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ENTRY #2
Title: Epic level elf magic and bdsm and shit
Author:kiertorata
I am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) yaasssss
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: dobby/dubledore, dobby/harry from harry potter obviously and A SURPRISE CHARACTER
Challenge: firewhiskeyfic?? how stupid do you think i am. but if you're asking for prompts, i used mirror of erised and harry potter. ho ho but you won't guess who's the one looking into the mirror. except that it may have been mentioned in the previos part.
Summary: dobby's fantasy
Rating/Warnings: very nc-17
Word count: 2828 (wow magical number)
Author's Notes (if any):
It was a dark and stormy night. Dobby, as usual, found himself wandering in places where he was not supposed to be. The Malfoys had fallen asleep, as had the rest of the house elves in the Malfoy household (due to some very studry butterbeer Dobby had planted into the Manor kitchens earlier), and Dobby had a good six hours to do what he did best: trouble.
He had just passed a patch of Deviläs snare which in retrospect was strange to find in a hallway at Hogwarts, but it had been simple enough to clear with some of his epic elf magic.
Oh Dumbledore, the great jokester who had placed dangerous flying keys and three headed dogs and strangely simple postions puzzles (to be from the greatest potions master and sexy bastard of the century) in his castrle. (Well, technically not his castle – he just happened to rule there.)
Luckyli Dobby was a clever (albeit non-sexy) bastard too.
He easily passed all the challenges thrown his way, except the dog because he couldn’t resist getting bitten a couple of times hjust for punishment. (“Mnn yes Dobby is liking that very much! Bad dobby!”)
He eventually came to a great mirror. Erised bla bla bla it said, but dobby had never been fluent in ancient languages, so he didn’t straing his five braincells with that.
“Mhhnnn yes, a mirror is exactly what Dobby is needing, sir.” (he liked to address sirs even if none were present, because he was a polite little sub like that)
He looked in the mirror, expecting to see his fabulour self in his pillowcase glory (well, he wasn’t too proud of the pillowvase (even though there was great reason to be, it was a high class silk slytherin green Malfoy pillow after all), he was a sock man (elf) through and through, that’s what Dobby was), but--- shocking cliffhanger!
He didn’t see his fabulous, elfy, submissive self!
Instead he saw a handsome(r), taller version of himself, dressed in multiple socks. (Mnn yes, just look at thos glittery socks! “What strange language is dobby suddnely thinking, hav am learned proper grammars???”)
¨
And what was this very nice version of Dobby doing???
(You’ll have to wait until the next episode to see.)
(Well that might take a while. It’s not every month you get another firwhiskeychallenge).)
(Oh was that a burn???)
(Yass mama.)
There were two figures in the mirror with him. Dobby might have wondered more about his strange (but handsome) appearance (oh did I mention that already) if his attention hadn’t been seized by these EVEN MORE HANDSOME men.
You’ve probably guessed them by now.
(DRUMROLL)
Harry Potter! and Albus Dumbledore!
“Oh Dobby is so pleesed to see hes favorite wizards!” Dobby squeeled. “Quite please indeed! Almost pleased enought to do this----“
As he was about to take of his not-so-great-but-silky pillowcase, he stopped in his tracks, because mirror-Dobby had just done something even more spectacular. Nmirror Dobby had just started taking his socks of in a very delibrate, teasing manner.
Mnn yes, those moves. Very good, very good indeed. One sock slid erotically off his knobly leg. Mirror Harry and Dumbledore watched in awe as the fashionable, woolly sock on his head was sensually pulled off and thrown into the shadows.
“Take another one off, “ Mirror Dumbledore commanded. “Dobby, do as you are told.”
“You are a great asset to the war effotr if you do,” Harry said, voice sultry and husky.
Dobby stared at his mirror self, who – good house elf and war hero as he was – did as he was told. Dumbledore and Harry ooh’d and aah’d at his professional moves, and Dobby wondered what this magical place was, where you could fulfil your darkest desired.
“Dobby is feeling very hot all of a sudden. Is a goos idea to take off dis un-socklike garmetn even if hot wizard men are not watching.”
Naked, he stood before the mirror again only to find that mirror!dobby had also stripped the final (polka-dotted) sock off. And what was revealed beneath... Dobby couldn’t take his large, billiard ball-esque eyes off.
He had a cok. And not just any smol (intentional spelling mistake, because I’m such an internet-savvy person) elf dick. A REAL COKC:
Mirror Albus and mirror harry seemed to be impressed too, because they wree both slobbering and their eyes were glazed. In fact, if dobby was not entirely mistaken (or just amkign sound effects in his head, “that is happending sometimes to dobby, sir, nothing to be an alarm of”), mirror dumbledore was growling. And mirror harry was reaching for his pants, which were starting to look tight.
“Harry potter sir,” mirror dobby said, just as real-dobby was about to utter those same words. “me is wanting to help with your problem sir.”
“Problem?” Mirro harry said. “I don’t have a problem:”
“No need to feign innocent, sir,” mirror dobby, the sly bitch, said. “I have seen such problems before and I is wanting to help. Dobby would be very pleased to make harry potter sir happy!”
Dobby couldn’t help but admire his better version’s smooth moves. He made a mental note to try it on mister Harry Potter sir if he should ever meet him.”
Mirror harry potter certainly seemed pleased. Eagerly, he started opening his pants, but dobby was there before him.
“Oh no sir, harry potter sir is needing to do nothing by hisself. let dobby take care of sir,” you-can-guess-by-now which dobby said.
Dobby took out Harry’s cock and instead of doing the most obvious thing and strocking him with his little elf hands, he took the average sized penis in his little elf mouth, which was completely filled, and probably looked extremely erotic from Harry’s point of view. (“Oh thank you, strange but wonderful magical mirror sir,” Dobby said, as the camera view changed to something more enjoyable. “Oh yes, dobby is indeed looking very nice from this percpective.”
OMG WONT THAT SINGLE PARENTHESIS JUST BUG YOU FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAY
“Mnn, I’ve always wanted to see you do that to an eleven-year-old boy,” mirror-Dumbledore next to him said and took out his own, rather shriveled cock. “Go for it, dobby! Fuck him hard!”
“Fuck him?” dobby said, pulling harry out of his mouth for just a second. “Dobby is not even close to fucking harry potter, sir! Dobby is just getting started.”
He continued with his steamy act until mirror-Harry was so close that he was about to burst.
That’s when Dobby stopped.
DUN DUN DUN
Because mirror Dobby was not a sub, oh no. Mirror Dobby fuckign OWNED harry potter (sir). (I’d use itilicized font instead of capslock, but it’stoo much effort. Just deal with it bitch(
(and there goes the wonky parenthesis again!)
“Bet your enjoying this meta,” the writer said.
Back to story. Mirror!Bobby stopped sucking on Harry who was about to come, and right after throwing a very sultry and slytherin glance at him (probably learned from Draco Malfoy, the eleven year olf brat he had lived with for the past, well, eleven years (except the half a year when he had been in Hogwarts most of the time), he pulled down harry’s pants (which are trousers in british, by the way) and pushed his throbbing /because they’fe always throbbin in fanfiction, aren’t they) enormous elf cock into Harryäs asshole.
“Dumbledore sir can now enjoy real fucking, sir,” mirror Dobby said , and real dobby didn’t know what to turn his attention to. The large cock pushing in and out of harry? Or the delighted and sexy and wrinkly face of albus dumbledore? Offr his own cock, which was throbbing (you saw that coming didn’t you) and in dire need of attention??? (I said coming, not cumming, you dirty reader.)
“But dumbledore sir is not allowed to be masturbating, no sir,” mirror Dobby commanded. “put that hand back where it belongs, awway from your old shaft.”
“Yes, dobby,” Dumbledore said, looking ashamed at himself. He watched harry get fucked in the ass with a look of desire and desperation. “But please help me soon. I can’t survive much longer, looking at this act of love before me.”
“Love, ah, yes,” Harry grunted. “If that’s what you want to call this.”
Real!Dobby didn’t care if it was love or somethign else. He certainly was in love. Witht the whole scene occuring in the mirror, with harry’s hazy, fucked up look, with every sweating wrinkle and dirty glance of dumbledore, and with this improved version of himself. Serviously, he would come back every night, even if it required poisoning the whole house with and oversode of butterbeer. Even if it required getting bit by all three heads of Fluffy. This was. fucking. worth. it.
Mirror! Harry (as if there was any other harry in the room) moaned loadly and cum came spurting out of his cock. (Even though nobody was touching it at the moment. That’s how good dobby was.) Mirror!Doobby turned to his other victim.
“Dumbledore sir, Dobby is wanting you on your knees now, sir,” he said. His cock was still erect and pointing upwards, THROBBING, OH YES THROBBING WITH DESIRE for the old man. (Dobby’s taste really does go from young to old ones doesn’t it? or maybe it’s just a desire for good guys, war heroes and whatnot.)
Dombledore, the bratty old sub, did nothing of the sort.
“What if I don’t want to?” Dumbledore said, and pulled his willowy, purple, gay motherfucking cloak tighter against him.
“Well dobby is having to force dumbledore sir then,” dobby said. “Dobby is not wanting to, oh no. Is wanting dumbledore to make things easier by complying. But if dumbbledore is not doing as is told, dobby will have no choice.”
Oh, such demands! Real!Dobby could hardly contain himself anymore. His hand found its way to his (unfortunately rather) smol cock, which he started rubbing with fast, familiar movements. (He had learned this from little master draco malfoy sir, who often did this disturbing, mugglish behavior when he thought no-one was looking. But dobby liked to look, oh yes. Even if he had to iron his ears for looking.)
Mirrorbodyd used epic level elf magick to strip dumbledore naked on the spot. Dumbledore didn’t look abashed at all, at this. He kept staring dobby in the eye with a challenging twinkle in his eye. This only seemed to encourage mirror dobby and it certainly turned on real!dobby.
Mirror!dobby used his best magic to blast bludgers at dumbledore. Dumbledore pretended to try to avoid them, but the pain-seeking man that he was, he took a few blows and groaned sexily at the impact.
“You can do better than that, dobby,2 he said. “oOh, argh. I can take ---ah – more.”
“Is really wanting more, sir?” dobby said, and before dumblefore had a chance to reply, he threw his next trick at him. CAKE. A creamy ass cake flew from dobby’s hand (looking surprisingly similar to a famous cake by petunia dursley appearing in book 2 oh lord SPOILER WARNING) and hit dumbledore right on his naked cock. (Which was erect and throbbing, by the way.)
And inspired by the lovely devilssnare from earlier, dobby threw another badass elf spell at Dumbledore that tied his wrists and ankles down to whatever surface there was available in mirror world (real-dobby couldn’t wuite see).
Then, infuriatingly slowly he got close to Dumbledore adn started licking the cream off his cock.
This was when real!dobby couldn’t handlt it any longer. He came in a spout of greenish, elvish cum, which soared right across the room and hit the mirror.
And that was when someone came into the room.
“Oh no, Dobby is so sorry sir, is not meaning to be away from hom,e at this time sir,” dobby said, quickly rying to pull the wrinkled pillowcase from the floor to hide his delicate bits. “Such a strange coincidence is seeing master at hogwarts. Sir.”
For it was Master Lucius Malfoy who had appeared in the mirror oom, ready to fetch his badly behaving elf.
“Doddy, or bobby or whatever you are called, you sickening creature. Put that pillowcase that I have gratiously given you back on you and cover your filthy little cock.”
“Yes sir, master lucius sir.”
“Have I not made myself clrear that you and other of your kind are not allowed to enjoy themselfs in my household?” Lucius said in an icy tone.
Dobby shivered as he pulled the pillowcase over his haid.
“Dobby is not wanting any trouble sir. Dobby will punish himself for his misbehavings sir. Iron his ears. Cook himself in the oven for an hour, sir. Jump into boiling water.”
“As long as it is not boiling water used to cook our dinner,” Lucius said, sneering. “Now come, silly elf.”
“Come, master? But dobby is just have come,” dobby explained, forgetting that he was supposed to be afraid. “And how splendindly he did come!”
“How dare you speak to your master like that!”, Lucius said, glaring at him wildly. It would have been more effective if dobby hadn’t noticed that his cock was forming a rather formidable tent in his TROUSERS. (he is a british man, after all)
“Dobby is very sorry sir, but perhaps dobby could first serve master before punishing himself, sir?”
“Serve? Whatever do you mean, disgusting little elf?” Lucius demandedf. “You belong in the kitchen, like all your little elf friends. And occasionally in draco’s bedroom, making sure he doesn’t masturbate or do something else degrading and unsuitable for his status.”
“Oh yes, Dobby has been very good at making sure master draco is not doing unsuitable deeds,” Dobby said. “But might dobby be suggesyting thtat he could be useful in master Lucius’s bedroom, as well?”
“Master Lucius does not masterbute,” Lucius said coldly.
“Of cours is not,” Dobby quickly said. “Master lucius is a great wizard who has people and elves to serve him with his every need.”
“People and ... elves???” Lucius said, raiding one of his incredibly sexy malfoyish eyebrows at the little elf. “Are you implying..:”
“Dobby is implying nothing but that is a normal need for any master of a large, fancy, expensice, dakr, pureblood manor to have house elves occasionally do some services in the bedroom too.”
“Is that so?” Lucius said, masking his desire under a sneer that would have made severus snape envious.
He happened to glance at the mirror behind dobby, and if the bulge in his trouers had earlier been huge, now it became practically enormous, ready to rip his pants apart.
“Master... Oh dark lord...” he said, suddenly forgetting all about the elf in the room. BUT NOT FOR LONG.
“ANd is that... an elf?” he said next, seeming a little surprised at what he just saw. “Dobby?#”
“Master lucius sir, dobby it thinking it is way past time of elves and dark pureblood masters of roaming the halls of Hogwarts,” dobby said, noticing where this was going. “Is time for goings to the very wonderful Malfoy manor, dobby is thinking.”
“Oh, yes. Mnnn, do just that,” lucius moaned at the mirror. “dobby, suck me. and dark lordm, ah yes! just there, fill me with your dark cum!”
“Master is really needing to be leaving,” dobby said, seriously starting to worry now. It was already early morning, and even though this section of the castel had seemd very well guarded and stuff, it was still not a good place to be when the castel was starting to wake up.
Dobby looked at his master – a wizxard he had previously loathed, but now was suddenly starting to appreciate – and made a quick decision. He threw his final, extremely epic and admirable elf slepp at the man and they both disapparated back to the manor. (yes, elves can do that shit. bet hogwarts, a history didn’t tell you that.) When they appeared in the manor study (because dobby wasn’t stupid enouhg to apparate in to the bedroom where Narcissa, lovely but unfortunately female, would still be sleeping), they weren’t alone. The dark lord, or atlesat what looked like the dark lord (see there I did some italized shit!) was there with them. Under normal circumstances dobby would be terrified. He would disapparate and go bother Harry Potter at privet drive or whatever. But now, because he had gained new conficence after watching himself in the mirror, and because this being was a magical creation of his and probably wasn’t real, he merely confidently stripped out of his silky green pillowcase and got to the business of pleasing his master.
Punishments would be due later.
THE END
(and isn’t it hilarious how close lucius could have been to truly pleasing the dark lord? oh well, better get down on your knees and be a good little slut luciud, because merlin knows thats the only thing you’re good at)
(wow this was srprisingly coherent)
Author:
kiertorataI am of legal drinking age in my region: (yes/no) yaasssss
Pairing(s)/Characters/Fandom: dobby/dubledore, dobby/harry from harry potter obviously and A SURPRISE CHARACTER
Challenge: firewhiskeyfic?? how stupid do you think i am. but if you're asking for prompts, i used mirror of erised and harry potter. ho ho but you won't guess who's the one looking into the mirror. except that it may have been mentioned in the previos part.
Summary: dobby's fantasy
Rating/Warnings: very nc-17
Word count: 2828 (wow magical number)
Author's Notes (if any):
It was a dark and stormy night. Dobby, as usual, found himself wandering in places where he was not supposed to be. The Malfoys had fallen asleep, as had the rest of the house elves in the Malfoy household (due to some very studry butterbeer Dobby had planted into the Manor kitchens earlier), and Dobby had a good six hours to do what he did best: trouble.
He had just passed a patch of Deviläs snare which in retrospect was strange to find in a hallway at Hogwarts, but it had been simple enough to clear with some of his epic elf magic.
Oh Dumbledore, the great jokester who had placed dangerous flying keys and three headed dogs and strangely simple postions puzzles (to be from the greatest potions master and sexy bastard of the century) in his castrle. (Well, technically not his castle – he just happened to rule there.)
Luckyli Dobby was a clever (albeit non-sexy) bastard too.
He easily passed all the challenges thrown his way, except the dog because he couldn’t resist getting bitten a couple of times hjust for punishment. (“Mnn yes Dobby is liking that very much! Bad dobby!”)
He eventually came to a great mirror. Erised bla bla bla it said, but dobby had never been fluent in ancient languages, so he didn’t straing his five braincells with that.
“Mhhnnn yes, a mirror is exactly what Dobby is needing, sir.” (he liked to address sirs even if none were present, because he was a polite little sub like that)
He looked in the mirror, expecting to see his fabulour self in his pillowcase glory (well, he wasn’t too proud of the pillowvase (even though there was great reason to be, it was a high class silk slytherin green Malfoy pillow after all), he was a sock man (elf) through and through, that’s what Dobby was), but--- shocking cliffhanger!
He didn’t see his fabulous, elfy, submissive self!
Instead he saw a handsome(r), taller version of himself, dressed in multiple socks. (Mnn yes, just look at thos glittery socks! “What strange language is dobby suddnely thinking, hav am learned proper grammars???”)
¨
And what was this very nice version of Dobby doing???
(You’ll have to wait until the next episode to see.)
(Well that might take a while. It’s not every month you get another firwhiskeychallenge).)
(Oh was that a burn???)
(Yass mama.)
There were two figures in the mirror with him. Dobby might have wondered more about his strange (but handsome) appearance (oh did I mention that already) if his attention hadn’t been seized by these EVEN MORE HANDSOME men.
You’ve probably guessed them by now.
(DRUMROLL)
Harry Potter! and Albus Dumbledore!
“Oh Dobby is so pleesed to see hes favorite wizards!” Dobby squeeled. “Quite please indeed! Almost pleased enought to do this----“
As he was about to take of his not-so-great-but-silky pillowcase, he stopped in his tracks, because mirror-Dobby had just done something even more spectacular. Nmirror Dobby had just started taking his socks of in a very delibrate, teasing manner.
Mnn yes, those moves. Very good, very good indeed. One sock slid erotically off his knobly leg. Mirror Harry and Dumbledore watched in awe as the fashionable, woolly sock on his head was sensually pulled off and thrown into the shadows.
“Take another one off, “ Mirror Dumbledore commanded. “Dobby, do as you are told.”
“You are a great asset to the war effotr if you do,” Harry said, voice sultry and husky.
Dobby stared at his mirror self, who – good house elf and war hero as he was – did as he was told. Dumbledore and Harry ooh’d and aah’d at his professional moves, and Dobby wondered what this magical place was, where you could fulfil your darkest desired.
“Dobby is feeling very hot all of a sudden. Is a goos idea to take off dis un-socklike garmetn even if hot wizard men are not watching.”
Naked, he stood before the mirror again only to find that mirror!dobby had also stripped the final (polka-dotted) sock off. And what was revealed beneath... Dobby couldn’t take his large, billiard ball-esque eyes off.
He had a cok. And not just any smol (intentional spelling mistake, because I’m such an internet-savvy person) elf dick. A REAL COKC:
Mirror Albus and mirror harry seemed to be impressed too, because they wree both slobbering and their eyes were glazed. In fact, if dobby was not entirely mistaken (or just amkign sound effects in his head, “that is happending sometimes to dobby, sir, nothing to be an alarm of”), mirror dumbledore was growling. And mirror harry was reaching for his pants, which were starting to look tight.
“Harry potter sir,” mirror dobby said, just as real-dobby was about to utter those same words. “me is wanting to help with your problem sir.”
“Problem?” Mirro harry said. “I don’t have a problem:”
“No need to feign innocent, sir,” mirror dobby, the sly bitch, said. “I have seen such problems before and I is wanting to help. Dobby would be very pleased to make harry potter sir happy!”
Dobby couldn’t help but admire his better version’s smooth moves. He made a mental note to try it on mister Harry Potter sir if he should ever meet him.”
Mirror harry potter certainly seemed pleased. Eagerly, he started opening his pants, but dobby was there before him.
“Oh no sir, harry potter sir is needing to do nothing by hisself. let dobby take care of sir,” you-can-guess-by-now which dobby said.
Dobby took out Harry’s cock and instead of doing the most obvious thing and strocking him with his little elf hands, he took the average sized penis in his little elf mouth, which was completely filled, and probably looked extremely erotic from Harry’s point of view. (“Oh thank you, strange but wonderful magical mirror sir,” Dobby said, as the camera view changed to something more enjoyable. “Oh yes, dobby is indeed looking very nice from this percpective.”
OMG WONT THAT SINGLE PARENTHESIS JUST BUG YOU FOR THE REST OF YOUR DAY
“Mnn, I’ve always wanted to see you do that to an eleven-year-old boy,” mirror-Dumbledore next to him said and took out his own, rather shriveled cock. “Go for it, dobby! Fuck him hard!”
“Fuck him?” dobby said, pulling harry out of his mouth for just a second. “Dobby is not even close to fucking harry potter, sir! Dobby is just getting started.”
He continued with his steamy act until mirror-Harry was so close that he was about to burst.
That’s when Dobby stopped.
DUN DUN DUN
Because mirror Dobby was not a sub, oh no. Mirror Dobby fuckign OWNED harry potter (sir). (I’d use itilicized font instead of capslock, but it’stoo much effort. Just deal with it bitch(
(and there goes the wonky parenthesis again!)
“Bet your enjoying this meta,” the writer said.
Back to story. Mirror!Bobby stopped sucking on Harry who was about to come, and right after throwing a very sultry and slytherin glance at him (probably learned from Draco Malfoy, the eleven year olf brat he had lived with for the past, well, eleven years (except the half a year when he had been in Hogwarts most of the time), he pulled down harry’s pants (which are trousers in british, by the way) and pushed his throbbing /because they’fe always throbbin in fanfiction, aren’t they) enormous elf cock into Harryäs asshole.
“Dumbledore sir can now enjoy real fucking, sir,” mirror Dobby said , and real dobby didn’t know what to turn his attention to. The large cock pushing in and out of harry? Or the delighted and sexy and wrinkly face of albus dumbledore? Offr his own cock, which was throbbing (you saw that coming didn’t you) and in dire need of attention??? (I said coming, not cumming, you dirty reader.)
“But dumbledore sir is not allowed to be masturbating, no sir,” mirror Dobby commanded. “put that hand back where it belongs, awway from your old shaft.”
“Yes, dobby,” Dumbledore said, looking ashamed at himself. He watched harry get fucked in the ass with a look of desire and desperation. “But please help me soon. I can’t survive much longer, looking at this act of love before me.”
“Love, ah, yes,” Harry grunted. “If that’s what you want to call this.”
Real!Dobby didn’t care if it was love or somethign else. He certainly was in love. Witht the whole scene occuring in the mirror, with harry’s hazy, fucked up look, with every sweating wrinkle and dirty glance of dumbledore, and with this improved version of himself. Serviously, he would come back every night, even if it required poisoning the whole house with and oversode of butterbeer. Even if it required getting bit by all three heads of Fluffy. This was. fucking. worth. it.
Mirror! Harry (as if there was any other harry in the room) moaned loadly and cum came spurting out of his cock. (Even though nobody was touching it at the moment. That’s how good dobby was.) Mirror!Doobby turned to his other victim.
“Dumbledore sir, Dobby is wanting you on your knees now, sir,” he said. His cock was still erect and pointing upwards, THROBBING, OH YES THROBBING WITH DESIRE for the old man. (Dobby’s taste really does go from young to old ones doesn’t it? or maybe it’s just a desire for good guys, war heroes and whatnot.)
Dombledore, the bratty old sub, did nothing of the sort.
“What if I don’t want to?” Dumbledore said, and pulled his willowy, purple, gay motherfucking cloak tighter against him.
“Well dobby is having to force dumbledore sir then,” dobby said. “Dobby is not wanting to, oh no. Is wanting dumbledore to make things easier by complying. But if dumbbledore is not doing as is told, dobby will have no choice.”
Oh, such demands! Real!Dobby could hardly contain himself anymore. His hand found its way to his (unfortunately rather) smol cock, which he started rubbing with fast, familiar movements. (He had learned this from little master draco malfoy sir, who often did this disturbing, mugglish behavior when he thought no-one was looking. But dobby liked to look, oh yes. Even if he had to iron his ears for looking.)
Mirrorbodyd used epic level elf magick to strip dumbledore naked on the spot. Dumbledore didn’t look abashed at all, at this. He kept staring dobby in the eye with a challenging twinkle in his eye. This only seemed to encourage mirror dobby and it certainly turned on real!dobby.
Mirror!dobby used his best magic to blast bludgers at dumbledore. Dumbledore pretended to try to avoid them, but the pain-seeking man that he was, he took a few blows and groaned sexily at the impact.
“You can do better than that, dobby,2 he said. “oOh, argh. I can take ---ah – more.”
“Is really wanting more, sir?” dobby said, and before dumblefore had a chance to reply, he threw his next trick at him. CAKE. A creamy ass cake flew from dobby’s hand (looking surprisingly similar to a famous cake by petunia dursley appearing in book 2 oh lord SPOILER WARNING) and hit dumbledore right on his naked cock. (Which was erect and throbbing, by the way.)
And inspired by the lovely devilssnare from earlier, dobby threw another badass elf spell at Dumbledore that tied his wrists and ankles down to whatever surface there was available in mirror world (real-dobby couldn’t wuite see).
Then, infuriatingly slowly he got close to Dumbledore adn started licking the cream off his cock.
This was when real!dobby couldn’t handlt it any longer. He came in a spout of greenish, elvish cum, which soared right across the room and hit the mirror.
And that was when someone came into the room.
“Oh no, Dobby is so sorry sir, is not meaning to be away from hom,e at this time sir,” dobby said, quickly rying to pull the wrinkled pillowcase from the floor to hide his delicate bits. “Such a strange coincidence is seeing master at hogwarts. Sir.”
For it was Master Lucius Malfoy who had appeared in the mirror oom, ready to fetch his badly behaving elf.
“Doddy, or bobby or whatever you are called, you sickening creature. Put that pillowcase that I have gratiously given you back on you and cover your filthy little cock.”
“Yes sir, master lucius sir.”
“Have I not made myself clrear that you and other of your kind are not allowed to enjoy themselfs in my household?” Lucius said in an icy tone.
Dobby shivered as he pulled the pillowcase over his haid.
“Dobby is not wanting any trouble sir. Dobby will punish himself for his misbehavings sir. Iron his ears. Cook himself in the oven for an hour, sir. Jump into boiling water.”
“As long as it is not boiling water used to cook our dinner,” Lucius said, sneering. “Now come, silly elf.”
“Come, master? But dobby is just have come,” dobby explained, forgetting that he was supposed to be afraid. “And how splendindly he did come!”
“How dare you speak to your master like that!”, Lucius said, glaring at him wildly. It would have been more effective if dobby hadn’t noticed that his cock was forming a rather formidable tent in his TROUSERS. (he is a british man, after all)
“Dobby is very sorry sir, but perhaps dobby could first serve master before punishing himself, sir?”
“Serve? Whatever do you mean, disgusting little elf?” Lucius demandedf. “You belong in the kitchen, like all your little elf friends. And occasionally in draco’s bedroom, making sure he doesn’t masturbate or do something else degrading and unsuitable for his status.”
“Oh yes, Dobby has been very good at making sure master draco is not doing unsuitable deeds,” Dobby said. “But might dobby be suggesyting thtat he could be useful in master Lucius’s bedroom, as well?”
“Master Lucius does not masterbute,” Lucius said coldly.
“Of cours is not,” Dobby quickly said. “Master lucius is a great wizard who has people and elves to serve him with his every need.”
“People and ... elves???” Lucius said, raiding one of his incredibly sexy malfoyish eyebrows at the little elf. “Are you implying..:”
“Dobby is implying nothing but that is a normal need for any master of a large, fancy, expensice, dakr, pureblood manor to have house elves occasionally do some services in the bedroom too.”
“Is that so?” Lucius said, masking his desire under a sneer that would have made severus snape envious.
He happened to glance at the mirror behind dobby, and if the bulge in his trouers had earlier been huge, now it became practically enormous, ready to rip his pants apart.
“Master... Oh dark lord...” he said, suddenly forgetting all about the elf in the room. BUT NOT FOR LONG.
“ANd is that... an elf?” he said next, seeming a little surprised at what he just saw. “Dobby?#”
“Master lucius sir, dobby it thinking it is way past time of elves and dark pureblood masters of roaming the halls of Hogwarts,” dobby said, noticing where this was going. “Is time for goings to the very wonderful Malfoy manor, dobby is thinking.”
“Oh, yes. Mnnn, do just that,” lucius moaned at the mirror. “dobby, suck me. and dark lordm, ah yes! just there, fill me with your dark cum!”
“Master is really needing to be leaving,” dobby said, seriously starting to worry now. It was already early morning, and even though this section of the castel had seemd very well guarded and stuff, it was still not a good place to be when the castel was starting to wake up.
Dobby looked at his master – a wizxard he had previously loathed, but now was suddenly starting to appreciate – and made a quick decision. He threw his final, extremely epic and admirable elf slepp at the man and they both disapparated back to the manor. (yes, elves can do that shit. bet hogwarts, a history didn’t tell you that.) When they appeared in the manor study (because dobby wasn’t stupid enouhg to apparate in to the bedroom where Narcissa, lovely but unfortunately female, would still be sleeping), they weren’t alone. The dark lord, or atlesat what looked like the dark lord (see there I did some italized shit!) was there with them. Under normal circumstances dobby would be terrified. He would disapparate and go bother Harry Potter at privet drive or whatever. But now, because he had gained new conficence after watching himself in the mirror, and because this being was a magical creation of his and probably wasn’t real, he merely confidently stripped out of his silky green pillowcase and got to the business of pleasing his master.
Punishments would be due later.
THE END
(and isn’t it hilarious how close lucius could have been to truly pleasing the dark lord? oh well, better get down on your knees and be a good little slut luciud, because merlin knows thats the only thing you’re good at)
(wow this was srprisingly coherent)