Title: Empty
Author: kinky_kneazle
Characters/Pairings: Xenophilius Lovegood/Olympe Maxime
Rating: NC-17
Kinks/Themes Chosen: xenophilia: a sexual attraction to the exotic, strangers, or the unknown
Other Warnings: Fisting and frottage
Word Count: 1,000 words
Summary/Description: Xenophilius keeps looking for something different in the hope that it will fill the emptiness inside.
Author's Notes: I never thought I'd write fisting, yet here it is. I blame daily_deviant completely. With thanks to my sweetheart for the super quick beta and to the lovely mods for allowing me to post this late after my panic attack and a complete rewrite.



Before Xenophilius met his wife it never bothered him that he was an outsider. When he was young his father worked a lot and he was left to look after himself. At Hogwarts the other kids stole his things and wouldn't sit next to him in the Great Hall, but it left him plenty of time to pursue independent research so he didn't mind. Then one night, near the end of his time at Hogwarts, he looked out the window of the Hufflepuff common room and saw her.

The moon was full and the girl's blonde hair glistened silver in the moonlight. He knew she wasn't of this world. He knew that he was going to marry her. He knew he wasn't going to be alone again.

After his wife was gone it bothered him. He tried to concentrate on his daughter and his paper but there was an emptiness in him that he found impossible to fill. So when Luna went to Hogwarts he decided it was time to fill that emptiness. He went to Greece in pursuit of a story and found a satyr. The young buck bent him over a fallen tree and Xenophilius was almost home again. He travelled to Bulgaria following a rumour and a veela made him feel close to whole. But it was never quite right and he kept looking.

It was around Christmas that he travelled to Hogsmeade in search of a nargle infestation in the mistletoe of the Three Broomsticks. He was sitting in a corner of the bar when she walked in.

She was magnificent. So tall she had to bend to get through the door and when she sat at a booth she took up an entire side. He watched as she ordered a drink. The tankard she was drinking from looked delicate in her hand.

His wife had been so small that he could wrap his hands around her waist. He didn't think he'd be able to wrap his arms around this woman.

"You would not believe what 'e said," the woman told Rosmerta. "I 'ave nevair been so insulted. I am big-boned!"

Her voice echoed around the room and he closed his eyes as her accented voice washed over him.

"I know. But you can't let him bother you, Olympe."

Olympe. He heard her name and he knew what he had to do.


It was as if it was destiny. Or perhaps the nargles had some heretofore undiscovered aphrodisiac effect that he would need to investigate at a later date. But as he stumbled through the gates of Hogwarts towards the largest carriage he had ever seen in his life he didn't want to question why the fates had granted him a second chance at being whole.

He followed Olympe into the carriage, clutching the door as it rocked under her weight. Then her arms were at his waist, his feet off the floor and he wrapped his legs around her waist as she pressed her lips to his.

"Yes," he gasped as her lips moved to his neck.

His cock was pressed hard against the flesh of her torso and he rocked his hips, seeking that sweet friction. She stumbled through another door and fell back onto a large bed.

"Touch me," she said. He did as she asked, ripping her blouse open so he could take one large breast in both hands and run his tongue across the nipple. As he finished undressing her he was overwhelmed at the amount of flesh unveiled. As he moved onto her other breast he felt like he was feasting, and no matter where he knelt to move hands and lips across her, there was soft flesh to press his cock into.

"Here," she said, and her hand grasped his and moved it to her cunt. He paused and gazed down, licking his lips at the sight of the moisture gathering. Then he bent and she was arching into his mouth, soft, French words dripping from her lips. He was surrounded by a sweet, musky scent and every time he breathed in he could feel her essence flooding his lungs, seeping into his pores. Filling the empty places.

"More. I need to 'ave more." He pressed a finger inside her, then another and another. "More, please, 'Philius. Do not be afraid."

He couldn't believe he was going to do this, but he knew it was what she needed. He pushed his whole hand in and as she thrust up his hand curled into a fist and they both froze.

"Is it…?"

"Non. Just like this. This fills me. It is just right."

He kept his arm perfectly still and she rocked against it. He was straddling her thigh and found himself moving in time with her thrusts. It felt like his arm was going deeper and deeper with every thrust and he couldn't remember a time he'd felt so much a part of someone else.

Her legs had started moving under him and he heard a choked groan escape his throat.

"Oui!" she yelled and a ring of rippling muscle held his arm tight as her face contorted with pleasure. The bucking thigh beneath his cock became too much and he felt his cries mingling with hers as he spilled onto her leg.

Moments later when he had enough breath back to move he began to ease his arm out of Olympe.

"Merci," she said. "That was, how you say? Intense. It was intense."

He settled himself under her arm with his head pillowed on one ample breast. There was something comforting in being engulfed so thoroughly by another person and he sighed happily as her hand smoothed down his hair.

It was then that he realized something. That emptiness was back. This time when he sighed it was because the sadness had taken up residence again.

He'd heard that the Ministry were stealing gold to fund their war against the goblins by stealing rainbows in Ireland. Maybe the leprechauns would be the answer to more than just his story.