Hermione sat on her sofa, laptop open, staring at the report she was supposed to be working on for the Department of Mysteries but she just couldn't focus. She'd spend her morning in her office sniffing different love and lust potions trying to figure out the exact parts of the brain each one impacted. Normally this wouldn't have bothered her, but it had been months since she'd been laid and the fumes had made her horny as fuck.

Not being able to stand the smell in her office anymore, she'd returned home to finish her report in the clean air of her flat. Whilst the breathing was easier, the ache between her thighs had not abated at all. It was after work hours already so the rest of her report would have to wait until later. She needed to come.

Closing out of her work folders, she found her favourite literary porn, as Ginny called it, and turned it on, fast-forwarding to the steamier section. The smooth voice of the audiobook narrator filled her sitting room as she slowly removed her clothes. Leaning back on her sofa, she spread her thighs and began to run her hands over her body.

She tweaked each nipple until they were hard, every touch of her fingers sending shockwaves down her body. Her audiobook began to describe the British woman being pleasured by the Jamaican bellboy whilst on vacation and she let her right hand travel down between her ample thighs, following his path. She allowed her moans to fill her flat as she worked her body higher and higher.

"Her milky white thighs were spread like a Chrismas lunch, ready for him to devour."

She could see it clearly in her mind. The woman, laid out on her bed, her legs open and her pussy sparkling with desire as she waited for her lover to feast on her body. If only she had her own lover to play with her, pleasure her. A small shudder ran through her body as she pinched her nipple harder than before.

"His big black member quivered in delight as he plunged into her dripping quim."

"If this is what you're into, Hermione, I'd be more than happy to lend a hand. Or tongue. Or cock."

Hermione yelped as Kingsley's deep voice sounded from next to her. She'd forgotten they were going to go out for holiday drinks. Her fingers were still buried in her pussy as she looked to see him standing next to her, eyebrow raised and eyes dark with desire. Her book continued to play, the erotic story filling her sitting room and she couldn't help but imagine him in the male role. Fuck she wanted him.

"Now, go ahead and take those fingers from your cunt, doll," he told her. "You'll need something a little larger to get ready for me."

Nodding, she slipped her fingers from her centre and waited for him to tell her what to do next. He undid his cloak, leaving him in jeans and a tight t-shirt and she licked her lips at the way he looked in them. He had to be aware of the effect he had on women. His shoes and socks were removed and he beckoned her towards him. Standing, she turned her book off and walked into his arms.

"How about we stay in tonight and I can show you how much better I am than any book you've read. Words on a page have nothing on a thick cock. I can fill you in ways no amount of fiction can."

"Please," she whimpered, needing him.

"Good girl. Take me to your room, doll."

Leading him down the hall to her bedroom, she thought about covering her naked body but resisted. She'd gained weight in the years since the war and was normally a little uncomfortable about the way her body looked. But the way his eyes lingered on her body made her feel like there was nothing wrong with the extra weight she had.

As soon as they were in her room, Kingsley stripped the rest of his clothes from his body and stood before her. Dragons balls! That's a big dick. Kingsley had not been lying when he said it would take a more than her fingers to ready her body for his cock. Her mouth was watering just looking at him. She had a moment of panic wondering if it would even fit, but as far as she could tell in the five seconds it took to look him over, the Arithmany equations were on her side.

"Don't be scared, doll," he whispered. "I'll get you ready for me. Now, why don't you get on that bed and I can… what did your book say? Devour you like Christmas pudding?"

Laying on the bed, she watched him crawl up the bed and once again worry about her body rushed through her. Would he hate her stretch marks? Why hadn't she thought to glamour her scar from fifth year? What if he thought her thighs were too thick? She actually loved the way she filled out her jeans now, but maybe now that he saw her without clothes he'd be turned off by the cellulite.

His lips brushed against her ankles before he began to kiss his way up her legs. As he reached her knees, he pulled her thighs apart and let out a small groan. His hands rested on either thigh, holding her open but he didn't touch her where she wanted him most. Instead, his lips were still kissing each thigh, showering them with his attention.

Moving up, his thick lips traced over the slight indent of her hips, tongue flicking out, repainting each stretch mark and scar from the war, worshipping her, touching each thing she hated about her body and encouraging she love it once again with his mouth alone. He smirked at her as he rose higher, his mouth kissing the underside of each breast.

"You are exquisite, doll."

She blushed at his praise then moaned as he wrapped his mouth around one of her hard nipples and began to flick his tongue against it. Her hand wrapped around the back of his neck as he moved to the other breast, giving it the same attention. Her hips started to rock against him and he pulled away from her with a loud pop.

His lips finally found hers for the first time and she was pretty sure she melted. The way his pillowed against hers, covering her mouth completely was something she'd never experienced before. His kiss was sensual and his tongue invaded her mouth. If she was standing, her knees would be weak. As it was, she lifted her legs, wrapping them around his hips.

"Now, now, doll," he said, breaking the kiss. "I need to get you ready for me."

"Please," she begged, dropping her legs from his hips. "Touch me, Kings."

Pressing one more kiss to her lips, he rolled them over so they were laying on their sides. He moved her leg over his hip again, opening her up to him. His fingers were on her clit, stroking her bundle of nerves before moving down to tease her opening. He pressed one finger into her and she moaned as her body clenched around it, so primed to come that she couldn't hold on any longer.

"So fucking tight around my finger, doll. You're going to feel amazing around my cock." He pulled his digit from her and replaced it with two. He began to scissor them, stretching her channel. "Lay back for me. I want to see you."

Moving onto her back, she looked between her thighs and watched as his fingers moved in and out, glistening with her want. His face blocked her view as his mouth wrapped around her clit. She felt a moments loss when his fingers left her body but rejoiced as he worked three into her. He was rolling his tongue over her most sensitive spot and her eyes began to close from the intensity of his ministrations.

His free hand found her breast and she grasped it in her own. He moved his hand out from under hers and placed her hand directly on her chest, intertwining their fingers. He never stopped licking her or stretching her cunt as he moved their fingers to begin to play with her nipple. He must have been satisfied that she would keep going because he moved to her other breast, teasing her the same way.

Her body tightened as she moved closer and closer to the edge. Opening her eyes, she looked between her thighs and Kingsley met her gaze, winking at her before moaning against her pussy. The vibrations of his deep voice gave her the push she needed and she fell apart around him.

"Kingsley," she said, tapping her hand against his head to get him to stop kissing her over sensitive sex. "I want you."

"Are you ready for my big black member to plunge into your dripping quim, or whatever that shite was?" he asked.

"Well, it is very big."

"And black. I love the way it looks against your pale skin." He slapped his hard cock against her wet cunt. "Look at how good that looks. Don't you think the contrast is sexy?"

"Yes!"

He lined his cock up with her opening and with her nod of consent, he pushed into her, filling her to the point that it was a half-step below painful. Good thing he had already stretched her out with his fingers. Gripping her legs, he helped her wrap them around his waist.

Hermione loved the way the dark skin of his hands looked on her white hips, the way her pale legs stood out against his body. Their colouring was opposite yet they fit together like they were made for each other. It was like watching her favourite dirty books come to life around her.

"Fuck, doll," Kingsley cried out. "So fucking tight. So perfect. I want you to ride me. I want to see my black cock plunging in and out of that white cunt as you bounce up and down on it."

Her pussy felt empty as he pulled out and laid down on the bed next to her. Her heart was pounding at the idea of being on top of him. She loved to ride cock, but it wasn't the most flattering position to show off her body. Everything moved, jiggling with each bounce. He must have been able to read the hesitation in her face and guessed what she was thinking.

"I wouldn't be with you if I didn't think you were sexy. Come get on my dick and I'll fuck you so hard you'll forget to be self-conscious."

Chuckling, she took him at his word and straddled his hips. She grasped his cock in her hand, shocked at how big it felt. He groaned out loud at her touch and she saw his eyes were trained on her fingers.

"Fucking hell, doll. I love the way your hand looks on my cock. Put it in your tight pussy. Let me have you again."

"You're going to have me?" she asked, moving down so the head of his dick was just touching her opening. "Because it feels like I'm about to have you, Kings." She lowered herself, letting him fill her halfway. "And once I've had you, you're never going to want anyone else."

"Merlin, Hermione," he growled. "With a cunt like yours, why would I? My dick is yours, doll. Show me how you like to play with it."

"Damn right it's mine."

Allowing herself to drop fully onto his cock, she cried out as he filled her once again. The stretch was everything she wanted and didn't know she needed. Bracing her hands on his chest, she began to move up and down, letting his hard length hit all the right places in her. His hands came up and grabbed her tits, his fingers rolling her nipples between then. Desire shot through her at the way his skin looked against hers, urging her to fuck him harder, faster.

"Yes! Bounce on that cock! Take your pleasure from me!"

Moving one hand to her clit, she began to move faster. He supported her jiggling tits in his hands as his fingers continued to play with her hard nipples. Wave after wave of pleasure was shooting through her body at the way he seemed to stimulate every part of her. Their eyes met again and her heart seemed to melt when he gave her a little half-smile. The sexy man below her was going to be the death of her. His fingers tightened around her nipples, twisting them slightly and she came without warning, screaming his name as she shuddered on top of him.

Body going weak, she began to fall towards him, but he caught her in his arms and held onto her as he pumped his cock faster into her spasming cunt. His breathing was ragged as he spilt himself deep inside her core. When his body finally stilled, he rolled them to the side, keeping his softening cock buried in her.

"That was not what I had planned on doing tonight, doll," he said, kissing the top of her head. "But, I plan on doing that every night from here on out."

"Next time you can do the work, Kings. My legs are tired," she told him with a laugh.

"Deal."

A/N: Happy Cockmas my little cock lovers! Many thanks to my Dungeon Dolls who encouraged me in this instalment. More than half of the ideas for Cockmas came from my Dolls and I couldn't be more grateful.

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