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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Swallowing hard, Hermione's reply came out as barely a whisper, "Yes."

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

The sudden pain of his hand against her sore cheeks startled a cry from Hermione's lips.

"Louder! And you will address me as sir!"

Hermione's face burned with embarrassment. She drew some comfort knowing he at least couldn't see that. 

Taking a deep breath, she answered louder, "Yes, sir."

Lucifer smirked triumphantly. "Well, who would have guessed our Gryffindor Princess was a masochist? I should have known sooner."

Hermione pressed her lips together to keep herself from taking his bait.

'Gryffindor Princess...It sounds nice...'

Lucifer's smirk grew. He brought his hand to her smooth buttocks and slowly stroked. 

Goosebumps rose along the backs of her thighs, and he felt her shiver. "See? Telling the truth wasn't so difficult. Let's try again, shall we?"

Fighting her body, Hermione tried to prepare for his next question.

"Tell me, Granger, what exactly were you planning to do with me tonight?" He felt her tense immediately.

"I'm not sure, sir."

Lucifer let his fingers wander aimlessly over her backside. "Were you hoping to play with me, like I am doing with you now?"

Hermione could hear the laughter in his voice, but she kept her answer short and honest, hoping for early escape. "Yes, sir."

He was impressed she was still telling the truth. 

Lucifer wanted to see how far he could push her. "Don't tell you even started to masturbate, Granger?"

Her face burned brighter. Should she answer that? "Yes, sir," Hermione ground out.

"Do you want me to touch you the way you touch yourself?" Lucifer stared as her body continued to respond to his hands. 

Her hips circled as he traced the redness from the spanking down her upper thighs.

"I'm not sure, sir."

Lucifer's eyebrows rose at this news. "Have you been fumbling with a cucumber inside you, Granger?"

Hermione felt like crying. Why was her body doing this to her? Why had she ever agreed to this? What had she been thinking? "No, sir."

His fingers slid lightly toward the juncture of her thighs but stopped just short of her pubic hair. 

Hermione's hips moved against her will, her sex seeking its own relief. 

She felt the cool air from the window, against the heat of her pussy. 

She couldn't remember ever being so wet before.....not even after waking up from that dream. 

He watched her closely, gauging her reactions. Lucifer's eyes darkened with lust as she arched toward his hand, her thighs parting in invitation. 

He let his fingertip graze the tips of her pubic hair. His fingers hit wetness.

Hermione shuddered. She heard someone say "please" and then realized, in horror, it was her.

Jaw tight, smirk gone, Lucifer stared at the back of her head. Had she just begged him for more? His fingers moved toward the heat of her core, testing. 

Her thighs parted again, further this time, and he distinctly heard her whimper. 

His finger detoured to the side, finding the sensitive bit of skin where her thigh met her pelvis. "Shall I stop?"

Hermione heard the change in his voice. Once cruel and accusing, it now sounded deep and gravelly.

It matched the ache between her legs. Was she affecting him? The thought of making Lucifer want her sexually, pushed Hermione closer to the edge. 

"Please, sir," she begged in a small voice. "Please don't stop."

Lucifer's nostrils flared, his gaze fixed intently at the crux of her thighs, slowly approaching his goal.

He let one long digit slide through her wetness, down to her clit. 'She's positively dripping...'

Her back arched further, hips rolling in anticipation. He grazed her clit, and she bucked against his hand.

A satisfied smirk spread across his lips as Lucifer trailed his finger slowly through her folds, back to the indention of her entrance. 

Barely moving, he teased the opening of her pussy, not pushing in, just resting at the edge.

A sob burst from her lips. "Please, sir!"

Her whimpering was music to his ears. He slowly eased inside, her heat and wetness engulfing the thin digit. 

'Damn, she's tight.'

The walls of her pussy clung to their intruder. He wiggled his finger around inside her before pulling it out and adding another. 

Hermione hissed at the stretch. Slowly, he pumped his fingers deep before twisting them back out. 

After she seemed to warm up to this new feeling, he turned his palm to  corner wall and then pressed against her front.

Deftly, he found her g-spot and rubbed.

Hermione felt as if she had landed in some alternate universe. Lucifer was making her body feel things she'd never felt before. 

He made her moan, his hands beyond magic. She was already on the edge of the climax. 

Then his thumb found her stiff nub, and she fell, floating on wave after wave of pleasure. 

For once, her brain turned off; instead of thinking, her mind found a blissful void.

Her incredible tightness smothered his fingers as she clenched around him in release. 

The feral grin on Lucifer's mouth widened when she cried out. 

A small trickle of juice gushed over his hand, and he watched as the girl turned boneless over his lap.

Slowly, Hermione regained conscious thought and became aware of Lucifer's own arousal pressing against her hip. 

He gently removed his hand from her, and a strange feeling of emptiness invaded her sex.

Lucifer leaned back on the headrest, releasing her. He expected her to jump up and run away in embarrassment. 

Instead, Hermione slid to the floor, her knickers twisted round her ankles.

She looked up at him, nervous to see his reaction. 

Her gaze, lingering for a moment on the hands that had just brought her such pleasure, moved to the tent of his trousers. 

Her head spun. Had she done that to him? Did she really turn him on, without using her mouth?

Following the focus of her gaze, Lucifer watched in amusement as she stared hungrily at his crotch. 

Although shocked at what had just transpired, he didn't feel guilty. 

She'd been given the chance to stop it and, instead of doing so, had begged for more. 

He was not a child, and he did have needs. 

Besides, Hermione was old enough to know whether she wanted his's fingers in her twat.

"Daddy? May I . . . ?" Her confidence then just seemed to disintegrate just as suddenly as it had appeared, and her eyes found the floor.

"If you have something to say, Granger, you'd better say it now."

Hermione felt her cheeks redden, but she took a deep breath and spoke quickly before she lost her nerve again. "May I help you with that?" Her eyes indicated his erection. 

She avoided looking directly at him.

Had she looked at his face, she would have seen Lucifer in a rare moment of overt astonished. 

He stared at her, dumbfounded. Obviously the girl was still feeling the mind-numbing effects of her orgasm. 

He could think of no other reason behind such a request.

Raising an eyebrow, Lucifer answered her with a slight nod, and turned around. 

While Hermione pushed her knickers off her feet so she wouldn't get tangled in them, rose until she knelt in front of him. 

She glanced at him for some kind of reassurance or instruction. No such luck. 

He gave her a look that seemed to say "Let's see that Gryffindor bravery now." 

Then, as if to accentuate the dare, Lucifer opened his thighs to her. 

Biting her lip, Hermione ran her shaking hands over his wool trousers, feeling the solidity of his muscles beneath the rough fabric.

She hesitated only a second upon reaching the tense bulge behind his placket.

Lucifer watched as her trembling hands explored his cock through his clothing. 

He stifled a groan but was unable to contain a sharp inhale, when her fingers began to push his trousers down. 

Lucifer gave her permission, and there was also a small moment of relief for him, could breathe again.

Hermione's eyes went wide as he pushed his boxers down below his balls. 

She was still quite amazed by the view, Hermione had seen pictures in books, but this was entirely different. 

It's much bigger than she'd imagined, looked almost angry—swollen and reddish.

"Well, get on with it." The corners of Lucifer's mouth curled upward. "It won't bite, you know."

Tentatively, Hermione reached out and ran her fingertips over the bulging head. 

His cock twitched in response, and she jerked away. "It moved," she reported.

Then Hermione heard, Lucifer's amused tone, "If you weren't just busy chewing it those previous times, you might have noticed it earlier...." then laughed at her face. 

It was more of a low chuckle, and she looked at him, wondering if he'd gone mad.