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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Lucifer traced the crack of her arse, teasing her pucker. She moaned and snuggled in deeper, her breath hot on his neck.
Lucifer held up his hand, and the soap zipped to it like iron to a magnet.
As he worked up a lather, he she began to squirm.
She hadn’t even lasted ten minutes.
'How bad would she have been if I hadn’t given her that Tranquility Draught?'
As soon as he began to rub between her cheeks again, she started humping him.
Hermione growled into his shoulder.
She wanted more. Another finger. His cock. Anything.
Her head felt nice and floaty . . . a little thick (but not heavy).
She kissed his neck while he cleaned her. Another finger slipped in.
“More,” she muttered.
“Ask nicely,” he chided.
Hermione nuzzled his ear. “Please, Master. One more finger.”
He acquiesced. The panting in his ear increased.
Even without her incessant fidgeting, he would be rock hard from that sound alone.
She got a little tense when he went deeper.
They hadn’t done it in a while.
“Would you like your plug, pet? We could leave it in until you’re relaxed.”
“Your fingers are better,” she whispered.
He nodded. “As you wish.”
When her passage seed clean enough, he turned her around and guided her bum down to the water.
Holding her open, he let the water rinse her clean, rubbing until he couldn’t feel any more slickness.
The lack of lubricant was clearly bothering her, so he pulled out and let her rest.
They could continue things in the bed.
“How do you feel?” he asked, teasing one of her pebbled nipples.
“Pretty decent.”
“Not dizzy?’
“Only a little.”
“Good. Let’s move to the bed. There’s no room in here.”
Hermione smiled and let him help her out of the tub.
He rubbed her dry with a towel, smirking whenever she moaned.
He produced a phial of deep blue liquid threaded though with red.
It looked as if it had a circulatory system.
Hermione took a deep breath then, before she had any second thoughts, swallowed it all as fast as she could.
It was as tasteless as water. “How fast will this work?”
“A few minutes.”
“You won’t let anything bad happen, right?”
He held her face between his hands and kissed her reassuringly on the lips. “Never.”
“Promise you’ll be nice?”
Lucifer smiled. “That’s not really in my repertoire.”
Hermione smiled back. 'Yes it is.' “I’m nervous.”
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her forehead. “You trust , don’t you?”
“Yes, of course,” she answered, burying her face in his chest.
“I promise you’ll like it. When you wake up tomorrow, you’ll feel better than you have in weeks.”
“Will you kiss ?” she whispered, toying with his nipple.
He tilted back her head and bent to her lips.
Hermione let him take over. It was so sweet, his hand stroking her back in slow circles, his tongue even softer.
Her knees started to lt out from under her.
He overtook her, filling her thoughts.
There were no death gas, no secrets, no more reading, and studying.
Her brain had one train of thought, and he was it.
Her limbs went first, the potion turning them to limp noodles.
She could still move and flex, but everything felt flowing and soft.
Her head seed to be stuffed with cotton.
It was surreal, bordering on disconnected; but Lucifer stayed right there, holding her closer and keeping her centered.
He must have felt the loosened jangle of her arms, because he picked her up, and they glided toward the bed.
It was nice but distorted. Like a dream.
He propped her up on the pillows and climbed in next to her.
“Feeling all right?” he asked.
“Y-yes, sir.” She knew she sounded a little slurry, but the words and her muscles seed to be flowing on the sa muted current.
Hermione saw him smile before he hid his face in her neck.
'Oh my God! Do his lips always feel like that?' A shiver rippled through her entire body, her eyes rolling back in her head.
He moved down to her breasts, and the pull on her nipples reached all the way to her toes.
Her pussy felt like warm silk when she rubbed her thighs together.
One of her hands trailed up to his hair, and she couldn’t stop stroking him.
It was like petting a greasy cat, but she barely registered the lank locks.
His hair slipped through her fingers like water.
'So soft....' The sucking on her nipple beca constant and rhythmic, lulling her even deeper into fuzzy bliss.
Hermione suddenly realized she was babbling, and she had no idea how long it had been going on or what had been said.
Lucifer went to her other breast, listening to her mindless comntary.
She’d said “God” enough tis to apply to a nunnery.
The stroking of his head relaxed him, but he was starting to feel like a pony at a petting zoo.
He let her go on though—whatever kept her calm.
He’d be glad when the dark circles left her eyes and they could fuck properly again.
Slow and sweet was a nice detour, but he didn’t want to make it his ho.
She made a noise he’d never heard before: a strange surprised groan.
Her hand went to the back of his neck, holding him to her chest.
He laughed to himself.
'I guess she likes it...'
As if that weren't clear from her rambling praise.
“I’m gonna co,” she muttered.
Lucifer almost stopped to look up at her but decided to take her at her word.
He kept the sa tempo but increased the suction.
She scrabbled at his upper back, trying to get hold or force him closer (he wasn’t sure which).
With a cry, her body twitched into his face, her back arching as if in spasm.
When she finally quieted, he released her tit with a small pop. “Did you just co?”
“Yes, sir.”
“What did it feel like?” He’d never seen her co from nipple stimulation alone.
In fact, he’d only known one other woman to do so.
'Maybe the potion combination produces so kind of aphrodisiac effect or tactile sensitivity.'
He contemplated the possibility that it could have also been because he’d spent so long in the sa spot.
He usually used her nipples to tease her, to get her dripping; he never considered staying there indefinitely.
“Nice,” she panted. “Weird. Like my clit and nipples were connected.”
“Are you ready for more?”
“I think I’m raw.”
Lucifer laughed. “I ant elsewhere.” His hand strayed down to her pubic hair.
“Oh . . . yessir.”
He got between her legs and parted her lips with one hand.
The shine was blinding. He ran one finger through her folds and grinned.
“Your pussy seems to have struck oil. I hope you don’t mind, but I intend to fuck this before we get to your arse.”
Hermione smiled. “I don’t mind.”
He pushed two fingers inside and felt the bumpy swell at her front wall.
With a curl and prod, he heard the telltale slosh of impending release.
Lucifer stroked the swollen spot over and over, her legs spreading wider for him.
His other hand stayed near the area she liked around her urethra, wanting to save her clit for later.
Her body started to shake, a deep internal trembling, as if she were chilled to the bone.
A whimper broke the silence, and her muscles pushed him out.
He kept his other finger rubbing just above her entrance as clear liquid flowed out of her like a stream.
It was beautiful to watch, the trembling building to a shake as the juice pulsed from her.
She jerked and twitched in a breathless return to reality.
He was ready to fuck her. More than ready.
“....Lucifer,” she whispered, her throat dry from panting.
He hovered over her, waiting for her to say more.
When she didn’t, he traced her lips with his wet fingers. “Look how much you’re enjoying yourself,” he teased as she licked at his fingers.
“My pussy’s buzzing.”
He smirked. “Really? It looked as if it were overflowing to . Are you ready for my cock, or do you need a break?”
“Cock,” she affird with a hazy nod.
His smirk turned to a grin as the tip of his dick pressed into her soaked snatch.
A watery fist slipped and squeezed at his length.
It only took a few thrusts before his bollocks were completely drenched.
He couldn’t get enough of that sound.
One of her arms went around his shoulders, and she held onto him as he gently fucked her.
The musky, sweet scent of her sex invaded his nostrils.
Room would surely sll like a brothel before the night was over.
Hermione felt like a bundled wire.
There was a buzzing in her body like an electric current, but it was all muted and grounded by the lax blunting of her muscles.
Lucifer hovered above her, his hair hanging in his face as he surveyed her reactions.
He was the prettiest being ever created, and she was entranced by his face. His voice. Everything.
He was the sexiest person she knew.
Her pussy squished in agreent.
Hermione smiled, wondering if he was just fucking her so he could hear it.
Her fingers reached up and touched his lips.
She plied at them until he growled and nipped her (then licked the digit in apology).
His mouth proved fascinating.
He sucked her finger for a couple of seconds before he pinned down her hand beside her head.
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