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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A slow smile curled his lips. "You're welcome, Hermione. Would you like more?"

"More what?" she asked, cautious after his last surprise.

"Nothing unpleasant. I got you something."

Oh, that's not suspicious at all, she thought, eyeing him warily. "Really? What?"

His smirk turned wicked; Lucifer went back to his drawer.

She was really thinking to peep inside one night, and discover what else he was hiding there, especially his trunk, it looked bottomless.

When he presented his gift to her, Hermione just stared at his hand in awe.

A shiny silver plug rested in his palm, a little bigger than the other one.

But it was the base that held her attention.

It was fashioned into a dragon's head, its jaw open as if ready to strike; but between its fangs lay a glittering, red jewel.

She didn't know what to say. It was impressive and a bit scary.

"Do you like it?" he asked.

"It's beautiful," Hermione whispered, the artistry undeniable. "Did you really get it for me? It's okay if you didn't, I still love it," she added hastily.

His soft chuckle made her look up from his hand. He was actually smiling at her face.

"It's yours, pet. No matter what happens between us, even if you never come back here again, it belongs to you now." Lucifer knew she'd never be able to look at it or use it without thinking of him.

Lifting the cold metal to her mouth, he traced the seam of her lips with it.

"Get it wet for me, pet." Hermione took the hard plug into her mouth and he let go, leaving her to suck on it.

Lucifer went to pick up a jar of lube, from his study table's drawer again.

Hermione felt ridiculous, as if she were sucking on the most disturbing pacifier known to mankind.

He walked behind her, and she whimpered as he spread her cheeks apart.

She arched to give him more access.

One lubed finger slid up her rear passage, and Hermione groaned around the metal in her mouth.

He moved in and out of her a few times before adding another finger.

Panting as he stretched her, she fought her reflexes to tense.

"That's my good girl," he muttered in her ear.

Wrapping his arm around her waist, Lucifer pulled her closer as he gently fucked her arse with his fingers. "Don't worry, this won't hurt. You'll just feel nice and full. It's not two fingers wide. You can take it."

Well, it's not two of my fingers wide. Maybe yours.

"I want it stretching you when I slide inside your wet little pussy."

Hermione groaned again.

His heated whispers made her mental. It was almost as good as his tongue.

He licked the shell of her ear, and her head dropped back against him.

Tightening his arm around her, he added another digit.

Lucifer bunched his fingers into a tight bundle and slowly entered her, holding her as breathy sobs racked her body. "Shhh. Yesss. That's excellent. Just a little more."

He could only fit them in up to the middle knuckle.

It was enough stretching to warm her up for the plug.

Lucifer slid his hand from around her waist down to tease her clit, lightly flicking his fingertip over the engorged pearl as he pushed his other hand further into her arse.

She danced on her toes but didn't pull away.

"Relax," he muttered softly. She slowly leaned back into him, letting his fingers go a bit deeper.

Trailing his fingertips up her body, Lucifer brought his hand up under her chin and ran thumb along her jawline.

His index finger traced around the plug between her lips. "Are you ready for this?"

She nodded, trying to look at him over her shoulder.

He pulled the plug out of her mouth and ran it over her clit before wetting it in her folds.

The metal had warmed in her mouth, but it still felt foreign and hard against her pussy.

He brought the plug back to join his other hand and slid the tip up to where his fingers were buried.

Drawing out his fingers, Lucifer pushed the plug against her puckered hole, smirking as she let it in on the first try. "Good girl."

Her teeth bared in a grimace, her backdoor burning at the intrusion.

Hermione started to push it out but didn't want to disappoint him. "It hurts, sir. P-Please take it out," she whispered.

"Just give it one minute. If you still want me to remove it, I will."

After a quick sanitizing spell on his fingers, he wrapped both arms around her.

One hand found her breast while the other sought out her pussy.

When her head fell back on his shoulder again, he toyed with her nipples, trying to make her forget about the stretching in her bum.

"I think I'll fuck you against the wall after I untie you. Does that sound nice?" Lucifer whispered with a nip to the side of her throat.

Her hips bucked in response.

He chuckled in her ear. "You like being restrained, don't you, girl?"

"Yes," she whispered back.

"Yes, what?" he growled, pushing his finger deeper inside her, mashing her clit into the heel of his hand as he pinched one nipple.

"Oh, God!" she cried out, writhing in his grip.

"Sir will do just fine-professor if you feel like switching things up a bit."

A small smile played at her lips. Git.

His erection pressed between her cheeks, and she groaned when it jostled the plug.

Lucifer found her pulse and sucked as he ground himself harder against her.

Hot breath panted past her ear, and Hermione tried her damnedest to wiggle back into him.

Her toes had no leverage. "Mm-hmm" A growly hum of frustration tensed through her.

"How're you doing, love. Still want me to take out that plug?"

Hermione whimpered. Even though it was just a common love phrase, his new term of endearment made her pussy melt. "It still hurts a bit, but . . . you can leave it." It wasn't burning as much, and she wanted to know what it felt like to have it in while he fucked her.

"How do your hands feel?"

Wriggling her fingers, she reported back, "They're starting to go numb, sir."

Lucifer wrapped one arm around her waist and released her wrists. Her arms flopped dead to her sides as she sank down onto her heels.

"The feeling will come back in a few minutes. Get up on the bed. Show me your new present."

He walked her to the bed, and Hermione climbed up, getting on her knees-her arms almost no help at all, just rubbery dead weight.

Lucifer caressed her bum as he inspected the jewel protruding from her hole. Perfect.

Her hands and arms started to prickle and burn as the blood began flowing more freely.

Hermione sighed as his fingers slid up her inner thighs and brushed against her lips.

Rubbing her arms, she tried to massage away the pins and needles.

He touched the center of the plug, pushing it in deeper and moving it around carefully.

Hermione buried her face in the duvet and groaned.

"I feel quite stuffed...." He was making the burning come back full force, just when she'd finally started to adjust.

"Tell me when your arms feel better."

He sounded totally calm, as if he could go on like that all day and think nothing of it.

'Is he going to keep doing that till my arms are better?'

She gritted her teeth, massaging her shoulders more vigorously. A finger entered her pussy, and Hermione smiled, thankful for the distraction.

His dick was going to be permanently disfigured if he didn't get out his trousers soon, he changed the zip less pajamas just for Hermione to remove it for him.

But, now Lucifer considered unzipping them, but he wanted her to undress him.

She seemed to genuinely enjoy it, and he definitely enjoyed watching her.

I shouldn't have left her up so long the first time.

"Wait here."

Hermione breathed a sigh of relief that the burning in her bum finally ceased.

The plug actually felt all right (as long as he wasn't touching it).

All she could think about was having him inside her again. It'd become an obsession. 

'Lucifer hasn't even taken off his clothes yet. How long is he going to make me wait?'

He returned, saying, "Sit up."

Hermione turned over and sat facing him. The plug shifted around, making her wince.

He had a jar of something bright green, like fake Easter grass in honeyed gel form.

He scooped out a large amount and rubbed it into her left arm. It burned hotter and hotter.

Just when she was about to cry out, the burning disappeared, leaving her arm feeling completely normal, the pins and needles gone.

"Better?" he asked.

Hermione nodded. He applied the green stuff to her other arm, and the same thing happened.

She shook her arms and hands a little to make sure they were really okay. "Thank you, sir."

Saying nothing in return, Lucifer placed the jar on the dresser then stood over her.

He stroked her cheek, turning her face to look at him. "Would you like to undress me?"

Hermione's face lit up. She read nifflers like gold, while looking up for the magical beast in the Library.

And now, her predicament is quite similar to that. 'Hell yes, I want to undress you!'

Lucifer bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. She looked as if it were Christmas morning and he'd just told her to tear open her presents.

Her hands smoothed over his white shirt then up to the buttons at the top.

He lamented the fact that she hadn't started with the trousers.

Slowly, she revealed his torso one agonizing button at a time, staring at his chest as if she'd never seen it before.

Hermione surprised him when she suddenly yanked his shirt out of his trousers, roughly untucking it.