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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Hermione peeked around the towel when he turned off the shower.
Her bum clenched shut as the room went silent.
Lucifer got out and pushed the shower curtain out of the way then plugged the drain and turned lever so the water redirected to the tub.
Hermione relaxed again as the water in the tub drowned out the sounds of the toilet.
'At least this ti it's only water.'
Lucifer got the most calming bath salts he had and sprinkled them in the water.
He knew she was watching him, but he pretended not to notice so she’d finish faster.
Laying out a towel for himself, he climbed in the tub and sat with his back to her, waiting while the tub filled.
After a while, and lots of pressing on her belly, Hermione felt drained and empty.
And a little high. She cleaned herself up, grateful he wasn’t watching, and went to wash her hands.
The sound of the toilet flushing made him open his eyes.
'Finally.'
He turned his head to see what she was doing.
She stood at the sink, washing her hands, the white towel wrapped around her like a dress.
“Get in, love,” he murmured.
Hermione still couldn’t look at his face as she smiled and pulled off the towel.
The water felt warm, and she pressed her chest to his stomach as the water sloshed around them.
His hands went to her back, rubbing her tired muscles.
“How’s your bum feel?” he asked the top of her head.
“Weird. But good.”
“Are you sore?”
“Not right now. Just a bit . . . stretchy.”
Lucifer smirked. She stroked his chest hair, petting him like a puppy.
He actually didn’t mind. It was soothing, and he had a feeling it cald her even more than it did him.
She remained quiet for a long ti, the only sound in the room the trickle of water from the tap.
Hermione felt pretty damn relaxed, more so than she’d felt in a long ti.
Her body was tired but sated, her head clear and empty. The constant ntal chatter had quieted.
In the peace, she could hear the steady thump of his heart through his chest.
He had her hair gathered up in one hand and was stroking her back and neck with the other.
It cald her and made her wish he’d fuck her again all at the sa ti.
Lucifer summoned his wand and chard her hair to stay in place.
Her skin felt like satin under his hand, and he followed the soft skin at the back of her arm with his fingertips.
“Did that live up to your fantasy?” he asked, breaking the long silence.
Hermione smiled and circled his nipple with her index finger. “Yes. Better than my fantasy.”
“How did it feel?”
“Intense.”
He smiled. “I concur.”
“What are you going to do to next?”
Lucifer made her look at him. “What do you want to do?”
She shrugged. “Whatever you want.”
“Don’t give that. Tell the truth, or I’ll tie you up and spend the rest of the night breaking in all those paddles and canes.”
Her grin suggested she didn’t think that was a terrible idea. “Will you show that book with the picture?”
He smirked. “Yes.”
“Will you read it to ?”
“The whole book? It’s rather long.”
“Selected passages.”
He nodded. “I suppose.”
“Can we have sex in your boys dorm?”
Lucifer nodded again. “Alright.”
“Can I suck your cock down at the Great Hall? I will be invisible or use that cloak from earlier.”
His eyebrow rose. “Okay. But you’re not going to molest my library, are you?”
She pinched his nipple. “Ha ha.”
“You are a known offender.”
Her fingers pinched harder. “I was never convicted. Can we do it in the kitchen again?”
His other brow popped up with the first. “Culinary cunnilingus?”
Hermione laughed. “Is there any caral, right?”
“Of course.”
“Then I was thinking more of a fellatio fondue.”
Lucifer snickered. “That sounds festive.”
“Will you spank later?”
“I’ll do more than that.”
His hips ground into her belly.
“Will you pretend punish ?”
Lucifer was very amused by that. “Pretend punish you?”
“You know what I an.”
“I most certainly do not. You’re either being punished or you’re not.”
She sighed. “I want you to punish but . . . not be angry. I want it to be sexual.”
“I see. Do you want it to hurt?”
She had to think about that. “Umm . . . yes. But not as much as when you really punish .”
“And what will be the reason behind your pretend punishnt?”
“I hadn’t gotten that far. Just make up sothing.”
“Hmm. I shall.”
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