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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Instead, he helped her up and then sat on the edge of the bed, pulling her so close her tits were right in his face.
Lucifer smirked up at her and let his hands rest on her hips. "Let's have these down now."
Her brain was swimming; she could only nod in agreent.
'Yes. Take them down. I don't mind if the carpet gets flood damage...'
Inching her knickers over her hips, Lucifer ran his eyes over her body from head to toe.
She was trembling with excitent.
He eased down her panties just as he had before but this ti continued to pull them down her thighs.
They peeled out of her crevice like a banana skin but got caught in the deepest recesses of her core.
eting her eyes, he slid one finger between her lips and the cotton and encouraged it to loosen.
The material was soaked through, cooling now that it didn't have her body for heat.
The crotch finally ca free, and he drew her panties to her knees and let them pool at her feet.
One finger traced the line of her sex, tickling her with the suggestion.
She almost collapsed against him as her eyes rolled back.
"All right. Over my lap. Legs apart."
'Sweet Circe.....'
She sohow managed to lie across his thighs instead of coming all over him right then and there.
It seed like ages ago that he'd given her that first spanking of the day.
'God, what else is he going to do to at night? I am scared....'
He rubbed her bum for a while, prodding and lifting her cheeks to check them from every angle.
She was about to start humping the side of his leg just to get so relief.
When he spread her open, she splayed her legs even wider, praying that he'd slide his fingers inside her to test her arousal.
Lucifer didn't need to go inside for a look, her juice was everywhere.
The sll of it filled the room. Even her thighs were wet. "Where's that oil you told about?"
Her brain had gone on holiday.
It took her several seconds to process his words and then translate them in her sex-addled mind.
"There's a little jar in the drawer," she said, pointing to the bedside table.
Lucifer looked over and waved toward the table. The drawer popped open, and the jar sailed into his hand.
He'd seen it earlier when he was putting away her toys.
He'd assud it was lube.
He dotted so of the buttery contents over her crimson cheeks and then set aside the jar.
Slowly and thodically he covered her from her waist to her knees.
Her arse was glistening like a suckling pig, the redness highlighted by the shine.
It was beautiful. She had three little moles on her buttocks: two on the right and one on the left, with her engraved tattoo of Lucifer's Pet.
He had kissed each of them during the caning.
Now they shone like chocolate buttons that left his mouth watering.
Getting another dollop of oil, he ran his finger down the crack of her arse, grazing her twitching whorl as he passed.
She almost bucked off his leg.
'I know, pet....'
He tickled the puckered skin surrounding the site. "Do you want sothing filling this little bottom, Hermione?"
"Yes, sir."
"Then what do you say?"
"I've been such a good girl. Please finger my bottom, sir!"
He smirked and ran his finger up and down her furrow. "Let's get you nice and slippery."
His finger eased into her bum, and she let out the loudest moan of her life.
His fingertip tickled up inside her, and her pussy released another wave of wetness. 'Oh rlin!'
Lucifer had shrunk the largest plug from the set in his pocket; he eased his fingers free and retrieved it from its hiding place. "Do you want more?"
"Yes, sir!"
"I thought you might." He greased the body of the plug, making sure it was thoroughly coated, then touched the tip to her tiny hole. "How's that feel?"
"Good, sir."
"Tell if it's too much." He swirled it around, slowly guiding it into her arse, then enlarge it without any prior notice.
"Oh God!"
"Does that hurt?" he asked, going still.
"No, sir. I need to co."
He chuckled and nodded. "Straddle my leg like you usually do, but don't you dare climax until I say it's all right. Do you understand ?"
"Yes, sir." She was already over his left knee, rubbing her pussy on his leg before he'd finished his sentence.
Lucifer gently pressed the plug deeper, he pushed aside her tail for the second, watching her back for signs of panic.
Her hole stretched around the widest part, and he let it rest there.
Her rocking hips were doing all the work; she was practically shoving herself back on the little toy. "Does that feel nice?"
She froze. "I'm gonna co, sir."
He smiled. "It's okay. You're allowed now."
She ground her clit into his leg and shouted his na as the ballooning pressure inside her finally popped.
The stretching in her sphincter beca overly tight and then faded away as her muscles started to pulse.
Lucifer nudged in the plug the rest of the way as she scread his na.
Her entire core was contracting and twitching.
He placed his thumb against her plug to help her hold it in and felt the throbbing of her orgasm pulsing it in and out like a heartbeat.
The release rushed through her, pounding at her temples and making her vision blur.
Everything in her pussy was thumping like a snare drum.
She rode through the rhythm until her body went limp.
Lucifer patted her bum. "How're you feeling?"
"Oh no, I have a tail again!" she groaned.
"haha....It looks as if you fancied your new plug. Do you have a thank you for ?"
"Thank you, sir. I love the way you correct . You're very generous."
Lucifer smiled. "I want you to go stand in the corner for a bit and calm down. Can you stand?"
That was questionable. Her legs were sturdy as slug sli.
He had to hold her waist until she got her sea legs; then he helped her stagger over to the corner by the door.
Her panties lay forgotten on the carpet.
She heaved a sigh of relief when they arrived at their destination.
Lucifer stroked her back, watching to make sure she really was calming down.
He was nowhere near through with her for the day, but he didn't want to overload her with stimuli.
His hand went down to her ravaged bum, smoothing over her cheeks and caressing her crack.
The female form was a landscape of hills and valleys, pathways to paradise; and she was particularly scenic.
His hand slid up the shadowy corridor of her inner thighs, coaxing her legs apart. "I want you to think about those three things I said earlier. Do you rember them?"
She'd never forget. "Yes, sir."
"When you're done here, I'm going to have you repeat them back to ." His fingertips grazed her muff. "Ten minutes. Then I'll see how you're doing."
She sighed tensely as he released her.
He didn't know if it was because she was sad to lose his fingers or if she was dreading what she was going to have to say.
Stepping away, he sat on the bed to watch her. "Reach back and hold those cheeks open. I want to see your new plug and tail hanging while you think."
Hermione smiled into the corner and did as he asked.
Her skin was hot in her hands, yet chills raced up her spine as she pulled her cheeks wide.
She could feel his eyes all over her.
Lucifer stared at the black and white coloured tail peeking from her hollow.
She was stunning like that. He readjusted his hard-on as he contemplated what else he'd like to do to her.
This had been a morable day so far, and he wanted to conclude it on the right note, especially at night.
She needed so sweet words to soothe her soul after everything they'd done.
He could praise her until 12'0 clock at night; she'd been so good for him all morning and then afternoon.
He was a bit concerned that she had been so hard pressed to co up with three good things about herself.
Self-loathing was a habit he knew well, but it was becoming clear how deeply these demons of hers had dug their claws into her psyche.
She was harder on herself than he could ever be.
He'd have to be careful. Any criticism might be taken as confirmation of her worst fears.
Hermione put her nose to the wall and did her best to think about what he'd said earlier.
Thinking seed so much more complicated when one's bum was stinging and hot.
She tried to focus on his praise.
He'd said she was sweet, thoughtful, and had the loveliest red bum in all of Britain.
His voice echoed in her head, making her smile at the mory.
She didn't know if it was true or not.
At school she was more of a warrior to complete her work.
At ho she was mostly bookish and compulsive.
But she liked that he thought she was sweet, and she wanted to be sweet for him.
She wanted to be the bright spot in his life. He certainly was for her.
Thoughtfulness was a bit easier to digest.
And in so ways her days were about being thoughtful.
She could go along with that assessnt.
The loveliest red bum in Britain? She smiled at the wall.
'I doubt that....' Her bum as a whole was okay, and it did look better red; but she had absolutely no idea how many other red bums Britain contained nor did she know their loveliness quotient.
Although it was unlikely her rump was anything outstanding, Hermione was secretly quite pleased with that complint.
If he fancied it, that was good enough for her.
When her ti was up, he didn't move. "You look lovely like that, pet. Why don't you bend over for so I can see everything."
She grinned to herself and stepped back so she wouldn't run into the wall.
Keeping her hands planted on her arse, she spread herself wide so he'd see how much she needed him to shag her.
Lucifer's gaze dropped from her tail to the glazed petals peeking from beneath her cheeks.
She'd pulled herself so wide he could see the glistening pink interior.
Those lips were begging for him. "How does that plug feel now?"
"I can't really feel it anymore, sir."
"Your muscles are relaxing. Co over here and let see."
Hermione wanted to hop in his lap and let his cock do the investigating.
Going a more restrained route, she stood before him and let him turn her hip so her bum was facing him.
"Hands on your knees . . . that's good. Now, push it out."
Her face burned, but she felt the plug pop free as soon as she bore down.
There was no rest for her rectum-his finger was already wiggling its way inside her.
It went in pretty easily, and she was impressed by her body's ability to adjust so quickly.
It wasn't just exciting like it usually was, it felt good. Damn good.
Everything was relaxed and full. But it could be fuller.
Maybe his whole hand didn't sound so scary now.
Her pussy concurred. It was dripping as though he'd turned on a tap inside her.
She closed her eyes and smiled.
One of his other fingers had found her entrance and the soggy sound of his teasing filled the room.
"Do you like that, pet?"
"Yes, sir."
"We'll work on this more tomorrow," he said, slowly pulling out his finger. "I don't want you to be sore."
She breathed out a tense huff at his departure. "I think I'm going to be sore anyway, sir. My arse feels like fire."
He snickered as he cleaned his hand, nodding at her pronouncent. "That's a different kind of sore. Co on, sit in my lap and tell three good things about yourself."
Hermione slipped sideways, keeping her bum safely off his leg as she wrapped her arm around him.
Her voice wasn't very loud, but she answered him without hesitation. "I'm sweet, thoughtful, and have the loveliest red bum in all of Britain. According to you."
He gave her a warning look. "Do you doubt my sincerity?"
"Not at all," she replied, worried that he'd think she wasn't taking him seriously. "I just think that last one's a bit more subjective than others."
"Trust . I know red bums, and yours is a dream."
She couldn't stop smiling. "Thank you, sir."
He patted her arse and kissed her cheek. "Which would you prefer now, hugging or fucking?"
Hermione smiled. "Both!"
He snorted. "Both?" He supposed he could manage that.
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