Warning - Lucifer, the Devil is Billions of years old.
Hermione with multiple personalities, her character's real age during sexual intercourse is 18
(Hermione - Blessed by Anadiel, ti works differently for her, she has already surpassed age of 18 )
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“The part bruised from the paddle.”
“Extraordinarily sore.”
Lucifer touched her twitching rosebud. “And this?”
“Sooo good, sir.”
He smiled. “Where would you prefer my cock this morning, in your pussy or your arse?”
“Will you fuck my pussy and then my arse?” she asked hopefully.
Lucifer forced his face to remain stoic despite his amusent. “You seem to be forgetting your place, Hermione. That is not how you beg properly.”
Hermione grinned broadly. “Please sir, please, fuck my pussy and then bugger till can’t feel my legs. Pleeeease.”
“That’s better. Get on your back. I want to put in your plug first.”
That sounded like a fabulous plan to her too; she scrambled around and got on her back, staring up at the mirror still floating above the bed.
“Hold back your legs for ,” he purred, summoning her plug and the lube.
Hermione pulled her knees to her chest.
'This looks far naughtier than I ever dread.....
He pushed a pillow under her hips, angling her for an even more revealing view.
Her bum looked frightful. Purple and red.
Sitting was going to be torture.
Lucifer sared cold lube over her newly deflowered hole and slipped one finger inside.
She gripped the back of her knees, desperate for more.
“Look at this penitent little bottom,” he smirked, running his fingertips over her bruises.
Hermione’s face flad. He had a way of saying things that made her pussy wet with humiliation.
Lucifer loved the red flush in her face; he knew exactly what his words did to her.
Settling down between her legs, he lapped at her clit as he eased her plug inside.
Her hips almost bucked off the pillow. “Gods! Your tongue is bloody amazing,” she panted.
His chuckle rumbled against her sex.
“I know pet.”
Her fingers went to her nipples, brushing over them carefully.
They still felt incredibly sensitive, as if an electric current were running through them.
Lucifer went on, licking her clit between perverted thoughts.
He pushed the plug to its widest point and twisted it round. “Tell the truth. You enjoy playing with my clone, don’t you?”
“Only when you make .”
“So you like it when I make you do embarrassing things?”
“Oh God, that sounds awful. No. Um . . . I like doing what you tell .”
Lucifer smiled. “I want you to get punished in front of him.”
Her hands flew to her face, covering her eyes. “I don’t want another you to watch get punished.”
His free hand held her puffy lips open so he could see how wet she was.
'Almost there.'
“I think you do. You don’t like secrets, Hermione. You love it that every part of think about you sexually. You don’t need to make excuses; I know you don’t think about him when you’re alone at night. But you got excited showing him your caned bottom, didn’t you? You enjoy having a witness to your bravery.”
The plug stretched her but not in a painful way; she watched him filling her arse in the mirror.
“I don’t want to cry in front of him,” Hermione said, trying to explain her reluctance. “It’s different with you. There’s nothing you don’t already know—nothing you haven’t seen. You like despite my dark side. Hell, you like because of my dark side. Satan’s different. He . . . I don’t know. He doesn’t care.”
Lucifer was intrigued by her logic. It was true that he already knew (and encouraged) her darkest fantasies, but they didn’t need to let a duplicate in on everything.
Just regards him as plaything to make her fantasies co true.
Lucifer just had to get her thinking about exposure as soon as possible.
He had bigger plans than just letting Satan watch.
“I think you’re wrong, pet. I think he does have my emotions for you—in his own way. If you let him see you in a vulnerable state, I think he’ll care for you even more. I want you to see what it’s like to have soone watch you in a humiliating situation. He’s the best choice for us right now. I’m asking you to do this for . I think you’ll enjoy it.”
'Damn. How can I say no when he keeps making feel like this?'
“If I don’t like it, what happens?”
'You’ll like it.'
“You’ll never have to do it again.”
Hermione sighed. “Okay, I’ll do it. When is it going to be?”
“Friday. Ten o’clock.”
“Fine.”
“Fine? Is that how you talk to now? You are getting far too familiar, Hermione.”
Lucifer just wanted an excuse to use the riding crop on her again.
It would leave her soaked, and he wanted to dive into that pool.
“I didn’t an it like that, sir.”
“Too late, Granger.” He summoned the thin black crop into his hand. “Kiss it.”
Her face was hilarious; it took all his willpower not to laugh.
She looked angry, but her eyes darkened and her cheeks turned red.
Lucifer held it to her lips, and she kissed it quickly then wiped her mouth.
“No. Kiss it like you an it. I want to see your tongue.”
“Mmph!” Hermione let out a tense huff, but did as he asked, her tongue creeping out to et the leather.
She kept her eyes on him the whole ti.
His grip tightened around the handle as he imagined her lips against his cock.
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