Chapter 601: Ch 627 - Naughty Cat in Heat?

He noticed the second her awareness started to fuzz; she clamped down on his cock so hard it dragged a groan from him, and he released her neck before she fell beneath the elusive waves of unconsciousness.

Hermione’s coming again, her orgasm tearing its way through her body with surprising force, buoyed by the euphoria of oxygen deprivation.

"Fucking hell, Herm---" The bliss of his own peak drowned whatever else he might’ve wanted to say, and his vision went blurry as he pressed his face to her neck. They’re both shaking and sweaty, and it took a few minutes for him to come down.

Lucifer kissed her nose, smiling at her, but she’s frowning as her walls spasm around him.

"You said I’d be better."

He tapped her bottom lip, pushed out in a pout. He liked it when she whined and wheedles, it’s probably weird, but he found it adorable, even when he punished her for it.

"Pet, a simple quickie isn’t going to fix your little, predicament, I’m afraid."

"Oh." Her face fell further, impressive given how punch-drunk and sated she usually was after he’s choked and ’fucked’ her into an especially powerful orgasm.

She tensed and looked as if she might cry again, his heart cracked in two, she was in a heat, needed to orgasm.

"Hey there." Lucifer nuzzled his nose to hers, chucks her under the chin. "I promised you, Daddy would fix it, and I will." He has an inkling of how to go about it, too, but he needed to work on getting those walls down a little bit more, getting her more open, softer.

Then he could circle back to that.

"Think you can kneel?"

A nod, and he helped her down to the floor, perching on the edge of the bed and giving her room between his legs.

A ’Cushioning charm’ protected her knees. She liked this position, kneeling calms her, and she was addicted to sucking his dick.

Sometimes, Hermione just held it in her sweet little mouth for comfort.

It’ll soothe her, hopefully push her further into the space she needed to be in for what was coming next.

"Be a good girl and clean up the mess you’ve made."

"This will help?"

"Mm-hmm." He offered her a reassuring smile, trailing a fingertip down her cheek. Lucifer almost never gave her permission to come with his cock in her mouth, but, "You can touch yourself while you do. Come as many times as you need to, pet."

"Thank you, Daddy." She took to it with the same dedication as always, but more intent. Usually she loved to play, to worship his cock; as much as she liked making him come, having him in her mouth was an end in itself.

But this time she brought him to the edge and kept him there. She’s being coy, pulling back and nuzzling his thigh every now and then while she ran her fingertips up and down his shaft, curling her small hands lightly around him.

Her eyes darted up to his face each time she took him back into her mouth, as if she’s waiting for something. Manipulative little minx. Lucifer fisted his hand in her bushy-haired curls and next time she took him so deep inside her belly, then he held her head. She never fought him, but struggled despite her muffled moans, and he let her up.

"...Did you suddenly develop an aversion to deep-throating?" Lucifer kept his tone light. "What’s the matter, you don’t want to take my come again?"

"N--no, Daddy. It’s just, I...." Hermione bites her lip, abashed. It’s not in her nature to top from the bottom, and she’s clearly not happy with herself.

"You what?" he asked running a hand through her hair, "You don’t think Daddy will take care of you?"

"It’s not---" To her credit, she didn’t finish that denial, sighing and shutting her mouth. They both knew it’d be a lie, and that’s something neither of them tolerated from the other. She looked down. "I guess I just thought, I thought you’d ’fuck’ me again."

"I plan to," he said calmly, "but it’ll be no great hardship to me if I have to stripe your arse with my belt first to get you to behave."

Her sharp inhale told him she’s penitent, perhaps too much so.

Hermione liked the belt, but she hated being in trouble. She hugged herself, hands gripping her upper arms, and he reached to pull them away from her body, "None of that, pet. I’m not angry with you. Look at me." He cupped her cheek, holding her gaze. "Will it help? If I lay into you?"

It could send her flying into subspace even more deeply than kneeling did, and maybe that’s what she needed. But the shook of her head told him his instincts were right, not today.

"I-- I don’t think so, sir." She took a shuddering breath. "God, maybe I really am fucked up---"

"Stop." If there’s one rule he hated her breaking the most, it’s talking down about herself. "Do you want to take my come in your mouth, Hermione? It won’t change my plans for after, if you say no. You never have to do anything you don’t want to do."

"I do," She whispered, "I always do. I’m sorry, I just, my hormones--"

"I know it’s scary," He leaned forward, presses a kiss to the top of her head. His little control freak, Lucifer could guess at the anxieties clouding her mind. "You’ve been handling it so well, though."

At her look of disbelief, he wanted to smile. She’s so hard on herself. Most people would be panicking, faced with the prospect of endless orgasms.

It’s all ’fun’ and games until you dehydrate or have a heart attack.

That thought sobered him. Healing magic could help, but in the absence of a counter such outcomes weren’t unheard of. He’s going to get her through this just ’fine,’ though.

The longer she blinked those doe eyes at him, the more caveman desired to keep her tied to his bed 24/7 so she could never do anything dangerous ever again like the ’Polyjuice Potion,’ to seem downright reasonable.

"I promise it’ll be over soon," Lucifer said, careful not to let his concern bleed into his voice, "You can hold on a little longer for me, can’t you?"

They’ve been at this for less than an hour. She’s enjoyed much more strenuous play sessions before, and he’s forced plenty of orgasms from her. It’s the ’fear’ getting to her more than the curse of heat itself.

"Yes, sir."

"There’s my brave girl. C’mon, pet, touch that pretty pussy for Daddy."

He didn’t force her movements this time. He’s completely hard now, as she started to work them both up with the kind of single-minded focus she usually devoted to this task, nuzzling his shaft and taking his sac into her mouth, running her tongue over the tightening ’flesh’ with a hum of pleasure. She didn’t touch herself at first, and Hermione’s still tense, but there’s adoration and trust in her eyes.

"That’s a good girl," he murmured, "Always so good, so devoted, aren’t you?"

A little shiver rippled through her at the praise, and she ran her tongue up the length of him, taking the head into her mouth. As she devoured him, he kept playing with her wild dark curls.

When they’re together this way, both enjoying the languid pleasure of it, he liked to catalog the variegated hues. From a distance all you could see is the black, but up close, her head bobbing on his shaft, taking him deep and painting him with her tongue, then letting him go again-- the rare, glimmering strands of chestnut and auburn and gold caught his eye.

Another orgasm washed over her, this one less intense than others, but she sucked more strongly, wrapping one hand around him while the other sneaked between her thighs. The hum of her moans and soft cries made him impossibly harder, twitching against her lips, pleasure coiling at the base of his spine. Lucifer held off though, wanted to watch her for a while longer.

"My beautiful girl. That’s it, pet, you need it, don’t you? You like making a mess on the floor while you suck Daddy’s cock?"

She might still be dealing with the effects of the cat, but that nod, that little whimper, that’s all theirs.

The way she let go of some of the tension she’s been carrying, the way she took him deeper into her throat with abandon as she rocked her hips to her own touch, no one else got to see her like this, so delicate, strong, giving and ’his.’

Merlin’, he didn’t deserve her, but he wouldn’t question the grace of a universe that let him have this, because it’s the most precious gift.

That’s his last conscious thought before Lucifer was losing himself, spending in her mouth, and she shuddered through a more powerful orgasm between his thighs.

He murmured praise when he surfaces, fingertips trailing down her cheek as she nuzzled his thigh, resting her head there. She tipped her head up, smiling at him, and though it’s not as carefree as the infectious smiles and giggles he’s used to, the sweetness of it warms him from the inside out.

"C’mere, pet."

She’s almost boneless as he picked her up and settled her on his knee, bouncing her to see her smile widen.

Lucifer buried his face in her hair, breathed in her scent, sex and sweat and coconut and hibiscus, and tightened his arms around her. She liked when he held her this way, said it made her feel safe. Hermione cuddled into him and rested her head on his chest. "Daddy?"

"Yeah, pet?"

"Love you."

She’s the only one who got to see him. Lucifer dropped a kiss in her hair. "Going to keep being such a good girl for me, aren’t you?"

She sighed, but it’s the good kind, and gave him a slight nod.

"You’re going to take all of me?"

"Y-yes, Daddy." Her breath stuttered, but she didn’t balk. He’s filled her up with his cock hundreds or thousands of times, even ’trained’ her to take him in her arse. With the aid of toys, he’s double- and ’triple-penetrated’ her, and she fucking loved it.

But this made her nervous, when he finger-fucks her, stretched her, made her take four or five thick digits, pressing into her until she couldn’t help but soak his hand. He’s never given her more than that.

Lucifer wondered if she could take all his palm. She squirmed, and he knew the small reprieve was coming to an end, and made her drink more water first, "Lie back, Hermione. Let Daddy take care of you."

As she settled herself back on the bed, sinking into it, he took the chance to sort his trousers as well as he could.

Lucifer turned and she’s so damn pretty, a vision, his very own debauched little pixie, all dusky skin against cream suede and patient whiskey eyes. He swallowed hard and thought of the eternity collar he’s got around her neck.

"Daddy," Hermione whined, rubbing her slick thighs together and reaching for him. "Want you to kiss me, please."

It’s his turn to worship her degraded brain right now, one of the side effects during the cursed nights when it took hold along many others.

xxxxx

Author’s Note

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