Harry Potter: S*x Oriented Hogwarts

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 Amenadiel, time works differently for her, she has already surpassed age of 18+)

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Looking confused, she croaked back, “I did?”

“Have you never read about female ejaculation in all your extracurricular studies?”

Lucifer's tone was mocking, but the words flew through Hermione’s head, making her dizzy.

Actually, she had read about it, even happened to her once at home!

Besides, on her birthday, she didn't create a big mess on Lucifer's pillow,

That's why she’d assumed that, it was just something of a diverse topic in women and she isn't a type of squirting.

But, the revelation of what her body could do floundered around in her brain, scrabbling for purchase.

Lucifer felt the velvety wall of her channel swelling against his fingers and knew he had her.

It was incredibly sexy when she came, the power he felt intoxicating.

A large part of him wanted to humiliate and punish her, but another part was entranced by her responsiveness.

He wanted to watch her come again and again, leaving her uptight goody-two-shoes attitude in a puddle at his feet.

Witnessing her transformation from know-it-all to nymphomaniac made him quite high.

The way he played her made Hermione mental.

Sure fingers curled and stroked her g-spot like a maestro.

Books (and some informative magazines Parvati had lent her) had led her to the general area, but it never felt like this with her own hand.

His wide thumb kept perfect time over her clit then lifted away, getting softer and lighter each time it returned.

Her panting dissolved into whimpered moans.

“That’s it. You’re ready to come for me again, aren’t you? Come for me, Hermione. Let me feel your tight little pussy soaking my hand.”

His voice was dark heat in her ears, like honey sliding down her belly and pooling at her entrance.

An inarticulate “Unh!” sprang from her lips as the ache crescendoed and covered her.

White light exploded in her brain, and a stream of liquid spilled from her folds and ran down between her cheeks.

Lucifer strummed at her clit the whole time, slowing as she started to come down.

Aftershocks left her twitching happily on his desk.

He watched the content smile spread over her lips.

'How sweet. She thinks I’m through with her...'

His fingers entered her again, and her eyes flew open, meeting his with a panicked stare.

“Please, sir. I can’t again!” Hermione pleaded, eyes looking watery.

Lucifer raised an quirky eyebrow. “I disagree.” The inner turmoil played out over her features. “Was this not what you requested?”

Hermione threw her arm over her face in frustration. “Please, sir. No more. I can't do it again!"

“I cautioned you about making deals with me the last time you were caught in this room. You obviously learned nothing.”

His fingers curled inside her again, and Hermione muffled a whimper with her arm.

Lucifer knew her body better than she did, and he knew what she did secretly in her dorm room at night.

Desire left her thoughts open for perusal; he’d seen all kinds of interesting things over the past weeks.

'I know how to make you come again and quickly at that...'

His free hand was no longer holding her lips apart.

His hand moved lower.

One finger brushed across her anus, and she froze, eyes opening wide behind her arm.

For a brief moment, Hermione thought it had just been an accident, but the finger returned and rubbed at the tight entrance, dispelling any doubt.

She stopped breathing, torn between terror and excitement.

Her entire cleft was wet with juices, and when he applied a little more pressure, his fingertip sank into her bum.

'Oh God!"

Lucifer watched her go completely still and grinned with triumph.

'Yes, you’re my dirty little Gryffindor, aren’t you?'

He went deeper; it was painfully tight inside.

'One wrong move and she’s going to snap off my finger.'

“Relax,” he murmured. “And breathe.”

Gasping in a flood of air, Hermione forced her buttocks to unclench. The more she relaxed, the deeper he went.

His other hand rewarded her efforts, lightly teasing her clit whenever she fought the urge to tense, distracting her with pleasure.

After several minutes he was buried completely inside her.

“Good girl,” he groaned softly.

Her pussy twitched at the praise and the heat in his voice.

Blood rushed, loud and hot, in her ears.

'Sweet Circe! I’m ready to come again.'

Rolling her hips against his hand, Hermione heard a muted growl and felt his thumb start sweeping back and forth over her clit.

The finger in her bum stayed deep but wiggled against her soft walls.

There were too many sensations happening at once for her to have any coherent thoughts.

“I know what you want . . . what you need,” Lucifer rumbled over her. “Don’t I?”

“Yes,” she gasped behind her elbow.

“Look at me.”

Hermione let her arm fall over her head and met his eye, embarrassment burning her face.

“You’ve dreamt about me fingering this tight little hole, haven’t you?” he demanded.

She opened her mouth to speak, but her tongue had gone on strike.

Trapped under his intense gaze, Hermione was unable to admit anything vocally.

Lucifer’s eyebrows shot up in sudden understanding, and his mouth curled into a wicked grin.

“Oh, I see. That’s not all you’ve been dreaming about me putting in here.” He watched her eyes roll back, and the muscles in her sphincter tightened rhythmically around his finger as her body released another stream of liquid for him.

The hoarseness of her cry was a symphony—the jerking spams of her body, one of the greatest performance he’d witnessed in years.

“Lovely,” he whispered.

Hermione thought she heard him say something, but it was hard to hear over the pounding in her ears and her own guttural shouting.

Easing his finger from her puckered hole, Lucifer cleaned his hands with a quick spell.

His back ached from bending over her for so long, and he rose with a spine-cracking sigh.

Leaning back, he sank into his chair to watch her come down.

Hermione presented a delightful image of debauchery before him.

He’d never be able to look at his desk again without seeing her sprawled there, half-naked, pussy glistening.

When her panting stopped, he stood. “Have you recovered, Hermione?”

“I think so, sir.”

He held out his hand and helped her to sit.

Gripping her chin, Lucifer forced her eyes to meet his and purred, “Show me what you learned.”

Eyes wide with comprehension, scenes from their last episodes flooded her brain.

She wanted nothing more than to touch him and make him lose control, to repay the effort.

With a small smile, Hermione nodded and slid off the desk to kneel before him.

Lucifer almost groaned out loud at the sight. She did look delectable on her knees like that. “Good. But you’re wearing too much.”

'Too much? He wants me naked?

No one had seen me totally nude since I was about five.'

She was elated by his desire to see her, but frightened at the prospect of actually having him see her.

'Don’t be ridiculous, Hermione. He just wants you to take off your clothes.

He’s already seen most of you anyway. And you get naked every day. You can do it now!'

Taking a deep breath to steady herself, she started with her shirt.

It was falling off already and, therefore, hid the least.

The room felt colder as the garment landed on the floor.

Hermione turned her back to him and unzipped her skirt, her fingers trembling.

She finally managed to get it undone.

When it fell to her feet, she squeezed her eyes shut, trying to block out reality for a minute.

Just the bra. You’re almost there.

It unhooked far too quickly, and she slid it down her arms, dropping it into the pile with the rest of her clothes.

Naked, she huddled with her arms obscuring all they could.

Lucifer pinched the bridge of his nose in exasperation. He’d just had his finger in her arse while she screamed out her orgasm on his desk, and now she was trying to hide herself like a firstie changing in front of their dorm-mates.

“Stop covering yourself.”

Hermione didn’t want to upset him (and he sounded annoyed), so she let her arms fall to her sides and turned to face him.

Hot and flushed, she stared at his feet, fighting the instinct to conceal herself.

“Better. Leave on the socks and shoes."

'That’s a bit pervy...' she thought.

'Shut up, Hermione, you love it!'

“Come closer,” Lucifer said, sitting back in his chair.

Walking to stand between his spread legs, she felt lightheaded.

The shaking in her hands wouldn’t stop.

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