The pastry

You pick up the pastry. It looks like a generic dessert, with no special flourishes as far as you can see. You give it a quick sniff and smell a range of spices as well as the chocolate you’ve already seen. Cautiously, you nibble a corner of the pastry. It tastes exactly what you expect it to. Emboldened, you take a bigger bite. The combination of chocolate with the other spices makes this dessert taste a bit different than the other ones you’ve had. You can identify cinnamon, cloves and nutmeg, but there are a number that you can’t identify. Underneath it all, you taste a bitter tone that offsets the sweetness of the chocolate.

You finish the pasty in a few more bites, then wipe your hands clean. The house-elves look up at you expectantly.

“That was delicious”, you say. “I’ve never had anything like—”

You stop as a sudden wave of dizziness overwhelms you. You stumble and only manage to prevent yourself from falling by grabbing on to the edge of the table. Slowly, you lower yourself to the ground. Now, the house-elves are looking concerned.

“What else did you put in there?” you slur as you try to maintain your composure.

The house-elves go into a small huddle, then turn back to you.

“The only unusual ingredient was some pearl dust”, Scoope says. “I know you use it in some potions…”

He looks worriedly at you. You run through the potions you’ve studied in your head, trying to identify which ones use pearl dust. When you do find a match, you groan loudly. Love potions. The house-elves had to use a key ingredient in love potions.

“We must give him some space”, Scoope says.

“Dobby will get help”, Dobby says, before disappearing with a crack.

The house-elves lift you up and carry you to the centre of the kitchen. Once they’ve put you down, they begin to play with your clothes. You don’t understand what they’re doing until they pull your shirt over your head and your pants off your legs. You try to tell them not to do that, but you can’t form the words.

You had to do some reading about pearls for a Potions class. As each side effect from overexposure to pearl dust sets in, you tick it off on your mental list. Dizziness; loss of motor control; loss of ability to speak. Now, you’re just waiting for the most embarrassing symptom of all – **** arousal. Pearl dust is so essential to love potions because it causes the infatuation associated with it.

The arousal strikes all of a sudden. Your skin begins to tingle and become more sensitive. To your horror, as the house-elves try to administer to you, each of their touches makes you twitch. Each movement draws your attention down to your groin, where your cock is quickly hardening. In the last few moments before the arousal takes over you, you think about the strength of your response. You suspect that the house-elves have used pearls from the Atlantean pearl oyster, the most magical and potent species. It’s just your bad luck. Then, pleasure swamps you.

You feel small house-elf hands rub all over your body. Some of them peel off your boxers, leaving you naked. Now, their hands begin to rub your cock. You moan loudly as your orgasm approaches, but never arrives. You thrust your hips into the air, **** to get some friction on your cock, but that doesn’t help. It seems like you’re stuck on the edge.

You hear some of the house-elves talk among themselves. They’re clearly trying to help you, but you can’t make sense of the fragments of conversation that you hear.

“...the tool collection…”, “...look deep inside…”, “...reduce the swelling…”

You hear some clattering from a shelf as one of the house-elves look for something that may help you. Meanwhile, two house-elves grab your legs and pull them apart. A third elf presses a finger against your hole, which twitches at the touch. Another pair of house-elves begin to play with your balls while another methodically strokes your cock.

The house-elves squirt a cool gel over your body. Immediately, your muscles relax as it settles onto your skin. The house-elf touching your ass slides their finger inside of you. You moan as your arousal grows even more. The house-elves continue playing with you for a few more minutes. You can only lie there, moaning.

The elf removes their finger from your hole, to be replaced by a larger object. You try to clench your ass to stop the intrusion, but you can’t.

“This shouldn’t hurt much”, Scoope says quietly next to your ear.

The object pushes into you and you decide that you don’t mind its presence. The way it fills you up just increases your arousal even more. The house-elves twist the object inside you and suddenly, it’s pressing against your prostate. By now you’re moaning constantly. Your cock is throbbing but you’re still unable to cum.

All of a sudden, you feel something move inside you. At first you think that it’s just your **** arousal that’s causing this response, but you soon suspect that it’s something physical as well. When you exhale, you see a white mist come out with your breath. With each breath, the white mist grows larger.

You feel a gritty substance in your mouth, which helps your overtaxed brain work out what’s happening. Most of the pearl dust hasn’t been absorbed by your system and this is your body’s way of removing it. You exhale once more. It must have been the last of the pearl dust, because you feel your body break as your orgasm crashes over you.

Your eyes roll back in your head and your hips thrust up as you begin to cum. The house-elves just manage to get out of the way as you climax. This earth-shattering orgasm is so strong that you’re barely conscious by the end of it. The pearl dust begins to rain down on you. You fuzzily remind yourself to stay away from the substance in the future.

When you finally open your eyes, you see that Dobby has returned. As he promised, the house-elf has brought some help. Ron grins down at you. You notice that he isn’t looking away from your face.

“Looks like you’ve gotten yourself in a bit of trouble”, he says.

You look down at your body and see the mixture of cum, gel and pearl dust coating it. You notice that the object the house-elves fucked you with – a small rolling pin – has rolled away from you. Scoope is anxiously holding your clothes.

“Let me get dressed”, you mutter.

As Ron helps you up, you decide you need to rest before looking for more ingredients.