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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}]
(multiple gay orgy - Draco the recipient
~~~ SATYRICON ~~~
Draco arrived in a clearing and the conscious part of him wanted to object at what he saw, however the musical side of him overrode all objections. There sat a being on a rock in the centre of a dell, the instrument he was playing was not a flute but it sounded very much like one. He, for Draco could see an upright phallus, had an unruly mop of hair like Harry. The being appeared to have a hairy rug over his knees. There were a number of upright beings dancing with abandon in a circle around that rock, as there was a space in the line, Draco joined in. He remembered the measures that he and Harry had danced and developed the steps beyond that. As he pranced he grew hotter and started to discard his clothes; next a friendly neighbour offered him a drink which he accepted gratefully. Imperceptibly the dance grew wilder and Draco’s artistic temperament soon had him spinning and leaping nakedly like a professional ballet dancer.
And then the music stopped. As the sun started to tint the clearing with colour Draco looked around in horror.
His dancing partners had grinning faces and shaggy hair; not like his lover’s, but all over their lower bodies. Next he noticed two small horns growing out of their foreheads and as he looked down he recognised another rampant horn sticking upright from between their legs. Draco shuddered as he recognised the goat’s feet and it registered that he was in the midst of a flock of satyrs. Draco looked with trepidation at the rock in the centre; there was Pan, syrinx in hand, smiling calculatingly at him. Draco then realised that: he had cast off all his clothes; was as erect as the surrounding beings, and that they were drawing closer towards him. Pan stretched out his hand and Draco tried to back away; however, the satyrs were crowding him forward. One of them was directly behind him and he could feel its phallus riding his crack.
Pan took hold of Draco’s dick: *Welcome to our gathering, mage. I sense you are a strong one as well. It is a long time since we had a fair-one to entertain us, so you will need all your strength*. Pan leered at Draco; very obviously taking in all his attributes; then the being nodded to the satyrs.
Draco was about to ask what the entertainment was but Pan let go of his phallus and a satyr grabbed it. At much the same time another two grabbed his hands and two more took hold of his ankles. Draco was yanked off his feet and carried splayed towards a cave mouth concealed beneath some bushes. Draco struggled and yelled causing the satyrs to halt.
Pan strode forward and gripped Draco’s prick: *You will be silent, Mortal*. Draco felt a surge of magic spread outwards from his genitals, it tightened his vocal chords, at the same time he felt his magical core freeze. Without trying any spells, he knew that he was now as helpless as any dumb muggle.
With Pan at their head, the procession took Draco into the bowels of the earth. The cave they arrived in was commodious and warm having a red effulgence, reminding Draco of the dreams he had had just before being rescued from Woodyates. However, this was for real, not some hallucination caused by lack of sustenance. It was also very worrying.
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Pan reclined on a sofa-like bed watching his band of satyrs having fun. They were not at all sophisticated. Draco was lifted up, feet splayed and body upright. A satyr moved beneath him and aligned itself with his pucker; then the blond was lowered onto the phallus and a short fuck took place. Being already worked-up and being half goat each individual copulation did not take long, but by the time the whole gang had had a go, Draco was very sore.
More was yet to come.
Draco was laid out on a raised flat surface of polished rock, incised in it was the image of a goat’s face. He quivered in anxiety because he had heard of human sacrifices and this special rock had four ritual horns – one at each corner. To these, each one of his limbs was tied. He remembered a ritual from the Voldie days; hoping against hope that his life was not going to be forfeit. He remembered that knife would be inserted in his anus and drawn upwards spilling his guts out between his legs. He started to weep copiously in anticipation and shiver in fright; he would have moaned and yelled, but for Pan’s inhibiting spell.
He felt it inserted and gritted his teeth, closing his eyes, he gave his soul to the Creator, praying for a quick demise; he knew it was going to hurt terribly.
Whatever it was, it was not a knife.
Draco suddenly comprehended that it was an exploring finger and not a cutting tool; this realisation coincided with that finger locating a certain bundle of nerves. Draco demonstrated his relief by rapidly engorging. A cock ring was snapped around his rampant rod ensuring his continued hardness.
Earlier, Draco had heard the susurrating language that the satyrs used to communicate; he supposed it was a form of Parseltongue; now he found out why.
The satyrs’ tongues were very thin – like snakes’ tongues but not bifurcated. One of them put his to good use by leaning forward and sampling Draco’s juices. The slender tongue lapped at his glans-eye removing any precum that had gathered and then it wiggled down his urethra. The sensation was overwhelming and Draco bucked upwards; pushing his mushroom into the lips of the satyr. It puckered-up and sucked. After a couple of abandoned minutes Draco took a deep breath and came.
Once he was licked clean another finger replaced the first one, and a further tongue was caressing inside. The blond’s fruition was slightly delayed and Draco soon lost count of the number of times that he had ejaculated; being surprised that he had produced sperm that many times; however, every satyr present was now looking satiated.
Draco was loosed, carried to a bed, and promptly fell into an exhausted sleep.
~~~ MORNING ~~~
The smell of fresh baked bread stole tongue-like into Draco’s nostrils, slowly returning him to consciousness. The final rousing was a couple of hands caressing his privates and another playing with the pendant around his neck – the only item he had not discarded.
S1: *Its golden body is very beautiful and this amulet very interesting*.
S2: *Not to covet things that are not ours, says Lord Pan. So stop thinking to remove its talisman*.
Draco realised that whilst a satyr was touching him and his pendant, he could understand internally what the two were hissing at each other: *Good morning, he sent.
Both hands stopped fumbling him and contact was lost. He opened his eyes and grabbed the nearest hand trying to send a message but nothing happened. The satyr struggled so Draco let go. He sat up and smiled at his two captors; indicating by signs that they should hold his Galleon. Eventually one of them cottoned-on and did as Draco wished – still no contact. Blushingly Draco remembered that when Pan had spoken in his mind the creature had been holding his cock, and that the merpeople communicated that way. More pantomime ensued with Draco regaining his erection before understanding was reached.
S1: *So you can speak in our minds when we hold your appurtenance*? The enquiry seemed gently interested and by its tone not at all aggressive.
D: *Yes! My name is Draco*. Hoping that he had replied in a civilised manner, and had not let the trepidation he felt, show.
BL: *Oh! Good morning; my name is Brilliance and my mate’s name is Brightness*.
Brightness fumbled Draco’s balls: *Hello Draco. Lord Pan sent us to see if you wanted anything to eat*.
D: *What I’d really like to do is get washed first. I seem to have a lot of residual stickiness from last night’s jollifications*.
The two satyrs giggled. *That was a day ago. You slept for many hours. May we escort you to our bathing place, Draco*? asked Brightness.
D: *Yes, please*.
The two satyrs let go of Draco’s cock and walked across the cave towards the sound of rushing water. He was surprised by the smiles and slight bows from other Satyrs and what he took to be hissed greetings, so Draco smiled and nodded back. Noblesse oblige seemed to satisfy the manners of the place. Draco also puzzled why these beings seemed so domesticated now when they had appeared to be fuck-fiends earlier on. He also noticed that there were more satyrs here than had been at the fuck-fest. There were older ones and younger ones but none appeared to have female attributes; so he supposed that the females were kept in some form of purdah.
They came through a short tunnel into another cave, this was warm and steamy. It was lit via a cascade of water coming through a hole in the roof. Each droplet seemed to carry its own light down towards a foaming pool in the floor. Draco supposed, from the heat emanating from the waterfall, that the satyrs had tapped into another thermal water supply.
Brilliance felt Draco up: *May we wash you, please*?
D: *Hmm … Yes I suppose you may*.
Brightness took hold: *You may wash us too, that is how we behave normally*.
Draco blushed again: *Thank you*, and wondered just how far he might go.
The two satyrs were very thorough without being too personal all the time. Some fumbling took place, but more in the region of cleanliness than lasciviousness. By experiment Draco found that mental contact could be maintained by him holding their phalli as well. Something they thought slightly funny but were not fazed by. He also found out that their phalli were permanently erect and it intrigued them when his started to lose its stiffness. Communication-wise it was just as efficacious shrunk as it was hard.
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Draco became quite confused as they went back. He was now slack and as well as nodding their heads all the satyrs he met stared at his small genitals. He soon worked out that it was considered normal to be naked and hard in Satyr society and he was now something out of the ordinary, quite a culture shock to come to terms with. He soon became ‘normal’ again after Brilliance and Brightness had explained how to communicate. [So would you, if everyone was playing with your cock whilst they chatted to you]
He was introduced to a number of satyrs and sat between Brilliance and Brightness at the breakfast table. The fresh wholemeal bread smelt heavenly and tasted divine. To spread on it there was goats-cheese as a first course and marmalade as a second. Thick Grecian coffee was a possibility as were various fruit juices. Draco soon felt quite full.
D: *Why do I not feel sore*?
BL: *Because we spent some of the time anointing your pubic areas with unguents*.
D: *Thank you, that was very thoughtful of you*.
Brilliance grinned: *We cannot have our special toy spoiled for lack of attention, can we*?
Draco grinned back; it was a fixed one because he was sorting out what it felt like to be regarded as a thing. He began to understand, for real, what house-elves felt like.
BR: *Have you eaten enough, Draco*?
D: *Yes thank you, Bright … Now what*?
BR: *Lord Pan wishes to talk to you. Perhaps you might like to drink this potion, you may find things less embarrassing*.
D: *How do you mean*?
BR: *Erm … everyone was staring when your penis hid in its curls … The potion would make it stiff again.
‘Merlin, this’ll take some getting used to,’ Draco thought: *Okay, thanks*, and took a sip from the proffered flask. He felt his erection regain its hardness, but without most of the usual sexy feelings.
*Keep it with you if you like. Then if things slacken off you can take another sip*. Brilliance smiled understandingly at him.
*Hmm … Okay … Thanks*. Draco started to wonder why they were all being so nice towards someone they regarded as a toy.
Brightness led the way towards another passageway.
~~~ CONFERENCE ~~~
The passage was fairly short and ended in a cave about the size of a large classroom. This cave was heavily disguised by beautiful tapestries in bright colours. Draco glanced at them and thought they showed classical scenes – he resolved to scrutinise them later, if ever he was given the time. The three of them stepped into the centre of the room and as Brilliance and Brightness bowed their heads towards Pan, Draco thought to carry out the same courtesy.
Pan hissed something at the trio.
Brightness held Draco’s jewels briefly: *Lord Pan says you are to sit next to him in my seat, I will be seated next to you*.
Brilliance moved forward to sit on one side of Pan whilst Draco and Brightness took up seats on the other side. Draco surmised that maybe Brilliance and Brightness were well regarded in satyr society. This was soon affirmed after Draco was comfortable.
[Well … As comfortable as anyone can be, naked with a hard-on in public and two unusual beings holding your cock]
P: #*For the benefit of Mage Draco, please adopt silent mode*#.
Each satyr took hold of the neighbouring satyr’s phallus forming a chain. Draco suddenly seemed to have a large number of presences within his head.
P: *Firstly, let me apologise to you, Mage Draco. It seems that you became entangled in our full moon fertility rites. For a change no babies will result, that’s a plus because our community is already overcrowded. I do hope that you were not too overwhelmed by our young satyrs’ attentions*. Pan looked at Draco, obviously expecting a reply.
*Hmm … It was a very surprising reception, Lord*, Draco thought through his answer carefully: *As is your very open society. Brilliance and Brightness have healed my soreness, thank you … Hmm … May I ask … How exactly did my presence prevent any babies? All the participants appeared to be male*.
Pan chuckled: *I am glad you approve of my Senior Bolitho’s attentions … You see … Satyrs are hermaphrodite, Mage Draco, and a number of them become available each full moon. In order to regulate births one recipient is chosen each time and he becomes the mother, so to speak. It is considered good manners to give as much thrill as one was given; hence the second part of the ceremony. Unfortunately for you, the human species give off pheromones which swamp our natural ones, thus you became the centre of attention for that happening. However, that doesn’t explain why you were inside our domain last night*.
Draco realised that politesse was the name of the game: *I apologise for intruding; I wasn’t aware that it was your particular territory. I’m a potioneer, by trade, and I was investigating the reason why the dragon trees were being slowly poisoned. We had ascertained that a certain substance was causing the Betula-Numviridis trees to wilt and eventually die. The sanctuary dragons need to browse these in order to remain healthy. As well as killing off the vegetarian part of their diet; the odour from the rotting trees was also excluding them from the area where they hunt for the numerous free-breeding mountain-goats, which are another needful part of the dragons’ diet. Having nullified the substance that was killing the trees, I and a colleague were trying to find what was emitting the substances to begin with*.
*Why are you so worried about these abominable predators*? One of the satyrs asked.
D: *There are only a few families left, fewer than the people I have seen in your community, and like the muggles for elephants in Africa or tigers in India we have established a Dragon Sanctuary in some mountains further north. In that same way, the centaur herd is protected near the English academy of magic*.
*There are still centaurs in the world? Well … Well*! Brilliance looked very surprised.
BR: *They used to be our friends in the good old days. We thought them long gone. As it is, we are the only phalanx of satyrs left and we are fighting extinction too*.
D: *How come the magely world did not know about you*?
P: *We had one or two nasty run-ins with sorcerers a thousand odd years ago; they seemed hell-bent on our extinction*, Pan explained: *So we hid ourselves away, not too far from Arcadia, our original home. Fairly recently another band of sorcerers came and started making things difficult. So, before we were annihilated, we upped sticks and came here. Only to find those dratted dragons pinching from our flocks. So, from our ancient records, we found that if we marked the dragon trees with a certain substance it caused a miasma which kept the dragons away*.
D: *I see we have a problem; the needs of one endangered group of beings against the needs of another one. Somehow we have to come up with an answer that lets you both co-exist. Dragons need a big range and, like you, need protection from muggles and predatory mages. I suspect that from the warmth of your caves, you would be uncomfortable in much colder climes. However, if you could manage the cold then I’m sure Hogwarts Academy could be prevailed upon to find you a home in the Forbidden Forest not too far away from your friends the centaurs*.
BR: *Nakedness is part of our heritage, Mage Draco. That precludes places too much further north. As it is, we almost hibernate in winter. How is it that the dragons need this much space*?
D: *As I understand things, they will kill almost any living thing that is small enough for them to eat; goats, sheep and small deer being their favourites. If the muggles’ flocks miss a few each year no-one takes too much notice. After all, there are other predators doing the rounds, but if a lot disappear the muggles get anxious. So far, the sanctuary has managed to keep muggles’ eyes away from seeing such large creatures, mainly by getting them to fly above the clouds at night. Up here, the Betula-Numviridis grows in abundance and there are prolific flocks of wild goats; enough to entice the dragons to use these mountains as their feeding ground. This also ensures their necessary exercise by flying from one set of mountains to another. The other half of the problem is that, if the wild free-breeding goats here are not kept in check they will start foraging further down the mountains; thus incurring the muggles’ anger by eating their crops. The muggles usually respond by sending out hunting parties. To do that they usually establish huts in sheltered places and, before you know it, they will be starting to farm where they never dreamed of farming before. That is definitely something neither parties want, is it*?
*Yes we agree. It looks as though we have to move on, but where*? another satyr asked.
D: *Let’s not make hasty decisions. Now that we know that you exist; I’m sure that the light side of the magical community will want to assist. I’m thinking on my feet but; do you really need such a big range for your flocks*?
BL: *Not really, we wanted to have a safety zone in case of mishaps*.
D: *That’s what I thought. Perhaps you could hide your flocks at night, as a temporary measure and we could jointly survey a suitable place where there are less dragon trees. I feel sure that the duty keepers could keep the dragons away from such an enclave*.
BR: *We weren’t aware that there were dragon herd-masters. Yes – that seems a reasonable compromise. We are used to keeping our flocks separate from each other. What about the wild goats*?
D: *Some magical barrier that stops them intruding on your patch, possibly? Thus ensuring your flocks ample pasturage in a reduced area*.
BR: *Why not a barrier for the dragons, also*?
D: *I doubt that we have really thought about that, but it may be a possibility*, he looked thoughtful: *I imagine there is some sort of muggle repelling ward surrounding the Sanctuary where their lairs are. Tell me … How long have you been here*?
BL: *About eighteen moons. Why do you ask*?
D: *I was trying to work out how long it took to kill off those trees. How did you get here, do you have innate magic*?
P: *Yes we have some,* he smiled benignly: *We thought we had put you two to sleep before we started the orgy. I don’t think our magic is as strong as yours. As to how we came, a phoenix brought us and our flocks here in batches. You know how strong phoenixes are, don’t you*?
D: *Yes; I have heard so. As for the Fluence, I think it depends on what kind of creature you are as to what kind of magic you use best*. Draco saw puzzlement on the satyrs faces; so he explained further: *For instance; elves employ much greater apparition magic than do mages and the goblins have a greater use of earth magic. Your music magic overpowered me; I had no control over my feet at all. Also, when you stopped me yelling you froze my magical core*.
P: *Oh dear … I must apologise again … allow me to thaw you out … Perhaps our magic is sound magic … Mmm*?
Pan gripped Draco’s cock harder and crooned something that sounded like ancient Greek. Draco felt his magical core come alive once more.
D: *Thank you … Tell me … This phoenix … Does he have a name*?
P: *Yes, it is Fawkes*.
Draco chuckled and the guffaw turned into outright laughter. So much so that it became infectious.
When they had recovered somewhat, Draco explained: *I have a magical and physical partner and Fawkes is our mentor/familiar. He is always getting us into awkward situations. I bet he engineered this one*.
F: *Of course I did my son, this is another task you and Harry have to fulfil.* Said brightly coloured being flew into the room: *I must say you have a unique way of holding each other*.
D: *Yes Fawkes. I found that out by experiment after they had touched my prick, that this was a way of understanding their speech, like the merpeople*.
F: *You must get Harry to teach you Parseltongue when you return*.
D: *I thought it couldn’t be learned*.
F: *That’s what Salazar wanted people to think. Some people, like Harry, have the innate ability, all the other mages have to learn it, or even muggles can, for that matter. Think, you have already learned some words, haven’t you*?
P: *You talk of Harry, Fawkes. Is he the mortal who defeated the unmentionable one*?
F: *Yes, Pan, he is. Draco is his magical and physical mate*.
Pan chuckled: *So that’s why he was so easy to penetrate*.
F: *Do you mean to say he’s been playing away*? The bird stared disbelievingly at Draco.
P: *Not his fault really, we had the usual full moon orgy. Our music drew him in and mortal pheromones did the rest*.
Fawkes chuckled: *This pair always seems to do things the sexy way. Harry had his way with Draco and healed him and they cured three dumb muggles using similar methods … Ah well*!
Pan chuckled: *Perhaps sex magic is the magely one, Draco*?
Draco gave Pan a pseudo-withering look, and the assembly tittered. *All right, Fawkes; how soon will Harry be here*?
F: *Tomorrow lunchtime. Theodorakis only panicked three hours ago when he woke up. All kinds of floo messages were flying around. I calmed Harry down before I came to see how you were doing. Your lover is coming over by train, just as you did*.
D: *It took longer than that for me*.
F: *Yes … Well … You don’t command the Potter pots of gold and he’s hired a special train. He almost had to, because most of the Dumbledorians are coming as well; plus, some contingents of elves and goblins. They all ported to the Chateau and your mother knows the stationmaster at Chalons, he’s the muggle parent of one of the Beauxbatons students. The upshot was a private three carriage train from Mézy made up of two spare couchette carriages and a brake-open. With all that magical strength you should be able to move mountains, not just uproot a few trees and make an anti-dragon barrier. I look forward to seeing how you do it. I reckon in about twelve hours he will be near enough to swap thoughts with you. I had better fly back and put his mind at rest. I’ll tell him he missed out on the orgy, shall I*?
D: *No Fawkes, let me do that. Although I hope he’ll understand why*.
P: *You could always suggest he could attend here at the next full moon, Draco; by way of recompense*.
Draco looked worriedly at Pan, and found him smiling wickedly. Draco blushed and the assembly felt his embarrassment; tittering yet again. By the time Draco had gathered his wits, Fawkes had disappeared.
D: *I think I ought to go back to the mountain hut the dragon-guards use. They are bound to have search parties out looking for me. Would it be all right if I brought someone from that group to see you? I think you ought to make contact with them so that you can organise the enclaves between you*.
P: *Yes; a good idea, Draco. Brightness will show you where to apparate from*.
D: *Hmm … Any idea what became of my clothes, please*?
BR: *We gathered them up. I’ll give them to you as we leave*.
The trio rose and Draco lost the echoing feeling in his head as they released their hold. They walked to the centre of the room, dipped their heads to Pan and departed.
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