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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"Co along, we haven't got all night," Lucifer said, stepping over the edge.
She followed, but then just stood there, unsure where she should sit.
Lucifer leaned himself back to the right side and motioned for her to sit on top of him, "Against , Hermione"
She turned and sat in his lap, her back against his chest.
The water was hot and steamy, and she relaxed into the warmth of his body.
He felt solid beneath her, which was infinitely better than the cold tal of the tub.
Bending his knees, he slid them both lower, making the water slosh up over her tight nipples; they puckered in the open air as the water settled just beneath them.
One of his arms snaked under hers and ran along her side before coming to rest on her breast.
She watched his pale hand as he idly plucked and rubbed one pointed peak.
They lay quietly for a while.
Lucifer left the water trickling to keep them warm; the sound of the drizzling stream filled the silence, lulling them into a tranquil daze.
He ran his other hand up under her arm and slid along her wet stomach as her hands dropped down to stroke the sides of his hips.
His prick lay snug between her cheeks.
"Tell ," he murmured, breaking the silence, "Which of your fantasies would you like to try in real life first?"
Hermione was glad he wasn't looking at her straight on. She knew she must be redder than a Quaffle.
Her tongue seed to be hexed to the roof of her mouth.
Having him do everything she'd ever imagined was what she wanted, but she couldn't say that out loud.
It was too embarrassing. What if he hadn't seen everything in her head?
What if he laughed at her?
"Cat got your tongue, Granger?"
"Please don't make say it, sir."
"How will you ever get what you want if you don't ask?"
Hermione squird around on top of him, her stomach tying itself in knots. "What, exactly, have you seen . . . in my head, I an?"
A grin curled his lips as he recalled. "I told you, I've seen everything."
'Everything?
How does he know it's everything?'
"Why don't you tell which one you liked best?" She'd be happy with anything he suggested.
His chest shook as he silently laughed. "Nice try, Hermione, but I'm not letting you off the hook. Tell what you think about most."
Staring at the light glinting off the running water, Hermione bit her lip, heart pounding.
'How is talking the most nerve wracking thing I've been through tonight?'
She had to say sothing. Sighing, she breathed out her answer in a rush, "Anal sex."
Lucifer's grin widened, but at least he not laughed at her, "Was that really so difficult?"
"Yes!" she shot back.
"I don't think you're quite ready for that yet," he purred in her ear, sliding his hand down between their bodies to tease her plug.
Hermione whimpered at the prodding. Knowing he was thinking about it turned her on even more.
"Tell another," he whispered.
"I can't," she moaned. "Just tell what you want?!"
"No. I like to hear you say it. Now tell what you want or it'll be a real caning later."
Hermione bit her lower lip, worrying it raw with her teeth. Sighing hard, she forced out, "Tie to the bed?"
He chuckled in her ear, "A given. What else?"
Hermione shook her head. "That's all."
"I know for a fact that is not all, pet"
"You said to tell you what I wanted to do most in real life. Just because I think sothing doesn't necessarily an I want to do it in real life."
"True, but I know you're holding out on . I'll let it slide this one ti, but in the future, when I ask you a question, I expect an honest answer."
Hermione rolled over in the water, pressing those little breasts to his belly, now burying her face against his chest. "Please don't be angry with . I just can't say it."
"I'm not angry, just disappointed."
'That's even worse!' She groaned, squeezing her eyes closed.
His disappointnt ate at her and burned her stomach like acid.
Her insides churned, a tempest of failure blustering in the pit of her belly.
'Bugger!'

“Tell , Hermione, what is it you really desire more than anything else in this life?”
Hermione felt like her ears were ringing, she couldn't go back, and took the deepest breath her body could hold.
Stretching her lungs to capacity, then forced out the words in one long torrent of confession, talking as fast as she could before she lost her nerve.
"I want you to punish more. I want you to tell what to do and say things that make blush. I want you to hurt and then take care of , and I want to be your slave. I've read about Ti-turners in Hogwarts: A History, and thought about using it to be with two or three of you at once, and maybe play with my own copy a bit. Only, it's going to be very difficult without looking...so, I am not sure about that. I've thought about you fucking in every corner of the library and in the middle of the Quidditch pitch and while we ride your broom. I want to suck caral and whipped cream off your cock in the middle of the Great Hall. I want to put mirrors all around your bed so I can watch you fuck from every angle. And I read about a girl getting punished with an enema, and it made so wet, even though it scares . Sweet Circe, what the hell is wrong with ?!"
Dizziness gripped her head, and the tub started to slowly spin. 'I'm going to pass out.'
Lucifer held her tight with one arm while the other stroked her back in calm circles.
He stared blankly at the top of her head for several seconds, beyond shocked that she'd admitted so much.
No one could ever say she wasn't brave.
It was the most open anyone had been with him in a long ti.
Maybe ever.
"Bloody hell. You didn't have to do it all in one go," Lucifer muttered as he rubbed her back. "And there is nothing wrong with you."
Fighting back the tears, Hermione took a shaky breath.
She was relieved he hadn't laughed or pulled away in disgust.
Kissing the top of her curly head, Lucifer cupped her face and made her look up at him. "I think we can manage most of that. Maybe not the Great Hall one."
Her gaze darted between his mouth and his eyes. 'Is he serious?'
"I am practicing Disillusionnt charm on my body a lot, if it fails...then, we can just use Harry's cloak?"
"....Wow, you have really given it a long thought?"
"Yeah. I . . . do you have any problem having sex with clone...or well..I'm not sure....if that's your past or future version?" she said uneasily. "I would know more about it during holidays, at least that's what Professor McGonagall revealed about our 3rd year curriculum...she was sure I would opt that...."
Chuckling, Lucifer traced her mouth with his thumb. "Having sex with myself sounds a little too twisted, even for ."
"P-Please don't be upset."
"I am not. But, you are correct about not being able to look, since it will destroy the tiline...I will look for an alternative before next year starts."
"You're really not horrified by anything I said?!" she asked, biting her lip.
Lucifer now burst out loud. "Did you really think, the Devil would scare away with exhibitionism and enemas?"
Blushing, Hermione kept her focus on his chin, too embarrassed to et his eyes for more than a second.
"I hadn't seen the mirror scenario. Is that new?"
She nodded. "I thought about it last night when I was trying to go to sleep."
Interesting. It was a decent start. And she was adorably corruptible.
He lifted her chin higher, making her look him in the eye. "Are you all right now?" he asked softly.
Her body continued to tremble slightly, but otherwise, she seed to have recovered from her confession.
"I guess so, sir."
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