Emma Woods(Gardener)-Short-

-Emma’s Perspective-

Emma smiled as she skipped down the long hall of the manor. She was on her way back to her room to rest after spending a few hours to many in the manor’s garden. As Emma rounded the corner she spotted Kreacher Pierson up ahead just outside the door to her room. Emma knew him as the Thief, and while he did have a bit of a bad reputation around the manor, she liked to believe that deep down he was really a good guy. “Miss Emma!” Kreacher called to her. “Hello Mr. Pierson.” Emma replied, “What can I do for you today? “I’ve come to deliver a message for you.” Kreacher said. “Apparently the garden has had a surplus of toxic leaves escaping somehow. They can irritate the skin and we have to check everyone who leaves the garden to make sure they aren’t stuck to you.” Kreacher told her. “Oh, I think I did hear about that.” Emma said. “Didn’t somebody go nuts with how itchy they were?” Kreacher looked around, not making eye contact with Emma. “Oh yes, I heard a little.” He muttered. “Back to the topic on hand, Miss Woods. Is okay if I check you for any leaves that may have tagged along with you?” Emma smiles brightly. “Of course come in. Thanks for the warning!” Emma opened the door to her room and stepped inside. Kreacher followed, closing the door behind him. Emma walked over to the desk and set down her gardening toolbox. “I knew deep down he was a good guy.” Emma thought to herself. “He’s looking out for me to keep me safe after all!” Emma turned and looked at Kreacher. “What do you need me to do first?” She asked him. Kreacher pulled out some gloves and put them on. “I’m just going to check your dress, to make sure none got on you, okay?” he said, as he set down a small box of supplies he brought with him. “Sure thing! Thanks for your help Mr. Pierson!” Emma exclaimed. Kreacher makes gloves hands patted Emma down and he loosely shook the dress. Nothing fell. “So far so good. Better to be safe, this is a nice dress. It would be a shame if it got damaged.” Kreacher said. The dress was very beautiful. Layered blue and whites, white leggings and shoes, and a poofy blue and white bonnet on top. Kreacher nearly untied the string on Emma’s bonnet, letting it slowly slide off her head and onto the floor. Next his hands moved down and started to unbutton her dress. He moved quickly and precisely, making short work of the buttons. The outer dress fell to the floor, leaving Emma in the white base layer of the dress, her white leggings, and her shoes. “Would you be able to take off your shoes for me?” Kreacher asked as he picked up the fallen but of dress. “Sure of course!” Emma said as she bent down to untie her shoes. With Emma distracted, Kreacher quietly pulled a small handful of leaves out of his pocket and slipped them into the fallen dress. Kreacher turned around as Emma stood back up, shoes off as well as her leggings, exposing her small soft legs. “Good work.” Kreacher told her as he picked up the dress. Shaking it, a few of the leaves he planted fell out surprising Emma. “Oh no!” Emma gasped “You were right!” Kreacher **** back a devious smile and feigned honorable intentions. “It is quite fine Emma, you did nothing wrong. At least these didn’t touch your skin.” Kreacher told her. “Quite right.” Emma said nervously, her smile faltering slightly. “Let’s continue please.” “As you wish.” Kreacher replied. Emma turned around so Kreacher could unzip the back of Emma’s dress. The slow tug of the zipper filled the empty room with a slight tension. Emma’s skin tingled as the zipper slowly moved down her back all the way to her tailbone. Shrugging slightly, Emma’s dress slipped off revealing her slender frame. She wore a set of soft underwear, a matching pink bra and panties set. Emma moves her hands over her C cup breasts, as she turned to face Kreacher. “Is there any more? Or am I all good.” Emma asked softly. Kreacher anxiously moved his eyes over Emma’s exposed body. Her face had turned a slight red shade, her legs crossed slightly, a slight tremble in her hands. Looking down, Kreacher examines the dress for more possible leaves. “I don’t see any, so you might be okay.” Kreacher said “I’ll just have to wash these for you if that’s alright.” “Yes, yes it’s alright.” Emma stuttered. She turned and started towards her bed to sit down when Kreacher had an idea. “Wait stop!” Kreacher lunged and grabbed Emma’s back. “KYYAA!” Emma yelled in surprise as Kreacher quickly unhooked her bra and pulled it off of her. Emma sounds around in shock, her breasts bouncing wildly with the sudden turn. “What was that for?!?” Emma demanded, arms raised to hit him. “There was a leaf hooked on your strap! I had to get it off as soon as I could!” Kreacher quickly said as he backed into a defensive position. His eyes wandered up and Emma looked to match his gaze. Her eyes widened, and she spun and covered her exposed breasts. “You could at least warn me next time before-!” Emma said, crouching down and blushing. Before Emma could say anymore she felt a tug and felt a breeze as her panties slid off her feet. Trying to regain balance, Emma stumbled and fell to the floor. Rolling onto her back, Emma moaned and rubbed her head. Once again realizing her position, Emma quickly shot into a ball and looked up at Kreacher as he held her panties, a leaf stuck on the fabric. “This should be the last of it.” He proclaimed. Emma sighed and got up, one hand supporting her breasts, the other on her vagina. “Thank you Kreacher, you can go now.” Emma told him and made a move to go to her bed. “Not quite.” Kreacher said. “I have to give you the salve to help with the irritation. “Oh, right. I can do it myself.” She said reaching for the bottle of oil from his box. “No no, I insist!” Kreacher said and he moved to grab the bottle from her. Emma watched as he squeezed the bottle and shot her with a warm thick oil across her breasts and stomach. “Ah!” Emma cried out “It tingles!” Kreacher pulled out a rope and within a second had a knot around her hands and around the ceiling beam. “The oil will tickle, so I have to restrain you so you don’t smear it.” Kreacher said. “Wait no, it’s fine you don’t need to, I can do this myself.” Emma said as she struggled against the ropes. With a pull, Kreacher lifted Emma’s arms up above her head and shot more oil onto her back. Emma’s body tingled. A shiver ran through her arms and legs as an odd sensation broke out over her. He face had grown more red, her naked body exposed more without any cover. Emma gasped as Kreachers hands moved up and down her body, moving the oil across her skin, and as he massages it in. The tingling got worse as he moved his hands to her breasts. Emma shook as he kneaded her breasts in his hands, every little sensation sending shocks through her body. His hands traveled downward and she couldn’t help but let out a small moan when his hands brushed the lips of her vagina. She twitched more as he kneaded her thighs and massages her toes. Making his way back upward, his hand brushed a lot closer to her vagina. Emma gasped. She was worn and out of breath. Her hold body felt like it was alive and electrified. “Was that all oil on my legs?” Emma thought. It felt like more than what Kreacher had sprayed her with. She was powerless. The third time Kreacher moved his hand down there, Emma barely noticed. She was panting hard, her eyes flickering open and closed. Kreacher lowered the rope and Emma collapsed on the floor, nearly blacking out. “Why am I so tired?” Emma thought as she looked around the room. Emma glances up and thought she could have sworn she saw Kreacher pocketing her panties. “Is that a camera he has?” Emma wondered to herself. The world turned black for Emma, the light sounds of clicks going off as she drifted off. “He’s such a nice guy for helping me.” Emma thought.