The Trouble With House Elves

OK...this is a combined effort between lodessa and myself. I won't say who was who (cause if you really searched, you would know). I can say that it is totally un-beta'd...mostly because I just can't re-read it...I have that sinking feeling. It just may continue...not sure. It is left with a cliff hanger...and it is all about the HOUSE ELF

And JUST for the record, JK Rowling created these characters. This came about from discussing the different scenes involving a beloved character or two...this is in no way going to make anyone any money

Dobby looked at the other houseelf. Master Harry told him to keep an eye on him. Dobby smashed his fingers in the oven door for thinking evil thoughts about Master Harry making him watch the evil Kreacher.

"Come, Master Harry says you must listen"

"Kreacher hates Master, nasty blood traitor that he is. Kreacher wants his mistress, oh what would Kreacher's mistress say if she were here." Kreacher moaned.

Dobby heard Kreacher moan and it sounded as if he were in pain. The pain and the punishment took him to many different levels, and on one it made him want to make little Dobby's.

The one problem was that Kreacher was standing there lost in oblivion moaning about his mistress.

"Never-mind your mistress. She is dead. Master Harry is who you belong to now!" Dobby shouted.

"No, no, no! Kreacher will never be beheaded like his mother now, never be displayed like his ancestors... no he is in disgrace, disgrace..."

Kreacher fell to the ground, hitting his head against it repeatedly.

Dobby looked at the sight of the other House-Elf with disgust. Why do all of the elves wish to be beheaded?

Dobby reached down and grabbed Kreacher by his filthy pillowcase. "You need to stand up and respect your new master now. You will respect Master Harry or I will punish you myself."

Kreacher hissed at Dobby, "Kreacher must obey Nasty Master but he doesn't have to listen to dirty traitor elves!"

Dobby stood at his full height. "I am no dirty traitor elf!" Dobby took that moment to attack Kreacher. He pushed him to the floor, punching him in the stomach, listening to how Kreacher groaned at the impact.

Kreacher's fingers clawed at Dobby, "Dobby betrayed his Master and Mistress Narcissa!" he cried.

"Kreacher betrayed his Master Harry and his Master Sirius. Kreacher is a bad elf and must be punished!" Dobby head-butted Kreacher.

Kreacher snarled and bit Dobby's shoulder.

Dobby screamed in the pain. He wrapped his hands around Kreacher's neck and began beating his head onto the ground. "Dobby will kill Kreacher for sinking teeth into Dobby's fair body."

Kreacher's hands reached out, wanting to claw Dobby's eyes out but instead settling for leaving bloddy gashes on his chest because he couldn't reach

Dobby looked down at the bloody gashes on his chest. His fury rose higher. He decided then and there he was going to bite Kreacher's lips off. Enough with the punching, it was time to tear him limb from limb. He wanted to be decapitated so badly, well Dobby would make sure that he did it.

He leaned down and bit Kreacher's lower lip, drawing blood.

Kreacher's nails embedded themselves in Dobby's neck, holding Dobby's face down against his own.

Dobby tasted the blood on his lips. Fresh, sweet blood, taken from an unwilling victim. It gave rise to a new lust. Dobby opened his mouth wider and used his tongue to lap at the blood.

Kreacher struggled under Dobby, pushed against him as he felt the teeth give was to tongue.

Dobby over-powered Kreacher in their struggle for the one on top. He bit Kreacher again and drew some fresh blood. Dobby slid his tongue into Kreacher's mouth following a trail the blood left behind, his tongue colliding with Kreacher's.

Kreacher's tongue met Dobby's forcing it back into Dobby's mouth along with his own in the battle for dominance. His hands still clawed at any part of Dobby they could reach, tearing off his socks.

Dobby was shocked when Kreacher met Dobby's punishing tongue. Dobby tangled his hands in Kreacher's shirt, tearing it slightly from the force. His fingers found Kreacher's diamond shaped nipples and began to pinch them.

Kreacher could not believe that the nasty traitor elf was touching him like that or the way that it was making Kreacher feel as he continued to invade Dobby's mouth.

Dobby pulled back from Kreacher. He sat on his waist holding the other elf down. He looked at him intently, knowing this was not going the way he wanted it to.

"Dobby must do what Dobby must do," he muttered. Instead of biting Kreacher's lips again he bit down on his neck, drawing traces of blood from the sensitive area.

Kreacher howled, struggling and finally succeeding in flipping Dobbyover so that he was on top and attacking Dobby’s skin with his mouth.

In flipping Dobby over, Kreacher's pillow case had risen up, showing that house elves wear nothing beneath them. Dobby on the other hand was faced with the hard object sitting on his stomach. He reached forward and squeezed it with all of his might, while writhing beneath Kreacher's mouth.

Keacher bit down harder, body jolting at Dobby's touch.

Dobby moaned under the bite. He pulled harder on Kreacher, creating more of a reaction out of him. Whether on top or bottom, Dobby was never submissive.

Kreacher reached down to mirror Dobby's movements, his own body grinding against Dobby of it's own voilition.

Kreacher squeezed Dobby in return, his mouth leaving colorful patches on Dobby's skin.
Dobby heard a moan come from somewhere, but he wasn't paying attention to who it came from. All he could think was that it felt damn good to be grinding into the evil house elf above him. He squeezed the cock in his hands again.

Dobby leaned back his head and moaned when Kreacher grabbed him in that special place, the place only Winky had ever touched before. He looked over and saw Winky sitting in the corner watching. For some reason this make him harder, wanting her to join in.
Kreacher jerked Dobby's head away from looking at Winky and back to face him, as he continued to touch Dobby.
Dobby hadn't felt anything quite like this before. New sensations were racking his body. Winky never did this to him. Dobby was thinking he liked this.

He rolled and managed to push Kreacher off of him and to the floor beside him. He bit his shoulder.

Kreacher cried out and wrapped his legs around Dobby, pressing his hardness against him.

Dobby pulled Kreacher closer grinding their lenths between the two of them, moaning with the new sensations he was feeling.

Kreacher had never done this before. Sometimes Kreacher had touched himself, while watching his master and mistress, but no one had ever touched Kreacher. It felt good though, the was Dobby was rubbing against him, and Kreacher's fingers dug into Dobby's back and he pushed harder against him.

"NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! Dobby and Kreacher must not be doing this!!" Winky cried, finally shocked out of her stupor as she watched the two elves fondle each other.
"Masters will not be approving this! You must stop right now!"

Dobby looked over at Winky as he ground himself against Kreacher. "No, Winky should join."

"Winky doesn't have a master to approve or dissapprove because she's a nasty cast off elf..." Kreacher hissed, causing Winky to cry, and reclaimed Dobby's mouth.
Dobby lost in the kiss, took a few minutes to realize what Kreacher had said to Winky. He tore his mouth away from Kreacher. "Winky is a good elf, you is the bad elf. You is needing punished."

Dobby pressed his lips to Kreacher's painfully. "You is going to learn your place, you bad elf."

"Dobby will not say such things with his traitor lips." Kreacher hissed pressing harder against Dobby.

"Dobby must teach Kreacher a lesson," he muttered in between kisses. His tongue probed Kreacher's mouth trying to erase the words he had just spoken.

Kreacher's hands were on Dobby's backside, pushing him into Kreacher as Kreacher ground himself against Dobby, moaning a little.

Dobby was so excited now. He pushed Kreacher away and forced him to turn over. He pushed into Kreacher's entrance not preparing Kreacher for the pain. Dobby moaned.

Keacher cried out in pain, but also felt somethign other than pain as he felt Dobby split him open

Dobby didn't stop for the cry of agony from below him. It pushed him further to the edge. He pounded into the other elf until he found a slight pressure point and he kept aiming for it. He could feel a building within his body as he hit the spot as well. He cried out.

Kreacher's cried became moans as Dobby pushed into him again and again. He hated Dobby but apparently his body did not.

Dobby kept a punishing grip on Kreacher, but continued to pump into the other elf. Then suddenly his body released his seed. Dobby cried out in pleasure as he filled the other elf.

Kreacher had grabbed hold of himself, moving his hand in time with Dobby, doubling his pleasure as he thrashed below him, the feeling of Dobby spilling inside of him driving him over the edge.

Dobby collapsed over Kreacher, breathing heavy as the last of his essence filled the elf's body. He shuddered as the last of the spasm's lasted.
For a bit Kreacher was too drained to think but then he realized that he was entagled with the nasty traitor elf, that the traitor elf was INSIDE him and he quickly moved away.

Dobby felt Kreacher moving and he pushed him down. "Did you learn your lesson nasty elf? Kreacher needs to be respecting his master."

Kreacher shoved Dobby away and retreated to the other corner of the room, snivelling

Dobby smiled. He was gratified at Kreacher's reaction. He knew that he was the head elf and the one that Master Harry respected most. Dobby walked over to Kreacher and kicked him. "Just be remembering who your master is now." Dobby turned and walked towards where Winky was weeping.

Keacher hissed. He would get the nasty traitor elf back, oh yes he would.

Dobby walked over to Winky and pulled her into a hug. "Stop crying Winky. Winky is a good elf. Ignore the bad elf. Dobby is punishing him when he gets out of line."
Winky turned her face away from Dobby, tears still staining her face.

"Dobby shouldn't..." she sobbed, "Dobby should not do the nasty bad thing."
"It is. It is... Master Barty... Master Barty..." she sobbed

Dobby pulled her closer. "Winky it is not being a bad thing. Let me show you." Dobby leaned in and kissed her gently on the cheek.

"Master Barty?!" Dobby choked. On no! Did her other master use her this way? This was his Winky, no one could touch her.