Service

All Winky ever wanted was to be able to serve.

All Snape ever wanted was authority.

Neither was in a very personable mood when Winky came down
into the dungeons of Snape, carrying his dinner on a tray. The man had been
working late and had chosen not to partake of dinner in the Grand Hall.

Snape had reciprocated by hurling the tray into his wall.
“I’m busy! The door was locked! If you weren’t foolish enough to apparate
everywhere, you would have figured that out!”

Winky had been told that Snape was having problems
controlling his anger these days. Dumbledore had mentioned the strain of being
a double agent and how the Elves should grant him a bit more understanding. At
the moment, however, none of this mattered.

Winky started crying. Buckets. “I’m so sorry, Master Snape!
Winky is bad elf! Bad!” The wringing of the ears started.

Snape glowered at the creature before recalling that Elf
tears could be useful in a few restorative draughts. “Here. Bawl in this.” He
handed Elf Elf a vial.

Winky complied willingly enough. “All Winky wants is to
please Master. All Winky wants is to serve. Master not want Winky so Winky
doomed to live life here without Master. Now Winky has new Masters but Masters
don’t like Winky calling them Masters!”

 




“Mm.” Severus was already hunched over his desk, grading
papers.





 





“Winky just wants to please. Winky wants to make Masters
happy. Winky wants to help Masters. Master Snape is feeling down so Winky will
fix this.” The Elf burbled on, the vial now full of tears.





 





Snape took no notice of the Elf. It could cry all it liked
for all he really cared. Having dealt with Winky before, he knew the wretched
thing would continue to bawl for awhile and then quietly leave to try and serve
someone else.





 





He had not been prepared for the Elf suddenly pushing
herself between his legs. “What do you think you’re doing?!”





 





“Making Master Snape happy. Master Snape will be pleased
with Winky.” The Elf hastily undid the zipper to Snape’s trousers and took out
his flaccid cock with one bony hand.





 





“I think not!” Snape grabbed ahold of Winky’s arm and
forcibly pried it off his prized organ. “I don’t recall giving you permission
to touch me.”





 





“Winky only wants to please! Please, Master Snape, let Winky
pleasure you. Winky is good! Winky promises! Winky will keep Master Snape
happy!” The Elf was practically begging to give Severus head, which only made
Snape wonder about Crouch’s proclivities.





 





He didn’t want to be manhandled by an Elf, of all things. It
wasn’t as though the mouth of such a low creature could actually give him any
pleasure. The Elf was disgusting and deranged in the first place.







On the other hand, it had been awhile since he had last been, well, serviced.
Perhaps if a bag wasced ced over Winky’s head, or a blanket, that might make
things a bit easier on the eyes.





 





“Very well. But you will do so under the table.”





 





As Winky happily chirped about how appreciative she was,
Snape pushed his chair further under the table so that he wouldn’t have to
watch the creature in action. He made a mental note to take a very long shower
that night.





 





Snape felt his groin being taken back into that bony, slimy
hand. He tried to picture anyone else underneath that table. Preferably soe
ae
attractive and blond and aristocratic. But that affair had ended once Voldemort
had arisen and Severus was now stuck being taken into a warm mouth with very
little teeth.





 





The mental image nearly made him jerk and shudder. House
Elves lacked teeth and Severus could only feel uncomfortable as soft gums came
down onto him, rubbing his shaft up and down. Annoyed, he fixed his gaze on the
papers he had to grade.





 





The bony hand touched upon his testicles, rolling them about
and caressing the sac as those gum worked his cock. Severus shut his eyes,
unable to concentrate fully on mutilating Potter’s essay in his red ink.





 





Winky’s mouth seemed to have no end. The throat muscles were
tight enough and as the Elf engulfed Snape’s prick, he could feel those muscles
come down upon the head. More gumming ensued, taking away whatever pleasure he
had felt previous.





 





Glowering down at the table, envisioning himself boring
holes into Winky’s head, he knew that the damn thing wouldn’t stop until he
climaxed. With this in mind, he resolved to get off as quickly as possible.
Eyes shut again and he envisioned a head of long, blond hair moving back and
forth, thied led lips pressed against his shaft, the slight feel of teeth that
brought an exquisite amount of pain into his groin.





 





All in all, Snape was completely unprepared for one of those
bony fingers being inserted into his arsehole. His eyes opened quickly and he
could only stare ahead in shock as he felt that bony, that disgusting, that
revolting finger squirm about inside him, coating his insides with the same
slime that covered the Elf’s body.





 





Envision! He had to envision someone else doing something
else to him! Lucius touching him, for instance. Lucius sucking on him, driving
a well-manicured finger up inside of him, stretching him for what was to come.
That was what he wanted, not this abysmal thing that was currently gumming his
shaft, fondling his testicles, and lubricating his arse with its natural slime.





 





With enough imagination behind him, it wasn’t long before
Snape finally climaxed straight down the back of the Elf’s throat. Winky’s
tongue licked up the ejaculate just as Snape pushed his chair back from the
table. “There. I’m fine now. You can go.”





 





“Oh, but Winky is so horny, Master! That made Winky all
wet!” The Elf’s eyes were brimming over with new tears.





 





Snape felt a muscle in his mouth twitch.





 





And then he recalled that female House Elf bodily fluids
would be useful in the new aphrodisiac potion he was making to try on Lucius.
“Very well. Here. Fill this up.” He handed her a new vial.




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