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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A shiver rolled down her spine, and Hermione widened her stance.
His seated position would make it even easier for him to spot her predicant.
“My, my, Granger. Already?”
The mocking in his voice made her face burn.
'Damn him! Why does this turn on so much?'
Damp curls peeked out from beneath her round bum, the sight of her response the most potent aphrodisiac.
Lucifer rolled up his sleeves and stood where she could see him. “Look at , Hermione”
Turning toward the sound of his voice, she t cold gaze, and every masturbatory fantasy from the past now directly materialized before her eyes.
He wanted to hear her beg for it. “Ask nicely.”
Swallowing hard, Hermione licked her lips. The words seed to be caught in her throat. “Please spank , sir."
His dick twitched in approval.
Standing at her hip, Lucifer rested his hand on her naked buttocks, preparing himself, savoring her soft cool skin.
The loud clap of his hand slapping her rump rang out sharp and clear through the dorm room.
Hermione’s eyes widened at the pain.
He slapped her again. And again.
The rhythmic sound of his hand beca a trono, keeping ti with the stinging heat building in her backside.
Her eyes began to water; she fought against the growing tension and ache.
A grunted whimper slid through her clenched teeth.
Every hit reclaid his attention.
Lucifer didn’t blink. There was too much to see: the lovely shade of red blooming, the way her round globes bounced under his hand.
He felt hypnotized by the view.
Every inch got his most solicitous attention, from the top of her bum to the top of her thighs.
Bright red.
After several minutes, she started wiggling around, distracting him from his task.
“Keep still or I’ll use my belt on you,” Lucifer gave her a stern warning.
'His belt.' A moan escaped her lips. 'Oh god! I hope he didn’t hear that!'
“Fucking hell, Hermione” he muttered, slapping her harder and faster. “The belt it is.”
The burst of intensity pushed a sob up into her chest.
Hermione sucked in a deep breath and held it. Eyes squeezed tight, she gripped the far edge of the desk, knuckles going shiny white, his hand unrelenting.
“Beg for the belt and I’ll give you what you need,” he purred over the blows.
Her mouth opened on its own accord, independent of her brain.
“Please . . .” As soon as Hermione let out her breath, her defenses crumbled, and the sob broke loose.
Her shoulders shook as she started to cry.
The harsh sound of her weeping punctuated the tears that dropped to the desk beneath her.
Lucifer’d been waiting for this, the first round of her release.
She’d been nothing but a tense ball of nerves since she’d walked into his dorm.
A person couldn’t stay wound that tightly for that long. Sothing had to give.
Now that she had submitted to the pain, he only needed to keep the fla alive.
His hand slowed, giving her ti between hits. “That’s it. Let it go.”
The tears decreased as the spanking eased.
Hermione settled against the desktop, her body slack. It felt as if she could finally breathe for the first ti in weeks.
The pain diffused, becoming hazy in the soft glow of her drying tears.
Slow and steady, his hand kept up the burn, and she relaxed into the sweet sting.
“Good girl,” he whispered.
Hermione smiled a little. 'What is wrong with ? I beg him to beat my bum raw and then get off on his words of approval...his voice is just so....'
A lovely weightlessness ca over her, and she let it carry her overactive mind away to a calm empty sea.
After a minute Lucifer stopped and asked, ”Do you still want the belt?”
Hermione considered his proposal.
Her pussy seed to be having a heated debate with her brain. “Yes, but I’m scared. How much is it going to h-hurt?”
The corner of his mouth curled into a half-smile.
Her voice sounded slow and heavy, as though she’d swallowed a bucket of Tranquility Draught. “It won’t be a punishnt.”
Hermione heard the soft tal opening noise, and turned her face to see him, checking inside his wooden trunk.
Long, pale fingers picked out his belt, and her stomach flipped at the sight, a fresh wave of excitent coating her sex.
Lucifer watched her reaction with a predatory smirk. The responding arch in her back wasn’t fidgeting.
She was creaming herself just watching him take out his belt.
He could hear her gentle panting, the lust darkening her eyes impossible to miss.
Returning to her side, Lucifer touched the folded leather to her heated skin. “Thank for each stroke.”
“Yes, sir.”
The leather slapped her cheeks with a small crack, and Hermione jumped, her nerves frayed.
It scared her more than it hurt; but she did arch her back for more. “Thank you, sir!”
Lucifer hit her again, delighting in her moan.'....Hermione sounds as though she’s getting fucked....'
The bulge in his pajamas needed adjusting before he could continue.
Every snap of the leather across her backside brought a more lascivious “Thank you, sir!” than the last.
By the ti they got to twelve, Lucifer was rock hard and seriously considering taking her up on her earlier offer right then and there.
Tossing aside the belt, he pald her fiery red cheeks.
Soft whimpers floated up to him as he kneaded away so of the sting.
Her back arched harder, offering up more of her burning backside to his touch.
Grinding his crotch against her, he grunted, jaw clenched.
Lucifer knew his pajamas must be abrading her scorched skin, but she rubbed back against him as if she couldn’t get enough.
“Please, sir,” Hermione whispered, while trying to control her emotions.
“Please what?” he asked, crushing his length between her cheeks.
“Please touch more,” she begged.
The desperation in her voice made him even harder.
“Turn around.” Lifting her slightly, he set her on top of the desk.
When her bum hit the hard surface, she made a noise of pain through pursed lips. “Anything wrong?”
Hermione t his laughing eyes, “No, sir.” she said, with a blank face.
“Then, lean back.”
His hands hooked under her knees and pushed them to her chest.
She didn’t know where to look. His eyes told a story of desire, but his hands had beco unduly fascinating.
When one long finger traced the line of her sex, she gasped, her eyes rolling back, preventing her from seeing anything at all.
Lucifer grazed her clit with his thumb as he sank a finger inside her.
Her reaction was better than he’d imagined: a sharp inhale accompanied a fitful roll of the hips.
When he added another finger, Hermione felt as if her head would float off; it didn’t seem to be connected to her body anymore.
Her entire being had been concentrated into the few inches of skin he was touching.
With a flick of his palm, her shirt fell open, revealing a red lace teen bra.
The dusky pink of her areolae were clearly visible through the sheer lace, her nipples hard and begging for attention.
“Touch them,” he ordered.
There was only a brief, tentative pause; and then Hermione lay back, her hands ghosting over her ribs before cupping her growing breasts.
Her fingers brushed the stiff peaks then pinched them, her back jumping with a short spasm.
Curling his fingers, Lucifer continued his thodical assault, intent on watching her deconstruct.
“A very naughty girl indeed,” he hissed above her.
Her pussy lted at the sound of his voice. His fingers made her ache; pressure built.
She felt like a tea kettle on the verge of boiling over. It was so much more intense than when she did it herself.
Alone in her room at ho, she wasn’t on display, and Hermione knew what was coming next.
Here, his eyes burned over every inch of her while he teased her rcilessly.
Lucifer couldn’t forget the trickle of liquid he’d gotten from her during her birthday.
She would give him more this ti.
“Do you want to show you what your body can do?” he asked, stroking the spot along her front wall a little faster, his thumb still swiping over her engorged nub.
“Yes!” Hermione practically shouted, out the top of her lungs.
“Do as I tell you.”
She nodded, desperate for anything he could give her.
His fingers pressed harder against the wall of her vagina as his hand rattled against her.
The pressure rose to an uncomfortable level, and Hermione suddenly needed the loo.
He hovered over her. “Do you feel that?”
Hermione looked at him, with a surprised expression on her face, 'Does he know I’ve got to go?'
The corner of his mouth twitched.
“You don’t need the loo. I want you to try to push out my fingers.” He saw her hesitation. “Now.”
On his order, her inner muscles bore down.
Sothing was close, but Hermione didn’t know what; she could scarcely breathe.
Just when she thought she might pass out, the dam inside her burst, and her back arched off the table.
Waves of bliss wracked her entire body.
“Yes,” he breathed as the girl shuddered and moaned.
The tempest ebbed away, leaving her dazed and limp.
Hermione felt his fingers prodding her entrance.
She’d only been dimly aware that he’d pulled them out as she ca, focusing his talents on the bundle of nerves nestled at the apex of her sex.
Once back inside, he curled against her front wall again.
A strangled cry leapt from her mouth as her back leapt off the desk.
“Was that to your satisfaction?”
“Y-yes, sir,” Hermione panted, eting his eyes with a blush. “Thank you.”
He gave no verbal reply, just a tiny smirk.
Lucifer was teasing her again, circling her clit with his thumb then pulling away as the pleasure crested.
Another orgasm appeared on the horizon, making her mind reel. She was still out of breath from the last one.
“But, Hermione....you’ve made quite a ss on my desk” Lucifer even chided the girl, while shaking his head.
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