NOVEL SIMPLE Ch 92 – Which Position?
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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With a nod, Lucifer motioned to the other side of the tub. "Go bend over the edge. On your knees."
Her stomach flipped at the command.
Sliding down his torso, she turned around and draped her upper body over the opposite side of the tub.
Her bum hovered above the water, and she knew he must have one hell of a view of her pussy too.
Sitting up behind her, he held up his hand. "Push out your plug."
Hermione swallowed hard then bore down, feeling the metal widen her hole and pop out.
Catching it in his open palm, Lucifer watched her anus wink close then set the plug aside in the soap dish.
He plucked the shower attachment from its bracket next to the faucet and held it under the water.
Flipping up the silver lever, he switched the water's destination so it came through the hose, then he turned the spray setting from "massage" to "shower."
'This is coming in handier than I originally thought.'
Hermione could hear him doing something behind her but kept her eyes forward, too nervous to turn around.
A soft spray of water ran over her crack, all the way down to her clit, causing her to involuntarily arch.
His fingers parted her lips so the water tickled her sensitive nub.
After lathering his other hand with soap, Lucifer pressed one finger up against her puckered hole and spread some of the sudsy slickness inside her.
Moving into the tight ring of muscle, he imagined his cock entering her for the first time.
Her muscles squeezed him in a vice grip. It would be magnificent.
Moaning quietly as he stretched her open, Hermione thought about what it would be like to have him bugger her.
Her pussy spasmed at the thought, images swirling through her head.
How would he do it? What position would he use? She wanted to try it soon.
Not that night, but soon.
"Oh gods, more please, sir."
Smirking at her request, Lucifer added another finger. She tensed at first but then took some deep breaths and let him go deeper.
He gently finger-fucked her tight passage.
Keeping the spray on her clit, he waited for her to start begging.
The slow burn of his soapy fingers was perfect.
Closing her eyes, Hermione rested her head against her arms.
She couldn't stop her hips from rocking in time with his hand.
A spark built in her core, and her clitoris began to ache. She needed more.
Making her mouth form actual words instead of just moans, Hermione whimpered, "P-please, sir, I'm getting close."
'I know.' "Tell me what you want."
"Please make the water harder," she panted. "Make me come, sir."
Lucifer flicked the shower head back to "massage" and grinned when she jumped.
It was too hard, too sudden.
Her hips pulled away from the spray, and it teased at her opening instead.
Heart pounding, Hermione tried rocking back over the spray.
She could only take it in short bursts.
Finding a rhythm, she let the spiking water alternate between her clit and her pussy as she rode his hand.
Lucifer was almost completely hard again. Her grunting whines shot straight to his cock.
He wanted to be inside her the next time she came so he could feel her clamping around him as she bucked and moaned.
The feel of his fingers wriggling inside her and the beat of the water over her sex swirled together to form a perfect storm of sensation.
The climax rolled over her. Her muscles pulsed around his fingers as her clit tripped over the spray.
Hermione closed off the wail of agony behind pinched lips and pressed her mouth against her arm.
When her movements slowed, he let the showerhead fall under the water and sink to the bottom.
Lucifer pulled his fingers from her bum and washed his hands, smirking at her groan of disappointment.
'Just give me a minute, pet. We're not done.'
Easing her hips under the water, he rinsed out her squeaky-clean hole with one finger.
"Can you stand?" he asked, sliding his thumb into her slippery snatch.
Hermione jumped and made a high note of surprise into her arm. "Yes, sir!"
Lucifer climbed out of the tub and got a towel. She stood unsteadily then followed him onto dry land.
He wrapped the fluffy cotton around her and rubbed her dry, crouching down to get her lower body.
She stared at him as if she'd never seen someone use a towel before.
Snickering at her expression, Lucifer stood and wiped the remaining water from his own body.
Her eyes stayed focused on his bouncing cock the whole time.
"I would have done that for you, sir," Hermione said, speaking to his prick instead of his face.
"Next time, pet. Right now I want you back in bed."
Hermione smiled as he pulled her outside through the magic door.
"In the middle. On your back," Lucifer said, urging her onto the bed.
Hermione swallowed hard then climbed up to the center of the mattress.
Turning onto her back, she tried to keep her eyes on him as he stood at her feet.
He walked over and retrieved his wand from the side table.
With a lazy flick, invisible ropes encircled her wrists, pulling her arms up and out.
With one more flick, restraints snaked around her ankles, spreading her legs wide.
Lucifer watched her struggle and test the ropes. He left her to writhe for about three minutes, using the time to decide what he wanted to do with her.
He wanted to make it worth her night, knowing she is not going to like the decision made for her own safety in the slightest.
When she finally went still, he trailed one finger up the inside of her leg, stopping just before reaching her pussy.
Smoldering brown eyes tracked his every movement as her back arched in frustration, but she didn't protest.
Climbing up to lie next to her, Lucifer spent the next ten minutes patiently working her to a frenzy.
Using just his fingertips, he drew lazy circles across the soft skin of her torso, occasionally dipping down to her thighs.
His fingers skimmed up and over her breasts, avoiding the tips. He smirked at how hard her nipples grew.
He rewarded her whimpering by grazing one hardened bud.
When his fingers finally touched her nipple, Hermione's body convulsed.
The tingling jolt shot through her center, making her clit throb. 'How long is he going to do this?!'
She was going to be stark raving mad if he didn't touch her pussy soon.
He went on, teasing her breasts with feathery fingers until she arched back her head and growled.
"Would you like me to put on the clamps again?" Lucifer drawled.
"Yes!" Gods! She needed more. More anything.
With two short swishes of his wand, the clamps sailed across the room into his hand.
Lucifer sucked one nipple into his mouth, leaving it erect. Closing a clamp around the puckered tip, he watched her face contort in pain.
She twisted and groaned as the pressure bit her sensitive peak.
After repeating the same actions on the other side, he leaned away to take in the whole picture.
Her skin glowed against the blood red of his duvet, pink tinging her face and chest.
She thrashed weakly against the invisible bonds, her hair knotting into a brunette bouffant of salacious tangles.
The rise and fall of her chest made the chain that snaked between her breasts glint in the moonlight.
He could watch her for hours.
Her teeth tore at her lower lip, but she never asked him to remove the clamps or untie her.
The glossy patina at the apex of her thighs testified to her willingness.
Beautiful.
When Hermione seemed on the brink of crying, he relented and touched her once again.
His hand smoothed up her inner thigh, then higher to one side, ghosting over her hip bone.
Lucifer let his fingers comb through her patch of curls, avoiding her slit.
She lifted her hips toward his hand, but he just pulled away.
Her eyes rolled madly in her head, and a guttural keening slid past her teeth.
"Oh gods, sir. Please!" Her voice quavered, near tears.
"What would you like, pet?"
"You!" she shouted back.
The corner of Lucifer's mouth rose. "You'll have to be more specific, Hermione."
Another whimper breathed out before she could answer. "Please touch my pussy. Or fuck me. ANYTHING!"
"Not yet. First things first."
He straddled her waist. Hermione's eyes widened then locked on his painful erection.
He pressed her tits together and slid his length through the valley of her cleavage.
He went from pliable to granite in just a few strokes.
While the feeling of her breasts surrounding him was lovely, it was her face that turned him on most.
She looked at him the way one would stare at a god (when she wasn't going crosseyed trying to watch his cock).
His movements jostled the chain connecting the clamps, and her eyes became more unfocused with each thrust.
When Hermione ducked her head and tried to lick his knob as it emerged from between her breasts, he just about lost it.
Her heated breath fogged across his head as she strained to reach him.
Hermione heard him growl when her tongue tapped the tip.
The salty taste of pre-cum struck her taste buds. She wanted more but couldn't reach.
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