Chapter 602: Ch 628 - Horny Hermione’s Day~

Lucifer braced himself above her, capturing her mouth, nipping at her bottom lip and giving her his tongue.

She suckled, curled her own around it, tangling her small hand in his hair. When he moved lower, she made a noise of protest, but he gave her the pressure of his thigh between hers and she rubbed against him, mollified.

A gasp and an arch of her back as he sucked her nipple into his mouth, runs his teeth along it.

"Feel good, pet?"

"Mm."

She’s hot through his trousers, quivering as he mapped her with his mouth and his hands, giving every random freckle a kiss. She’s going to come no matter what, but he wanted to make her come for him.

He didn’t have much time to mutter sanitizing and protection charms for her tender flesh, it’d be easier to use a glove to protect her from his Quidditch-roughened hand, but he’s selfish, and wanted to feel every goddamn pulse of her.

He’s barely settled between her thighs, trailed his finger over the trimmed hair there and slid it inside of her, before she gripped his hair.

"That’s it, open up for me like a good girl." Her inner walls spasm around him as he pushed another finger into her, making her take it, and she cried out as she peaked.

Hermione settled down eventually, still running her hand through his hair, with Lucifer’s continued thrusts, slow and sure, making her breath unsteady, "Keep your eyes on me." He trusted her to do as he dipped his head to lap at her dark cherry of a clit. The sensation earned him a hiss, a jerk of her hips. He gave her light flutters of his tongue, fucking her at a leisurely pace, but she took it beautifully.

This would be a drawn-out process, but a worthwhile one. When he finally, finally starts to press a fourth finger inside, she trembled.

"Pull your knees up and hold them, Granger." He lifted his head when she did as she’s told to see her staring at him with an intensity she reserved for particularly complex Arithmancy probabilities, "Take a deep breath and let it out."

The position left her wide open, vulnerable to his invasion. Her muscles unclenched some and a ’Lubrication Charm’ eased the way, allowing him to twist and press deeper inside of her.

Lucifer found that spot that makes her come undone; she tightened again, but he smacked her inner thigh with his free hand, hard enough to sting, "You know better. Give it up for me, Hermione. Now."

His voice was sharp, stern, and she responded to that, she always did. He suckled firmly on her clit and forced it from her, liquid fire gushing over his hand and soaking thousand Galleon sofa.

"So ’fucking’ hot, pet. That’s it."

Hermione’s shaking, and he pressed a firm hand on her lower belly, working his four digits inside in the aftermath of her orgasm, "Please--- " It’s a strangled sound, and her eyes were wet again.

Lucifer paused, studying her face. "Hurting, lamb?"

She shook her head.

He knew all the flavors of her tears, what she looked like when she’s crying from pain she didn’t want and from pain she’s asked for, when she’s sobbing with grief or shaking with anger. This was different, release.

"Burns a little but it, it’s good," She managed, "Want more, Daddy!"

"Do you?" he murmured, voice lifting in surprise. "You need it harder?"

A shy nod, her fingers twisting in the strands of his hair.

"Arms above your head, okay? You can hold onto the headrest."

She liked being able to touch him when she’s not bound, but she didn’t protest, reaching up and gripping the backrest. Somewhere in the next minutes, while he’s pumping into her with enough force to make her breasts bounce like wild and her breath emerged in broken gasps, Lucifer felt it, heard it.

Silence.

Oh, there’s the sweet sounds she’s making, the sopping mess of her around his hand, but not the tension he’s felt this whole time. Just her welcoming four of his fingers, then five up to the knuckle when he curled his thumb behind his palm.

Fucking gorgeous.

"Lucifer---" She’s looking at him like the answer to a prayer.

He didn’t want to stop, but he leaned up to place a kiss below her navel, slowing his thrusts. "It’s over. We don’t have to keep going, pet."

It’s so hard for her to speak, the overwhelming pressure inside of her seeming to crowd out everything else.

Hermione Granger rolled her bottom lip between her teeth, her tears spilling over, "What if, what if I want to have more?"

"Then I’ll give you what you need." He reached up to touch her damp cheek, and she pressed it to his palm, and he knew she believed him, in him. "I’ll always give you what you need, Hermione."

It didn’t take much longer for him to work himself wrist-deep, gently, as gently as he could, no matter how desperately she begged for more, faster. Hermione squirted over his wrist, more violently than before, a shudder working its way through her.

One orgasm tumbled into the next as he curled his fingers around his thumb and suckled her clit into his mouth again. When she lets go it’s exquisite, better than Firewhisky, better than catching a Snitch, better than spilling in her mouth.

Like nothing he’s ever felt. After, once he’s worked himself free of her and pulled her shaking body into his arms, Hermione buried her face in his chest.

"I- I’m sorry---" She said as she tried to stifle her tears.

"Shh. You don’t have anything to be sorry for," Lucifer kissed her forehead. "It’s okay, pet, sometimes crying is a good thing. You’ve been the best girl today." He kept whispering praise and encouragement, soothing her with his touch, and the raw storm of tangled emotion in her subsided.

"I know you’re tired. Let’s get you into a bubble bath for a while," Lucifer wrapped her in his arms, and she nuzzled into him when he cradled her, sleepy but sated.

He needed to get them both cleaned up, get something more substantial than chocolate into her before she passed out. Not to mention a potion for the soreness she’s sure to ’feel’ in the morning. And then, as much for his own aftercare as for hers, Lucifer needed to cuddle the hell out of her.

"No orgasms for a year," She mumbled into his shirt, "I was shaky that day too, only after bath I realised."

"Uh-huh." Lucifer couldn’t help smiling as he stood, then directly took her to the bathroom, "I give it one day max before you’re climbing me like a tree, you little nympho."

Hermione breathed a watery giggle, "fufu... Probably."

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Author’s Note

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