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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Lucifer grinned. "That's good enough for now." 'In a few minutes, you'll say it like you mean it.'

He lined up the thin rod across her bum and snapped it against her.

She swallowed a small gasp but didn't cry out.

Moving lower, he did it again.

And again.

Flexing her muscles and wiggling a bit, Hermione let the tension drain out of her lower back.

The cane stung but didn't hurt.

Rows of heat grew and blossomed across her cheeks.

Three more sharp licks lit into her, then he rubbed at the lines he'd left.

The burning kept building.

She groaned at the sensation-his hand stroking her as rows of fire flared brighter.

He tapped the cane against her reddening flesh.

The snapping crack of the wood echoed around the room.

Putting a bit more heat behind it, he left one slash mark after another down the hill of her backside.

White lines quickly turned to dark pink as he worked.

Pausing again, Lucifer smoothed his hand over the swelling ridges.

There hadn't been a request to stop yet, so he rewarded her with a tickling finger along her soaked seam.

He wanted to see how wet she would get.

The cane tapped her bum again, and Hermione moaned, turning her head to the side for more air.

He was doing it again, making her love the pain.

She didn't want him to stop.

The sting kept building, her bum a glowing, throbbing island of magma.

When he laid more blows on top of the previous ones, her pussy spasmed in an erratic staccato. 'More!'

Her whimpering came non-stop, and when he paused to check her marks, she let out a needy whine.

'Ready to beg yet?'

Two of his fingers entered her drenched channel, and her pussy clasped at him.

Pulling out, he rested his wet hand on the bed in front of her face. "How interesting, Hermione? There seems to be mounting evidence that you are enjoying yourself. Would you like to try asking me for the cane again?"

She could smell her pussy all over his hand, groaning at how aroused she was by her own arousal.

Lifting her head, Hermione closed her mouth around his honeyed fingers and sucked them clean.

He wanted to fuck her over the bed right there, but there was no way he could get hard again.

He was exhausted, but apparently the girl's stamina in bed rivals several.

She slipped her tongue between his fingers, staring at him the same way she did when she sucked his dick.

'Bloody hell.' "Excellent, pet"

Lucifer moved back behind her. He took a steadying breath to slow his heart rate.

Sometimes she could be too good.

He shook his head to clear it then flicked his wrist, driving the whippy wood into her cheeks.

"Please slap me...." Hermione flinched and moaned, but didn't ask him to stop.

He did it again.

'The burn must be fantastic by now.'

She panted and made the same small excited noises she made when he fucked her.

He'd intended to go until she begged him to stop, but now he wanted to see her climax.

Switching the cane to his left hand, Lucifer shoved his fingers into her streaming slit, eliciting a squeak of surprise, "W-what..."

Pounding against her, he bumped her nub with his thumb on each thrust.

Hermione felt lightheaded.

His fingers battered her swollen entrance as he teased her aching clit.

His hand ripped away, and she cried out at the loss, her nails digging into the bedspread, "Get back!"

The cane cracked across her cheeks, and she buried her face against the covers as she sobbed, "muahbbhh"

It was too much.

He was really starting to hurt her.

Her eyes watered as she grunted in pain. Each stroke seemed to slash into her. She couldn't take any more.

"Come for me, pet," Lucifer growled behind her, pushing his fingers back inside.

She heard him drop the cane and felt both his hands on her.

The hand at her pussy drilled her mercilessly while the other slid around to lightly tease her clit.

The burn in her bum wouldn't die; it bit her tender skin as he hit a spot deep inside that made her see stars. "Unnnh!"

Lucifer smirked. 'That's what I wanted to hear'. He watched her bum jiggle with the impact of his thrusting.

Hermione felt her inner muscles contract and push down, convulsing around his fingers.

She marveled at how much pleasure her body could create as she rode through each wave.

When her pussy stopped contracting, he gently removed his hand.

She'd tried to tear off his fingers with that last one, and he let out a heated growl at her ardor, massaging her backside as she came down, her skin a flame against his hand.

The black spots around her vision faded as she caught her breath.

He stood behind her, palming her arse.

She didn't have the strength to tell him how much she liked it.

He abandoned her bum to retrieve her plug. 'Come back.'

Summoning the jar of lube, Lucifer smoothed the slippery gel across her puckered opening.

Working one finger inside her, he spread the lube to her inner walls.

'Just a bit more, love.' Two greased fingers disappeared into her crevice.

She didn't resist his advances, happily groaning when he began to finger-fuck her bum.

"Yesss," he whispered just like a devil, "When you can take three fingers this easily, I'll bugger you till you scream."

Hermione groaned louder, wiggling her hips. Although he'd said as much earlier, it now sounded like a promise.

"Would you like me to add another finger, Hermione?"

Her bum felt pretty full, but she wanted to imagine what it would be like when he finally put his cock in there.

The more he stretched her, the sooner they could do it. "Yes, sir!"

"Good girl," he muttered, edging another finger inside.

Lucifer could only get in about halfway before she tensed and recoiled, so he kept still letting her stretch, stroking her lower back to help her relax.

When she stopped squeezing, he wiggled in a little deeper.

The resulting moan made his cock twitch. "I want you to wear your plug every night."

"Yes, sir," she whispered out of breath, just going along with anything he said.

"I want you to wear it, during all the classes with me as well."

"Promise, sir. I promise!"

Lucifer sank in a fraction deeper, "Until the heir of Slytherin is caught, you can only visit in the early morning to have your breakfast...."

She smiled at hearing that, at least he didn't cancel everything out, "You won't fuck me, right?"

"Yeah.... there's a high chance of being found out."

"Haah...you can go a bit further...life is so bright"

"Until the way is clear, I want you to touch yourself every time you insert your plug, but don't bring to orgasm."

The duvet muffled her reluctant acquiescence, "Bas----"

His lip curled upwards. "I want you to be nice and juicy for the next time."

Slapping her hands over her ears, Hermione blocked out his voice.

'Juicy?' She'd be wetter than the lake by the time Monday rolled around!

His chuckling sounded through her hands.

"I know you can hear me, Hermione. And I know you'll do what I say because you want to do it. Don't you?"

Lucifer wiggled his fingers, making her release her ears and grasp the bedspread again.

"Tell me whom it is you dream about every night. Who leaves your pussy steaming?"

"You know it's you," she mumbled.

Lucifer pushed in deeper, and she squealed, dancing on her toes. "You know better than that," he warned.

"I'm sorry.... my pussy always thinks about your cock, sir," Hermione said it more clearly, this time.