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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}]
~~~ PANIC TALKS ~~~
Draco followed Brilliance into a curtained alcove containing a wide bed with a set of bookshelves on one side and a table with a couple of upright chairs on the other. On the table were Draco’s clothes; neatly folded and smelling of fresh laundering. The two satyrs watched in amusement as Draco donned his clothing. He felt better like that, even if his two naked hairy companions were chuckling.
In some merriment they led Draco to the same smooth outcropping of rock. Incised on its surface was a simple outline of a goat’s head and horns.
Brightness grabbed Draco’s hand and put it on his dong: *This place will be kept clear for mages to apparate. Goodbye, we hope you have a safe journey*.
D: *Thank you; I hope to return quite soon with a representative from the Dragon-guards. Goodbye!*
Draco envisioned the plateau with the mountain hut and disapparated.
~~~ RELIEF ~~~
There was a lot of activity when Draco reappeared near the hut. He was immediately surrounded by people, all asking versions about where he had been, or doing, and complaining that he had not told them. After things had calmed down slightly, someone set off a rocket which exploded with a loud bang and green smoke. He was hauled out of the way as more people apparated in, or returned on broomsticks.
Sitting on a seat drinking coffee he told his audience of his escapade, but only referring to the orgy as a ritual and leaving out any references to nudity, sex etc.
“Can we go and meet them?”
“I think – for the time being – that one of your representatives should meet them soon. Being fairly timid they would feel overwhelmed if many of us suddenly appeared, I hope you understand?” That obtained nods of approval so Draco continued: “Whoever is chosen will need some further briefing from me and needs to be both unflappable and sensitive to their culture.”
Nearly everyone thought Theodorakis fitted that category so he and Draco sat on one side whilst most of the participants disapparated back to the Sanctuary and their normal occupations.
As they made some lunch, Draco started telling Theodorakis about Pan’s people.
“Theo, what can you remember of the tales about satyrs?” Draco wanted to let his companion in gently, if at all possible.
“Let me see … Erm … Half human and half goat … I think they were goatherds … Oh yes; and they liked drunken orgies.”
“Can you call to mind any pictures of them on Greek vases or sculptures?”
Theodorakis closed his eyes: “Ye-e-e-s … Erm … No clothes and a prominent erection. I think they were a wine-god’s companions or some such.”
“Okay you have a fairly good description there. What would you feel about matching them?”
“I’d rather not get drunk, if that’s what you mean, I’d like to keep my wits about me. Hang on … Didn’t you say that their leader was Pan? If I remember rightly; he could play some pipes that allured mortals into the dance … Oh, no … You didn’t, did you?”
“Yes, I did.” Draco giggled self-consciously.
“What … Naked with a hard on?”
“Yes!” Draco put on a brave face, just in case Theodorakis did not understand.
“Oh! I say … And now you want me to do the same … Merlin!” Theodorakis looked astonished.
“Well; are you up to it; or shall I ask someone else?”
“I suppose I might … Ooh … That means I get a look at yours too … Rumour has it that you own a prodigious specimen. No wonder you didn’t want all and sundry gate-crashing.”
“How many of your colleagues would understand, do you think?”
“Charlie would, for one. Then there are a few others, too.” Theodorakis winked conspiratorially.
“Those who admire the male physique, perhaps?” Draco felt he was now on fairly safe ground.
“You have it in one. Everyone at the Sanctuary understands mating habits and sometimes our jokes get pretty earthy. We tend to avoid personal subjects that might offend, though. After all, we do come from many different backgrounds. Some of our red-necks would enjoy ogling the females, but apart from looking I doubt they’d take things further.”
“They’d be disappointed, Theo. The satyrs are hermaphrodites. They all have permanently upright male organs. I’m not sure about female openings; most of what’s down-there is covered in hair.”
Theodorakis chuckled: “And you don’t go to a first time girlfriend and ask to see their vagina, do you … Probably not ever, come to think of it.”
F: *Take him to the next stage, my Son. I’m interested to see how you achieve it*
Draco glowered at Fawkes, who had reappeared and sat preening on the hut’s roof-apex.
“There’s more to come, Theo.”
“Merlin’s balls, Draco; what now?”
“I can transfer thoughts directly to someone by touch. Are you happy to try that?”
“It sounds innocuous enough; go on.”
“Hold my hand” - - - - *Now I’m talking to you in your brain. Try to reply that way too*.
“Like”*this?*
D: *Yes. I take it that you cannot speak Parseltongue*?
T: *The snake language? Of course not, but I’m told that Harry can*.
D: *That’s their language, but we can communicate with them by touch*.
T: *That sounds easy, but I’ve a horrible feeling there’s more to come*.
D: *How did you guess? What’s the most outrageous form of contact, between two complete strangers, that you can imagine*?
“No … Not that?” In his shock Theodorakis stopped thought talking.
“Not what, Theo?” Draco smirked dirtily.
“Erm … Them playing with my cock … Not really … Oh Merlin … Please say no?”
D: *Not playing with it, just holding it … It works mutually so you could hold theirs instead*.
It was Theodorakis’ turn to smirk: *So, can I experiment with yours first*?
D: *If I thought you intended just holding it, I might consent. But I think you have it in mind to take things further than that. I’m not sure I should allow that. Harry might misunderstand*.
H: *Misunderstand what, Lover? I’m glad that you seem to be unscarred by your latest escapade*.
F: *Saved by the bell*.
*Who’s that*? Theodorakis looked round.
D: *The bell person is that brightly hued bird sitting on the roof. The lover person is Harry on a train somewhere in the Balkans coming to help us. And before Harry asks, the fourth person is Theo, really Theodorakis, who is one of the dragon rangers here in Bulgaria. Hello Lover nice of you to come to my rescue again, I’m afraid you’ve been called out on a wild goose chase. However, we may well need our teams’ special and varied thaumic skills to sort out a problem*.
H: *Is that the experiment you were talking about*?
D: *Sort of, but not really*.
H: *So …? Do I get a hint of illicit sex emanating from you, Draco*?
D: *Perhaps I should tell you the whole story … … …* Draco retold the story and in every minute detail. Not only was Harry fully in the picture but, a hand-holding Theodorakis was fully informed – much further than Draco had originally intended.
H: *By the way, do you remember Pansy’s brother Paulus*?
D: *Yes; he’s the one we inducted after the New Year Train*.
H: *Well, his talents have blossomed out now he’s seventeen; he’s with us and can speak Parseltongue. That might be an asset when dealing with the satyrs*.
D: *Hmm … That’s well worth considering … Where are you*?
H: *We’re travelling to somewhere called Asenovgrad, I’m told it’s the nearest station to where you are. We’ll probably arrive in the early hours. It’d be useful for us to apparate from there before too many people wake up. They’re going to park us on a bit of unused line there. Our guard’s a squib and knows what we’re about. Any chance of a shower when we get there? Our carriages have only minimal washing facilities*.
D: *There’s a thermal mountain pool here, not much smaller than the one at the cottage only it has sandy sides and bottom. Do you have tents*?
H; *Yes, but not thaumic ones. The elves have tons of food – everything miniaturised, of course – so that side’s covered. The guard says we’re at least three hours ahead of schedule, but cannot say our exact time of arrival. We are running on what he calls an advanced military schedule, because your mother’s stationmaster friend has pulled out all the stops for us. It seems to give us priority at junctions and we rush through all the stations, it’s quite exciting. All the guy at Mézy asks is that we return the carriages to him before the beginning of September. Um … Yes … Theo, you have my permission to handle Draco’s tool if you absolutely need to. Try not to make a habit of it, though*.
T: *Thanks Harry. We’re going to see the satyrs quite soon, so Draco says. I’m beginning to look forward to this*.
Draco smacked Theodorakis’ other hand which had been crawling up his thigh. The man removed both hands, smirked and licked his lips suggestively. That broke his connection.
D: *Right Harry, Theo’s out of the loop now; he decided to have wandering hands, because your permission gave him ideas above his station*.
H: *You may have to calm him down first; enjoy it whilst you can. I trust you. If he’s all hot and bothered with the satyrs he might send out the wrong message*.
D: *Are you sure*?
H: *If he’s a presentable person I might want to play, you never know. It’s not as though we’ve been totally monogamous, is it*?
D: *I think you’re just feeling horny because we haven’t had some for nearly a week. Shall I book you in with Pan for the next full moon*?
H: *It’d make us even again wouldn’t it? However, Seamus and Dean are sharing my compartment along with our special elfin friends, so maybe I’ll not be too frustrated*.
*For that idea I’m switching you out*, and Draco did.
~~~ MOUNTAIN HUT ~~~
The hut was now empty. Draco decided he needed some tea before decanting the next batch of spray. He hoped that the satyrs would soon not need to mark their area; but realising that he and Harry had to make them feel secure first. He also was feeling impatient emanations from Theodorakis.
“Come on Theo; let’s make some tea, shall we?”
Theodorakis’ eyes lit up and Draco groaned inside. During the preparation the man kept rubbing against Draco. It wasn’t too unpleasant, but Draco kept on wishing it were Harry. Whilst partaking of the refreshment; footsy under the table almost became a leg wrestling match. Draco had to admit he was somewhat turned-on. Eventually it became too much. Draco realised that this kind of reaction to the satyrs would sour the tentative relations they had formed; as Harry had suggested it might.
Draco sighed, stood up and undid his trousers; sliding them and his briefs down to his ankles: “Is this what you want, Theo?”
Theodorakis’ jaw dropped as he saw Draco’s magnificent appurtenance rising in all its glory. It had grown into something that would exceed the measuring capacities of most gauges. Draco used the surprise-registering time to step out of his lower clothes and walk over to a long wooden bench. There he lay down on his back.
Theodorakis rose hastily coming to kneel beside the prone blond. His hands quivered as he began to stroke the large column. Draco closed his eyes and pretended it was Harry fondling him. It worked to some extent, but their techniques differed. Seven minutes of play had Draco spurting sperm and Theodorakis looking hopeful.
Draco cast a cleaning charm and then sighed: “Okay, it’s your turn now, lie down on the bench.”
Theodorakis lay on the bench fully clothed. Draco surmised that the man wanted to be undressed seductively. Instead, he stroked Theodorakis’ erection through the trousers’ cloth and then unzipped his flies. More cock-caressing through a thin layer of undershorts followed. When Theodorakis was starting to moan and buck Draco popped the meat through the boxer’s flies and commenced a business-like wank. He did not build up the tension by stopping just before the man came to the boil; as he would have with Harry. He tried to make it as scientific as possible with a quick wank, hoping, in that way, to dampen the man’s lasciviousness; aided by a clinical cleaning charm and a surgical tucking away of the floppy implement. Draco gave Theodorakis a brief, solemn nod and walked silently towards his canvas potions lab; leaving the recovering ranger to clear away and wash up all the teatime crockery and cutlery.
Later Draco emerged from his tent to find Theodorakis sitting on the ground outside: “Okay I’m sorry. I let my personal desires run away with me. You made your point; I shouldn’t have pushed you that far.”
“Okay, you’re forgiven. Now … Can I trust you not to interfere with the satyrs?”
“Yes I think so; as long as one doesn’t proposition me.”
“You do remember that they will have to hold your cock, or you theirs, in order to communicate, don’t you?”
“I think I can manage that – after all, I watch dragons have sex without getting worked up.”
“These are people and not magical animals, they’re very slightly shorter than us, and their upper bodies resemble ours, except for their horns, of course. Put a hat, trousers and a shirt on and you wouldn’t notice them as anything unusual.”
“Got the picture! However, you say they’re dark haired and its blonds I go after – hence lusting after you.”
“Understood – We’ll fly over in quarter of an hour. Meanwhile you can help me decant some more spray. It’s from the last batch I made; the most recent brew is still proving, ready for tomorrow.”
~~~ SATYR COMPOUND ~~~
Theodorakis had brought Draco’s things back to the camp, including his broomstick, so the two mages flew off towards the goat-rock. As they flew Draco took a sip from the flask and on the way Theodorakis detoured a little in order to show Draco some of the salient facts of the area. Making some suggestions as to where a division might be made.
On landing, one of the satyrs saw them and rushed over, grabbing Draco’s dong as he undressed.
S?: *Welcome back Mage, I’ll ask one of the Bolitho’s to come and see you*.
D Thank you*. The Satyr left off contact.
“That was quick. What’s happening?”
“He’s gone to find Brill or Bright. Come on, get you clothes off, we don’t want to seem rude.”
“Okay! How is it that you’re stiff? I can’t see anything worth ogling.”
“Sorry, take a sip of this and it’ll make your prick hard, without most of the usual amorous feelings.” Draco handed over the flask.
Theodorakis took a sip and within a minute his member had engorged.
Brilliance arrived and Draco introduced Theodorakis, who jumped slightly when the satyr felt his cock in greeting.
Theodorakis had brought some sketch maps with him. So whilst they were waiting for Brightness to arrive, they pored over these. Draco could see the route they had taken, and the satyr had a good knowledge of the surrounding terrain. Because Theodorakis and Brilliance were contact-conferring Draco peacefully watched them making notes on the sketch map. Slowly the chart was filled out with more and more intricate details. Draco was so intent on the growing cartography that he failed to notice Brightness arrive; so he jumped when his prick was purloined.
*Sorry, did I make you jump*? the satyr had a wicked grin on his face.
*You’re not sorry at all, you enjoyed surprising me*. Draco smirked back.
BR: *Your dick’s bigger and a different shape to ours, so it’s a pleasant change to hold it. Besides – we only do it when sacred speech cannot be understood. In a way, you brought it on yourself by not speaking it*.
D: *Holding it is alright, but your explorations are fairly wide ranging and, if you carry on as you are, your hand will soon be lubricated*.
BR: *What do you mean*?
D: *You’re slowly working me up into a sexual climax*.
BR: *But it isn’t full moon yet, so you cannot ejaculate. I think you’re making a joke at my expense*.
D: *I can assure that I’m not. Your remark about the moon has suggested another difference between our races. We mortals are sexually available all the time, I suspect that the satyr race is not*.
*Of course not*! Brightness stopped playing with Draco’s long dong, leaving one finger resting on it: *Once every thirteen-moons, dependant on when we were born. Brill and I come on heat in three moons time. The week before that happens we are excused duties so that we can build up our stamina. Circe! I don’t think I would live very long if I were that tense every day. Brill and I often stroke each other pubically; it’s just a sign of close friendship and nothing more. We all recognise it happening between close friends when they want to share secrets. No wonder you all have to wear clothes*.
D: *That’s probably why our pheromones swamp yours. Don’t forget we live in colder climes than this, so clothing keeps us warm and we don’t semi-hibernate during the winter. The type of clothing we wear has a cultural basis. At one time each area had its own dress codes, but now we tend to pick and choose what to wear. I’m inclined to be more formal whereas Harry is very informal, although we both put on particular clothes for special occasions*.
BR: *So you’re never naked then? How strange*.
D: *Occasionally for special magical rites – usually to do with the crops; then we paint ourselves green. Of course, Harry and I, being lovers are quite often naked in our own rooms and in bed*.
BR: *So is Harry carrying a child? Or is that you*?
D: *Neither of us, we would need to go with a female at the right time of the month. They have monthly cycles of fertility*.
BR: *I see … So by going together you avoid having children. Does that mean that once a moon you all have an orgy, when all your females come on heat*?
D: *No! Each female has her own times*. Draco was beginning to work out how much more satyr sexuality was like animal sexuality, with annual cycles etc.
BR: *So that’s why the males of your species are always prepared, is it? If there’s not a female handy you and Harry work off your feelings together*.
D: *Usually, in the mortal world, one male and one female mate for life. That typically provides a stable unit for the upbringing of their children; who share a special relationship with their parents. Although in Harry’s and my case it didn’t quite work out that way with our parents. We two prefer each other’s company. Those who are cross-sex mated look down on those who prefer our own sex and say we’re not natural*.
BR: *Really? Brill and I are a team; we share a bed and are very close, in that way we’re like you. Once a child is weaned, all of us share in its upbringing. I don’t feel specially bonded to my father. He’s all right, but he has his own circle of friends, just as Brill and I do, we tend to make friends within the group that comes on heat together. Circe knows who my implanting father was; it was done at an orgy, like you took part in a couple of days before … Hey … Are you sure you aren’t pregnant*?
D: *Quite sure! I’m not a female*.
BR: *But our moon-men filled you with their sperm*.
D: *To put it crudely, they were fucking the wrong hole*.
Brightness’s hand went exploring. He found Draco’s anus and then moved towards his balls, probing along the perineum’s pathway. Draco got turned on again by the caresses and gentle prodding.
BR: *You’re built differently to us. I thought you were hiding it behind your balls. Here, feel below my balls and you’ll find out why*. Brightness took Draco’s hand and placed it between the satyr’s thighs.
Having been invited, Draco’s fingers went exploring. Brightness’s anus was there, so were his balls. Where the perineum should have been there was another opening. Brightness did not object when Draco’s finger entered and carefully caressed inside by way of discovery.
BR *That’s nice; do it again please. You’ll have to show Brill how to do that. It’s almost like his cock caressing me*.
Draco repeated the stroke, puzzling out what the satyr meant. Then he had an idea: *Do you comfort each other with your cocks in between your annual orgy*?
BR: *Most nights. We usually take it in turns; just occasionally we’ve tried to penetrate each other simultaneously, but our balls tend to get crushed. Some couples manage to do it though. Do you go to sleep with Harry inside you*?
D: *Occasionally. Usually when we’ve had our second ejaculation of the night and we’re too tired to pull out. More often it’s just hugging after we’ve spelled the goo away. One night we forgot and it set like cement. We both lost hair that day, pulled out when we separated*.
BR: *Ooh! I bet that was painful. As we don’t ejaculate we don’t have that problem, except at our orgy time of course. Is his as big as yours? If so I can’t wait to communicate with him. Yours is throbbing*.
D: *Yes, partly because you allowed me to explore yours, partly because I’m thinking of Harry, and partly because you’re stroking again … No don’t stop … I like it … And you’re about to find out by how much … … … Ooh …! Thank you*. Draco cast a quick cleaning charm.
H: *Is that that Theo you’re with, Lover*?
BR: *Who’s that*?
D: *Harry, meet Brightness, he’s a satyr and has to hold my cock to communicate; like I told you. Only he’s been fondling it, too*.
H: *Is this another orgy? Hi, Brightness, has he got you to cum too*?
Brightness was looking round: *Is he under that cloak you told me of, Draco*?
H: *No, I’m just under five hundred kilometres away in a train. Draco and I can mentally communicate once we’re within one hundred magi-leagues of each other. The number’s something to do with Arithmancy – now answer the question*.
BR: *We Satyrs only cum once a year, Harry. So the question’s irrelevant. However he has been pleasuring both my organs and I’m feeling really dreamy, almost as good as Brill*. Brightness squirmed in pleasure and smiled languorously at Draco.
H: *Both your organs? Is he playing with your mate Brill at the same time, as well*?
D: *No Lover, Satyrs are hermaphrodite, remember. He has both male and female sex organs; only they don’t quite work in the same ways as ours do. I’ll explain later*.
BR: *I invited him to explore, Harry. Sorry if I offended you. I’m looking forward to holding yours*.
H: *No need to be sorry, Bright; in a way you’ve just given me permission to reply to Dean’s importuning and both he and his partner, Seamus, want a session. By the way, I speak Parseltongue so you’ll just have to be content with Draco’s dong. Okay Lover*?
D: *I suppose so, it’s not as though we haven’t shared with them before, is it*?
H: *No! So Bright, that gives you imprimatur again, doesn’t it*?
BR: *Only if Draco says yes and Brill doesn’t object. It’ll not be now though; we’re going out surveying. Draco says he’ll take me tandem on his broomstick; just as Theo’s offered to take my partner. That’s something new for us to experience.*
H: *Going to plan where we’re going to build that barrier, are you*?
*How did you know*? Brightness looked puzzlingly at Draco.
H: *Draco and I had a long conversation earlier in the day. We’ve got Ronald and Hermione with us, Draco. They’re our expert ward builders, Bright. They’ve got some of our goblin friends with them too, including Probes. Hamish has showed us a lot of new things in ward making, so his goblin background may well help with anchoring the barrier – something about earth thaums – not sure what they are though*.
BR: *Who’s Hamish*?
H: *He’s one of the Goblin teachers at Hogwarts, our magical academy. He’s also a member of the Wizengamot and one of our special friends along with Gallus who works in the goblin bank. We feel very honoured to be part of a multi-race group*.
BR: *It sounds very complicated; I think I’ll just accept it as a mortal special thing. To us the phalanx is what matters. As Bolitho’s we have a responsibility for all the group, so I imagine it’s something like that. We regard being asked as a great honour too*.
D: *Brill’s looking impatient, so we’d better stop chatting and do some flying*.
H: *Okay … Um … I was really calling to say that, now we’re in Bosnia and Serbia, the rate of travel has slowed down, so now we hope to see you at first light. Bye*!
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