My Sweet

Title: My Sweet
Author: Anath de Malfoy
Pairing: Argus Filch/Mrs Norris; Filch/Harry, Filch/Draco, Lucius/Draco and Lucius/Macnair (all implied)
Summary: The private life of Argus Filch, Hogwarts caretaker
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Bestiality (het-ish); chanslash and BDSM fantasies, implied non-con
Possible Spoilers: Books 1-4
Disclaimer: The characters and the profits that go with them belong to J.K. Rowling. Their sexual perversions are only the products of my smutty little mind.

A/N: For the record, I own a cat, and I love my cat very much. I do not do any of this with my cat, nor do I condone or encourage anybody doing this with his or her cat.

[Filch's POV]

You are the only one who understands, my sweet.

Warm and gentle, snuggled against me after my hard day's work, fur softer than silk or velvet, so comforting as you rest against my naked flesh. Trust in your eyes, love expressed in throaty purrs as you settle between my spread thighs and run your little rasping tongue all over my swollen length. I moan when you slowly rise, emitting tender mewling sounds as you walk along my body, and sit curled and contented on my bare chest as I begin to stroke you with one hand and my hardness with the other.

You're the only one who doesn't judge, my sweet, who feels no scorn for who and what I am. Not like those arrogant professors, so smug in their false sense of superiority. Or those beastly student brats - I swear, my sweet, this new batch of children, they're the ghastliest little horrors I've ever encountered in all my years at Hogwarts. Oh, how I'd love to bring out some of the old punishments for their misdeeds, my sweet. The chains, the whips, and the branding irons... it would be so delicious to shackle and flog that insufferable Harry Potter, their precious "Boy Who Lived". To hear him scream in agony as I ram my cock up his tight little virgin ass... And even worse than Potter is that stuck-up little Malfoy git, with all his nonsense about "pure-bloods"! I'm from one of the oldest pure-blood wizard families, and a fat lot of good it did me, my sweet! All airs and graces, that little rotter, delicate milky skin and cornsilk hair, just like his slut of a father. Everyone from Hogsmeade to Haiti knows that Lucius Malfoy is Walden Macnair's bitch. Wears an invisible collar underneath all his fancy clothes, does Lucius... the same proud tongue that constantly denounces Mudbloods willingly laps all the blood and guts off that bloodthirsty madman Macnair's dragon-hide boots. Young Draco's soft pink mouth would wrap around my shaft so nicely... he knows how to suck cock very well, I'll bet. He'll have had plenty of practice, being Daddy's little whore just like every Malfoy heir has been since the whole accursed family came into existence.

Ah yes, my sweet. Stay with me as I dream my evil dreams, and think my wicked thoughts. Lick the salty drops from my sweat-soaked body when I come. Then curl up beside me through the night, my only love, as my dark fantasies fade until the dawn.

~ Fin.