The Gremlin's House Elf Holiday

This story is set in the world of the Harry Potter book and movie series. House Elves were the unseen backbone of Wizarding society. They cook, they clean, they do the jobs wizard and witches don't want - without them wizarding Britain would come apart at the seams. The life of a house elf is often thankless, compelled to do the bidding of their masters by their own biology, they're often underappreciated if not outright mistreated by many in the magic community. Some might think that the existence of a house elf is one of misery and despair - and they'd be right to an extent. However-There are some benefits to being a house-elf that can not be understated. The Wizard Elf-Treaty of 1267 is one of the oldest, still binding laws in the wizarding world. House Elves first came into contact and began learning human languages in the 800s AD. Wizards quickly saw that they were perfect for menial and demeaning labor. But things weren't as easy early on, as wizards did not fully understand the elves. House Elves are docile, obedient creatures - when their balls are empty. The thing about House Elf physiology, males specifically, is that they have a VERY active libido, and have constant waves of heat throughout their long lives. They breed like rabbits, and when they're blocked from their natural urges, they get a bit…horny. After the 4th rampage of house elves through the streets, The wizards of the time realized they had to do something. Hence The Wizard Elf Treaty of 1267, in which in exchange for continued servitude to wizarding kind, house elves were given certain permissions. Those permissions being free reign to the witches of the nation. Yes, the witches had to bite the proverbial wand on this one. In lieu of rights and freedom, elves were given the right to fuck any witch they wanted, any time they didn't have a task - with VERY few exceptions. Now one might think that sounds grotesque, horrible, and wildly patriarchal, and again, they'd be right in a sense. But there were some practical reasons for this decision. First - It remedied the problem of the elves' libido. House Elves didn't seem to discriminate by species. When they were in heat, they'd rut against anything they could get. This led to some problems with women being accosted by elves, pinned down and fucked into the ground for days on end. With this law, it was less likely that one unfortunate woman who happened upon a group of elves in heat would have to bear the brunt of their cocks. Every woman in society would play their part, making things fair for all. Second - The early reports of woman being raped by elves found a startling discovery. It seemed as if elves were capable of impregnating witches! Not only that, the gestation period was startling quick, with witches having full bellies in less than 2 months. Further, it seemed there was something special about Elf DNA and semen. Despite the witches being bred, it seemed the offspring always came out as 100% elf. It didn't take long for the elites to discover that they could potentially have an unending supply of elf labor. While House Elves did have naturally long lives, they often died from accidents, and unsafe working conditions as well as general neglect. So despite some protests from witches naturally the law was in effect. Now Wizards weren't COMPLETE depraved bastards. Elves could only use women of a certain age - the children naturally had to be protected. That in turn led to one of largest and most powerful confundus charms in magic, cast over all of Wizarding Britain. The underage could not perceive, or even comprehend the lewd actions of the house elves until they came of age, meaning kids could be at the dinner table none the wiser that their mother was bent over it, face mushed into her dinner plate as an elf railed her from behind. Despite how barbaric this all sounded, the treaty did in fact have it's intended results. Incidents with pent up elves plummeted, while the number of elf labor went up. Wizarding Britain went right on along, but that didn't mean there weren't those who found issue with it. Sometimes other magical beings like goblins who run the Gringotts Wizarding Bank, ghouls who dwell in the attics of wizard homes and trolls who work as heavy labour would also pay gold coins to house elves in exchange for letting them fuck the witches of their households. This is because there is a loophole in the Wizard-Elf Treaty; it does not specifically states anything about an elf letting someone else fuck his witches in his place. Many house elves have become rich by turning their households into full fledged brothels, usually without the consent of the witches even though the witches of these households are the owners of the property and the house elves. Then there are The Gremlins was a name given to a group of particularly horny elves at Hogwarts. They were all a queasy shade of green with rough skin, they were taller than most other elves, coming in at a whopping 4'1 on average, and their cocks were fat and covered in bumps and studs. Some thought they must have had small traces of ogre in them. Hogwarts often used them for heavier lifting and more labor intensive tasks at the school . They gained a reputation of being very MESSY with the girls they used. When not working, they essentially roved the school like a gang. This story is about James, an 18 year old student of Hogwarts. He have come home for holidays which is located in Diagon Alley. He lives there with his beautiful 38 year old mother whose name is Samantha and her 22 year old elder sister Emily. His family owns 4 house elves. Their names are Kreacher, dobby, Smeagly and Herpy. Among them, Kreacher is the head house elf of the household, responsible for running the household and managing the other elves. He is a bit taller than the average house elf and slender figure but bores a huge penis. Kreacher has a commanding presence, with a quiet authority that demands respect. He is grumpy, short tempered and has a dirty mouth which he likes to use on the female witches of the household. He is a pervert and full of lust for witches.

The fireplace roared green as James stumbled out, brushing soot off his robes. Home for the holidays—but the house smelled thicker than he remembered. Something humid. Musky. His mother’s high-pitched gasp cut through the quiet. Then a wet slap. Then another. James followed the sound to the dining room, where the table rocked under the weight of his mother, Samantha, face pressed into a half-eaten roast. Her dress hiked up around her waist, bare ass flushed red from the relentless pounding of Kreacher’s hips. The house elf’s cock was monstrous—thick, veiny, slapping against her soaked cunt with each thrust. His bony fingers dug into her hips, pulling her back onto him with a grunt. "Fucking useless witch," Kreacher snarled. "Twelve years serving this family and you still clench like a virgin." Samantha whimpered, fingers scrambling against the wood. Her sister Emily knelt under the table, mouth stretched around Smeagly’s knobby cock while Dobby fucked her from behind. James froze. He knew the law. Knew the treaty. But seeing it—his mother’s tits swaying as Kreacher drilled into her, Emily’s muffled moans—hit differently. Kreacher spotted him first. A slow grin split his wrinkled face. "Little master’s home," he crooned, not stopping. "Want to watch? Or join?"

James' throat went dry as Kreacher's words hung in the air. His mother’s thighs trembled, slick with sweat and the elf’s dripping arousal. "J-James—" Samantha gasped, cheeks flushed, but Kreacher yanked her hair back, silencing her with a rough thrust. Dobby cackled from under the table, his stubby fingers gripping Emily’s hips as his thick cock pistoned into her. "Young master should taste witch cunt," he giggled. "Kreacher’s made it nice and loose!" A wet pop echoed as Emily released Smeagly’s cock, her lips glistening. "Don’t just stand there," she panted, reaching for James’ belt with shaky hands. "You think we *want* to be their sloppy seconds?" Smeagly grabbed a fistful of her hair, dragging her mouth back onto him. "Witches don’t get choices," he growled. Kreacher’s thrusts turned erratic, his swollen cock pulsing inside Samantha. "Gonna fill this greedy hole," he grunted, claws biting into her flesh. "Make more elves for your brat to boss around." James’ robe fell open—his cock already hard, betraying him.

Kreacher’s laugh was a ragged, gloating sound as he saw James’ arousal. “Little master likes watching,” he taunted, hips snapping harder into Samantha’s cunt. “Bet he wants to know how it feels to sink into witch flesh.” Emily moaned around Smeagly’s cock, saliva trailing down her chin as Dobby’s balls slapped against her ass. One of her hands reached back, fingers twining into James’ robes, dragging him closer. "Touch me," she whimpered—half command, half plea. "Before they ruin me for you." James’ fingers brushed her flushed skin, tracing the stretch of her lips around Smeagly’s girth. The elf groaned, thrusting deeper down her throat, and Emily gagged, tears spilling. Kreacher’s rhythm stuttered, his cock twitching inside Samantha. “That’s it, witch—squeeze me like you mean it,” he snarled, slamming home. Hot spurts pulsed into her, her body jolting with each thick load. Dobby’s grip tightened on Emily’s waist as he fucked her faster, his stubby fingers leaving bruises. “Your turn, little master,” he giggled. “Show us what wizard cock can do.” Smeagly pulled free from Emily’s mouth with a wet *pop*, grinning as she gasped for air. “Or is he scared?” James’ breath hitched. His mother lay panting on the table, Kreacher’s cum leaking down her thighs. Emily’s cunt glistened, stretched and used—waiting. He unbuckled his trousers. The elves watched, hungry.

Narcissa Malfoy arched against the silk sheets, her pale thighs spread wide as two house elves worked between them—one lapping eagerly at her swollen clit while the other pumped his thick, knotted cock in and out of her dripping pussy. Her fingers twisted in the sheets, back bowing as pleasure coiled tight in her belly. "You filthy little things," she gasped, watching them through half-lidded eyes. The elf at her cunt growled, his tongue flicking faster. The other gripped her hips, his thrusts turning brutal. Across the room, Lucius lay sprawled in an armchair, robes open, stroking himself lazily. His gaze flicked between his wife’s debauched display and the sight of Bellatrix bent over the chaise, her ass bouncing under the relentless pounding of three elves at once—one in her cunt, one in her ass, the third forcing his cock down her throat. Guttural moans spilled from Bella’s lips around the thick shaft, her eyes rolling back. One elf pinched her nipples hard, twisting until she screamed. "Disgusting," Lucius murmured—but his hand moved faster. The elf between Narcissa’s legs suddenly stilled, his cock throbbing deep inside her. "Mistress takes elf seed so well," he rasped, emptying himself with a shudder. Narcissa’s breath hitched as warmth flooded her. "Again," she demanded, rolling her hips. "Harder." The dining room doors burst open. Draco stood frozen in the doorway, his silver eyes widening—but his cock strained against his trousers. Bella lifted her head, lips slick with spit. "Oh good," she purred. "We needed another hole."