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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: “x-x” = speech & ‘x-x’ = thoughts & *x-x* = telepathy & #x-x# Parseltongue]
(Various sexy goings-on wher a bully learns a lesson and in which two apprentice mages learn theirs the HARD way)
~~~ OVERINDULGENCE ~~~
Astoria persuaded the governor to take her to see the rock-eaters whilst Draco, Halibarrow and Bertie went to look at jewels. The goblin had a stock of various grades and hardness. Bertie had a little [Griswold-made] machine which the would-be jewel makers had set to test the carve-ability of the ores concerned. Eventually a suitable level was found and Halibarrow provided some samples for colour matching. These were entrusted to Bertie and he was taken to the Cabin Adytum.
Draco stayed behind in St. Illanon’s village, explaining some of what had happened to the uninitiated and meeting the locals. For this he was accompanied by two enthusiastic mages-to-be.
The next nearest village was the one where Taros’s parents lived – St. Prestos – Draco spent some time with them explaining about their son’s talent and allaying any fears they had. He also obtained their permission for Taros to stay with Leonid whilst the mages were still in residence; saying that it was safer and that they would also be extending their magical tuition. He also approached the fact that in England, boys of their age would have already attended a magical boarding school and the possibility of Sophiamonastir re-opening.
After talking to the parents the trio came out of the house and wandered up the main street. Draco noted that this village was the one where most of the helpful peasants lived; having fields next to the border where the fighting had taken place; so he was chatting to some of the farm-workers they had met.
“There’s that bully I talked of,” said Taros quietly.
“Hmm … pretend you haven’t noticed him, and we’ll sit down here. We can watch his antics through the rose-bush’s leaves.”
Draco used one of his snooping hexes to amplify, for their ears only, what was being said in the group. It was obvious that Vitaly had only heard a garbled version of the goings-on before lunch and had misinterpreted the shield for cowardice. He was making unflattering remarks about the seers and especially the two apprentices.
“I’d like to strip him in front of his mates. Could I use the Exuero charm for that?”
“It’s a hex, Leonid. The intention is unfriendly, especially in the way you are suggesting it be used. Let’s be a little subtler, shall we?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well many of his remarks are homophobic, aren’t they?”
“Yes … That’s what my kicking was about.”
“So-o-o, if he were seen to be aroused by it, what would his mates think?”
Both mages-to-be smiled wickedly.
“They’d deride him and quite likely hold him down and play with his plonker. Probably slapping and pulling it.”
“They’re moving off. Looks like they’re going to the old barn.”
“What’s that?”
“A place where the teenagers hang-out, not only his gang. He’ll want to show them my latest exploit in being a coward.”
“You weren’t, you know. Most of our calling is to protect people. The muggles who saw what we did approved, didn’t they?”
“Yes I Know … But … Oh, I don’t know; I think he has a special thing about me.”
“He could be jealous of you pairing up with Leonid. Maybe he’s suppressing his homosexual feelings towards you because he feels that it is unmanly. Or … The way he behaves seems to say that he’s naturally aggressive and has a fixation on you as a punch-bag. We’d have to get to know him thoroughly to understand his real motives and we’re not best placed to do that at the moment.”
Taros giggled: “No, I imagine we’re not. Now what?”
“Let’s follow them. Do you know any concealment charms?”
“Auntie’s taught us a couple. We use them to hide when one of our Mamas wants us to clean the byre out.”
“Show me, please.”
As they walked along following the bullies path they paused, a disguising charm was demonstrated and an attention-diverting one. Both of which satisfied Draco. As the boys had suggested, the toughs went to the barn where they had uncovered a large earthenware bottle of some alcoholic drink.
As well as the demonstration of charms, Draco had been practicing others, with the two apprentices, so they did not arrive until later. It took time to creep up unseen and when they found an observation post the bullies had partaken of a few rounds. Vitaly started to mimic a timid mage hiding behind a shield making all kinds of pleas to an imagined conqueror. Then he changed roles to become the conqueror and began to tell the pretend prisoner of the tortures he was going to endure.
*Now focus the modification of the Exuero very carefully. * Draco held their hands and sent: *You know what it has to open, Taros. Leonid, remember the special words and actions. You’ve seen it work on Taros when we practiced. *
The two nodded and waited for Draco’s signal. It came when Vitaly was leaning back slightly, gloating.
“Exuero Clavis Te’!” c/o Taros; “Erecto Penis!” c/o Leonid; “Ignoras infra umbilicus!” c/o Draco.
Vitaly’s flies opened, his engorged cock flew out, and he continued his commentary, but now showing his mates how turned on he was at the thought of overpowering someone. It soon became obvious to the young bully that his older mates had seen something more interesting than his story, but he was oblivious of his fleshly demonstration. Only when his trousers and undergarments reached the ground [care of a second modified Exuero spell] and his cock began to empurple, did Draco lift the ignorance spell and apply a rigidity one in its place. Horrified, Vitaly looked down at his revealed vitals and realised his inability to reach down to cover up. His mates pounced and removed the remaining garments at much the same time the mage’s lifted their enscorcellment. The bullies gloried in the downfall of their leader, not that the mages stayed to see, but his screams of outrage and lusty fulfilment could be heard throughout the surrounding woods.
“Let’s see if that tames him slightly. Not now but in a few days’ time.”
“Thanks Draco, that was fun.” Taros’s evil grin slightly unnerved Draco.
“Erm … Could you teach us to fly, please … Auntie never did?” Leonid drew Draco’s attention away from the grinning Taros.
“That’s not quite true Leonid, we did ride tandem with her occasionally when we were young and when it was foggy. You hitched a ride back with her when they brought me back from St. Illanon’s hermitage too.”
“S’not the same as doing it yourself Taros.”
After accioing some brooms from Trephine’s store, the rest of the day was spent in a private clearing teaching the boys the rudimentary skills of flying. Draco kept getting impatient and had to call on his entire tutor training not to shout at the boys, especially Taros. Somehow their lack of skill seemed to undermine his prowess and he found the process very wearying. They were a little late returning for dinner.
Harry returned equally fatigued. He and Lamellas had to wait for their missing phaeton at Cabin Endryu. When it arrived, it contained Halibarrow and Astoria. Harry gave the new goblin his medallion and had Lamellas offer the entrance peace; mainly to make sure that it worked.
“I was only escorting Tor to your adytum, Harry. May I return with you?”
“Of course, you may.”
When they arrived at the Governor’s residence Harry presented him with his medallion. The two goblins stayed behind, and Harry continued to the farmhouse by cart and a walk.
He beat his partner’s arrival by half a minute.
After washing, the two seers descended to eat the delayed meal. This was equally arduous, not a fault of the cooking, but in explanations to Oxana and the rest of the family. Post prandial, the younger two children were seen to bed. An hour later an argument started when the two apprentices were told it was their turn. Even stern looks from Trephine could not cool their enthusiasm to stay up with the adults.
“Very well,” Draco stated: “Harry and I are worn out, so we’ll go to bed first. Don’t you dare disturb us when you eventually come upstairs?” He winked at Trephine: “I have some very inventive and uncomfortable hexes awaiting those who disturb me.”
“Oh … In that case … I think we’ll come to bed too.” Leonid suggested.
Harry wrinkled his nose comically: “Somehow I thought you might.”
All four of them bid the remaining quartet of adults goodnight, and trooped up to their attic bed-room. Once there Draco became organised.
“Move that chair out of the way, Taros … No … Not manually … magically … That’s better.”
That left a square patch of floor in a corner with nothing on it.
“Leonid, place the washing bowl on the floor where the chair was and expand it to fill the whole space … Good. Harry you know what to do don’t you.”
“Yes Draco.” Harry stood on the chair next door and extended his arm so that his fingers were a foot above Draco, who was now standing naked in the enlarged bowl: “Ready?”
Draco nodded and pointed his fingers at the bowl’s edge: “Facto fistula!” He drew a circle round the rim followed by a rising spiral line almost up to Harry’s fingers.
“In fistula aquam calidam.” From Harry’s fingers came droplets of warm water.
Draco pointed at the bowl, now beginning to fill with water: “Aqua in locum redito.”
Once Draco indicated that he had enjoyed his shower; Harry ended his charm and sent a drying one down the tube. As soon as the water was gone from the bowl Draco ended his charms and stepped out. Two apprentices looked awestruck.
“Leonid, climb on the chair, please. Auntie says that you can already call forth Aquamenti.”
“Yes, but that’s a forceful squirt for putting out fires.”
“So, think of a gentle shower of rain and the tip of your wand as a showerhead.”
“Perhaps it might be better if he sat on the chair and tried to fill the bowl first. Taros could practice the returning charm at the same time. They’ll have to alter their rates of flow to match, something that our conjoined minds do automatically. We can deal with the slops whilst they practice.”
“Hmm … Thanks Lover … I was being a bit advanced, wasn’t I?”
Both boys practiced the water charms. Taros forgot what he was doing, but Draco caught the overflow just before it soaked the floor. The two boys worked out a pressure system based on numbers which enabled them to almost equalise the flows. It also brought home to the two seers how much they automatically relied on each other’s reactions when making joint magic.
Half an hour and Taros was having his first Leonid induced shower and ten minutes later Leonid enjoyed his lover’s watery ministrations. Harry was last.
The efforts of the day and of shower-teaching had exhausted two already tired seers. Almost as soon as their heads touched the pillows they were fast asleep. Not so their students, they had a sexy session and sent the results to the fairies. Afterwards they lay in bed holding hands and discussing the day’s events.
~~~ ATTACKED ~~~
Sometime in the middle of the night Harry woke up with a very sexy feeling in his loins. Draco was playing with his cock, stroking it gently for a minute and then being more forceful. Harry groaned, appreciating his lover’s ministrations. He felt lips gently sucking his helmet and a tongue caressing his glans-eye, making him squirm in lusciousness. That stopped and the firm pumping restarted bringing the Gryff nearer to fruition which ended with one set of Draco’s fingers gripping the base of his cock and the other set exciting the mushroom’s edges – Harry was, by now, very near the top. It would only need a little more stimulation and he would squirt his seed. The action changed, sucking lips were around his purple finial, a thin tongue-tip tickling his meatus, and a hand pumping wildly. Grip released, the fingers of the other hand were stroking his peritoneum – That was all that was wanted.
“Oh-h-h-h Yes-s-s-s-s,” Harry’s bum arched up and a stream of cream exited his over sensitive prick; energising his thigh muscles into spasms. *Thank you, lover, that was great.*
Harry felt the bed vibrate and Draco’s voice give appreciative grunts: *No … I should be thanking you for your dexterity.*
H: *But it wasn’t …*
D: *… Keep your eyes closed; it was those two naughty boys, not us.*
H: *I thought we could trust them … We’ll have to do something about it.*
D: *Yes Love, I agree, but vengeance is sweeter when it’s cold. Hold my hand and I’ll see what they are thinking about, shall I.*
H: *Okay!*
D: *They’re feeling very hot at the moment and Taros is gloating that they’ve got one over on us. I’m getting distinct overtones that this isn’t the first time. They’re working each other up to an orgasm.*
H: *Could you block it; like you said Voldie did to you.*
D: *Mr Potter, I’m surprised at you … It will need our combined power … Now let me think … Got it …* Draco cast two individual non-verbal hexes.
The Blakes waited whilst the signs of approaching climax came from the two trainees next door.
“Leo, stop pumping, I’m there, but it won’t come out. Oh please-se stop … Uh-uh-uh-uh-UH. Right you bastard, no quarter.”
H: *I’ve erected a silencing spell, Draco.*
D: *Yes Love, I felt you do it … Good thinking.*
“Aiee-e-e-e-e,” it was Leonid’s voice this time: “Oh-ah-oh-ah-oh-NO-O-O.”
H: *Just in time. Their magic’s becoming excited, I’ll wrap the room in a shield.*
D: *No point in waking up Auntie, is there.*
H: *We’ll have to stop them soon, before they draw blood. We’re not Voldies in the making.*
D: *I agree … Five minutes and I’ll start a glow … Five more and we will pretend to wake up … Five minutes to watch their reactions, unless there is blood evident. In that quarter-hour the ‘I’ve-got-to-cum feeling’ will be quite overpowering.*
When the seers opened their eyes, there seemed to be some sort of wrestling match taking place. One boy was trying to pry the other-one off whilst hanging on to his mate’s prick. Woken up by the ruckus – or that’s what they alluded to, the pair of seers watched the salacious molestation going on. And the red-raw pricks at the centre of it.
“Incarcerous Duo!”
“What the … Oh!”
“Enjoying yourselves, Boys?” Harry adopted a knowing expression.
Taros put on a sweet smile: “Sorry if we woke you, but we got carried away.”
“Did you?” Draco did not sound convinced: “You may remove your hands from each other’s cocks.”
“But we’re almost there,” objected Leonid.
“Just do as I say; you two young men are in deep trouble.”
“Why?” Taros squirmed in suppressed lust, trying a blameless smile.
“Don’t play the innocent with me Taros. Both of us are aware that you violated our trust in you.”
Leonid tried out an innocent expression, one that Harry could see through immediately: “Did you enjoy playing with our pricks, Leonid? And I don’t mean yesterday but within the last hour.”
“Taros, I told you …”
“Shut up Leo …”
D: *Truth hex time, d’you think?*
H: *Okay, but silently. That’s one I don’t want them to know. Leonid’s the weaker one. Let’s make it a mild one.*
D&H: *VERITASIMUS VERBUM MUTATO!*
“Well Leonid, what did you tell Taros?”
“That it was unwise to interfere with you two, because you would know.” The answer came out in a sort of monotone.
“What have you done to him?” shouted Taros.
“A mild truth hex,” Harry said calmly but with menace: “You can choose to tell the truth, or we’ll do the same to you. Also … We do not like being shouted at … Do you understand?”
Taros looked at two implacable Blakes and grimaced. Then he struggled inside his incarceration. Leonid had removed his fingers from Taros’s cock, so Draco separated them a little, causing Taros to lose his grip or fall over. A furious Taros chose to remain upright.
“Leonid, what has Vidma Trephine said about the use of magic?” Harry asked.
“That it is to be used for the good of mankind and the defence of the weak.” Despite the compulsion Leonid’s muscles were twitching sexily.
“So-o Taros, where does what you did to us fit in with that?” Draco smirked.
“But we didn’t use magic on you, just our hands and mouths … Can you do something about my prick, it hurts?” Taros lurched his hips forward, displaying himself lewdly.
“I have already done something, that’s why it hurts, Taros. Is it a nice hurt or a nasty one?”
“A nice one – sort of – almost-there and great – but mine’s aching too,” replied Leonid, coming out of his trance and squirming all the more within his restraints.
“Did Auntie say anything about your responsibilities?”
“Yes, we were not to abuse our positions of power. To do so would eventually turn the people against us, and there would be witch-burning or wizard-impaling as in the bad old days.”
“So where does your molesting of our sleeping bodies fit in with all this?”
“Erm … Oh … It doesn’t, does it?”
“Exactly, and that is why you have developed blocked urethras.”
“Can you unblock them please?”
“We are able to, if that is what you mean, but we choose not to.”
“Why not?”
“As punishment for transgressing the unwritten rules; rules that you have admitted knowing about;” Draco pointed his fingers at two scarlet finials: “Finite Incarcerous Incantatem et Rictumsempra Continualis!”
The boys were now free, but were wriggling as Draco’s hex thrilled their already over-excited pubes to further activity.
“P-p-please-se-se s-s-stop-p-p it-t-t-t-t-t? Oh-h-h-h-h-h p-p-p-p-p-p-lease-se-se-se?”
Taros wriggled on the floor, lifting his bum and humping the air. Leonid was carrying out much the same antics, but on the bed. Their shiny cocks showed how much unrelieved spunk was there inside their distended glans and taught purple channels.
H: *We can’t let them go on like this, Draco. They’ll bust a blood vessel or something.*
D: *Voldie did with me, seven days before the pink-toad relieved me. Anyway, you asked me to do it.*
H: *Now I see it in action, I realise how much it hurt and how wrong we are to impose it.*
D: *Yes I agree, Love. How about we send them to the fairy dell, and set a leaking charm?*
H: *Give the fairies permission to continually stimulate them until an hour after dawn.*
D: *Why an hour after dawn?*
H: *It gives the boys time to get to the pool, as if nothing’s happened.*
D: *Nice one!*
The Seers Mobilliarbussed the undulating boys to a clearing in the woods; setting the necessary charms. They called the fairies and explained what they had in mind. They were not yet able to approach the island dell because it was under the Sophiamonastir tholus. The fairies clustered around the two eager prongs, lapping up the leaking juice and stroking the stiffness’s with their wings to ensure a continual supply.
Harry and Draco had an undisturbed night after that and awoke fresh as daisies. Almost as soon as they had flown to the pool two debauched twelve-year-olds staggered out of the bushes and flopped into the water. Auntie was next and the seers were surprised how neat her aged body was – no flabbiness anywhere and very few wrinkles.
“Did you have a good night?”
“We were disturbed at the beginning, but after that we slept like logs, thank you, Auntie.”
“That cannot be said for those two striplings over there, can it? Oh! What it is to be young and overenthusiastic.” Auntie grabbed the seers’ hands: *I know what happened; they needed to be brought up short, before they damaged someone or their own souls. I must say you fulfilled the old saying: ‘Let the punishment fit the crime’ rather exotically. Not something I could have done, but then they would not have been tempted to molest me, would they. There is still the problem of young Vitaly to be sorted – I have a slight suspicion he was in love with Leonid and he feels that Taros usurped his place. Not that he should have resorted to violence. The four of you will sort that out, won’t you.* She let go of their hands with a smile.
D: *That was just like a Minerva command, wasn’t it?*
H: *Yes. I imagine we’d have come round to it anyway.*
D: *There are other things to sort out first, like camping grounds, and choirs; but not until we’ve had breakfast. I’m famished.*
Harry and Draco were getting dried when two sheepish youngsters approached them.
“Thanks for bringing our towels and clothes,” Taros started, as he started to pull on his clothes: “I will try to behave myself … Ooh … I’m still sensitive down there. Circe, I’m getting a hard-on. You’re not doing it, are you?”
“No, it’s just the normal reaction from continuous coition.”
“I’m sorry too,” added Leonid, grimacing as his clothes rubbed: “Please do you have something to keep me awake?”
“I have some pepper-up potion in the bedroom. You can have a couple of swigs of that, if you like.”
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