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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Pushing at her opening, he focused on entering her slowly, using just the tip to tease her. 

'So bloody tight.' And hot. It felt as if he were dipping his dick into molten lava.

His black eyes hypnotized her, lulling her into a hazy realm of skin and sweat.

The dull burn of opening around him left her mind spinning.

Each tiny forward thrust took him a little deeper, filling her in exquisite increments.

When he felt the slight resistance of her remaining hymen, he stopped and steadied himself.

Her legs crept around his hips, and the feel of her wrapped around him in so many ways entangled his brain in a heady web of sensation.

He had to stay in control.

With a patience that should have qualified him for sainthood, Lucifer pressed against the tattered remains of her barrier until it gave way.

Hermione felt the slow burn burst to a flame. The raw sting of being torn. He stilled inside her, waiting.

“Breathe,” he whispered.

The breath she’d been holding whooshed out of her lungs.

After a few more gasps, the sting started to fade.

Her hips knew what her brain didn’t and rocked against him, massaging away most of the soreness.

As the tension in her pelvis dissolved, he began to move again.

Once her body learned the magic of friction, her hips refused to stay still.

Each thrust led him deeper into her wilderness. He was getting lost.

Teeth gnashing in a rictus of effort, he fought to stay centered. His eyes never strayed from her face, bearing witness to every gasp and grimace.

A look of dazed confusion settled in her eyes.

“Feeling, all right?” he whispered.

Lucifer watched her nod as if under an Imperius. When his glans bumped her cervix, he stopped.

He had to rest and gather himself before starting again.

Her inner muscles twitched and stuttered around him. 

Glorious. Leaning on one arm, he brought his hand to her breast, her nipple firm and springy between his fingers.

The faraway look in her eyes disappeared as he pinched, and her pussy clenched around him in response.

“Please,” Hermione whispered, circling her hips.

His voice caught in his throat, and he couldn’t reply. All of his concentration was focused on not tearing into her and, now, not coming as she writhed.

Easing in and out of her in short, little thrusts, he stayed deep.

Her hands now pawed at his thighs. It drove him mad. 

'My little lioness.' Even if she had been perfectly still, Lucifer still would’ve been close to the breaking point.

Her pussy was strangling him.

Hermione sighed as his pace increased. The pain was mostly gone, but she felt so full.

Although she knew it was physically impossible, she was pretty sure if he went any deeper he’d hit her stomach.

He’d gotten her so wet that his continued re-entry felt smooth and easy, but the sensation of fullness bordered on bursting, and a dull ache gripped her lower belly with each thrust.

Sliding her hands down to his bum, she felt his muscles flex and move beneath her fingers.

The strength that lay hidden under the surface made her mental.

It was almost scary.

He had the capacity to hurt her, but he didn’t.

The knitted line between his brows testified to his restraint.

The feel of her soft hands squeezing his backside chipped away at his resolve.

A layer of control broke off and fell by the wayside.

He sped up. “Put down your legs,” Lucifer growled through clenched teeth. “Rub your clit against me.” He couldn’t stop.

She’d have to work it out on her own.

Unwinding her legs, she let them fall softly outside of his.

The adjustment tipped her pelvis more, his pubic bone almost brushing her clit. 'Just a little more.'

Arching her back further, Hermione groaned as his next thrust hit home.

“Yes,“ she hissed. “I need more!”

Lucifer tried to drag his hips against her as much as he could. Her eyes closed, and her head rolled back, bearing the column of her throat.

Dipping his lips to her neck, he also used his teeth and lips to mark her. 

'Mine.'

A terse cry flew from her when his mouth found her pulse. The burn at her jugular amplified the ache in her sex.

Whenever he pulled out, she felt momentarily empty; when he re-entered, her channel sloshed to overflowing.

He was like the tide washing against her.

Licking the bruises he’d left, his tongue soothed her skin.

Her nails dug small half-moons into his back, and Lucifer felt his pulse quicken at the pain.

Abandoning her neck, he nipped her earlobe, and her nails sank deeper.

“Please talk to me,” she panted.

He wasn’t sure he could.

Her tight sheath had a stranglehold on his sex and his vocal cords.

Or maybe he just didn’t have enough blood left in his brain for that particular function.

All that came out the first try was a breathy groan.

“Your voice makes me wet,” Hermione whispered, looking at the tile below.

He’d suspected as much, but it was satisfying to hear.

Her whispered request also penetrated his ears, “I want to come with your cock deep inside me.”

“Fuck,” he gasped, finding his voice. 'Fifty points should be added to Gryffindor....'

'Say something, Lucifer. If she keeps talking like that, you’re done for.'

“Your pussy feels so good, pet,” he rasped against her neck before latching on again.

The sharp sting of nails raking down his back made him grunt.

“You like having me inside you, don’t you?” It was getting easier to talk, but his thrusts unconsciously sped up. 

'Be careful....'. “I’ve been thinking about fingering your tight little bum all week.”

She bucked against him.

He knew she’d like that. “Did you think about my finger inside you every night when you put in that plug?”

A whimpered "yes" ghosted past his ear.

“You want my fingers in your arse right now, don’t you?”

“Yes.”

“I can feel you getting wetter.” Lucifer nipped her neck again. “You’re close, aren’t you?”

Hermione nodded but gave no vocal answer, too caught up in her pleasure.

The friction of her clit against him was so violent he wouldn’t have been surprised to see smoke pouring out from between their bodies.

“I know what you’ve been thinking about this week.”

He actually did.

She’d all but flung the images at him, her sexual fixations burning to the forefront of her mind whenever she met his eyes.

It was so easy for him to read her mind.

“All your twisted fantasies,” Lucifer murmured. “The ones you’re too ashamed to admit even to yourself.”

His tongue ran along the edge of her ear. “I know.”

Nails tore down his lower back and bit into his arse cheeks.

The hot panting in his ear turned to soft hisses as her jaw locked.

Hermione’s mind spun with all the perverted thoughts she’d been thinking lately.

'How much of it did he know?!'

Embarrassment flooded her face with crimson heat.

Lucifer smirked, catching the blush. “I know everything. Every last humiliating scenario you’ve imagined. I’ve seen it.”

Beneath him, her hips tried to lift off the bed. A sobbing whimper echoed behind her sealed lips.

“You’re ready to come for me, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes,” Hermione forced out.

“I want to feel you all around me,“ he rumbled. “Let go. Come for me now.”

His teeth sank into her neck again, and her body spontaneously lurched over the hill she’d been climbing.

Her legs relaxed.

She didn’t have to work for it anymore. “Lucifer!” she called out as the first wave hit her.

His name became a moan, and no more words would come to her.

Lucifer felt her walls start to constrict around him as she cried out his name.

She somehow made it sound like both a cheer and a plea.

Lifting his face from her neck, he watched her jaw go slack, giving her a stunned look of rapture.

She was a goddess. Wild. Untamed.

Her cry echoed through his balls, and he stumbled past the point of no return.

His hips jerked against her, spasms shooting through his groin and belly.

'Fucking hell.' Her muscles convulsed around him, milking him until he ran dry.

Shuddering, he buried his face in her bushy hair and panted against her shoulder.

A rogue jolt of pleasure coursed through Hermione as he still laid inside her.

With a low groan, Lucifer pulled out, and moved upwards to rest.

Hermione whimpered turning around to see his beautiful face, as he withdrew, feeling empty without him.

Pitted. His hair was disheveled, and he appeared utterly knackered.

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