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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One eye cracked open to check on her. She was grinning that ridiculous grin again. 'No, slightly different this time.'

She was thinking; something was tumbling through that overactive brain of hers. 

“What?” Lucifer growled, feeling quite exasperated.

Hermione's grin now grew. “That was brilliant.”

It caused him to sigh in relief.

“Can we do it again?” she asked hopefully.

A tired smile pulled at his lips. “You’ll have to give me a minute.”

Lucifer had more hard work to do, making sure her body didn't hurt.

While, laughing quietly, Hermione raked her eyes over his naked body.

Even soft, his prick held her attention. It had a red tint to it. “Lucifer, how are you going to collect my blood?”

His eyes snapped open. 

Damn. He looked down to where her eyes were fixed, the blood already starting to dry.

Glancing at her, he saw a small crimson smear marking her thigh. 

'How could I be so forgetful?'

Groping blindly beneath his pillow, Lucifer found his wand, to conjure an empty phial.

As it sailed through the air, he caught it deftly in one hand.

With a practiced ease, he ran his wand over himself and siphoned off the blood, depositing it in the phial.

“Spread your legs,” Lucifer ordered and repeated the procedure on her. “This might feel . . . odd,” he warned.

With two fingers, he parted her sex.

A light suctioning glided over her clit and through her folds. It was odd, but not unpleasant.

The sensation entered her, and she shivered.

He transferred what he’d pulled from her body into the glass tube, studying it for a few seconds before sealing it with the stopper.

The blood that had started to dry on their bodies had turned brown, but the one from inside her shone deep red.

It seemed like so little once bottled up.

“Thank you,” Lucifer said, turning to place it in the bedside drawer.

His inability to meet her eyes as he said it almost made her laugh.

Then, Hermione thought about it and realized she’d rarely heard him thank any person except her.

Well . . . sarcastically he had, but that didn’t count.

It struck her that maybe his parents had never given him anything that would cause him to say it. 

'....that’s a bit depressing.' She watched him sink back into the pillows, his eyes closing.

Lucifer could feel her staring at him but kept his eyes shut. She was just going to have to bloody wait.

It felt as though he’d just sprinted the entire globe.

Hermione quickly got antsy in the interim. Her bum was sore from the cane and raw from grinding against his bed; it was all she could think about.

The heat spread, arousing her.

Lucifer peeked out through slitted lids. The casual pose she’d fallen into after shagging no longer looked lazy.

Her muscles were starting to jump in agitation. 

'No rest for the wicked.'

“Turn over,” he said, glaring at her.

She rolled over and looked back at him, eager for whatever he had planned.

Lucifer smirked to himself. She was so bloody obvious. 

Turning his neck and feeling a satisfying crack, his head cleared a bit, and he forced himself to move.

He’d torture her until he was ready again. “Get on your hands and knees.”

She complied.

Lucifer shifted into the middle of the bed and slid his legs beneath her.

Grabbing her hips, he hauled her back so she was straddling him, again.

Hermione let out a small squeak of surprise, and her round cheeks clenched in nervous excitement.

Collapsing back onto the pillows, he pulled her further backward.

It was the same way he read in bed, but he had to admit, he found the current subject matter much more entertaining.

Her face rested between his knees, and when she turned her head, her breath breezed up his thigh.

Lucifer palmed the bouncy flesh of her arse and kneaded the welts he’d left earlier.

Wave of his palm, toward the trunk.

A jar of lube flew over and settled next to him on the bed.

Holding her open with the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, he smeared the slickness over her puckered hole.

Her body flinched at the cold, but Lucifer stayed with her, one patient fingertip massaging her opening.

Her bum twitched and flexed under his hand.

Pushing in just a fraction of an inch, he smirked as she tried to impale herself on his finger.

When he pulled away, Hermione growled in frustration, “Do-

“Keep still or I’ll stop!” he cut her off.

Thighs tightening around him, Hermione tensed to stay still.

Parting her again, he teased her virgin opening. He took his time, feeling her flanks squeeze hard to keep herself in check.

Sliding the tip of his finger back inside, he heard her muffled whine ringing through the bedspread.

Lucifer rewarded her continued restraint by twisting his finger deeper.

“Please!” The bed absorbed her broken shout.

“Please?”

'You bloody bastard!'  The mocking laughter in that single word almost snapped her resolve.

Hermione really wanted to turn around and smack him. He knew exactly what he was doing.

She had no recourse.

If she acted on her desperation, he’d deny her further. 'Bugger!' Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and swallowed the anger.

“I need more,” she said calmly over the shaking in her limbs.

Both her needs and control were impressive.

Lucifer ignored his own desires for the time being. The quivering of her muscles belied her actual state. “Use your words,” he admonished.

Hermione held back an irritated growl. “Please shove your finger up my arse!”

He smiled. “Good girl.”

His finger disappeared inside her, and she adjusted quickly, welcoming the invasion.

Even after a week of stretching, Hermione still felt tight as a drum; he couldn’t help imagining his cock pushing past that constrictive ring of muscle.

With a languid patience, he fucked her bum with one long finger.

When he pulled out to add more lube, she whimpered as if ready to cry. 

'Is she close again?'

A sharp slap made her backside tense.

As she relaxed, he pushed in two fingers.

Hermione gave a hiss and clenched, halting his movements; he waited while she stretched.

When the tension left her back, and her cheeks stopped squeezing, he went in a little further.

They continued back and forth until his fingers were buried to the hilt.

“Very good, Hermione,” he purred, stroking the weals on her backside with his free hand. “Two fingers. Not bad. How many did you manage when you imagined me fucking your arse?”

Her eyes went wide. 'Damn it. That wasn’t a bluff earlier. He really does know!'

Denial seemed pointless. “Just one.”

Lucifer smacked her bum. “I suggest that while having you in such a precarious position, address me with the proper respect.”

“I’m sorry, sir.”

'You will be...' “Did you really think that one finger was sufficient for such a fantasy?"

Hermione shook her head, her hair tickling his legs. “It was all I could handle at the time, sir.”

Wriggling his fingers inside her, he heard her sharp inhale. “Would you like me to fuck you while I do this?”

“Yes, sir,” she moaned.

“Crawl into the middle of the bed,” he breathed.

Her squirming had left him rock hard, his cock eager to be inside her once more.

She scrambled into the middle of the bed and presented her round backside to him.

He followed right behind her, pushing her head lower and running his hand up her inner thigh.

More lube got spread over her bum before he tossed the jar across the bed out of their way.

Splitting her folds, his cock easily found her pussy, and she accepted his entry with far more ease than before.

After teasing her bum for a few minutes, he sank his finger back in and probed her depths, feeling his cock move through the thin wall.

The new position felt even fuller, and Hermione was certain he would puncture something inside her.

She looked back on her previous feelings of fullness with fond amusement. 

'I feel like a stuffed turkey...'

It didn’t hurt as much as the first time, but his fingers were blazing a path of fire, adding a new element to the mix.

Balling her hands into fists, Hermione waited for the heat to build itself to a roaring flame.

She was so insanely wet he could hear the slick squish as he drove into her, his pelvis glinting with her glory.

Lucifer never wanted it to stop.

Fucking her until the end of time sounded like the best damn idea he’d ever had.

For the time being, he just wanted to bask in her incredible restrictive heat, burrow into every last inch of her molten snatch, making her beg for more.

The only drawback of this position was that he couldn’t see her face, just like before.

'Don’t be thick, Lucifer.

Are you the Devil or not?'

He paused, flicking his palm towards the mirror, which flew over and settled at the foot of the bed.

She had emitted a hoarse sound of frustration when he’d stilled, but the look on her face when she saw their reflection was delicious.

Her eyes meet his in the mirror, and when he starts moving again, Hermione seems mesmerized by the image.

She was mildly horrified when she saw her reflection.

It looked as if she’d been playing in the ground, the whole day.

Her hair was a fright and there were deep discolored blotches on her neck and collarbone where he’d marked her skin.

The top edge of her bum (all she could see) glowed dark red, and his hand was just barely visible as his fingers sank into her. 

'Bloody hell.' She was awestruck as he resumed movement.

Her body blocked his lower half from view, but what she could see was spellbinding: the heat in his eyes, the way his muscles moved under his pale skin, the sway of his body as he entered her.

She couldn’t look away.

Her pussy started to twitch. Slithering his hand around her hip, Lucifer flattened his fingers against her clit. “Come for me,” he whispered.

Each jolt of impact drew another whimper from her.

Her head fell forward to rest on the bed.

“Don’t hide your face.”

In the mirror, she looked up at him through her hair, panting.

“Good girl. Now come for me.”

Somehow her body obeyed, as if it had been waiting to hear him say the words.

'Or maybe he’s just really good at knowing when to say it', she thought.

Her muscles clenched around him, pulsating and contracting as she let out a raspy wail.

The fingers in her arse curled and shook, prolonging her release.

Lucifer watched her face contort into a look of pain as she climaxed, her pussy clamping around him so tightly he could barely move.

He ground his teeth together, fighting his own pleasure.

When Hermione slumped in exhaustion, he pulled out his fingers and grasped her hips, not wanting to hold back any longer.

Animalistic grunts spilled from his lips as he slammed his cock into her.

Her face remained buried in the mattress, and all he could make out was a muffled “unh."

He sped up even more, riding her.

Sweat trickled down the side of his face, and he gripped her soft flesh, not wanting her to slip away.

Hermione could tell by the sounds he made that he was close.

It was so rare to see him in a moment of complete abandon.

The pressure in her started to build again, but she was too tired to fight for it.

It felt as if he were attempting to beat another orgasm out of her. Hermione peeked through her hair at their reflection. 

'Sweet Circe!'

The look of concentration on his face was beautiful.

His arms strained with effort as his hips snapped into her. He looked like a vengeful spirit.

His balls slapped against her, and she felt her muscles go stiff. So, so close.

Despite the exhaustion weighting her limbs, she wanted it. 

'....Just one more time.'

Lucifer wondered if he was hurting her too much. She’d stopped making noises—stopped begging.

In the mirror, she appeared to be fine, just a slack mound of limbs, a tumbleweed of brown curls hiding her face.

He’d check on her in a minute, fix anything that needed it. He went back to watching the endless loop of his cock disappearing into her pussy. Exquisite.

When she heard his muttered “fuck," Hermione realized he was closer than she’d thought. 

'Damn.' Reaching a hand between her legs, she stroked her clit.

It felt strangely sensitive but didn’t hurt like she thought it might.

Tilting back her head, she watched him fuck her like a madman. 'Right there.'

Lucifer felt his balls start to tingle and slammed into her, riding out his release, jerking as bolts of pleasure shot through his spine and radiated from his cock.

Hermione stayed still as he spasmed behind her; she heard him whisper her name.

Her pussy responded with a flowing spasm. 'There.' Liquid heat seeped from her snatch.

Pulling out, Lucifer watched, dazzled, as her hand skimmed over her clit and clear liquid ran over her fingers and down her arm, dripping onto the duvet.

More trickled out—some flicking onto his leg. 'Oh, Bloody fucking hell.' He ran his hand over the wet spot.

Hermione broke her silence by sinking down flat against the bed and gasping for air.

Crawling next to her, Lucifer ran his fingertips down her sweaty back. “You certainly know how to put a flourish on the end of a performance.”

Too tired to reply, her eyes fell closed.

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