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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]
(Warning – sexual torture)
~~~ SOPHIAMONASTIR ~~~
Four satisfied woodies were the result of the wake-up call on Monday morning. A dip in the pool and breakfast had Oxana returning to Kiev by car plus the boys going with Mama and Papa to work in the fields. After two male seers had mucked-out and helped Trephine gather the eggs, they mounted up to fly to Sophiamonastir.
“You do realise that no-one has visited since it was hidden when the soviets originally took over?” Trephine asked, as they flew over the lake: “I was unable to make the boys secret-keepers because their magic was still too young and any outward show would have given the Glags another excuse to come snooping. I have no idea what state the island and its buildings are in.”
“I’m sure we can ask our corps of elves to clean it up, Auntie. We also have a mixed repair team who service the trust’s buildings. They should be able to put right the ravages of time.”
“Thank you! We should be approaching the occlusion now.”
The seers slowed down, remembering the Montecristo tholus and some of the injuries the satraps had sustained when they collided with it. Trephine looked at them quizzically and stretched out her hand.
“Ah, here it is. I’ll go in first, and when you see my hand sticking out, one of you take it and we’ll carry out …”
“… R O A R !” That part of the tholus began to glow a sullen red.
Harry was first off the mark. He flew towards the half concealed vidma, gathered her in his arms and shot off at a tangent, away from the tholus.
“Thank you Harry. The wards shouldn’t be behaving like that.”
Draco joined them carrying Trephine’s abandoned broomstick: “That Roar is familiar; it reminds me of something Voldie conjured up once. Now let me see … Ah yes … A fire-afreet … Hmm … Auntie, did you use water-thaums to make the tholus?”
“Yes Draco; with all that raw material slopping around it seemed too a good source to waste. We used some making the Okruh tholus as well.”
“That’s how Voldie contained his fire-afreet; he used the Manor’s ornamental lake. If my theory is correct; the fire-afreet has stuck a knife into its own foot, so to speak, and is trapped inside. It was probably attracted by the school’s latent magic and when it emerged from its vent it found itself inside a water-tholus.”
“Quite possible, those two elements are antithetic. Oh dear, we’ll have to get rid of it before the academy can be reopened.”
“And we’ll have to seal its vent.”
“I’m afraid that’s beyond my capabilities. I don’t remember seeing any references to fire-afreets in any of my grimoires.”
“I think it’s time to go back to our libraries,” suggested Harry: “The messenger from the hunters can quite easily reach us via the Cabin and Dacha if something occurs. We would have had to call up the troops that way, anyway.” *Tabernacle?*
*Definitely!* “I think I know the grimoires we need, Harry. Please Trephine, don’t try anything yourself. I know this Okruh is your ultimate responsibility, but that demon cannot get out unless someone gives it the key. I hate to say it, but you are the only key at the moment, and we need you safe. We promise we’ll return; hopefully with an answer and enough troops to defeat the monster.”
“Yes Seers. You have my word that I’ll not interfere, and I’ll stop anyone else doing the same; especially my two protégées. Shall we return to the farmhouse?”
“It would be quicker if we flew to the gallery, we’re half-way there already. We’ll floo you later.”
“Understood, I look forward to your communication. Shall I tell the goblins?”
“Yes, please Auntie. I should hate them boring into the vent by mistake.”
Five minutes had Harry and Draco talking to their wives at the cottage.
“We’ve been listening in,” Ginevra observed: “I’d never heard of fire-afreets before.”
“I have a vague recollection of reading about them in an ancient bestiary, but I cannot recall which library it was in,” added Astoria: “I’ve a feeling that they are hermaphrodite, like the satyrs. You said you saw Voldie conjure one up, Draco?”
“Yes, from a distance. It was when he was looking for possible allies that summer after his return. I gather that, once summoned and outside the containment ward, you have to control them with restraining hexes all the time. I got the feeling that the magical effort in directing the demon was almost as much as firing the hexes and curses yourself. I suppose he sent it back to hell or wherever they reside. I never saw another one, and I didn’t see any at the Battle of Hogwarts.”
“We need Ivanova,” suggested Ginevra: “I’ll sweet talk my mum into coming here and supervise my playschool youngsters.”
~~~ RESEARCH ~~~
Half an hour later four seers sat around the table at the Tabernacle. In this Tasmo Astoria had a couple bestiaries out, Draco was peering into a monitor – clicking keys, Harry was surrounded by ancient DADA tomes and Ginevra was consulting a number of fire charms books. They were silent for at least one pseudo-day.
“I’ve found a description,” Astoria exclaimed triumphantly: “It reads … ‘Fire-afreets are supernatural beings of approximately human dimensions. Their heads and torsos are humanoid but their legs are more muscular. In place of arms they have wings whose feathers appear to be flames and the supporting sinews end in a claw like-hand. When flying the claws are relatively harmless because, in grasping an object or animal, the balance of the demon is upset. On the ground the claws are the most dangerous and can inflict a burning wound. Their legs end in hooves but are jointed in the conventional humanoid way. Little is known about their reproductive techniques. Like many of the ancient races they are hermaphrodite but doubly so. They have both anal and vaginal orifices and two phalli. The phalli are not situated as in a human male, but in the form of a long double tail growing out from the base of their backs. Gonads are not visible. It has been observed that the double tail can grip an object, in the way a human thumb and forefinger can, and thus the fire-afreet can transport its prey in front of its body whilst flying. Unlike dragons, fire-afreets cannot breathe fire; however, the emissions from their phalli resemble flames. These flames appear not to set combustible items on fire. Their normal prey is of smaller animals, and a phallus inserted into any orifice seems to cause sexual excitement in their victim followed by partial paralysis. In this semi-conscious state, the fire-afreet carries the prey to its lair and there devours the living tissues. A fire-afreet, if incarcerated behind wards for too long, seems to be able to influence immature mages outside those wards in some way. It seems not to have mesmerising powers’ … That’s all except for a picture.” Astoria handed the book around.
“I wonder if that’s why young Taros behaves mischievously.”
“Some prick length if the base is behind it and can curl round its body to hold something in front … Must be about two feet long at least,” Harry remarked
“Double our size then … Circe wept!” exclaimed Draco.
“Okay Boys. Prurience away,” Astoria giggled: “How do we combat it, Harry?”
“Water hexes. If we can inject water inside it, it will douse its fires. Judging by what I’ve read, this one must be slightly slow. An intelligent one wouldn’t have made its vent into a watery environment.”
“I have a vent-sealing charm available,” remarked Ginevra: “But it also needs a special potion. Here’s the recipe, Draco.”
“Thanks,” he perused the list briefly: “I’ll get on with it once we are back at the cottage. I have most of the ingredients and I know that Nev has a couple of plants in his herbarium. For one of the rarest items I shall have to ask Rory.”
They continued their discussions until a reasonable modus operandi was agreed.
“We’ll need to spend some time away from the Okruh,” mused Astoria, “If we return immediately Trephine will think that we haven’t been studying seriously.”
“It’ll take a couple of days for the potion to prove. And some undergraduates to see.”
“Same here and I promised a DADA update at the Aurorbunker and I need to chat to the roman priests about St Vladimir’s.”
“I’d like to check out the other academies and I want to alter my history syllabus in the light of the latest info.”
“That’s okay, I’m feeling quite domesticated. A couple of days at Laggen Lodge would suit me fine. Besides which Alexandrou and I will be experimenting with water charms. I have some ideas that might be quite useful”
“Fine … Back to the Okruh on Thursday morning?”
“YES HARRY!” they replied.
Astoria flooed Trephine to let her know their return-day.
~~~ OZERO ENDRYU ~~~
All four seers, Trephine and Alexandrou met on Thursday morning. The Glag-hunters had reported little progress despite the fact that the captive satrap was healed. That being so the mages set about storming Sophiamonastir. Ronald had a reasonable number of Dumbledorians encamped at Raven’s rock and pretending to be on holiday in case the demon was watching. The collective thought, however, had it that the occlusion worked both ways.
Trephine had identified a place where the wards almost touched the back of the great hall making a flat arc and leaving a narrow people-sized space. She, Ginevra, Draco and Harry were going to try and enter there briefly in order that she could pass on the secret. They were going to swallow gillyweed and approach the wards underwater and at the same time Alexandrou would create a rain-storm to lash that side of the island in order to deter the fire-afreet from investigating.
Astoria was to remain outside to be with Ronald and the troops acting as liaison – much as at Helltröllstimø. They were going to create a magically noisy diversion in various places along the perimeter. To that end the ward team had created a light green charm which would tint the tholus temporarily and thus allow the supposed attack to come within inches of the usually invisible surface quite safely.
Alexandrou went up to the gallery and commenced raising his storm. The ward team flew out and stained the tholus. Three seers with Trephine stripped naked and swallowed gillyweed, diving into the lake. The battle group started to make menacing approaches to the tholus using muggle bows and arrows to fire non magical missiles towards the hidden school. This provoked a roaring response and a number of now-burning arrows being hurled back.
The underwater four surfaced close to the outside of the tholus and Trephine used familiar lakeshore landmarks to ensure they were close to the back wall of the main hall. They had to dive again because Alexandrou’s first squall came in, blotting everything out. Trephine went through the wards underwater, extended a hand to Harry and, using their mind-communication skills, the Vidma welcomed him into the school in peace. Then both of them used the same ritual on the other two seers.
The fire-afreet was preoccupied with the storm and the feints of Ronald’s troops when it felt the first breach of the wards. It surveyed the attacking groups quickly and decided that the threat was not there. By that time, it had felt two more violations and ascertained from whence they emanated. It was very reluctant to fly into the oncoming storm, but it ignored the risk of diminishing its magical potential and rushed, under a steaming dry-heat charm, to the other side of the wards; swooping low over the school’s roofs to avoid the rain and get at the intruders. It was puzzled when it could find no-one there and was totally averse to entering the solid sheet of lake-water to find them.
In fact, the monster had arrived thirty seconds after the underwater four had swum back outside the tholus. It hovered there steaming and wondering if it should attempt to boil the lake dry. Two things dissuaded it; firstly, that it was unsure the capacity of the lake, surmising quite rightly, that Ozero Endryu covered more area than had been contained within the ward tholus. Secondly, in creating its dry-heat shield, not only was it slowly diminishing its store of fire cabbala, but the resultant steam was causing the air inside the tholus to become foggy. It still had problems whilst being lashed continually by the storm. It had to keep the dry-heat shield going whilst it thoroughly checked the whole perimeter for further intrusions.
That checking took time and just before the gillyweed-hour elapsed three naked seers took their broomsticks underwater. They drank from the lake as much as they could and then some more. Once the gillyweed effect wore off they burst through the wards in three well separated places. Harry and Draco made more magical noise, giving a magically masked Ginevra time to secrete herself inside the building.
Being the nearest prey, the fiend came after Draco.
As the fire-afreet approached the mist glowed red, giving the blond just enough time to prepare himself. He feinted left; passing within a foot of the enraged being. He also found out that the penile tails were longer than expected because one briefly touched his thigh, making it tingle. Using his partner-homing instincts Harry was closing in on the blond; firing a stinging hex at the beast’s rear end. It turned sharply, in far less distance than a competent Quidditch player could. Harry found himself flying straight at the glowing being, so he swerved right. The tightness of his turn lost him speed and he was side on to the beast when it struck. Harry felt a burning thrill glide down his backbone as one of the penises sought his anus. Harry went into a dive in order to gain speed. He was not quick enough because he felt the hot glans penetrate him.
Draco sensed Harry’s predicament and went on the attack. As the demon turned round to fend off the Slyth; the tail which had been intent on breaching the Gryff became taut and pulled out of its target. Now two tails sought the new assailant. One whipped out towards Draco’s face seeking his mouth. Draco clenched his teeth together as the glowing glans brushed across his lips. When that happened, he experienced an extremely strong desire to open them. Only Astoria’s inner reminders helped him to keep his mouth closed. The other phallus was exploring further down. It found twiggy bristles obstructing the place where it thought another opening might be. This was where the grimoires’ description proved to be wrong. Emissions from the meatus could indeed start a fire, and one so near Draco’s arse made him beat a hasty downwards retreat to take a quick quenching dip in the lake.
Harry had to revise his idea that the monster was slow witted, because it could now concentrate solely on him. Its aerobatics would have won it a position in the World Quidditch League and far out-matched Harry’s not inconsiderable skills. Diving and weaving it chased the green-eyed attacker; slowly diminishing the airspace between them. Harry remembered the reverse-loop that had won him the Quidditch match a few years ago. That was his undoing. As he hurtled back at a tangent to the creature, it turned, and its muscular legs shot out catching Harry’s waist in a leg-scissors. Harry felt his lower abdomen being crushed and found it difficult to breathe. One of the demon’s tails dived back into where it had been previously; deeply exploring the Gryff’s anal passage. Harry removed a hand from his broomstick to try to prise the invading tail out. All he managed to do was massage the beast’s phallus and make it vibrate inside him. The monster was now in control and sank to the ground; lying down on the grass with Harry still squashed between its thighs.
Upon landing one claw grasped Harry’s broomstick whilst the other sought his prick. Both of Harry’s hands went to defend his genitalia, allowing the beast to throw the broomstick away. The second tail wrapped itself around the Gryff’s legs, stretching him slightly. Two claws and two hands fought for dominance of the dark triangle of hair and the fleshy appurtenances contained therein. For a few seconds the Gryff’s wrists were close together, enough for one wide stretching claw to grasp them firmly. It lifted Harry’s hands out of the way and gave an extra hard thigh-squeeze to his stomach muscles. The Gryff’s stiffening shaft pushed outwards. The free claw pounced, scratching a fiery track from balls to tip. Harry’s cock hardened as another track of hot horniness followed the first. There was no need for the demon to pump the pulsating prick, the squeezing thighs and stretching tail created fucking movements in the captive’s body. Lazily, the beast ran a burning talon around the edges of the scarlet helmet and plunged it down the glans-eye. This was too much; at the same time as fiend-fuck filled Harry’s abdomen, human sperm began to emerge around the claw’s nail. Harry convulsed; experiencing electric shocks of pure delight.
It took three passes through the water before Draco was satisfied that the bristles were thoroughly doused. By that time Harry and the demon had disappeared into the warm mist. Draco tuned in to his mate’s thoughts, trying to follow the direction they came from. Disoriented by the fog he flew through the ward tholus and had to retrace his path. Only then did the Slyth realise that the tholus was capable of reflecting back their homing-instincts. It took time to locate the source. His lover’s lubricious feelings were now the main component of his sendings. This in turn excited the blond’s libido and the blond flew towards his lover with his erection inadvertently rubbing on the broomstick’s shaft. On arrival Draco saw Harry’s flushed body and understood his predicament. He tried a ‘Stupefy’ but that seemed to bounce off the creature’s flame encrusted body. ‘Bombardia’ moved the monster but also made Harry cry out. ‘Te frigido’ had an effect and when followed by a strong ‘Aquamenti’ diverted the demon’s attention away from its sexily squirming victim.
With an angry roar the monster left the exhausted but still aroused seer on the grass and sprang after its new tormentor. Draco tried to keep a reasonable distance between him and his pursuer but, as Harry had found out, the demon had a greater air-speed. A number of weaving dives and climbs gave Draco the edge. However, in looking round to see where the creature was the Slyth ran into a Quidditch hoop. He lost grip on his broomstick which carried on flying. Winded momentarily, Draco started to slide down the supporting pole, so he tried to hug it in order to slow his fall. That was enough for the monster to catch up. Using its tails it thrust them at the blond’s exposed flesh, giving the Slyth electric-type shocks. They hurt and aroused at the same time, especially when the demon aimed for Draco’s buttocks. It also caused the blond’s muscles to contract, gripping him firmly to the pole and stopping his descent. A streak of shocks from the nape of the Slyth’s neck, travelling slowly down his backbone caused carnal convulsions. The tip found his anus and pushed inside; exciting his prostate by shoving up the tight passage.
“Ai-ee-ee!” Was that a cry of pain or of lust?
A hot shot of fiend-fuck coated the blond’s insides; making his muscles relax and his mind start to fog over. Instead of falling, the beast used its other tail to loop under the blond’s armpits. And using this loop and the insertion it lifted the limp mage clear of the pole, once clear two powerful legs took over; gripping around the Slyth’s chest. Not too far above was the Quidditch hoop. The creature sat on the top; holding on to the ring with its claws with Draco dangling beneath it. The Slyth was clutching at the being’s thighs with his arms; terrified of being dropped. One tail was free and this explored the luscious human’s body, giving out arousing shocks.
The tail found Draco’s soft bollocks and began to barrage them with erotic excitement. Next, the appendage looped around the blond’s cock and began to flux; effectively masturbating the dangling man’s man. Draco neared completion when, in an altered stance, the demon’s glans-lips kissed the human’s mushroom-eye. This sent the blond over the top. His copious sperm spent; the situation was reversed and fiend-fuck was squirted down the Slyth’s urethra. Thus, Draco was experiencing the same state of sexual bliss that he had seen in his partner.
Seeing that the blond was in no condition to resist the demon’s next blandishments; it lifted him up to the ring. Using conjured ropes, it bound Draco to the hoop, bending him over the top with his dribbling genitals neatly framed between his opened thighs. Now both tails centred on the exposed pucker and, accompanied by screams of pain, pushed into Draco’s overstretched anal channel.
Harry lay on the grass twitching; a gloriously gratified feeling filling his loins and most of his body; mentally dozing in languid lasciviousness. Ginevra appeared out of hiding and cast a quick ‘Enervate!’ returning to her place of concealment. The brunet returned to being compos mentis and, shaking himself, accioed his broomstick. Whilst riding off through the mist to find his embattled partner, Harry recalled the sketch map Trephine had drawn and realised that this Quidditch pitch was over water. Each of two school wings had a tower at its end; upon whose roof were the hoop-poles. All he had to do was find which of six poles his partner was tied to. Draco’s thoughts were too scattered to be of any use. He was thoroughly distracted by the abusive assault on his bottom and the bodily arousal that it caused.
Harry went to the centre of the pitch and then ascertained from which direction the saturnalian sendings came. He arrived just in time to duck as his partner’s seed splashed past. As had Draco before, Harry used the cooling charm, this time causing a mini water-spout to squirt water at the torturer.
The demon’s eyes opened wide in surprise; astonished at the quick recovery of one of its opponents. It thought to drown Draco in another bout of depravity before subduing this upstart green-eyed human, but Harry fired a succession of stinging hexes at the beast’s anal orifice; managing to make one penetrate. Howling in pain the beast left its tied victim and chased the brunet. Harry dived, hoping to draw the monster into the water; however, the demon was too wily for that ploy. It flew at him as he returned out of the dive; briefly closing its wings and plummeting towards him. He tried to turn but it clapped its wings together clawing him on his flanks. Slightly dazed the Gryff found that one of the tails was wrapping itself around the handle of his broomstick, whilst the other one travelled up it to butt his balls and spray those sexy feelings at them. Harry instantly developed another painful erection; he also eased his sitting position slightly. That was enough for the demon’s next move.
Its orange eyes stared into green ones: “You are mine now, Secret-keeper.” Its breath was not putrid but held a sweet enticement. Harry tried not to breathe it in, only to gasp as the exploring phallus slipped under his balls and found his pucker. Despite clenching, Harry’s anal muscles were breachedn and the creature’s mushroom brushed his prostate. Harry jerked in response; loosing grip on his broomstick, which was whipped away from under him. He started to fall, preparing to dive into the water and hoping that this would remove the intrusion in his bum.
“Not this time my lovely, come into my arms. I have delights in store for you, surpassing all your carnal desires.”
The intrusion thickened, filling every crevice of Harry’s rectum and stopping him falling any further. The effect of the swelling penis was to shorten it, drawing Harry bodily upwards between the demon’s legs. Harry had no wish to be imprisoned between those crushing thighs again. So, as he was drawn upwards, he used his hands to push out in front of the demon, swinging back to ensure that his erection entered the creature’s vagina on the rebound. He was surprised that the monster grunted in satisfaction and started to flex its vaginal muscles. This created a feeling in Harry akin to the best Draco could give when on top form. He also registered an extra thrill in the form of a vibrating suction.
“This game is very much to my liking, duckling; me fucking you, fucking me.”
It flew downwards as its other tail forced its way inside Harry’s bum. The feeling was incredible, each penis moved and flexed independently; driving the Gryff into spasms of unparalleled ravishment. Upon landing the pair rolled over onto the sand with it on the top. The creature used its strong legs to force Harry’s apart. Because all of his erection was held inside the demon’s orifice, the claws now had full play with the Gryff’s balls and inner thighs. Each gonad was stung repeatedly making them swollen and shiny. Fiery scratches inside Harry’s thighs added to the debilitating reaction as he was forced nearer to becoming the demon’s next meal.
Another foray from Ginevra freed Draco; that gave him energy enough to Accio his broomstick and restart the battle. Not far below, through the clearing mist Draco saw Harry’s plight and went in to the attack, concentrating his efforts on the creature’s back, so as not to injure his partner. He had not counted on the demon clapping back its wings and temporarily stunning him. He landed awkwardly losing his singed broomstick at much the same time. With claws extended, the creature caught Draco and, as the fiery stings reawakened the Slyth’s libido the creature removed a tail from the brunet’s bottom using it to infiltrate the blond’s back-passage. That had the same effect as it had on Harry – drawing Draco closer to becoming its next food-source.
Draco was not a Slytherin for no reason so, assembling the last vestiges of his will, he climbed up the being’s back, using the devilishly induced engorgement to enter into its anus and shove hard.
*We’re in position, Ginny.*
Ginevra flew out of hiding and straight at the beings face. *Three, two, one,* “Aquamenti! Ore Aperto Durare!”
It was not sperm that the two male seers released, but all the water they had drunk. The demon gasped as its internal fires were doused. That gaping mouth gave Ginevra the opening through which her charmed water entered its gullet, and the second charm stopped the lips from spitting out the cascade.
All was not quite over. As its fire-cabbala died the tails lost their rigidity and the male seers started to drop off their ends. This squeezed out the remaining lusty ejaculate into their bums. At the same time the residual fiery fluid in its claws injected ravishment into their bodies.
Where they had fallen was upon the shores of the central fairies’ island. Their last strength had them crawling away from the demon’s convulsing body onto the sand, grabbing each other’s crimson cocks and starting to masturbate each other feverishly.
Ginevra meanwhile had encapsulated the dying demon and called Astoria to the nearest edge of the tholus, where she welcomed her. Together they found the vent, stuffed the demon down it and poured the potion after it. They then started the complex ritual to close off this passageway between one world and another. The two female seers were totally bushed when they finished, Astoria had just enough energy to light the green muggle victory rocket and set it off. They flopped down on the grass of what had been the magical creature’s enclosure and became unconscious.
On seeing the green rocket, Trephine gathered up her two apprentices and after peaceably inducting them, went in search of the seers. She found Harry and Draco first.
“Celebrating, are you?” she smirked at their antics on the beach.
“Huh … No … Ooh … Auntie … Ah … Just … Mmm … Working … Oh … Off … S-s-s-s … The … Hah … Demon’s … A-i-ee … Poison,” replied a very distracted Draco.
Trephine turned to her turned-on apprentices: “Stop giggling boys, and don’t even envisage joining them. I’ve read their transcript of what happens. Leonid, you must fly back to my room, and bring the pep-up potion in the green bottle and the skin-salve in the brown jar. They’ll need the ointment for their abraded erections, and the potion to keep them awake whilst the poison works through their systems.”
“Yes, Auntie.”
“Taros, you are to come with me. We need to find Ginevra and Astoria. They will be magically drained. Sealing up a vent is a very dangerous procedure; something that I haven’t the magical capacity to do. Once we find them, we’ll put them to bed and you can collect the emergency food supplies from the camp. At the moment only we seven will stay here. Once they are compos-mentis, we will make a joint decision about the school’s future.”
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