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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“Ow, Granger! That fucking hurts!”
Hermione had Samael bent over the counter in the bathroom.
He kept hissing through his teeth every ti she rubbed the salve into his skin.
“I know. I’m sorry,” she muttered, lightening her touch. “Is that better?”
“Yeah, now it’s just a torch instead of a bonfire,” he griped.
Hermione couldn’t touch him any less. “Was it worth it?”
He’d already been debating that very question in his head, waffling between answers depending on how much his arse scread. “I don’t know.”
Hermione smiled at him in the mirror. “I feel really guilty that I liked it so much.”
Samael snickered. “Now you know how I feel watching you.”
“Oh, it’s not the sa,” she countered. “He doesn’t hit that hard. Well . . . unless it’s a real punishnt. I can’t believe you took it so well. I would have been bawling.”
Samael felt a little better when she said that. “How long is this going to take to heal?”
“I don’t know how your magic works, or whether your marks will get transferred to Lucifer if you vanish....But, it’s pretty deep. Maybe an hour or two.”
He sighed.
“Samael?”
“What?”
“If it hadn’t been so hard, would you have liked it?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.”
“What if I was the one doing it?”
He glanced at her blushing face in the mirror. “That might change things.”
Hermione “accidentally” ran her fingers down the crack of his arse. 'Whoops.'
“Granger! What the hell are you trying to do to ?”
She shrugged and smiled at him.
“Fuck! Don’t do that again or I’m going to co all over the sink.”
Hermione laughed. “That’ll make you feel better.”
“Coming on the sink after coming on your bum would be a sad substitution.”
“That good, huh?”
Samael shook his head, smiling at her excited grin. “It was bloody fantastic. But I’m not ever going through this much pain for you again.” He watched her in the mirror.
She was studying his arse as if there might be a quiz on it later.
“I was afraid Lucifer was going to figure what I was doing every ti you moaned.”
“You’re lucky he didn’t hex off your balls.”
“I know. I just wanted to make sure it was worth the pain.”
“Was it?”
“It seed like it at the ti.”
She ran her finger over his crack again, just lightly enough to tease.
“Granger,” he growled in warning.
Hermione peeked around his hip to see if he was hard. “I didn’t get to watch you tonight.”
“Are you saying you want to watch now?”
Her reflection grinned at him. "If you let keep rubbing your bum while you do it.”
“Do you honestly think I would say no to that?”
She t his eyes in the mirror. “Go on.”
Samael wrapped his hand around his cock and started pumping.
She rubbed salve into his cheeks the whole ti, making his arse burn.
The pain mixed with the ache in his cock, slowly building to a throbbing pulse in his groin.
She watched him intently in the mirror, and when he t her eye, she smiled and ran her finger up between his cheeks, just hard enough to graze his hole.
He ca imdiately, spattering the basin with cream.
“Holy fucking hell,” he panted, planting his hands on the counter.
“Worth it now?”
“Yes, all right. It was worth it. Fuck. No wonder Lucifer’s been in such a good mood.”
Hermione just smiled at the floor.
“Are you staying with him tomorrow night?”
“Probably.”
“Is he going to let you co?”
“Yes.”
“Aren't you getting paranoid of snapping again at Lucifer for doing things you don't like?”
Her eyes went wide. “Excuse ! That is none of your business. And how do you even know?”
Samael laughed. “Settle down. I’ve been sharing a mind with Lucifer all year. Don’t you think I figured it out after a couple months? You’re not exactly friendly when jealousy broke the sealing either. It’s pretty obvious.”
“Yeah . . . well . . .” She didn’t know what to say.
Today hadn’t been the first ti she’d punched soone for being too friendly with 'Lucifer'.
“Sorry. But I don't find it thrilling when he hangs out with his ex or any other person too much for that matter....”
“It’s all right. You’re nothing compared to Lilith. That bitch went psycho for two weeks every month in Silver City.”
Hermione didn’t know what to say to that either.
It didn’t sound as if he missed her.
“It’s why I snapped at him for going out together with Eve,” she admitted.
He smirked. “Yeah, I know. You don’t need to explain.”
Samael looked down at his trousers, which were pooled around his feet, and wrote them off as pointless.
Pulling off his shirt, he kicked his trousers to the side.
Hermione eyed his bruised bum as he cleaned the counter just by waving his palm again.
“Do you get magic from Lucifer?”
“Yeah, he is the real us after all...”
Samael headed toward her side of the room, opening drawer under the table and her gaze followed his arse.
'Is walking around naked as if you don’t care a Lucifer thing?'
She watched him carefully pull on a fresh pair of boxers. Shit!
“Y-you won't tell Lucifer about this right?!'
“Hm...I don't know? Stealing is a bad thing, Grang----”
“I swear making your bruised arse even more pain----”
“Understood.”
“Hmm...Would you sleep with a girl who was having her period?”
“It wouldn’t be my first choice,” Samael said, giving her a funny look. “But I guess if I really wanted to sleep with her, and I didn’t want to wait it out . . . I would.”
“Lucifer says it’s no different than when he popped my cherry—blood’s blood.”
Samael laughed. “I never really thought of it that way.”
“Will you stay with till I fall asleep?”
Samael blinked, confused by the sudden change in subject. “What?”
“I have to take my sleeping potion, but if I don’t have sothing to distract while I’m waiting for it to work, I get all tense and obsessive.”
He shrugged. “As long as I can lie on my stomach.”
Hermione laughed. “Give five minutes to get ready for bed.”
“Wear sothing see-through,” he called after her.
It hardly took her any ti to use the loo and brush her teeth and even less ti to change into her pajamas.
She downed the potion and told him to co in.
Samael plopped on top of the covers next to her while she pulled her hair back into a ponytail.
“That shirt’s not see-through, but it’s close,” he observed.
She shot him a look. “It is not.” Glancing down, she could see his point. “Not much anyway.”
Hermione snuggled under the covers, trying to get warm.
Samael waved his palm, and the candles went out.
Window remained open, so the light from the moon filtered in.
She looked over at him.
“How’s your bum feel now?” She could see his teeth flash as he grinned.
“Still hurts like hell, but it’s starting to get better. How did your first ti go?”
"....It was rather intense.”
He snorted. “Sounds like trying to learn to fly for the first ti on a Firebolt.”
Rembering made her smile. “I did ask for a learning experience.”
“I have a feeling that’s putting it mildly. I an he’s not exactly gentle, is he? It must have hurt like hell.” He’d seen enough to know what Lucifer was working with.
“Actually, he was really patient. He kept it as pain-free as possible.”
“Really? I never pictured Lucifer as a romantic.”
“I didn’t say romantic. That wasn’t what I wanted.”
“No? I thought girls wanted their first ti to be all, you know, roses and candles.”
“I think I just wanted the experience . . . . Maybe a bit more leather than roses.”
Samael snickered. 'Definitely more a chains and whips kind of a girl.'
“Has he told he loves you yet?”
She rolled her eyes. “I don’t need him to.”
“Because you know I’m right?”
“Because he cares about , and that’s all I need.” Her head started getting heavy.
She closed her eyes, listening to him breathe.
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