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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Every once in a while, he’d snack on her neck or whisper in her ear, and she’d whimper pitifully as her pussy started another ascent.
Lucifer felt as though his dick had been worn smooth.
Eroded. He was going to be oversensitive later, but for the ti being, he didn’t care.
He just didn’t want it to end.
Her pussy kept twitching and sloshing around him, and he’d beco rather fond of the soundtrack.
He didn’t know how many more of her random phases of excitent he could make it through.
She’d been quiet and still for a while.
Maybe she was worn out.
“How are you, love?” he muttered into her hair.
An inarticulate moan tumbled out of her.
He smirked, slowing down again. “I didn’t catch all that, but I’m glad to hear you’re still conscious.”
Her befuddled hands rubbed and patted his back as if they didn’t know what to do.
She pulled him closer one minute and seed to be trying to push him off the next.
Her nails bit into him, making him hiss.
When it started to feel as if he were being attacked by a couple of dented birds, he reached back and took her arms away one at a ti and pinned them loosely next to her head.
“Just relax. You don’t have to do anything.”
She heaved out tense breath, wiggling around under him.
'Stay still, he growled inwardly. I’m hanging on by a thread here.'
Having no more hands, he tried to use the weight of his body to smother her jittering.
As soon as he got her movents muted, she started whimpering in his ear.
It was like plugging one leak only to have another spout up further down the dam.
And he was running out of fingers to plug it with. “Please stop, love. I can’t take much more.”
“LLucffrr” Hermione said his na, but it sounded horribly slurred and slightly mad.
'Just like my brain, she thought.
His pelvic bone was right on her clit, and the room started spinning on that axis.
Breathing normally was impossible.
She wanted to wrap her arms around him and squeeze, but as soon as she tried, his fingers tightened around her wrists.
“Uh uh,” he tutted. “Stay still.”
Hermione arched back her neck and growled at the upside down headboard.
The warm feel of his lips touched her collarbone.
Her brain started to buzz back and forth like a manic humming bird, and she shut her eyes so the room wouldn’t rotate so much. “Fuck!”
It was the first comprehensible thing she’d said in twenty minutes.
Lucifer nipped her ear and nuzzled her cheek. “I’m trying.”
Her whole body trembled, and she felt sweat break out along her hairline. “Faster,” she whispered.
He groaned and sped up a bit. 'Too much. Going to lose it.'
Her toes twitched involuntarily, and she felt sothing deep inside her start to pulse.
The very core of her body throbbed.
Every part of her body began to shake, but, internally, she was suddenly very still, her brain no longer pacing.
The deepest orgasm she’d ever felt rolled through her—possessing her pussy—she couldn’t breathe as she spasd and shivered in its wake.
Lucifer felt her pussy go slick, and she began to shudder uncontrollably beneath him.
He sealed his lips on her neck and roared into her hot skin as his body fell under the spell of her release.
The combination of her tremors and the long delay of gratification left him speechless.
He was being torn apart and reassembled in a nonsensical fashion.
Lucifer wondered if he’d be able to walk later; it seed his legs were no longer attached.
Hermione gasped as she spun back to earth.
When she landed, she found herself in the bedroom at number twelve Grimmauld Place.
It took a long few seconds to rember how she'd gotten there.
Lucifer was doing a nice job of keeping her body from floating up to the ceiling.
She was too hot, but she was extrely light, which was a strange way to feel.
Like an ember in the fire.
His hands had released her wrists, and she pulled her arms out of his hands so she could touch him.
She tucked her hands beneath his arms and stroked his spine.
He was sweaty and panting, but she didn’t mind the damp feel of his skin.
He’d gotten in that state for her, and she was more than thankful.
“That was amazing, Lucifer,” she whispered to his ear.
Lucifer smirked into her neck. “You were shaking pretty hard. Are you all right?”
“More than all right,” she said with a blissful smile.
“I feel really old—I think I need a nap.”
A silent laugh shook her body. “You want to rub your back?”
His head felt like lead, but he sohow managed to pick it up and look at her. “You'd better not be just saying that.”
“I an it. You want to?”
“You’re not too tired?”
“I feel bloody amazing.”
A small smile lightened his face. “All right then.” He pulled out of her and sank down on the bed.
“I’ve got so lotion in my bag,” she said, rolling on her side and kissing his shoulder.
“No. Don’t leave.”
With a knowing grin, she kissed him again.
Hermione got up on her knees and smoothed her hand over his arse a couple of tis before straddling him.
Starting at the bottom of his spine, she dug her thumbs into his muscles and rubbed out the lumpy spots as she found them.
He moaned into the bed, slowly going slack under her hands.
Lucifer turned his face to one side so he could talk. “Are you ready to tell what you’ve been fantasizing about?”
Hermione stopped for a second, looking at the exposed side of his face. “What do you an?”
“You know exactly what I an. Tell what you’ve thought about doing with another you.”
“Right now?”
“Would you prefer to wait until later when I can watch you squirm properly?”
“No, no. I’ll tell you now.”
“I thought so. Go ahead.”
“Um . . . well, I just sort of wonder what they’d look like naked. They're but still....And then . . . sotis . . . I’ve thought about kissing them. You know, is it different from kissing a boy, that sort of thing. Then I’ll see down soone else’s shirt, on accident I an . . . and I wonder what it’s like to touch her sexually. Does her skin feel like mine? What do her nipples look like? Does she like them touched the sa way I do? I’ve had so pretty innocent fantasies where I touch and kiss myself. Beyond that it’s mostly just curiosity. I want to see her pussy more than I want to touch it. Although, maybe I’d change my mind once I saw it. I have definitely thought about seeing myself getting spanked. And it definitely turns on.”
Lucifer mused. “How was seeing another girl get spanked at Eros?”
She blushed. “I don't know....”
“What did you like about it?”
Her hands slid up to his shoulder blade as she thought. “Um . . . I don’t want to say. It sounds stupid.”
Lucifer chuckled softly. “It’s not stupid if it excites you. You’re doing so well, love, keep going.”
After taking a deep breath, she forced herself to talk, “I like how you can see . . . everything . . . when she bends over.”
He snorted. “Everything?”
“Her pussy.”
“That’s better.”
“I wonder if other 's are getting wet the way I do. I want to see her get wet like .”
“That all sounds attainable. What else?”
“I’d like to watch her get fucked.”
“Can I rest assured you won't make a fuss while I go inside her?”
“In the arse.”
Lucifer laughed. “Shouldn’t be a problem.”
Hermione went to his other shoulder. “will they be nice to like Emma? I have only done small chats here and there.”
“Yes, is that important to you?”
“Yes. Very. I don’t want another being an when I’m so nervous already.”
“No one is going to be an to you.”
“What's other 's like? You have been with them before right?”
“Friendly. Intelligent. Bolder than you. Very eager to take control.”
“Pretty?”
“She’s attractive. I didn’t know you were so picky.”
“I’m not! I’m just trying to picture myself.”
He grinned. “I’ll bet.”
“Shush.” Her hands found a bad knot on his side, and she gently worked at it. “What are her tits like?”
Lucifer bit back another snort. “She has your body Granger, what else do you want to know from ?”
“My body.....she is not my twin right? I was already quiet scared at Eros.”
“Granger!”
Hermione tried to picture a group of other her in different style outfits.
“Get my lower back, love. It’s tight as a drum.”
Scooting off his bum, she worked her thumbs into the arch of his back.
“If you let hit you a couple of tis without shield on Kitchen downstairs, I can lessen your puni------”
“No way! Grandpa taught not to gamble unless I’m sure of the outco.”
“Smart man. However, you seem much more adventurous than that.”
“And what would I get if I won?”
“What do you want?”
“Hmm,” she pondered as she rubbed. “I want you to tell about all the boys you’ve had sex with.”
“You little . . .” he sealed his lips shut.
'What am I worried about?'
“That sounds fair.”
“It does?”
“Yes. Do we have a bet?”
“Um . . . sure. I’ll take a chance on that.”
“I look forward to watching your bum turn purple.”
“And I look forward to hearing about your exploits.”
“We’ll see.” He wiggled his hips around checking to see if they felt looser. “It’s getting better, love. Lower.”
Hermione grinned and shook her head. Lower was his arse. “Yes, sir.”
“Ow!” He hissed as she pressed into his right buttock.
“Bloody hell, Lucifer. You’ve got a knot in your bum that feels like bone.”
“That is bone, you psychotic wench!”
“It is not." She laughed and leaned down to kiss his hip. “I’ll be gentle. I promise.”
“You'd better be.”
She carefully pressed, waiting for his body to relax before adding more weight behind it. “Can you really get a table like the one you sent the picture of?” she asked conversationally to get his mind off the knot.
“I’ve already gotten it.”
She stared at his back in shock. “You did?”
“Yes, I’m looking forward to seeing you on it at Hogwarts.”
“How did you get it so fast?” she asked nervously.
“I know soone from Eros who does a lot of woodworking. No pun intended.”
“Is it just wood?”
“No, it’s wood and leather.”
“I don’t like that an animal died for my sexual proclivities.”
He rolled his eyes. “Quality furniture is made of leather. It is durable and easy to clean. And the animal was already dead.”
“How did it die?”
“A heart attack,” he quipped.
“Don’t patronize .”
“It’s my piece of furniture, and I will have it made with whatever I please. If you want to continue arguing with , you can do so over my knee for as long as you please.”
Hermione huffed but didn’t say any more.
“I thought not. Ow! That is bone.”
“Sorry.”
He didn’t think she sounded sorry at all. “Be careful,” he warned.
His voice had gotten dangerously serious, and Hermione knew better than to push her luck.
She bent down and kissed the red spot on his cheek where she’d been pressing.
“I’ll go to the other side for a bit.”
Lucifer let out a tense breath as she worked on the other side. “Do you think Ginny will be offended if I fuck you in the shower?”
Hermione smirked. “Yes.”
“I did intend to put up a Sound Shield.”
“Then I guess she won’t know.”
“When you’re done torturing , we should wash up. I’m sticking to the bed.”
“I’m starving.”
“ too, pet.”
“I’m thirsty too.”
“I’d imagine so.”
“How’s your bum feel now?"
“Tired.”
“You should put so ice on it.”
“That sounds pleasant,” he intoned.
“Let’s take a shower. I want to go eat before you hit again.”
“Very well. Are you planning on getting dressed for the trip across the hall?”
“Not totally. I’ll put on my jeans and my shirt. You’re not going starkers, are you?”
Lucifer smirked. “Maybe, I am not too sure right now....”
She was about an inch from slapping his arse when she yanked back her hand.
“I felt that,” he rumbled.
“I didn’t do anything.”
“I know. That’s why you’re not getting your bum blistered completely.”
Hermione got off the bed before he had any second thoughts, “what do you an completely? I am having second thoughts about making that bet with you.”
“Then, none of my boy-on-boy stories with you for the night.”
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