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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"Hands on your head."

Hermione's hands shot up into her hair, and Lucifer slid his fingers around to the front of her trousers and unfastened them.

Yanking the denim over her hips, he pulled down her knickers as well, crouching down to shove them to her knees.

The balm had healed the damage to her arse, leaving only some slight pinkness and pale white lines.

"I want to see your nose touching that wall," Lucifer growled. "Stay there pet, while I decide what to do with you."

He could hear her nervous swallowing.

"Yes, sir."

Now back down on the bed, Lucifer stroked his chin and stared at her arse while he thought.

He was angry because she didn't think about the negatives which might have occurred at all.

If Patil had chosen to go run for McGonagall, both would have been screwed.

Lucifer didn't know what kind of answer, he would give to her family, if her not so virgin state was exposed.

His left hand balled into an angry fist against his thigh.

Sneering at himself, he forced it to relax.

'Take it easy, Lucifer. Don't punish her while you're like this.....'

He took some slow breaths, the tension now slowly evaporating.

'You're acting like a criminal trying to hide the deed.'

Maybe. But, the girl still shouldn't have done something so careless.'

Only, Hermione felt completely ridiculous, like a two-year-old in timeout.

'Why do I keep letting him humiliate me like this? This is degrading. I should just leave. He can't stop me...'

She could feel his eyes on her naked bum; it made her skin pulse and itch.

Squeezing her eyes shut, Hermione tried to block out the battle between her head and body.

She was getting wet, which was even more humiliating than standing there with her nose in the corner.

'What does it say about me that I'm enjoying this?'

Lucifer watched her for several minutes. He didn't want to stop fucking her, but she was so damn headstrong (and apparently not as bright as he'd thought).

The sooner she admitted that she wanted him to control her, the better.

This new submissive side of herself was still in its fledgling state; she hadn't come to grips with it yet.

He'd have to push her a little harder to make her see the light.

Lucifer crept up silently behind her, but Hermione could feel his presence tingling along her spine as he got closer.

Looming over her, he bent low so his lips touched her ear. "Do you enjoy it when I punish you, Hermione?"

"No! I mean . . . sort of. I don't like when it hurts, but . . . I don't know."

His hand slid around, over her lower belly then down to her slit.

He parted her, his finger curling at her entrance, gathering her juices.

Bringing it to her lips, Lucifer purred in her ear, "Your body tells me differently."

Her cheeks burned. Hermione didn't need him shoving the proof right in her face.

His wet fingers slowly pushed into her mouth.

It wasn't as if she'd never tasted herself before (she was a curious girl), but the way he did it made her face flame.

He was making a point.

"Lick them clean."

Her tongue and lips destroyed the evidence.

"Let's try again, shall we? Do you enjoy it when I punish you?"

"Yes, sir," she whispered. Her eyes suddenly felt tight, threatening tears.

Pressing himself along her back, Lucifer slid his hands down over her bare bum. "The pain scares you, but the excitement and humiliation gets you wet. Would that be accurate?"

Hermione dug her fingers harder into her scalp, wanting to put down her arms or touch him. "Yes, sir."

Sliding one hand between her cheeks, Lucifer smirked at her gasp. "I think the paddle sounds like a good choice tonight, don't you?"

Hermione stayed silent. She couldn't condemn herself by answering.

Lucifer smiled into her hair. One day soon you'll be begging me for it.

"Would you prefer the cane?" he taunted.

"No, sir!"

"I thought not. Bend over and put your hands on the wall."

"But, sir....there are no curtains. W-what if your roommates wake up for the loo or something?"

Pressing her palms against the cool stones, Hermione tried to prepare herself for the pain.

"We are both invisible for their eyes, besides....It would be a good lesson for you, if they did go for the bathroom."

"Oh, God!" Hermione didn't know what to make of that.

"A bit further," he ordered, pushing her torso horizontally to the floor. "Good. Stay there."

Hermione heard him walk towards his study table, and open a drawer.

Every sound seemed unnaturally magnified, and every return footstep now made her heart beat faster.

"I'll let you decide-thirty with the small paddle or ten with the large one."

Turning her head, Hermione saw him holding two wooden paddles.

The bigger one could easily cover her entire bum in one go. The other one was about the size of his hand.

The latter seemed far less scary.

"The small one, sir."

Lucifer smirked, knowing which one she'd choose all along. He set the large one against the wall, where she'd have to see it.

"Keep your hands where they are," he said, rubbing the wood across her rump.

Hermione inhaled as the paddle thudded hard against her left cheek. It stung like hell.

He hit her other cheek before she could totally process the first.

Silently, she counted the swats as they fell. OW!

Lucifer stopped at six, letting the sting and heat build. "Take off your trousers."

Hermione pushed down her jeans the rest of the way and toed off her shoes so she could free her feet.

His foot nudged her clothes aside as she bent back into position.

She could swear the heat was still growing in her backside.

Tapping the wood against her a few times, he moved to a lower area.

Thwack!

The impact of the blows sank into her skin, leaving small white wedges surrounded by pink.

The white quickly filled in with red.

"haahh....It really hurts!" Hermione gasped and hissed as he laid on the second set of six.

Then slumped in relief when, Lucifer paused again. They were only at twelve, and already she wished it was over.

Lucifer started again, a little harder, deepening some of the pink to red.

She wiggled, but not excessively.

"Keep still," he said after the next six were done. "Get your legs straight."

Locking her knees, she unconsciously curled her tailbone under.

"I don't think so. Arch your back."

Hermione stuck out her bum for him.

The sting of the paddle was the only response she got.

Six more blows burned her backside.

She groaned with each one.

"Last six," Lucifer announced. "Keep your position." he kept the last round on her sweet spot and thighs, making each swat harder than the last.

Her cries rang louder with each blow then stuttered when he stopped, her breathing labored. "What do you say?"

"T-Thank y-you, sir," she whispered, while her bum twitched.

Lucifer raked his fingernails lightly over her pummeled flesh and watched her shiver. "That's better."

Crouching down behind her, he smirked at her shining crevice.

Her lips were slightly parted, and the hair lining her slit gleamed dark with saturation.

His breath breezed over her soaked sex.

Hermione hadn't realized how wet the paddle had left her until that very moment.

There was only easy slickness between her legs as she rolled her hips.

Lucifer didn't touch her, he just observed her growing excitement from up close.

Fighting the urge to press his lips to her honeyed core, he waited for her to start begging.

Anxious thigh rubbing indicated she was close. Her frustration won out a few seconds later.

"Please!"

"Please what, Hermione?"

"Please touch me, sir!"

"No."

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