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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“He’s probably growing flowers for your wedding bouquet right now.”
“Shut up, Samael. No, he’s not.”
“He’s putting together a trousseau as we speak. Where’s the honeymoon going to be?”
“Shut up.”
“Okay. But I get to be best man.”
She didn’t respond.
“Are you getting sleepy, Granger?”
“Yes.”
“Do you want to leave?”
“No.”
“My arse hurts.”
She snorted. “I’d help you out, but I don’ want you coming all’over my bed.”
“I tried to warn you earlier. You knew what you were doing.”
“I know. I wanted to make you co.”
“You’re a dirty girl, Granger.”
“That wasn’ dirty. Jus’ a little teasing.”
“You sound tired. Go to sleep.”
“Sleep. 'Kay.” She sat bolt upright, slapping her hand over her mouth.
“Bloody hell,” Samael sputtered. “What’s the matter with you?”
“Love you,” she whispered
“What?”
“I think I told him I loved him when I was high on sleeping potion.”
“You think?”
“I was kind of doped up.”
“Has he said anything?”
“No.”
“Then maybe you just dread it.”
“Hmm." She didn’t really believe that.
“Maybe you said it, and he didn’t hear. Maybe he was asleep.”
“No, he was awake.”
“Did you an it?”
“I . . ." Of course, she did. "Yes.” It was such a simple word for such a complicated situation.
Samael smiled. 'Told you so...'
“Are you going to ask him if he heard you?”
“I don’t know. What if it scares him off?” She flopped back onto the pillow with a groan.
“How many tis do I have to tell you? He’s in love with you.”
“That doesn’t an he won’t be freaked out by saying it.”
“Okay, that might be true. But if he was going to run, he would have done it by now.”
“You think?”
“I know.” He thought for a minute. “Maybe this was the best way you could have said it.”
“What do you an?”
“Well . . . you told him how you felt, and he didn’t have to respond or even acknowledge that you said it. All the awkwardness was taken out of the equation. Do you need him to say it back?”
“No, I’m happy with the way things are.”
“Then it’s perfect.”
Hermione could see what he ant.
Lucifer’s inability to talk about his feelings had been completely bypassed. There was no confrontation.
'When the hell did Samael beco the voice of reason?' She closed her eyes, hoping the sleepiness would settle over her again.
“Maybe you’re right.”
“If you would just listen to about everything, you’d save yourself a lot of trouble.”
“Yes, yes, you’re brilliant,” she muttered. “Bloody hell, my heart’s still pounding.”
“I’ll get you sothing,” he said, climbing out of bed.
“Get what?”
“I don’t know. I’ll figure out sothing.”
“That’s reassuring.”
He left her in the dark and padded back through the bathroom.
She heard him rooting around, looking for God knows what.
Sothing fell, and he cursed.
Hermione smiled. Her eyes felt heavy, but her body wouldn’t calm down.
He finally ca back and lay down next to her.
“Here, Granger.” He found her hand in the dark and pressed a phial into it.
“What is it?”
“Sothing Lucifer gave for you.”
“What? Why didn’t you give it to ?”
“It was just an insurance kind of thing. Take as needed.”
“What is it?”
“So kind of calming potion. He said if you got too ntal, then give it to you.”
Hermione rolled over and lit her wand, inspecting the phial.
It was the sa Tranquility Draught he always gave her.
“Excellent.” She tipped it back.
“Samael saves the day again,” he drawled.
“Thank you, Samael.”
“Don’t ntion it, ”
She put out her wand light and curled back under the covers. “Hey?” she whispered.
“Why are we whispering?” he whispered back.
“Because I’m trying to go to sleep.”
“Oh. Okay. What?”
“How many girls have Lucifer slept with? Or boys. Whatever he’s into.”
“Knowing your jealous nature. You shouldn't even ask...?”
“Co on, just give a guess?'
“A few....”
“What’s a few?”
“I don’t know.”
“So . . . one?”
He sighed. 'It could be over past 11909 by now...or did I miss a couple of zeroes...?'
“Why do you want to know?”
“Did he ever done anything embarrassing, sexually I an, for a girl?”
“You an like let another man paddle him so he could co on her arse, sothing along those lines?”
Hermione cringed. “Yes. Is that the most embarrassing thing he’d done?”
“I’m traumatized from the stuff I had already seen. You shouldn't poke into it too much.”
“I’m serious, Samael.”
“I am too. Don't ask regarding this.”
“Isn’t your arse getting better now?”
Samael sighed, this girl is really quite manipulating....“Yeah, it’s about half-healed. I checked when I was in bathroom.”
“Good.”
“Why are you asking all this? Do you think I’m going to betray Lucifer's deep dark secrets?”
“No. I just . . . I was curious.”
“What’s the most embarrassing thing you’ve done?”
“That’s hard to say.”
“Because there are so many or because you don’t want to tell what they are?”
“Both.”
Samael chuckled in the dark. “Is it that bad?”
“Well . . . I don’t regret doing any of it, but I wouldn’t want anyone else to know.”
“What’s worse, that you did sothing embarrassing or that you enjoyed it?”
“I don’t know. Either way, I don’t want anyone to find out.”
“Tell one, Granger. You know I’m not going to tell anybody. I already know what you’re into. Of all the people to tell, I might be the least surprised to hear it.”
“I can’t.”
“Is it dirtier than fingering his arse?”
“Samael!”
“Well, is it?”
“So of it is.”
“Oh, you have to tell now.”
Her face flushed hot. She was sure he could see her blushing, even in the dark.
“No, I really can’t. It was hard enough for to ask you to spank tonight.”
“Really? You love spanking.”
“Begging for it is entirely different. And I did NOT love your spanking tonight. That really hurt.”
“It was ant to. You enjoyed the first half, didn’t you?”
“That didn’t cancel out the second half.”
“I’ll try to make it up to you soday.”
The Tranquillity Draught starting to kick in, the room slowly rotating.
She closed her eyes again. “I have a feeling Lucifer’s going to make do sothing humiliating soon. In front of you.”
“How do you know?”
“He’s already suggested it.”
“When's it gonna happen?”
“Dunno. After Yule Ball.”
“You are going with him, right?”
“Mmhm..I even got permission to buy the dress and we agreed to go whatever it was right there.....”
“Don't you think Eve is going to be a problem?”
“She will probably ask him for the Ball...I am going to be around Lucifer all the ti.”
“If you say so. What’s he want to do?”
“I don’ wanna say.”
“Give hint.”
“Too embarrassing.”
“Does it involve your mouth, your pussy, or your arse?”
“Prob’ly all of the above.”
He buried his face in the pillow to muffle his laughter. “I’m intrigued.”
“Would’ju do sothing humiliating to if he asked you?”
“Do you an humiliating for or for you?”
“Maybe for you, if you’ve nev’r done it."
“Would it be painful?”
“No.”
“I’d consider it. I wish you’d tell what the hell we’re talking about. I feel like we’re speaking in riddles.”
Hermione thought for a minute. “Did’ju an what you said about wanting to be in my bum?”
“Hell yes. Is that what this is about?”
“Sort of.”
“Sort of?” He laughed. “I already know you fancy having your arse filled, Granger. Is that your embarrassing secret?”
“Whattif you weren’t using your dick?”
“What? You an like my finger?”
“R’sothing else.”
Sothing else? “Do you an a part of my body or a foreign object?”
“Part’ve your body.”
“You an like a toe or sothing? That seems more kinky than embarrassing.”
“Not a toe.”
“I don’t have much else that’ll— Do you an my tongue?!”
He sounded pretty shocked.
Hermione squeezed her eyes shut and didn’t say anything.
“Oh my, Granger! That’s . . .” Samael didn’t know what to say.
It wasn’t sothing he’d really thought about before.
“I tol’ him you wouldn’t wan’to.”
“Now just hold on a second. You’ve got to give a chance to think about it.” So very dirty scenarios flickered through his mind.
“Have you done this before?”
“Yes.”
'That perverted bastard.' “And you liked it?”
“Yes.”
“Did he?”
“As far as I could tell.”
“How clean is it?”
“Oh my God,” she muttered. “Very. He’s extrely thorough beforehand.”
Samael figured he should have guessed that.
Lucifer was fastidious about everything (except his own hair). “Have you done it to him?”
“OhmyGod. Please don’ask any more questions.”
“Bloody hell, you have! What’s it taste like?”
She covered her face with her hands as if the dark weren't concealing enough. “Like skin.”
Samael knew by the muffled sound of her voice that she was hiding.
He laughed into the pillow again. “Oh fuck, Granger! That’s pretty fucking kinky. Do you really want to?”
“I don’ know.”
“Well, I won’t do it for ‘I don’t know.' You better be damn sure you want it before I agree.”
“You an you’ll do it?”
“If you tell you want it and you promise it’ll be clean.”
“Really?” she asked, turning to him.
“You better really an it. I’m not doing sothing like this for a laugh.”
“I an it.”
“You’ll have to do better than that.”
“Samael, I want you lick my bum so much I’m creaming myself just thinking about it.”
He laughed. “All right then. Is this what you were so embarrassed about?”
“Um . . . sort of.”
“There’s more?”
“Yes.”
“Are you going to tell ?”
“No. I really can’t. It’ll be bad enough if I have t’show you.”
“I guess I can wait.”
Hermione played through possible scenarios, picturing what Lucifer might have in store for her.
She wasn’t going to be able to think about anything else the next day.
Samael wondered what she was so embarrassed about.
He didn’t know what Lucifer’s angle was suggesting such a scene.
There was always an ulterior motive with him....
“Hermione?” he whispered.
Her breathing had beco slow and even.
She didn’t answer.
He fell asleep on top of her covers, too tired of becoming one with Lucifer for the night....
The device was just boosted using his blood, so it didn't get him too worried...
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