A/N: The last day of Cockmas! (sobs)

Stepping through the Floo into Malfoy Manor, Hermione's breath caught at the transformation it had gone through since she'd left for work earlier in the day. The entrance hall was always grand but the large Christmas trees and fir garland, all covered in fairy lights and sparkling baubles, was something else.

The air was filled with the smell of evergreen trees and spices and was so perfectly Christmas that she couldn't help the frisson of excitement that filled her. This was her favourite time of year. Everyone seemed happier, and the number of donations her charity received always tripled during the holiday season.

Her heels clicked on the marble floor as she made her way to Lucius' study. Normally she liked to go home and put on comfortable clothes before heading to her boyfriend's house, but it was their six month anniversary and she wanted to dress up. And Merlin knew Lucius had a thing for high heels. Luckily with charms, her little black dress and five-inch heels were as cosy as her pyjamas.

Halfway to her destination, Lucius met her in the hallway. A huge smile spread across his face and he wrapped her in his arms, swinging her around like he hadn't seen her less than ten hours before. Setting her down, he kept her in his arms.

"You need to quit that job of yours, darling," he told her playfully, "I hate that you're gone all day."

"But if I don't leave, then you'll never have time to miss me," she retorted.

They'd been having the same playful discussion for the last five months. Being a rich man, Lucius didn't have to work. He enjoyed spending his days reading, going to the Ministry to pressure people into passing bills, and taking care of his two loves: his potions greenhouse and his blasted peacocks.

"Move in with me?" he asked her quietly. It was the first time she'd ever heard him sound anything close to unsure.

"I did just receive the new lease to sign to stay in my flat another year," she told him. "Guess I could move out instead. On one condition."

"What's that?"

"One day a week, we give the elves the night off and cook dinner together. In the kitchens."

"Can we use magic to clean up?"

"Absolutely." There was no way she was cleaning up by hand if she didn't need to.

"Deal."

He pulled her close and pressed his lips to hers and she could feel his happiness pouring out of him, mixing with her own. She'd never thought that accepting a dance with Lucius at the annual War Memorial Ball seven months before would lead to anything more than a few pictures in the papers talking about healing old wounds. But that dance turned into five, and then an invitation to dinner, and then a few more dates before she allowed him to take her home.

One look at his large library and she was hooked.

His large cock, personality, and good looks were just the icing on the cake.

"I want a snack to celebrate," he said, breaking the kiss. "Join me in the dining room?"

Hermione took his hand and they walked down the long corridor together. When she'd first visited him here, she didn't think she'd ever be comfortable in his large home, but now it felt like her own house. And pretty soon it would be.

Entering the dining room, she was surprised to see that there were no plates on the table. It had been decorated for the season though and the smell of Christmas continued in this room. Lucius had said he wanted a snack and normally the elves would already have a spread laid out for them before they arrived. He paused at the head of the table to pull her towards him, turning them so they faced the mirrors that lined one wall.

"Look how perfect you look in my arms, darling." He pressed a kiss to the top of her head. "Now get up on that table. I'm hungry."

"Get on the…" she trailed off. "Lucius, what are you on about? I thought you were hungry?"

"I am. For that sweet little treat between your thighs, my dear." He magicked her clothes away, leaving her in just her heels. "Now get up on that table."

Her pussy clenched at his demanding tone and she moved onto the table, laying back and opening her thighs. If he wanted a snack, she'd give him the whole spread.

He kneeled on the floor between her legs. Reaching for her leg, he lifted it, kissing the smooth skin as he placed it over his shoulder. His lips travelled towards her core, his tongue darting out to taste her every few kisses. Her body was tingling with anticipation when he kissed her inner thigh but then he pulled back slightly, his breath ghosting over her core.

Their eyes met and she could feel him boring into her soul with his gaze. It was like he was seeing past all her layers into her very essence. Her breathing slowed, matching his own steady pace as they seemed to melt together and become one person. He placed his hand on the middle of her chest, not to hold her down, but almost as if he wanted to deepen their connection.

"Look at you, my darling." His words washed over her sex, the little puffs of air driving her mad. "So sweet and delicious. Like a dessert made just for me."

His tongue flicked against her clit. Just enough to have her begging for more, but not enough to satisfy her.

"And look at this little cherry on top."

Her head fell to the side and she looked at their reflection in the mirrors next to the table. The sight was so erotic. Her tan skin contrasted with the dark wood of the table and her leg looked longer than normal with her heels still on. Lucius was fully dressed between her thighs and the tableau it made was turning her on even more. The perfect aristocrat with his moaning witch. Sophistication and wantonness.

"Lucius," she groaned out, propping herself up on her elbows. "I need you. Please. Fuck me."

"Look at me." He waited for her eyes to lock on his again. "I would, my darling girl, but I am busy at the moment. I want to feast on you. I want you begging — screaming. I want your come dripping all over my hands, face, and this table before I even consider giving you what you want."

His mouth hovered over her sex, not giving her what she needed.

"I love you."

His lips found her clit and he pressed a gentle kiss to the bundle of nerves.

"I love how you taste."

Another kiss and a flick of his tongue against her clit.

"I love how smooth your skin is."

Kiss

"I love how wet you get for me."

His tongue swirled around her opening.

"I love how you scream my name when you come."

He swiped from her opening to circle around her bud.

"I love the way you're already dripping for me."

His fingers finally touched her aching core and she felt how they slid on her slick skin as he traced down her outer lips.

"I love the way your greedy little hole is twitching for me. Just begging to be filled."

His tongue darted into her, thrusting in and out. She cried when he pulled back.

"Is that what you want, my darling?"

His fingers were tracing her opening and at her cry of yes, please! he pushed them inside.

Her eyes slammed closed as a strong orgasm ripped through her when he entered her. She'd never come from a few light touches, but she was gone to him. The way he was worshipping her was like nothing she'd experienced before. Encouraging her, his fingers were moving slowly in and out of her, prolonging her pleasure. She could feel how wet she was, could hear it as his fingers moved.

"My darling, look at me," he said, his breath on her sensitive cunt causing her to shiver. "Keep your eyes on me."

Forcing her eyes open, she found his and he gave her a wink. Lowering his head, he kept their eye contact as he latched onto her clit and sucked down hard, just the way she liked. It was so intense that she closed her eyes again, only for them to pop back open when he stopped his delicious sucking. As soon as their gaze met, he began to pleasure her with his mouth once more.

His hand, still resting on her chest, moved to massage one of her breasts and he began to pump his other fingers in and out of her.

"I love you, my darling. My queen. My love," he told her. "My everything."

She opened her mouth to reply. To tell him how much she loved him. How she never wanted to be apart from him again. How being with him was the best thing to happen to her. But his mouth returned to her core and the ability to say anything more than the gasp of his name was beyond her.

Quicker than she thought possible, another wave of arousal rolled over her, tossing her in the surf of arousal as she screamed his name. She didn't need him to tell her how wet she was as he had before. She could feel it dripping from her, around his fingers, down her arse. His wish that she cover his face, hand, and table was complete. He'd pulled every amount of pleasure from her body and she could feel the evidence.

The smile on his face was larger than any she'd seen from him before when he pulled back from her. His face was wet with her desire and another shiver of anticipation fluttered through her.

"What do you desire, Hermione?" he asked. "What other pleasure can I give you?"

"Fuck me, Lucius," she begged again, hoping he'd give in to her. "Please. I need you."

Nodding, he slipped her leg from his shoulder and stood. Their eye contact broke as he began to remove his clothes and she dropped from her propped up position to lay flat on the table. Turning her head to look in the mirror once again, she was surprised to see herself. Her body was flushed and her eyes were glassy. For someone who hadn't had a cock in her, she looked well shagged. She watched as Lucius' reflection undressed and licked her lips when his hard cock was revealed. Shifting her eyes from the mirrors and back to the real thing, she saw his head was glistening from his pre-come and wanted to lick it clean.

Finally naked, he moved between her legs and grabbed her legs, wrapping them around his waist.

"I love the way you look in your heels, my darling," he said. "I want to feel them digging into my back as I fuck you."

Merlin wept! The idea of her shoes scraping against him, leaving marks on his flawless skin took her to an even higher level of arousal. She didn't know it was possible to be so turned on, especially after coming twice already. The things this man did to her.

"Lucius," she whined. "Please."

Taking mercy on her, Lucius pushed into her soaking core in one smooth motion, filling her completely. Her cunt was already fluttering, ready to come again now that he was inside. Her legs tightened around his waist and he hissed in pain.

"Yes!" he cried out. "Hold me tight while I fuck your tight cunt."

Not waiting for a response, Lucius began to pound into her. He'd given her so much pleasure and was clearly chasing his own now. Leaning over her, he braced himself with one arm before squeezing one of her tits, tugging roughly on her hard nippled.

"Come for me again, darling. Give me your come. Coat me with it."

She pushed him back as she sat up quickly, her arms wrapping around his shoulders to pull him as tight against her as possible. Her lips found his neck and he continued to hammer in and out of her. Flexing all her muscles to make sure she couldn't get any closer, she felt the rumble of a growl from him vibrate through her.

She was desperate for him, desperate to come. She lost herself in the feel of him, the feel of them. Their two bodies becoming one. She knew she was talking, but she had no idea what she was saying. All she knew was the taste of his skin, the scent of their coupling mixed with Christmas, the feel of her cunt being pounded, the sound of his balls slapping into her arse as it half hung off the table.

It all became too much and she bit down where his neck and shoulder met. Her orgasm was more powerful than the two before and she bit down harder, the taste of his blood on her tongue as she broke the skin.

"Fuck!" Lucius' loud yell echoed around the big room and she felt him empty himself into her contracting core.

She removed her mouth from his neck and pulled back to catch her breath. Looking at his skin, she winced at the teeth marks she'd left. Pressing her lips to the wound, she murmured a healing spell, knitting the broken skin back together. Before she could heal the bruise her bit would leave, Lucius stopped her.

"Leave it, my love. I like having marks from our lovemaking on my skin." He pulled her back to kiss her forehead. "But maybe you can heal my arse. It fucking stings."

Lucius stepped back from her and she let her legs fall from his hips. She tried not to think about the proof of their coupling that was sliding from her as he turned around. His lower back was covered in varying shades of red from here her heels had scraped. Two of them were slowing weeping blood and she pulled him back towards her so she could heal them.

"Sorry," she whispered. "Actually, I'm not sorry. That was fucking hot."

Turning around, he cast a cleaning charm over them before moving back into the space between her thighs. He conjured a blanket, tossing it over her shoulders and helping her stand up. Her legs were shaky, but he held her tight.

"Yes, it was. And I plan on recreating this moment with you over and over again."

A/N: I can't believe Cockmas is over! Thank you to everyone that read and reviewed and especially everyone who took a chance on the chapters that weren't their ship.

Lucius the horny Malfoy

Had a big fucking dick

Whenever he saw Hermione

She kneeled to give it a lick

I wanted to post these smutty chapters as a holiday present to all of my readers. I can't tell you all how much you all make my days a little better with each review.