@kinktober-2025 Day 21: Rimming | Forced Orgasm | Monsterfucking
The war is over, and in the ten years that have passed, Hermione Granger has devotedly worked her way up in the Ministry of Magic’s Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. She is now a team lead, responsible for allocating department assignments, which led her to cherry-pick her latest project, a custom-designed program for Vampire Outreach, centred around awareness and integration.
If Hermione is being honest, she has always had a fascination with vampires, even before she knew they were real. There is something about being consumed by a powerful creature that inspires a dangerous desire to pool in her belly. Ever the consummate professional, she would never voice said desire aloud, ensuring that her sterling reputation as the department’s most valuable employee remained intact. She has painstakingly built working relationships with several of the vampiric covens in London and, as such, has been invited to their annual Samhain ball, assured that many of the covens’ vampires have human companions who will also be in attendance.
Now, she stands in front of her floor-length mirror in her flat, taking in her reflection one final time. The ballgown she is wearing is a deep crimson colour, custom dyed to the exact hue of her blood. She has gathered her mass of shining, brunette curls atop the crown of her head, pinning them there to accentuate the slope of her long, pale neck. She chooses to forgo a necklace, instead wearing long drop earrings set in black metal, a perfect match to her long black silk gloves that go up past her elbow. Her amber eyes glow in the mirror, holding a promise for a night that she won’t soon forget. She nods at her reflection, satisfied, then gathers up her beaded bag before heading to the floor in her living room.
