Fifty Shades of Fruit
Chapter 4: An Elf's Work Is Never Done.
Dobby apparated in front of them, as he was called by a teacher. He took in the sight before him, his mouth open in surprise. "Do me with your elf penis, Dobby" Snape moaned. He wanted to make Dumbledore jealous. Dobby strode up to him, throwing his pillowcase away, slightly apprehensive, but at the same time, he was terribly excited. He walked over to where the man was slumped on the bed that had miraculously appeared in the dungeon. He still clutched the carrot in his hand.
"What would master like?" He inquired. "Surprise me you skank" Snape replied. Dobby pulled down his pants and revealed his monstrous elf penis. It was the size of a tree trunk! Snape quivered with pleasure. Dobby walked over, stroking his tree trunk in preparation. Snape turned around and prepared his anus. Dobby pulled his best sexy face. It aroused Snape so much with its sexiness
Dobby drew closer, his tip tickling Snape's buttocks. He drew a smiley face, and then slowly inserted. Snape cried out in joy, it felt so tight, so nice and hard. Dobby made him forget all about Dumbledore. He was no longer aware of anyone. It was just him, Dobby and his monstrous love machine. Dobby slammed into him so hard that his forehead hit the wall. Snape savoured the pain.
As he rocked back and forth with the elf behind him, his long greasy hair swung around his ears, keeping in time with the long rhythmic thrusts of Dobby. The pleasure he felt consumed him. It was almost as if a bubble of euphoria was ballooning inside of him, occasionally leading to the brief moans escaping his lips. He knew this was his destiny, always.
He forgot about Lily and carrot and Ginny. He never knew Dobby was such a good lover. Suddenly he shook he came all over the bed. Dobby wasn't finished "there are no brakes on the Dobby train," he squeaked. Dobby clicked his fingers and a passionfruit appeared. He took a bite from the passionfruit and then finished onto it.
"Dobby must go. Master Malfoy is calling me. He wants sex." Dobby said.
He then apparated. Snape longingly clutched the passionfruit to him, crooning to it with joy.
Dumbledore cried out in jealousy and he stormed out of the room. Snape's sighs of pleasure followed him; they haunted him, echoing around his head.