

Chapter List
- 10
- 11
- 12
[Note: conversation =: “speech” & ‘thoughts’ & *telepathy* & #Parseltongue# & {telephone}]
(Mutual masturbation, plus after-coition glans caressing, penetration under duress, death.)
~~~ CEDRIC ~~~
Mad-eye’s championing of Harry got up Draco’s nose. Every DADA lesson the professor had the Gryff up at the front demonstrating the next hex or defence. The Mudblood also came in for a lot of praise and extra house-points. Weasel, by inference gained credence from this association. This annoyed Draco intensely.
The way the ginger git sneered at Draco was the real cause of the ferret incident. Draco had again forgotten his mild intentions once Ronald had spoken up in Harry’s defence. Then Moody turned up, just what Draco did not need. The Professor had an evil look in his eye and before Draco could escape he was a blond furry ferret. There was one mitigating circumstance though. Whilst inside Goyle’s trousers the animal did manage to nip his cock and scratch his thighs. Gregory was most embarrassed when he had to go to Madam Pomfrey to get them healed.
One incident that gained Draco much credence with his fellow Slyths was when he invited the Durmstrang students to sit at the Slytherin table. The Weasel looked daggers at Draco when the Slyth started chatting amicably with Viktor and his cronies. Draco had to admit it was hard going once they left the topic of Quidditch, but struggled on, gaining many merit points from his Godfather/Housemaster in the process. Viktor was abysmal at potions, but when teamed with Draco an immense improvement took place. It seems that the Durmstrang potions professor was not a Quidditch fan, and went out of his way to belittle Viktor’s achievements; in the same way that Snape did for Harry.
Draco was incensed once it was known that Harry was the fourth champion. He felt that the Gryff had been very underhand in avoiding the age limit. He shouted down Blaise and some other Slyths who suggested that Potter might be a victim. It is said that love and hate are brother and sister to each other. This was the last straw as far as Draco was concerned and, from then on, he tried his best to be awkward towards Dumbledore’s pet. This suited Gregory and Vincent, it meant that they did not have to exert themselves to get Draco to toe the party line. It did not suit Theodore half as much, because Draco was now compliant, and Nott was very much the sadist when it came to influencing Malfoy. Thus, there was no opposition when it came to making the ‘Potter Stinks’ badges.
Draco and Theodore combined their skills to create several anti-alteration hexes to apply to the badges. It paid off when the younger Gryffindor supporters all developed pustules from trying. Later when he and Harry had a fight he tried the pustule making charm, but Harry blocked it and returned a stronger one. Draco had to admit that his riposte that made ‘beaver-face Granger’ was a fitting punishment for the Mudblood. Gregory was furious when Harry’s block made the pustule hex hit the Goyle face, and he had to go to see Matron yet again.
~~~ BALL ~~~
Draco had Daphne Greengrass set up to accept Viktor’s invitation to the Yule Ball if he could persuade the slow oaf to go and ask her. Harry and Ronald might have been slow at fixing themselves up with girls but they were speedy compare with Krum. In the end Draco set up a little scheme where he bet Viktor ten galleons that he would not ask the next girl who came around the corner. Gambling of any kind aroused Viktor’s interest, as Draco knew it would. Once the bet was placed Draco gave Daphne the secret sign. Just as Daphne reached the corner Ronald and Hermione appeared. Ronald was not looking where he was going and bumped into Daphne. By the time they had sorted themselves out Hermione had walked around the corner and, rather surprised, Hermione had accepted Viktor’s offer.
Draco was doubly disappointed; he had lost ten galleons, and the Mudblood had snaffled his political associate from under his nose. Daphne was not best pleased either and made it known to Draco in strident tones, so much so that he had to buy her a resplendent box of chocolates as a consolation gift.
Malfoy’s chagrin at his failed scheme worked itself out when the Weasel appeared in dress robes almost two hundred years out of date. The Slyth and his partner, Pansy, kept on ragging Ronald all the way through the ball. This did nothing to ingratiate Draco into Harry’s good-books, either.
Draco felt he owed Pansy and Daphne some more support so, when Professor Grubbly-Plank took the lesson and despite him not being enamoured with unicorns, Draco made many supportive noises when the girls’ praised the choice of animal. Not being particularly interested in the lesson, he was at the back of the class when he thought he saw someone sneaking around at the edge of the forbidden forest. At first he thought it might be the three Gryffindorks, but then he spotted them cross-examining the Magical Creatures Professor about Hagrid’s whereabouts. He looked again and within a few moments a person in a pink cloak peered out from behind a clump of bushes. He recognised who it was – someone about whom Lucius had told him about the Malfoy clan’s hold over her.
Draco drifted over to the bushes: “Hello Rita, beetling around looking for stories, are you?”
“What do you know about insects?”
“Father told me about your little secret quite recently in one of my politics lessons with him. Who’re you after this time?”
“A new angle on the Potter boy and Dumblebum has forbidden me to go into Hogwarts.”
“Does the Headmaster know about your disguise?”
“I doubt it – it is very secret, after all.”
“When you say a new angle, what have you in mind?”
“Girlfriends, hanky-panky; the escapades he gets up-to. Things like that.”
Draco remembered Granger messing up his Daphne/Viktor plan and took great delight in embroidering a love triangle story inside the golden Three’s friendship. Rita lapped it up and from then on Draco had a regular date with her in her bug form. Making sure she was in the right place that would inconvenience the three Gryffindorks.
Draco could see Ronald and Hermione getting all het up about the stories appearing in the Prophet and encouraged all the Slytherins to write nasty letters to them. Hoping in that way to estrange Harry from them and have a chance of wooing the green-eyed idol. Blaise, on the other hand, quietly nurtured those who opposed this stance and his room tended to act as a haven for the moderate Slyths.
~~~ COUTRYSIDE ~~~
Harry became aware of Cedric when they went, together with the others, to the World Quidditch Match. The Weasley Household, as well as being very welcoming, tended to be boisterous. Harry, from years in the cupboard, sometimes wanted some quieter enjoyment and 'country boy' Cedric could provide that. So, when the Burrow atmosphere became too much, Harry would seek out Cedric. Only child Cedric was flattered that such a famous personality wanted to be his friend.
Their connection was plants, Harry's from gardening with Petunia. Cedric's from long lonely rambles through the lush Devon countryside. Harry soon learned that a quiet approach to nature brought gratifying results. Ronald's usual reaction to something rare was to crash through the foliage, shouting: "Where, where, where?" and then being disappointed. These approaches tended to work at school, too. Thus, a quiet understanding grew up between the two boys, despite their difference in age. If pressed, Harry might have admitted a schoolboy crush. Cedric, if pushed, might admit an interest in Harry's softer body.
The first-time Harry saw Cedric aroused and vice-versa, was before his encounter with Draco and after a friendly Quidditch match, when they were in the showers. Four teams had been involved so the stalls were somewhat crowded, thus they shared. Made only for one, there was an amount of naked body contact. So, Harry offered to soap Cedric and expected Cedric to offer a similar service. Cedric became aroused.
"Merlin, Cedric, your prick has swollen, has somebody kicked you in the groin?"
"No Harry, I'm not injured ... Erm ... When you become a little older, you will find your cock responding like this when someone touches you gently, and your soapy hands were doing just that."
"Oh, sorry!" and Harry moved his hands away and the erection started to subside.
"I am, now. I was enjoying what you were doing. Please continue."
"Oh? ... Um ... Like this?" Harry's soapy hands started to move across Cedric's torso, rubbing in circles.
Because the cubicle was oblong, Cedric was side-on to Harry. One hand was in the small of Cedric's back and the other on his flat belly. Methodically, Harry worked downwards. Responding, Cedric's prick rose upwards. Until hands and stem met.
"Um ... Do you want me to clean it?"
"If you'd like to."
"It seems a bit too personal."
"I won't object, if you don't." Cedric turned slightly, giving Harry greater access.
"Um ... Your balls are bigger than mine." One of Harry's hands was now washing between Cedric's legs, whilst the other was lathering his erection.
Cedric suddenly had and intuitive flash. 'Harry was playing the innocent, far too much.' He looked down at Harry's not insignificant apparatus, it was also at full mast.
Cedric's soapy digits reached down and suddenly grasped the smaller boy's genitals: "They'll grow, especially if someone like me massages them for you."
Harry jumped, but he did not remove his fingers, nor did he object. Instead he grinned goofily at Cedric.
"So, you little bugger. How long have you wanted that to happen ... Eh?"
"Um ... I don't know ... It's sort of grown on me." Harry's hands were now moving confidently, gripping and wanking the older boy and remembering a session with Oliver and Marcus.
Cedric stilled his hands and thought about a suitable reply. Harry, was under age, although Cedric was not. When Cedric considered it, the younger boy had instigated the exploration, so he felt that no suggestion of rape could be levelled at him. Besides which, young Mr Potter obviously had educated fingers which were rapidly bringing Cedric to the boil. Being a fair-minded person, Cedric felt that one thrill deserved another and so restarted his caressing of the pliable, trembling, delicate young man in his hands.
Harry stopped trembling and stiffened his muscles; realising that Cedric was now playing for real: "Why did you stop. I was getting really worked up?"
"Why did you want to touch me like this?"
"Easy ... Because you're so smooth ... Um ... To look at ... I remember that time when you stripped off and jumped into the pond to cool down. I was too embarrassed to join you, and then always wished I had. I've had naughty dreams about what might have happened."
"It'll happen quite soon, I expect. We used to mess around with each other, as well."
"Um ... That's what the book says."
"Book?"
"Yes. It's a bit tattered. I've forgotten the title. I s'pose it's meant to be a text book for older boys, about healthy procreation. The clean bit gives the girls side of things ... We're not interested in that yet."
"So, it's still doing the rounds, is it? ... Mmm ... Most of my dorm-mates would be interested in that clean side now. I don't think I'm ready yet."
"You mean you can't come?"
"Oh no ... As you'll soon find out if you continue doing that."
"What this?"
Cedric's knees twitched and his thighs shuddered: "Yes-s-s-s-s-s."
Harry watched intently and felt the older boys cock pulse. His glans went crimson and shiny. The little hole at the end opened. Out flew a creamy shot and then another. Fascinated, Harry continued and so did Cedric. The final amount just dribbled out, lubricating Harry's fingers. Mesmerised, Harry continued whilst Cedric's muscles quaked and juddered from over-sensitivity.
"S-s-s-s-stop ............ H-h-h-h-harry."
Harry's hands stilled, but he still gripped the base of Cedric's boner: "Why?"
"You've made me very responsive to touch down there."
"Oh!" The goofy grin reappeared: "Like this?"
"M-m-m-m-merlin-n-n-n-n-n." Cedric's body heaved.
"And this?” … … … … For a minute or two Harry stroked, not following any pattern and Cedric's body responded.
It did subside and once he was recovered, Cedric realised he was still hold of Harry's prick and the boy was squirming and still hard. Cedric thought and remembered something about ejaculations and sensitivity: "Right, you little sex fiend, what about this?" and commenced a hard caress.
To begin with, Harry just regained the blood pressure and livid hue. It felt as if a blunt brush was inside him; not hurting as much as cleaning. He watched Cedric's cock slowly subside and loose colour, whilst his was rapidly turning from pink to crimson. He felt his stem pulse, and then the meatus opened and Cedric’s hand was slimy. Cedric gripped hard and Harry’s end went shiny and started to turn purple.
That was what Cedric was waiting for. He gripped the base almost viciously and the shininess spread down the smaller boy's large prick. Cedric rubbed. It was Harry's turn to shudder and loose his breath. Cedric felt Harry's small balls recede and continued the caressing. Harry's eyes widened and his body felt weak. Involuntarily his legs opened, allowing Cedric's spare fingers to explore between. Harry shut his thighs, but Cedric was too quick. This sensation was too much, but Harry could only gasp and twitch. How he wished it would stop, how he wanted it to continue. It was totally new and totally debilitating.
"Now, you little bugger. Exactly how much can you withstand, eh?"
"Mmm ... Hhh ... Mmm ... Ah-hhhh." Harry's knees flapped open and shut uncontrollably. His smaller body heaved.
Cedric relented and let go: "Now you know."
Harry caught his breath: "But I didn't come."
"Yes you did and your body thought you had. Got it?" Cedric caressed the slack piece of manhood and Harry spasmed and slid to the floor.
"No more please, even the water hurts it."
Cedric turned off the, by now tepid shower and silently handed his mate a towel. Cedric was dry before Harry was, and watched with interest as Harry tried to dry his pubic area. The slack worm decided it wanted freedom and straightened out each time the towel touched it.
"Did you hex it?"
"No. Just that the delicate nerve endings remain. It'll wear off"
Wear off it did, but only when Harry was almost fully dressed - everything buttoned up, but his flies with his pink prick hanging out of them. Cedric opened the door, despite Harry's entreaties. They were the last in the changing room.
After that incident things cooled off between them for nearly quarter of a year. They remained friendly until Harry needed to find a 'Forster's Blue Salvia,' for his combined Potions and Medics homework, so he asked Cedric.
"Sorry, I don't know."
"Well ... I've looked in all the plant books I can find, but it's not there."
With a crafty grin Cedric asked: "Have you asked Hendy?"
"Who's Hendy?"
"I'm not sure whether Hendy is a magical being, or an animated plant."
"Oh ... Um ... Something like the Whomping Willow?"
"Yes, but much more helpful. I suspect it was a trick question. Those two Professors can be very devious sometimes."
"Not Poppy surely? Now from Snarky I could expect it."
"Let's not speculate. C'mon there's still light enough to visit Hendy."
"Where does he live?"
"In the centre of the Dark Wood. Properly called Pwllas Hendy Celyn. Bring a towel with you." Both boys accioed their towels.
Cedric led the way confidently. Hagrid came out of his hut: "Where ye goin’ Harry?"
Harry puzzled for a minute: "Old House in Holly green pool, I think."
"Righ!" D'ye know the way?"
"Cedric's showing me."
"He's a Dynionlas, so ye'll be all righ’. Have fun!" and gave Harry a crooked grin.
Harry puzzled over the old Brythonic and wondered what a green man meant. He nearly lost sight of Cedric, who seemed to be slowly melting into the foliage. Harry followed Cedric's tracks as he had been taught. Twenty-one minutes later they emerged into a clearing, surrounded by a hedge of holly. The gap by which they had entered, closed. Cedric had changed subtly, he looked a sort of mottled green and was hastily undressing: "Come and meet Henderwen," he whispered, sounding like the breeze in the trees.
Harry shrugged, divested himself of his clothes and felt conspicuously white in this very green environment. He heard another windy voice: "Nice ... Green eyes ... light brown bark ... He'll do well, Gwynion. He'll be your replacement when you join me soon."
Cedric smiled sadly and held out a green hand. Together they waded into the pool, it was soft to the touch, and not too cold either. Until they reached swimming depth Harry puzzled about 'Joining soon.'
"Worry not about Gwynion, Drwsoch, he'll be happier with me," the voice cajoled: "Come ... See me in my glory." The centre of the pool became disturbed and the sculpted green leaves of an oak appeared. It grew and grew until the whole glade was overshadowed. In the green gloom, Cedric almost disappeared, but Harry held on to the green hand. The tree stopped growing and Harry perceived they were on a small island. In the trunk was an open doorway, Cedric led the way inside.
As with many magical dwellings, the space inside exceeded the area enveloping it. Being used to such things Harry followed Cedric inside. A flickering light illuminated the room from the fireplace. Harry noted that there was no hint of red coals or flames.
"Ddraig goch hath no welcome here, dewin." the windy voice said.
"Then why am I called 'The Red door', Hendy?"
"Because thou hast the possibility of letteth ye Ddraigtân enter, dewin. It destroyeth all green things that liveth. And that may happen when dewin Meledyn rideth with you, dewin."
"When will that happen?" asked Harry, full of curiosity.
"After ye hand of Ddraigddu arouseth thee."
"I have ridden a green dragon, but not heard of a black one."
"He sleepeth yet, dewin Drwsoch. Come, thy time of junction approacheth."
Henderwen refused to answer any more of Harry's questions. So, Harry entered the door. The room inside was beautifully vaulted and there were chairs around its walls. Made of wood they seemed integral to the glowing green and gold decorations. Cedric was sitting in one, seemingly growing out of it. Others were occupied too. The hazy shapes of Dumbledore, McGonagall, Pomfrey, Snape and Ollivander, were some of the people he recognised. One chair was vacant, so Harry surmised it was for him. As he sat it enveloped him, sensing every one of his contours. The others faded from sight and the flickering light enveloped all of Harry's senses. It played with his fingers, flexed his toes, breathed perfume into his nostrils, filled his mouth with a sweet liquid and caressed his stomach. However, what set Harry Drwsoch groaning in delight were the genital sensations. Minute roots seemed to be penetrating both openings and exploring inside. The sensation was mind bending, and Harry experienced dreams of coition with everyone he had ever fancied. The most vivid were, of course, with those he had actually touched. Cedric was there and so was Dudley and the gang. Seamus, Dean and Ronald were included and surprisingly, Draco and Blaise plus most of the Gryffindor Quidditch team.
When Harry awoke, he was still in the snug room with the others, but now he had that green mottled appearance and appeared to be part of the wall.
"Now you know how to be unobtrusive, Harry." Observed the shade of Dumbledore: "It is a true camouflage against any background; unlike your cloak which merely hides your identity."
Harry realised that the others, including him, were standing. He supposed they were naked, but it was impossible to make any outlines out. In fact, their faces were mere ideas of their reality and melted as he concentrated on them. Cedric only remained in any recognisable form and that was misty.
"Shall we return to the pool, Harry?"
Harry moved towards the door and perceived Cedric's outline as he sank into the welcoming water. Harry joined him.
"Remember, Drwsoch, to think of me when thou wantest to be invisible," whispered Hendy's voice: "Farewell!"
Harry looked around, the pool felt cool and deep. There was no tree, there was no island, only Cedric splashing about and laughing. At the feet of the holly hedge, there was an abundance of 'Forster's Blue saliva'. Harry dried himself, collected the amount required and joined Cedric on the path to Hogwarts.
From then on, the two of them, were closer and did have a romp or two when the mood took them, especially in the autumn when nature was storing its seed, ready for the spring reawakening. Encounters on mossy banks, in warm barns and sweet smelling haystacks remained in Harry's memories for many years after the events had happened. They may have eventually faded when he grew old, but the memory of Henderwen never did.
~~~ TRIWIZARD ~~~
Harry and Cedric arrived in Little Hangleton graveyard still clutching each other and the Triwizard cup.
"It must have been a portkey," observed Cedric from on top of Harry: "You make a very comfortable cushion, it reminds me of our haystack meeting."
Harry immediately went hard at the remembrance and could feel Cedric's excitement too. He thought he could also see a wand pointed at them.
"Exuero vos!"
They were now naked and as Harry straightened his glasses he could see Peter Pettigrew at the other end of the wand.
He had something small and ugly sitting on his shoulder, which hissed: "Kill the spare."
"But Master, it is so-o-o delectable, look at that pucker, so-o-o inviting."
"Very well then, you deserve a little reward, but it must go. Separate them and tie them up properly ... Mmm ... Harry does look deliciously debauched, put a permanens on his penis, Wormtail."
"Yes Master, Erecto permanens!"
Harry felt his drooping dick regain its full stature at much the same time as he was attached to the gravestone. From there he watched the gruesome resurrection of Voldemort. However, before Peter lost his hand it was used to milk Harry. Despite his fright and disgust he enjoyed its attentions. His fingers were feather light, and stroked every sensitive edge of the brunet's boner. Within ten minutes Harry was bursting for release and pleading. Cedric, watching, tied to a tree had already had one sympathetic ejaculation, and was moaning in preparation for another.
"No Wormtail, not yet. I want him screaming in lust, just like Lucius that time," hissed the monster.
Quarter of an hour later the graveyard reverberated with Harry's howls as he let go his twenty-one shots of sperm stream directly into the pot. Next came his blood and Peter's hand, causing Voldemort to arise. The man that faced him was obviously an older version of the handsome youth Harry had met beneath Hogwarts. Her was still very presentable and despite his fear Harry stared at the naked Dark Lord’s pubic area. Harry’s cock gave a twitch or two and then started to swell. He fought the urge and his erection drooped.
"Ah! Harry!" he said, “I see you are pleased to see me,"
Harry grunted anon-committal reply and scowled.
"No? Is it that the old magic still fills your body?"
Curious, Harry replied: "The old magic?"
"Mmm ... Yes ... It's called Love. But never mind. Some of that flows through my veins now," Voldemort looked triumphant: "So I can touch you." He stuck out a finger and aimed it at Harry's scar.
Harry squirmed and shouted as he felt the evil influence approached. Before the finger touched-down, Voldemort paused. He ogled the trembling, naked body before him; taking note the plump cock drooping from its dark hairy nest. He seemed to come to a decision.
"But no! Love enters through the eyes and travels down here to the heart. There it rests for a while; it might fester and disappear, or it might grow stronger. Your father's love grew and the instrument of that love did also." Voldemort was now looking directly at Harry's pubic area.
"That's peculiar! I have that old magic within me now. Why are you not responding?"
Harry felt brave: "Because you are unlovable?"
"It is not that either. No ... Love comes from touching. This is its instrument." He took hold of the brunet's cock: "However it has to be a conduit of that magical love so it must be suitable. Voldemort squeezed gently and then more vigorously.
Harry fought the tingling feeling best he could, but his glands were laggard guards. Very slowly his cock lengthened as the monster's scaly fingers played. Within ten minutes Harry was hard. It took another ten minutes for it to become shiny.
“Oh dear! It looks too small to be efficacious." He started to tickle Harry's balls and caress between his legs and the bobbing rampancy returned.
"It's an improvement but still not to my liking. You should be more pleasing than Wormtail or Cedric." Voldemort concentrated and pushed his wand tip down inside the tube: "Expando Penis!"
Harry had a curious, but familiar feeling inside. Almost like when he first was told he had magic by Hagrid. His scar hurt and the pain passed down inside him. He cringed as far as he could and then the pain turned into a happy filled feeling. He knew then that Voldemort had given him another shot of magical power. When he looked down he could see a much-enlarged glans; sitting on a stem twice as thick and half as long again than previously. As this took place his table-tennis sized balls grew to lawn tennis size and Harry realised the amount of magic that Voldemort had involuntarily transferred.
Voldemort shivered and wilted slightly, his eyes dimmed when Harry felt that enormous amount of magical energy enter him. Harry remembered being gauged recently and looked down. Eyeing his enormous erection – bigger by half than at a previous gauging.
"Hmm ... Shall we watch Wormtail at work? It might give you thrill enough to return some of that magic you've just borrowed from me."
Harry looked at Voldemort. The handsome man's face was altering. the nose was melting and the eyes protruding. Not wnting to watch any more he turned his attention to Peter and Cedric. Voldemort. meanwhile, played in his victim's genital area. Like Voldemort, Peter seemed to have an exciting touch. Especially as Harry found out when a set of Voldemort's fingers stroked between Harry's cheeks. Every time a finger neared his pucker Harry ached for it to penetrate. In his sexual ecstasy, Harry realised why Wormtail was so named - his was long, thin and squirmy - much of it was entering Cedric's bowels. Harry expected Cedric to be screaming the place down. Instead he had a dreamy look, a dripping erection and was gyrating in time with Peter's thrusts; urging him: "More, more, more!"
"I think you would like that Harry," suggested Voldemort, wiggling a couple of inserted fingers that Harry had not realised had breached him. One of the fingers stroked his prostate and Harry lurched forward.
Voldemort noticed and repeated the action: "Did you not like that?"
Harry felt that he should deny it, but instead blurted out: "Ooh yes-s-s-s!" opening his legs further to allow the monster's fingers easier access, not noticing that his bonds had eased slightly.
On the gravestone, at about bum-height, was a ledge - probably enough to put a vase of flowers on. Voldemort hitched Harry's bottom on to that and then, releasing the lower bonds, caused the brunet's feet to rise off the floor; fixing them to the gravestone on either side of his head - it was quite uncomfortable, but Harry forgot about that as Voldemort's appurtenance pressed in. Not as long as Peter's; shaped slightly conically, it was thicker than the two removed fingers and Harry gasped.
"Ever had someone inside you before, Boy?"
"N-no Sir!"
"How delicious, he's a virgin, and my first fuck of the new era. That must be a good omen for my new empire. I might just keep you alive a little longer as my sex-slave. Would you like that, Boy?" and gave an extra shove.
Harry screamed as his pucker was stretched. He felt extremely full and, in glancing down, realised that there was still more width and length to come. He was about to plead for mercy when the implement found his prostate and swiped it. So, instead of pleading for less, he cooed for more.
"In a minute, Boy," Voldemort muttered a charm and attached a magical collar around Harry's neck. Harry felt a compulsion set in. He wanted to please his new Master and not defy him. However, his own magic refuted this and the brunet quivered as the two fought inside him.
"Hmm ... That's interesting ... I wonder which will win." Voldemort gave another thrust and Harry swore extensively as his pucker accepted more of the wedge-shaped scaly prick.
"Two more to go, Boy, and then you will enjoy it."
Despite his magic advising against it, Harry said: "Thank you, Sir," and thrust back, accepting more of the prick than he thought possible.
"Well, well; you are eager, aren't you? I'll give you a reward. Wormtail, bring the spare over here."
"Yes, Master!" Peter waddled over with an impaled and erect Cedric supported by the minion's strong implement.
Voldemort withdrew: "We shall tie them together, prick-to-prick so that they can frot each other."
"Yes Master."
That took a few seconds and included tight cords wound around both boy's balls and pricks. What took longer was arranging arms and legs to Voldemort's satisfaction. In the process both boys had ejaculations and received beaten bums for not waiting. Nevertheless, the cords and some charms kept them eager for more stimulation.
Eventually Voldemort was satisfied and re-entered his target. From Cedric's reaction Harry guessed Peter had done the same. The two captors alternated their thrusts and Harry's balls were slapped by Peter's every time - he supposed that Cedric could feel Voldemort's.
"Restrictor glans’!" Harry felt something like a plug enter his meatus and swell. He soon realised what that meant when he tried to come. The glorious feeling was there but the fulfilment was not. Even when both captors had released their sperm and withdrawn, Harry and Cedric continued to try to complete their cycles. All that happened was that they became super-excited and tried to spurt again - building up the feeling. Cedric was slightly ahead with his third ejaculation and Harry felt the throbbing of his mate's swelling prick. They were on the ground, Cedric on top; when a wand reached in and touched that cock.
"Effuse!" and a smiling Cedric let out his triple load all over Harry.
Then came the dread words: "Avada Kedavra!" and Harry was now attached to a cooling corpse. Her gasped, not only at Cedric’s death, but because of the change that had occurred to Tom’s face. It was now almost snake-like. Harry surmised that using the death-curse had altered Voldemort’s thaumic core, probably because of the influence of his seed and blood. The curse was contrary to all that Harry would ever envisage. Thus, that internal conflict had changed the handsome man into a scaly monster.
Voldemort realised something had happened, and put his hands up to his face: “What is happening. Is this your doing, Boy?”
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