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With a nude, female house-elf pressing him back to his headboard, Harry balks again. "Winky, wait, I can't do this. Hermione would never forgive me." Privately, he also thinks how improbable it is that she can give him assistance. Harry looks her up and down again. She is two feet tall, at the most, and her hand would fit into his palm. She has large gray eyes that stick up in a way that reminds him a little of Luna, her ears fold over a bit and make her look a little like a large puppy. This thought disturbs him. "Is this bestiality?" He is reminded of something that he overheard about a dog and some peanut butter from Piers when he slept over at Dudley's. He feels himself wilt a little at the concept. Yet she has the shape that he would look for in a woman. Her breasts are a little large for her body, though, about the size of tangerines. Her waist is small and compact, and her hips flair out gently into a surprisingly round and firm backside. Her skin has a slightly grayish cast, as well. Harry's examination rouses his member again, of course. It has never been the brightest thing, but what do you expect from an appendage?

"I don't want you to do anything that you don't want to do, Winky," says Harry.

The very naked house elf sits on Harry's bed, looking conflicted. Her legs splay out in front of her. "Good house-elves are always glad to serve their masters any way they can."

Harry shakes his head and looks Winky squarely in the eyes. "That doesn't count. If I make you do something like this without your consent, it's called rape, and it is very shameful where I come from."

Winky shakes her head and looks up at Harry shamefully. "Can Winky tell Master Harry a secret?"

Harry smiles, "Of course, Winky."

"Master, Winky likes doing it. It is her favorite chore to do. It makes Master really happy with her, and Winky likes it a lot, too!" She starts bouncing up and down on the bed

"So, Winky, if you are willing, I could use a little help."

Winky's eyes light up and she claps her hands with a huge smile on her face. She stands up on the bed, clambers between Harry's legs and kneels down. She grasps Harry's member and tilts her head from side to side, inspecting it from all angles. "Winky thinks that Master is very big—it is as long as Winky's arm!"

Harry is nervous, as this is the first time that he could remember that anyone else had touched him below the waist. Winky's gray eyes sparkle as she puts both hands on Harry's erection. "They aren't even large enough to wrap around me with both hands," Harry thought. Winky lowers her head over the glans of his penis and starts suckling and moving her head up and down the first few inches of his penis. She moves both of her hands over the length. Harry felt himself stiffen—in both senses of the word—at the sensation of the firm, yet gentle, suction and warmth from Winky's mouth.

Winky's hands start to twist in a helix motion around Harry's shaft, and after less than a minute Harry starts to feel a tingling in his belly. The muscles in his thighs and butt start to contract. "Um, Winky I'm about to … you know," says Harry. Winky looks up at him again and seems to smile, although in Harry's opinion, that should be anatomically impossible with her mouth as obstructed as it was. She slightly speeds up the pace of her bobbing, moving one of her hands down to caress his balls and her other hand stroking the underside of his penis.

Harry lets out a cry and bucks his hips as he climaxes into her mouth. The force and amount that he ejaculates is amazing; it feels totally different than when he gets himself off. It seems that he is shooting for minutes, each contraction is like a bit of painless lightning lancing from his head to his groin and then to his toes. He clenches both hands on the sheets, causing the scabs on his right hand to burn at the strain.

As he lies panting, momentarily spent and sweating , Winky pulls back her head and leans back, her eyes bright and her skin faintly flushed. It gives her a warm glow, making her skin look almost human in color, as opposed to her usually grayish cast. "Oh, Master Harry! Thank you very much for your kind gift!" She starts to rub one of her breasts, and she slides her other hand into the cleft between her thighs. Harry's attention is caught by the motion of her lower hand, and he sees her fingers spread her nether lips. She shows that she is reddish pink inside. Winky notices his interest and asks him, "Would the master like a closer look?" Without waiting for a reply, she scooches up on to his upper chest. "Go ahead Master: touch, smell, taste, explore!"

Using his left hand, he strokes Winky's inner thigh. It feels soft and velvety compared to his own skin. He runs his hand up her thigh to her mound, which was slightly covered with fine green hairs glistening with moisture; it feels almost hot to the touch. He runs his finger along her crevice, and she stiffens slightly when he nears the apex.

"Open the treasure and find the pearl, Master Harry." She spreads her self open again and shifts closer to his face. Her sex is less than six inches from his nose, and he can smell a heady, musky perfume emanating from her.

He leans his head closer since he isn't wearing his glasses and finds that inside there is another pair of lips. Running his left index finger over the folds, right near the apex is what looks like a very tiny unripe pinkish cherry. When his finger bumps it, Winky hisses again and Harry glances up, concerned. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you, Winky."

She looks down at him with a fevered look on her face and says, "No, Master Harry, those were good sounds; you were making similar sounds a few minutes ago."

Wondering if she tasted like she smelled and trying to return the pleasure that she gave him moments before, he dips his head further forward and kisses what he assumes was what she referred to as her 'pearl'. Harry finds it ironic that his first kiss is with the lower lips of a house-elf.

Winky hums in pleasure and moves the rest of the way forward until she is pressed against his face.

"More please, Master!"

Harry darts his tongue to get a taste and finds that while her taste isn't as strong as her smell, it has a characteristic all its own. Harry starts to lick her like an ice cream cone, using long, broad strokes.

Winky frowns slightly and asks, "Would Master like Winky to educate how a woman likes to be tasted?"

Harry nods his head.

"Then stick out your tongue, straight out." She lifts her butt up and centers the tip of his tongue over the nub, she then starts to buck, roll and twist her hips, causing Harry's tongue to pass over it from different directions and different pressures. "Now, put your mouth over it, flick your tongue inside your mouth and suck a little."

Harry does as directed, and Winky jerks and gasps, making rhythmic moans of pleasure and causing Harry's mouth to fill with a tasteless fluid.

Winky sighs and looks over her shoulder. She sees Harry's cock is back to its former glory. "Well, that was enough time."

"Enough time for what?" Harry asked.

"Winky found that her former master was a little too quick the first time, but if Winky was good the first time, the second time was worth the effort." Winky eases her sex off of his face and steps down to his erection, straddling his hips. "Winky thinks that Master Harry would like to see this." She squats over him, and with her hand on his chest lowers herself down slowly onto his dick. Inch by inch, she takes his nine inches into herself.

Harry is amazed, and asks, "How do you do that?"

Winky smiles at him and just says, "Magic."

The sensation of warm pressure being wrapped around him is indescribable, and Harry replies "I love Magic!"

She starts to go up and down with vigor, moaning and thrashing. Harry reaches up to her breasts and fondles them. "Pinch the nipples!" she screeches. She rides him hard, crashing her pelvis into his until she gasps and collapses. A few breathless moments later, she pushes herself up. "We are not done yet." While still impaled upon him, she throws one leg over his chest and twists herself around so that her back is facing him. "Grab onto my hips and get up on your knees."

Harry places his hands around her slender waist, and while holding her, gets up on his knees. He notices that she weighs thirty pounds, if an ounce. Winky reaches out and grasps one of the bedposts, and Harry starts to slide gently into her. "Harder!" Harry speeds up his pace, and light slapping sounds are caused when their pelvises meet. "Harder! Call me a bad house-elf who didn't do her chores. Slap my ass and pull my ears, you pale skinned fucker!" Winky lets go of the bedpost and puts her face down on the mattress.

Harry starts to really put his back into it and lengthens his strokes to put the most force into his thrusts as possible. His first thrust rings out like a slap across the face, pushing Winky forward on the bed causing her to push back with her hands. "Winky, you are a bad and dirty house-elf!" He attempts to time his stokes with a firm slap to her backside, but finds that it is hard to do with such a small moving target. Instead , he grabs one of her large, bat-like ears in his fists and uses that as another handhold to jam her onto his dick as forcefully as possible. Winky starts crying out, squeaking like a new chew toy in the jaws of Aunt Marge's dog, Ripper.

He pounds into Winky, sometimes holding her back to his chest with one hand as his other hand grabs her breast and tweaks her nipples. He can't last much longer as his strokes get jerkier from his loss of concentration. His body screams out for him to attend to the sensations of his body.

Winky looks at him and says, "Winky thinks that Master might like to pull out and cum all over her face and breasts?"

Harry is too far gone to even notice. As he feels his balls start to tighten and leak a little fluid, Winky reaches between their legs and starts stroking his balls again. Her other hand starts to rub her clitoris, causing her to have another orgasm. Harry feels Winky's pussy clamp down and start to undulate, also kicking into the 'Little Death'. His eyes roll back and his vision bursts into fire as he empties into her until he collapses to the bed. With her on top of him. He feels a pleasant sense of peacefulness and emptiness.

Winky climbs off of him and lays her head on his chest. "Thank you, Master," she says, in a deeper, less squeaky tone.

Harry looks down and jerks; Winky looks a little different—her ears and eyes are smaller and the color of her gray eyes has changed to a pale, khaki green. She now looks, for lack of a better word, 'elfin'. "Um, Winky, what just happened? Why do you look different?" asks Harry.

"As I am sure you can guess, I am your bonded house-elf, right?"

Harry had, indeed, guessed that much, and he hoped that Dobby wouldn't expect the same treatment.

Judging by the look on Harry's face, she continues, "I became your bonded house-elf when you made me burn my clothes. The sex was a benefit, definitely not a requirement. What else you didn't know is why I suggested you pull out."

Harry looks affronted. "When did you say that?"

She smiles. "About five seconds before you came." Winky looks down at Harry's right hand and sees that the scabs on his wound had burst and now were bleeding. "Let me fix that for you." With a wave of her hand, the skin knits together without a scar.

Harry glances over at her and asks, "Could you have done that at any time?"

"Oh, yes," she replies.

"Then why didn't you?"

"Quite simple, Master Harry. I was horny. I didn't expect to be so lucky, however."

"Okay, quit dodging the question: What happened to you?"

TBC