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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She’d taken her new knickers out today, got them out along with an old t-shirt.
She’d been debating whether the shirt was a good idea or if she should just go topless, but she decided it added so mystery; it might be good to make him work for it (or anything).
Tearing off her shirt and bra, she pulled the white t-shirt over her head.
It was a tight fit.
She’d bought it about three years before at a secondhand shop, and it had been snug even then.
There were very faint letters, barely visible, across the front.
She didn’t know for sure what songs the Ramones sang, but she’d slept in that particular bit of morabilia for several years.
The cotton had worn to almost nothing, and she could clearly see her areola through the material.
Shoving off her jeans and knickers, she pulled on her new knickers and turned around to look at her bum in the mirror.
Nothing fancy from the front, the knickers were white cotton with a small red heart over her hip bone, but across the seat scarlet letters spelled out a sassy “Spank ."
Quickly tying up her hair in bunches, she climbed onto the bed and faced the door, getting into position with her hands on her head, knees spread. “Okay, I’m ready.”
Lucifer ca in and raised one eyebrow at her; he set the pouch on the chair without looking away.
His wand flicked around the room, and all the candles lit.
It was really dark outside because of the heavy rain, he didn’t want to miss anything.
Moving in closer, he ran his eyes over her stiff nipples.
The shirt she wore left little to the imagination.
If it were any thinner, he’d be able to see her pores through it.
He actually liked the white knickers, and he vowed to make the gusset transparent before he took them off her.
“This is a new look for you, Hermione. Downright virginal compared to what you usually choose.”
She had no intention of pointing out that he hadn’t seen the best part yet.
He’d see it sooner or later.
Lucifer finally looked away and opened his pouch, pulling out a couple pairs of trousers and so shirts and boxers.
She was worried to see how deeply his hand went into the bag.
It’d been magically expanded; he might have anything in there.
After he put his extra clothes in the closet with hers, he went back to his bag and pulled out a jar.
“I thought you might prefer lube to saliva,” he comnted and set it on the nightstand.
“Yes, thank you.”
“Are you wearing your plug?”
“No.”
“Where is it?”
She nodded towards the closet. “In my underwear drawer.”
“Well, it should feel at ho there,” he said, opening the drawer and finding it.
He set the plug on the nightstand next to the lube. “I think it’s ti we enlarged it again, don’t you?”
Hermione swallowed hard. “How much bigger are you going to make it?”
“Just a touch. It’s nowhere near as wide as my cock, and you take that just fine.”
“That’s different. The plug is hard.”
“And my cock isn’t?”
“Well, of course, but it has so give to it. Plus I wear the plug longer, and I have to walk around. I already feel as though I’ve got a candle shoved up my bum.”
He smirked. “We’ll take it nice and slow.” 'You’ll be begging for it.'
“Okay,” she said, wiggling around so her toes wouldn’t go to sleep.
Lucifer went back to his pouch and felt around for a few seconds.
Cold tal touched his fingers, and he pulled out her clamps.
“I thought you might be missing these,” he said, jingling them around in his palm.
Hermione had a love/hate relationship with the clamps.
She loved them as long as he didn't make them too tight. “Thank you. I think.”
“You think?” he asked. “You didn’t want to take them off last ti.”
“Yes, well, they felt good then. But when you make them tighter, I hate it.”
“I see. Well, I only brought one other item for you. I hope you respond to it more favorably.”
Hermione froze when he pulled out a wooden hairbrush.
It wasn’t big, but she knew better than to believe that that ant anything.
It looked just as bad as his little paddle.
Except with bristles. Lucifer twirled the handle through his fingers as he ca closer to her.
Hermione tried not to squirm as he stood right next to her.
“You’re to keep this visible at all tis, understood?”
She nodded.
“Would you like to test it now?”
Her eyes widened a little.
She did not want to test it out, but if she said yes, he would have to read her knickers. “I’m scared.”
“Why? You haven’t done anything wrong. Have you?”
“No, sir.”
“Then let’s see if I can make you like it.”
Slowly, she nodded.
“That’s my good girl.” He slapped his palm with the back of the brush, and she jumped like a spooked horse.
Lucifer grinned and rubbed the wood over the top of her leg. “You will beg for it tonight. And I will enjoy hearing it.”
He flipped over the brush and ran the stiff bristles lightly over her crotch.
Hermione’s eyes went even wider, and she forced herself not to squirm.
Lucifer’s lips twitched at her attempted restraint. “Is that how you want to play it?” he asked cooly, running one corner of the brush up her torso until he was all the way under her chin, tipping her face to his. “We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Your choice.”
“Did you put up the silencing charm?” she asked quietly.
He slowly shook his head. “No. I’ll do it now—give you so ti to think about your answer.”
He sauntered around the room, lazily flicking his wand at each wall, then he t her eye and did the floor and the ceiling. “All done. No one will hear your pleas for more. Now, are you going to be a good girl, or do I need to show you how much the hairbrush can hurt?”
Her insides were shaking even more than her arms. “I’m your g-good girl,” she whispered with a tremor. “Tell what to do.”
He let out a ragged exhale. “Get over the edge of the bed.”
Hermione stiffly got out of position and slipped down the edge of the bed, keeping watch over her shoulder for his reaction to her knickers.
Lucifer raised one eyebrow as her bum ca into view. He had to bite back his laugh.
All that cajoling and her underwear was doing the begging for her. “Are these the knickers of which you wrote?”
“Yes, sir.”
His finger traced over the letters. “Trust you to buy underwear that involves reading.”
She smiled.
“Would you like to warm you up with my hand first?”
Sighing in relief, she nodded. “Yes, sir.”
“Count for , pet.” 'I want to know when you can’t think anymore.'
He moved to her left side, smoothing out her knickers before starting.
She sighed with the first slap, and he gave her ten more easy ones before starting to get harder.
When she got to fifteen, he could hear her wincing with each word.
The speed stayed slow, but he kept building on the strength with each swat.
Her cheeks bounced, hot and red, as she started to wiggle.
“Twenty-four.”
'Slap!'
“Twenty-five! Shit”
'Slap!'
The strain in her voice got tighter as she got louder.
Her dancing amused him, but it was a bad habit. “If you can’t stay still, get on your toes and spread your legs.”
Her stomach flipped. 'How can I stay still with you saying things like that?'
She popped up onto her toes and stepped her feet apart.
“Wider.”
Her feet went further apart.
“Better. Now keep your feet on the floor.”
“Yes, sir.”
He smirked and started again.
Slap!
“THIRTY-EIGHT!”
Slap!
“Thirty-nine!”
Slap!
She groaned. “Forty!”
Lucifer's cock twitched hard against his zip as she started to moan with every hit.
It took her longer and longer to say the number, and when she got to fifty-five, he had to remind her to say anything at all. “I don’t hear you counting, Granger.”
“Um . . . fifty-four? No, fifty-five.”
“Are you certain? We can start over if you’re unsure.”
“No! I’m sure. Fifty-five.”
He went on.
Even though she kept her feet on the floor, her hips were getting violent.
Her hand flew back to cover herself at sixty-one, and she started to cry into the quilt.
He slid his fingers around her wrist and held her arm to her lower back.
“Keep your hands away,” he murmured, pressing his erection to her hip. “Just a few more then we’ll take a break.”
Her fingers gripped his forearm as he pinned her wrist.
When he started again, his own breathing sounded as labored as hers.
The hits weren’t as hard as before, but they still made her shout.
“Sixty-two!”
Slap!
“Six-ty-three!” she stuttered, squeezing his arm tighter.
Slap!
She moaned and wiggled for a while before she said, “Sixty-four.”
Slap!
Hermione went limp, crying as she attempted to say sixty-five. All that ca out was “six.”
He pulled her knickers into the crack of her bum, checking to see how red her backside was.
Her arse looked lovely.
Scorched, but lovely.
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