Socks - for junesrose - Kreacher/Winky – NC-17
Title : Socks
For : junesrose
Pairing : Kreacher/Winky
Prompt : one of Dobby's socks
Words : 395
Rating : NC-17


It was bad enough when Master was at the school, but, since he'd left, that stupid Winky seems to have taken me on as some sort of special project.

Dobby was bad enough, the little freak, with his obscene collection of socks.

Socks.

Freed from Miss Narcissa by cursed Master and his socks.

But Dobby has gone with Master, taking care of him and his Mudblood and his Blood Traitor, may they rot.

May Master Draco catch them and hurt them and take them to the Dark Lord.

Winky was something of a project of the hideous Mudblood, and I will have nothing to do with her.

She lectures me on the way I speak about Master, telling me to be loyal and dedicated to him, and him only.

I do as little work as possible at Hogwarts, and have nothing to do with the troop of serious elves in their matching t-towels.

I watch people.

I wait to see if there is any way I can help Miss Narcissa and Master Draco.

If there is any way I can hand Master's stupid, slutty girlfriend over to the Dark Lord.

And I keep out of Winky's way.

I am alone; but I am used to it.

I was alone in my Mistress' house.

I lie in my nest of a bed in the vegetable storeroom and I take my prick in my hand and I think of the nights Miss Narcissa stayed at my Mistress' house.

And my eyes are closed as I picture her, with her wand between her thighs, when I feel another hand on me.

I know it must be Winky, because no one else notices me, but, if I keep my eyes closed, I can imagine it is Miss Narcissa.

"Mustn't touch it, hard male member, no," someone whispers, as the hand smooths something down my length, and I think of Miss Narcissa rolling a French letter onto me and letting me mount her.

Letting me slide inside her heat.

And the hand is stroking and stroking me and my hands move up my body to tug hard on my ears, imagining Miss Narcissa pulling on them as I move inside her.

And I cry out for Miss as I thrust into the hand and I open my eyes to see Winky peeling a spunk soaked sock off my wilting prick.
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Serves you right, junesrose.