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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
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[Note: “x-x” = speech & ‘x-x’ = thoughts & *x-x* = telepathy & #x-x# Parseltongue]
(Various sexy goings on plus when some new magical beings capture D & H)
~~~ DECORATIONS ~~~
So soon; Christmas came around again with its rounds of obligations, most of them agreeable if not downright enjoyable. The Goblins at the St Nicholas gathering were very welcoming, especially as the trust had cleared up the problem in Italy; not forgetting the help in setting up their Viennese branch.
In his speech Barnstable mentioned ‘increased prosperity, living in peaceable harmony, and aid to muggles from the lowest rank to the highest in society. That the seers took as a reference to Bert but were not quite sure. Despite the fact that he had retained his scarab and his motorbike had been seen parked outside Number Twelve on more than one occasion.
There was the delightful job of hosting the stay-at-school students and making sure their holiday was pleasant and memorable for a few days. Wizengamot balls, British, French and Iberian to attend plus a Strauss extravaganza at the Grunrasenhof. The various saints had to be honoured as well. The Seers ‘Twelve Days of Christmas’ started earlier than the expected date, but it ended earlier too. WWW Fireworks and the Vienna New Year’s concert should have completed the round on Thursday. Only, Bert came around on Friday, in full uniform, and asked them to accompany him to The Square’s Methodist Church. To their surprise the church was full of dignitaries – magical, of course.
H: *We’ll have to stop rescuing people.*
D: *Then his grandmother will really have to dance in a bawdy house.*
Bert brought them to the front: “Ladies and Gentlemen of whatever race and description, magicals all.” He smiled: “I hope that covers everyone in this room. As you may know, I got myself into a pretty pickle a couple of months ago. A certain pair of mages and their friends came and rescued me from the kidnappers. Of course, in the muggle world, which I normally inhabit, none of this found its way into the press. It suited both your traditions and mine, that that happened, thus honouring your Statute of Secrecy. Until that occurred, I was totally unaware of your alternative world. However, my father and my grandmother were. As a result of this my brother and I have been brought into the picture. It is also likely that Grandmother will require me to leave my present position as an officer in her military service. Thus, I have been asked to act as a special envoy to your world on behalf of Grandmother; that is if you will accept me. Rather appropriate as my namesake seems to be one of your leading lights, don’t you think?”
There was a gentle susurration of laughter followed by a chorus ‘ayes’. The seers looked around and decided that all the Wizengamot members were present and many of the Goblin Gynulliad, too. So, it was a fairly binding acceptance.
The Prince continued: “Thank you, I shall try my best to fulfil that office dutifully. That brings me to my other purpose. I understand that you still continue the order of Merlin and that your Wizengamot has the jurisdiction to award any of the three classes of medals. In looking through some ancient texts my grandmother found another reference. This reference showed that the reigning monarch could create knights of the order. This fell into abeyance Charles the First lost his head. However, it was never officially disbanded and therefore my grandmother has decided to resurrect it. I have the happy duty on her behalf to invest Sir Harry James Potter-Blake with the insignia of Knight Grand Cross, and his companion Sir Draconius Abraxas Malfoy-Potter with the same. Please step forward both of you.”
A: [giggle] *Get out of that if you dare to insult the monarch.*
As the two were invested with their badges and sashes, they noticed that the balls of St Nicholas and the Order First Class insignia were also included. The audience clapped and cheered.
Bert held his hands up and the noise abated: “A number of other persons were involved too. Here I am only concerned with the magical community. I therefore ask Sir Pullet de Blake-Hogwarts and Sir Phealey de Blake-Hogwarts to stand forward.”
The two elves did so.
“On behalf of my grandmother I invest you both as Knights Commander.” There were a few surprised faces among the ‘Old Guard’ but no outright condemnation during the applause.
Again, Bert held up his hands for silence: “It is only fitting that the spouses of the knights be honoured also. One of whom acted as an intermediary and the other of whom was in a caring role. I therefore ask Dame Astoria Esmeralda Greengrass-Blake and Dame Ginevra Molly Weasley-Blake to step forward. My grandmother wishes me to invest them as Companions of the Order of Merlin. She realises that without the back up of these two worthy witches, the rescue may have been difficult if not non-existent.”
The two Blake females were invested as companions.
Bert called yet again for silence: “For your information, the muggle participants have also been suitably honoured. Along with the Harco Trust, the Polzeath Mining Experience Trust will receive an annual stipend.”
Draco was the one whom the seers elected to give the thank you speech. In which he was suitably modest [surprise!] and said that without teamwork from all races [further surprise!] the rescues of Bert, Tom and Leo could not have been achieved. The rest was frills and furbelows to enhance the sound of his oratory.
It was dark when they finished, however, someone had issued a warming charm on the whole city square, and they had also placed a waterproofing charm, plus there were fairy lights in the trees and a steaming hot buffet near the bandstand. Like the village square the tables and chairs were of different designs. All of the Grimond Place inhabitants having brought them out
The seers had to undergo the usual handshaking and congratulations. As well as admiring their decorations many Wizengamot members pumped them about the kidnapping incidents. The seers just hid behind their own versions of the Official Secrets Act, so no one was any the wiser. During that period Bert was also shaking hands and making equivalent polite responses.
He encountered the seers: “I admire your fairy-lights. I still cannot quite work out the sequences.”
Draco chuckled: “I doubt you ever will, either. They are true fairy-lights. Each one is a miniature lantern borne by a minute winged humanoid creature. Their language, if there is one, must be too high for our ears to hear. They were thought to be magical insects at one time; however, our Further Institute of Applied Magic is having a further look at this. Just in case they are sapient beings. The smallest sapient beings we at present recognise are Pixies and Nixies plus the Broonies who help with the fertilisation of flowers and crops. They are able to communicate with us.”
“I see … So, I’ve seen a troll, are there any other large beings.”
“Yes, Giants, not that there are many left. Present thinking is that they mutated from Neanderthal Man. They’re aggressive but, thank Merlin, there are not many of them. Slightly taller than a troll and covered all over in shaggy hair. Think bear, with a voice.”
Bert chuckled: “I’ve seen a few grizzlies in America, and polar bears not so long ago in the arctic. One learns to be cautious around them.”
“Yes. We’re cautious around Dragons too. There are two types: cognisant and mute. We are able to communicate with the cognizant ones either by discourse in Parseltongue, that’s a thaumic language, or by holding onto their ruffs. One has to be careful when approaching them, because the mutes object to being touched. The most embarrassing species are the water dwellers and the satyrs. They use phallic contact to communicate,” Draco grinned, “Some of them are very presentable.”
Bert grinned back: “Grandmother gave me a severe telling-off. You know. That’s why I hung on to your amulet. When I want relief, I go to the mine, she knows I’m relatively safe there. It seems I have had a new equerry appointed.” He grinned again.
“Let me guess, Jimmy Foley?”
“Quite! Grandmother’s sorting out his title, too. Being in the services makes it easier to find a gong for him. Although I doubt it will be a Knighthood. You see. We had to top Harry’s first class in order to show approval.”
Draco went around with Bert introducing him to various bigwigs, including Barnstable and Kreacher as leaders of their various congregations.
~~~ CHILDREN ~~~
After Easter the Blake family had another quick holiday before the May Day [Beltane] jollifications. By and large the village school was following the mages’ patterns of school terms, because the majority of the children were now coming from magely families. The Local Authority tried to interfere; asserting that the muggle children were likely to fail their eleven-plus exams. So the Governors – Some from the Parochial Church Council and some from the Harco Trust – asked, for an Ofsted inspection and for one of the Local Authority teachers to invigilate a mock eleven-plus exam.
The Ofsted Report came first, giving them a clean bill of health and praising them for the teachers’ caring contact with their pupils. It also commented on the ninety-eight percent take up of pupils into top quality secondary education.
“I’m a bit worried about that,” said Dolores: “I know of a church school in Wolverhampton and a few in other places, which had similar reports. The Council there closed it down the following year, despite the ‘Good Practice’ report and serving a multi-racial community. They quoted economics, but there was a suspicion of jealousy because the private one was showing up the state schools.”
“That won’t happen here,” growled Astoria: “We have a separate foundation. I have looked into it. Most of the church schools in urban areas are supported by substantial grant aid; or run by the Local Authority of the church’s behalf. The greatest majority of our finances are raised within the community or grants from the Hogwarts primary education trust. Besides which, the Ofsted Report vindicates us.”
“Yes … I suppose that’s true … Just over half the children come from magical families, now.”
The Local Authority was very tardy in publishing the results of the mock exam. They had to be pushed three times before they sent it to the Governors. Finally, after a threat to go to the newspapers, it came through. Every child had passed, even the lowest grades would have given the child an entrance into the upper grade classes in their comprehensive school.
The governors decided not to make a fuss. They did not want to draw attention to the village because of its magely population. The Local Authority quietly dropped its agitation, too. No doubt embarrassed at making such a fuss to begin with.
~~~ VIOLENCE ~~~
It was the start of the summer season that Lucius became active once more; at least as far as the Trust and academies were concerned. A Daffodil call came from Monsieur Chappelle, the mage at La Ferme-des-Lacs-de-l’Heure. Under which the Academies’ Adytum was situated as well as being a way-station of the phaeton system. He requested that a couple of seers visit him. With little ado, Harry and Draco posted over.
Alphonse was a sturdy little man, shorter than Harry, a little taller than a goblin. He was fairly rotund and had a slightly fussy manner. [Think Hercule Poirot in miniature, but with brown hair]
After the usual greetings and Alphonse touching Harry’s St George, the Belgian mage explained:
“Earlier today two mages approached the farmstead, but when they reached the wards; they could go no further. It was comical really. Other visitors were walking in and out of our grounds, but they kept collapsing where the ward boundary was. People would help them up and they would try another approach from a different direction. They attempted to climb a fence and were stuck on the top and had to be helped down. In an area where the trees are thickest, they mounted brooms and attempted to fly in. They even tried a couple of bombardas to no effect. A couple of hours later they came again, dressed differently. I imagine they had some sort of glamour to hide their thaumic potentialities, but it had little effect. It was in a quiet period, so I went out to see them. Of course, I kept within the ward boundaries whilst speaking to them. It seems that Monsieur and Madame Bole had booked rooms with us to stay for two nights. I replied that the rooms were waiting for them, if they cared to hand me their luggage, I would take it up, as a good host would. I had recognised them from previously but did not let on; playing the innocent. They looked around and, seeing no-one was in sight drew their wands, making threats. I automatically drew mine and made a shield.” He chuckled: “Not that I needed to, your wards were very efficacious. They requested that I lift the wards. Which, of course, I refused. Things became uglier for a few minutes until some muggles appeared. Our wands disappeared into our pockets and they left, vowing to return and force me to let them in.”
Draco smiled: “I’m glad to see that the wards held up. Do I suppose that you would like us to check them for damage?”
“That would be most reassuring, thank you.”
“The two beds you had reserved for them, are they still free?”
“Yes, Mr Potter. They are still vacant.”
“Perhaps we might use them, so as to be on hand if the Boles return and bring some reinforcements.”
“That would be most comforting to me and to my family.”
G: *Tor’s busy at the moment. Horrty’s taking some Dumbledorians to the way-stations each side and some for yours. They’ll have tents*
H: *Thanks Ginny.*
“Monsieur, we have some reinforcements coming here and to the way-stations on each side. Do you have space for a couple of tents?”
“But of course. You may have the ones we reserve for casual campers. Perhaps you should have some of your troops camp at Beauraing. That’s due east of us. The mage there is a friend of mine and is the local vetinarian.” Alphonse conjured a map and showed them the positions. “He also has a campsite which caters for the pilgrims.”
As the two waystations were north-west and south west, it seemed a good idea to have cover in the east. So, this was transmitted via Ginevra to the volunteers. Probert was the next one to appear with Zacharias and Monach. They surveyed the wards, added a sensitivity charm and installed a Sneakoscope connected to it.
Nothing much happened the first night, but in the morning the Boles called. They talked with Alphonse again, through the wards. This time Harry and Draco used their Hendy disguise to be with him.
“As we were prevented from enjoying our holiday by your wards, we want a full refund.”
“By all means you may have all but your deposit back. All you have to do is come and sign my register saying that you have received the payment.”
“We are unable to do that, unless you lift the wards.”
“The wards are not of my making, Mages. My guardians put them in place, so I am unaware of how they operate. Quite obviously you did not take up your booking with me. Because of that you will be treated as a ‘no-show’ and under the terms of our agreement you forfeit your deposit. Not using the room has denied me the income which I could have made by reselling the accommodation.”
“This is not satisfactory;” Mr Bole replied harshly: “Tell me who your guardians are. I shall write to them and have you removed from office.”
“Just a moment, I will go and get a card with their name and address.”
Harry stayed to watch the Boles, whilst Draco accompanied Alphonse. When they arrived inside the farmhouse, they found the Sneakoscope whistling.
“I imagine that’s because the Boles are near the wards,” remarked Alphonse.
“I’m not too sure,” replied Draco: “There are more shadows lurking than that.” He studied the screen and then pointed: “What’s in that direction?”
“The French border and the way-station near Hirson.”
“Is it possible that the satraps have got into the phaeton system? The shadows appear to come from down below.”
“It’s one of the crossings where the goblins have to pay taxes. The mage there has shady leanings, too.”
Just then the Daffodil trilled. Draco reached it just before Probert did.
“Draco here!”
{Horrty here! We’ve got problems. We have Renegade goblins blocking the phaetons, I think. They appear to be walking up the tunnel.}
“Hmm … Yes … That’s what our Sneakoscope seems to confirm. There may be satraps with them.”
{Do I need permission to fire hexes on them?}
“You’re in charge of that platoon. You have full authority to do what is necessary.”
{Thanks!}
G: *I heard that. Dean and Seamus are going to the next way-station after that to see if that one is contaminated. Dodo’s with them.*
“I’ve told Gandy and Sel. They’re the liaison officers with the other two groups. Their report is of nothing happening.
“Thanks Probes … Hmm … Have them ready to descend on the Hirson way-station. I’m going to fly over and see what it’s like there.” D*I promise no heroics. I’ll be under Hendy.*
H: *Fine … I’m removing my disguise and will confront the Boles.* “Good morning. Monsieur Chappelle tells me that you wish to complain.”
“Merlin! It’s Potter!” Mrs Bole whispered to her partner.
“Quite right, I’m one of the Harco directors. How can I help you?”
“It’s the proprietor here. He won’t return our money.”
“He informs me that you gave a deposit; but did not turn up to claim the room.”
“We did turn up; but couldn’t go any further than here.”
“Why not?”
“The wards wouldn’t let us through.”
Harry took a chance. Holding a shield charm ready he stepped through the wards and then back again: “I managed to. Perhaps you have some dark-magic object on you that make the wards forbid entry. Some time ago, the Seignior sent me a package with a dark artefact inside. Surprisingly he used the muggle post. Poor postman, he fell off his bicycle three times trying to ride through the wards. Luckily for him a perspicacious squib reasoned out what had happened and put the package concerned into our quarantine box until we could deal with it. He patched the postman up and promised to deliver they package to me. Naturally, he was suspicious and drew our attention to it.”
“Oh really? I don’t think we have any such objects about our persons. Perhaps you’d like to check us over.” Mr Bole couldn’t conceal his crafty look from Harry.
“That would be invading your privacy, so I decline. Surely you have ways of detecting such things?”
“We have, but it’s your wards that are excluding us. Maybe they’re faulty.”
Harry laughed: “I doubt it. The ward team came and gave them a once-over, after you had tried flying through them and had thrown some bombardas on them. I suggest you report back to your controller, telling him of the strength of our wards.”
“Not everywhere has wards as strong as these …” Whatever Mr Bole was going to say was interrupted by his arm glowing green. “OH!” he grabbed Mrs Bole’s arm: “Apparemus!” and disapparated.
D: *Fight over. Two arrested. Two burnt. Rest retreated. Good thing we got our constables’ licences approved by the Belgian and French Wizengamots, recently. I’m not sure which side of the border the arrests took place. Horrty has two goblins to arraign before the Gynulliad, as well. This time they have proof of their wrongdoing. It seems that, to the goblin mind, taking up arms is worse than syphoning off a little personal profit. I always thought it was the other way around.*
H:*I’ll tell Probes, he can tell the other two godchildren.*
D:*Very good. See you in a couple of hours once I’ve made my affidavit and found out which gendarmerie-magique is responsible.”
~~~ REMINISCENCE ~~~
It was six weeks later Férdinand, the French auror liaison officer, came to see them: “They are incarcerated in le Chateau d’Ox.”
“I’ve heard of le Chateau d’If.”
“Same idea, but magical instead of muggle. Legend has a relative of the Minotaur living there.”
“Our two,” added Hortulanus: “Are on the work gangs in the deepest tunnels. It’s terrible down there. Very hot and the bwca like to have their fun too.”
“Who or what are the bwca?”
“You’ll probably never meet them,” replied Festus: “Cornish legend calls them knockers or bucca. Spirits that knock on mine walls to warn the miners of impending collapses. They are sapient beings and have a very rude way of enjoying themselves. I suppose they are distantly related to the satyrs, because they resemble them but without the phalli and cloven hoofs. However, their interest is definitely ‘down there’. They have erections as big as the satyrs when fully engorged. They like to exercise them regularly, too. Usually in the rectums of their slaves. Those two are in for a very rough time. There aren’t that many bwca, but they’ll all want to ream the new backsides. It’s their way of choosing which bwca will own which slave. Had you been caught, Harry, that would have been yours and Ron’s fates. Herms would have been in double jeopardy, if you see what I mean.”
“Um … Are the bwca hermaphrodite like the satyrs?”
“We think so … Some of them get their kicks by masturbating their slaves, and, if you’re not careful and stray into their domain that is what happens first, they call it payment. However, they like to have a long play with it both before and after ejaculation. Quite an interesting experience. In my youth I was incautious twice and they had me. It was both superlative and convulsive, your every muscle takes on a life of its own. You’re lucky if you can crawl away from them afterwards.”
“How did you get into that kind of position?”
“Every played daring games?”
“Um … Yes … climbing over a train’s roof, as it went along. We were told off about it … Um … I suppose we had a sexy punishment too …” Harry told them of the hamam experience: “… but good came out of it too, we rescued Hyatt and Fenton.”
“I’m afraid ours were more like pranks. You see. We stripped-off and one of us would go down the adit and place a candlestick as far as he dared go. Problem was there were side adits too, those were where the bwca hid. Then another would go and retrieve the sconce. That person would show it to us and then go and put it at the furthest end he dared to go. Of course, each person doing so felt more confident and went a little further. It was usually on your second traipse that you went that little too far and you’d be pounced upon. The bwca would bring you towards your mates and in front of them masturbate you until you were squealing in delight and vibrating with desire. They would then warn you and your mates not to trespass, or worse would happen. A couple of times we tried to rescue our mate. That was a fouler experience. The bwca were more nimble than we were. We ended up tied back to back and masturbated for even longer. They made us cum twice more. Our pricks were so sensitive that we couldn’t bear any clothes touching them for at least four hours. When our dads found out they just laughed and told us stories of them doing the same foolhardy things.
“Has that happened to you Horrty?”
“No, thank Merlin. It’s just the reckless miners that get up to those kinds of pranks.”
Dardanellus looked archly at Hortulanus: “So you were never buried then?”
Hortulanus shuddered and huffed.
Draco grinned wickedly: “Do tell?”
“Nothing much to tell. We belonged to gangs and would prey on each other when we were pubescent. You caught one of the others, stripped him and buried him under a mound. Head sticking out one end and a hole down to his pubes. Then they start jacking him off. He couldn’t see who was doing it. They’d ask you who you thought was hold of your cock. If you guessed right, they’d stop. If wrong you had to endure it until you came, then someone else would start. There were gentlemanly rules, if you could call them that. Once a person had wanked you, they stood and watched. So, it was an elimination game. Rarely did you come more than twice before you guessed correctly. That game lasted for about a couple of terms before we tired of it.”
Draco grinned: “Male rites of passage. We were tied to our bedposts and blindfolded by our dorm mates, but the rules were the same,” he chuffed: “And the results. You soon learned each friends’ technique. Thus, you never got to fruition unless you wanted to and deliberately guessed wrongly. It was during that phase when Harry and wanked each other. Then we fell out. Probably because of my Voldie induced naughtiness.” He sighed: “That seems a long time ago. Our relationship is much deeper now.” Then he giggled: “We’re much bigger too.”
~~~ CAVING ~~~
It had been a dry hot summer. The River Gryff was low, there was still enough water coming out of its source cave, but it was possible to see the roof of the cave for the first time in many, many years. A number of the younger villagers had swum upstream and had a look at the glimmering stalactites hanging from the roof. The reports were of weird shapes and beautiful drapes. Draco and Harry decided that they would like to see this phenomenon, too. It was easy to enter the first cave and, for them, easy to illuminate it inside with a cast baubillious globus. Not only were the stalactites visible but also some matching stalagmites poking out of the water. Some had joined to make pillars some others made them giggle. Like a pair of naughty schoolboys; they compared the stalagmites to their acquaintances’ dicks. Even going so far as to induce a hard-on and comparing them to the little rocky extrusions. Hidden behind one pillar was an opening, almost as tall as a man. Had they not had the brilliant illumination they would have thought it a shadow.
By the looks of it, this had been a passage for the water at some time; but was now slightly dusty. They followed it for about two hundred yards until they came to a second cavern. This was taller and more impressive than the first. Their globular lights showed up its magnificence. This cave had less stalactites and stalagmites. However, it compensated by having variously hued drapes down its walls. Some appeared golden and some a light blue. There were yellows, reds, and oranges of all hues, some brilliant and some muted. There was a shelf above the water roughly level with the bottom of the passageway. It was almost as if nature had made a path for them to walk along.
“This is very beautiful. Wouldn’t it be good if others could see it,” remarked Draco.
“Um … a bit dangerous,” said Harry as he jumped over a two-foot wide crack: “That goes quite a way down.”
“There’s a slight breeze, maybe there’s another way out.”
“It comes out of that opening. We’ve got time let’s see if there’s another cave.”
They moved on. This time there was an underground lake, absolutely calm. The formations had created pillars and arches and they were perfectly mirrored in the still waters. The two mages sat and manoeuvred their globes of light into chasing each other and revealing new vistas. With contented sighs they stood again and explored the next opening.
Three hundred yards and the rock opened out again. This time it was crystalline. The whole cavern twinkled in their lights. It was enchanting and they stayed for nearly half an hour marvelling at the shapes. The next passageway had other narrower ones leading off it. So, they carefully marked the way as they explored. These were mini caverns, each a different shape and colouration. Fascinating but not as good as the crystalline one.
“I think we’d better turn back, don’t you?”
“Um … Just this last one please?”
“Very well!”
“This looks more like a mine working than a natural cave.”
“Hmm … So it does!”
#It’s ours and you’re trespassing!#
They were seized before they could retaliate.
Harry looked at their captors, they were hairy, as blond as Draco and about goblin sized. They also had extremely large eyes: #Um … Are you bwca?#
#So, you’ve heard of us and you speak the sacred tongue.#
#Yes. Our goblin friends told us about you.#
#No doubt they told you of the payment to be made.# A hairy hand stroked down Draco’s stomach and felt his rising prick: #I see you have. It is a long time since we met willing donors. Nevertheless, we shall hold you down.#
As well as holding the two seers down. The bwca carefully undressed them. When questioned
about the care, they replied that had they resisted they would have been torn and burnt.
By this time Draco was experiencing something new. It seemed to both of the seers that hair grew on the inside of the bwca’s hands. The beings did not grip hard at all and the pumping tickled more than gripped. They were taken through a couple of adits to see a fine waterfall which plunged into a fissure. Gripping the seers round the chest; the bwca jumped off into the inky blackness. Part of Draco wanted to scream but, like Harry, it felt as though he were diving on a broomstick. The dive seemed to go on for ages. Probably only lasting half a minute before they decelerated and landed neatly in a room that glowed a greenly-blue and felt very warm.
There appeared to be stone beds around its perimeter, none of them inhabited. But there were four others waiting; making six bwca all told. Two each took hold of their hands and feet; lifting them on to a bed and holding them there. Surprisingly it felt soft. The remaining two were the ones manipulating their cocks. It tickled and energised their reactions, but not enough to make them cum. However, they did leak pre-cum. This appeared to be what the bwca wanted, because they would stop and lick the fluid off a Blake’s glans. Their tongues were pointed like the satyrs and were slightly rough. Thus, they stimulated the boys’ mushrooms. Two or three times the pointed tongue would go in search of more nourishment; having the boys quaking as that oral instrument travelled down inside their urethras.
As Festus had said it was an extremely exciting and yet debilitating experience. Eventually fruition came and the bwca concerned lapped up all the ejaculate. Then it was another’s turn. However, the one who had had a turn did not immediately take hold of Harry’s hands. He went to a stone table and brought back two potions phials.
#Drink this. It will help your penis to withstand our manipulations. It will also help your body to manufacture some more honey.#
#What is it?#
#I believe you potions masters call it Reddesuccislorem, Draco.#
#How did you know my name?# asked Draco sniffing at the fluid and wriggling because of his penile sensations.
#We have been watching you for many years, hoping that you would come and please us. We enjoyed seeing you best Theodore. His nasty habits needed curbing. We understand that Noah is quite enjoying himself in the Forbidden Forest with Grawp; or so Orcas tells us. The broonies say your spunk is the sweetest, both of you, that is.#
D: *The potion smells and looks okay.*
H: *Fine! I’ll need replenishment soon. Festy and Dodo’s descriptions were far short of this. I wish it were you doing it though. It seems a bit clinical.*
D: *Hmm … I know what you mean but I’m experiencing your feelings as well. That makes quite a difference.*
A: *Do you need rescuing?*
H: *Not yet, thanks. The potion they gave us is helping and … Ooh! Ooh! It’s great … Ah-h-h!*
G: *Good because we’re getting turned on by your thoughts, too.*
D: *Oh-h-h-h-h, h-h-h-ha! We need to see where this leads. Like the hamam experience I get the feeling … Ee-ee-ee-ow-w-w … that something good will result.*
The two male seers came again, and drank the potion again, and came yet once more. They lay on the beds panting and quivering in spent lust.
D:: *Merlin! Look at them they’ve formed a snake, just like Teddy told us the mermen did.*
H: *It might be a pleasurable experience to join them next time. The one at the front, has a prick just a bit smaller than yours, Dray.*
D: *Hmm … So he has. I can see the next one’s prick pumping in and out, immediately behind the front one’s balls. Circe’s Calumny, I’m getting hard just watching it. That Reddesuccislorem must have been strong.*
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