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 kissed her until they were both panting. When he leaned back, he held her gaze so she’d know he was still right there with her.

Spreading his legs, he sat on his heels and got as close to her as he could.

His knees would be killing him later, but that was like complaining about a sore finger after catching the snitch at the Quidditch World Cup.

Sometimes the prize made injuries seem non-existent.

Both of them kept their eyes locked on each other as he hitched his hands under her knees and pushed them toward her chest.

She got the idea and planted her palms on the backs of her thighs, pulling her legs so he could see everything.

The jar of oil was right next to him, and Lucifer scooped out a finger full and buttered her crack.

She was going to be a greasy mess, but she wouldn't be in pain. This needed to go as smoothly as possible.

He gathered some more oil and basted his cock.

They were both glistening like candied apples.

Pushing his buoyant knob down where it belonged, he nestled his glans between her cheeks. 

"You're going to feel stretched like you've never felt before," he warned her. 

Hermione nodded. "I know. Just go slowly."

Resting his thumb on her pussy, he strummed her glittering folds. "I'm not going to start until you say you're ready. Are you breathing slowly and deeply? I want you to do it just like you did with Richard."

"Okay," she whispered.

Hermione breathed in through her nose, letting her body fill with air; then she slowly let it leak back out, taking the tension in her body with it.

After six more rounds, she felt a tingling spread through her limbs. "I'm ready."

"Keep breathing," he murmured. "Relax on the inhale, let yourself float on the exhale."

Reaching down, he held himself steady as he put some pressure on her twitching tailgate. "I'm not going in yet. I just want you to get used to the feeling."

She nodded and kept breathing. It felt as if there was a junta at her backdoor ready to swarm her anus.

She'd been fantasizing about this for months.

At first it had just been an unlikely idea, but every time he fingered her arse or put in her plug, the idea became more of a wish.

She didn't think he was going to suddenly do something painful.

That wasn't his style. He was all about pleasure . . . and discipline. She fancied that combination.

He made her feel safe. Even when she was terrified—like right now. “I’m scared. Please talk to me.”

"We don’t have to do this.”

“No, I want it. Just talk to me till I calm down!”

“Okay." He knew what she needed to hear.

“We’re going to take this nice and slow. If something hurts, you tell me and I’ll stop. I want your adorable little arse to love my cock.” Lucifer massaged her backdoor with his knob.

“Do you feel that, love? He can't come in and play until you say the magic words. What do good girls say when they need something in their bottom?"

The tense line of Hermione's lips wobbled to a smile. "I've been a good girl, sir. Please fill my bottom."

"With what? A plug . . . a finger . . . ?"

"Please fill my bottom with your cock, sir."

Lucifer grinned. "What else has my naughty little girl been doing in her bed? Did you put in your plug and ride the Jolly Green Giant?"

Hermione nodded, grinning back at him. "I bent over my pillows and spanked myself until my bum was sore, then I rode it like it was you."

"Did you like that?"

"Yes, sir. I was so full."

He smirked. "You haven't seen anything yet. What else did you do?"

Her grin widened. "I had an orgy with the Jolly Green Giant and Wellington."

Lucifer chuckled. "Did you? I want to see that memory too."

Hermione blushed.

She didn't know if she wanted him to see all the crazy things she did when she was alone.

Snogging her hand and humping the wall weren’t things she was keen to share.

"What is it, pet? What have you been doing that would turn your face so red?"

She'd tell him part of it and see how he reacted. "Wellington came in my arse. It was like sitting on a fountain."

Lucifer laughed. "Tirelessly pursuing cleanliness. Wellington's a good toy."

Hermione laughed too, and his greased head accidentally slid into her rectum as her body relaxed and bore down.

Lucifer froze, watching her face for signs of panic. Her eyes were wide with shock, but she wasn't struggling or pulling away.

“Mm-hm” Hermione held her breath.

There was slight burn, but mostly she felt as though he had shoved a snitch up her backside.

His warnings of fullness were warranted.

It was both bizarre and exciting. She wasn't in pain, but she was scared.

"Do you want me to pull out?"

She shook her head. "Just stay still."

Lucifer kept stroking her clit with his thumb. "I'm not going to move, pet. You need to stop squeezing the sheets so tightly. You're not relaxed. You're breathing, but you're not letting go. Remember, inhale relax . . . exhale float."

Her muscles unclenched, and she released the bedding.

"That's it," he purred. "Touch your tits for me. Tease yourself."

Hermione smiled at him and brushed over her stiff nipples, shivering as a tingling jolt coursed through her.

That was nice. She stared up at him, calmed by how perfectly motionless he remained.

His nostrils were flared, and his eyes were searing her; but he was ready to stay exactly where he was no matter how long it took.

That soothed her faster than anything else. He was in control even if she wasn't. 

Lucifer studied her face. She was so bloody beautiful when she was turned on.

Her eyes were glued to his, and he felt as if she were seeing straight through to his soul.

His heart thudded dangerously in his chest at the exposure.

This was not at all how he had felt when buggering those othe-

She was somehow penetrating him as much as he was penetrating her. 

"You can move," Hermione said with a nervous nod. "I'm ready."

The deeper he delved, the more his heart opened. This was overwhelming.

He was getting dizzy. But he didn't want it to end.

Hermione tried to keep her breathing slow and even, but his cock rooted out a new moan with every inch.

Now that he was moving, it was somehow easier to take.

The initial discomfort was transforming. Her insides were being rearranged.

Full did not begin to describe what she was feeling.

It was exciting and frightening. How deep could he go? How much more could her body contain?

She was on the verge of an explosion!

Lucifer seemed to hit a wall inside her, and she gave him a confused look.

"This is as deep as I can go right now," he said soothingly. "Your body might relax enough for me to go deeper but probably not this time. Do you want me to rest or move?"

"Um . . . move, but not too much."

Lucifer couldn't help smiling. He understood. Staying deep, he gently rocked into her.

Hermione moaned as two of his long fingers slipped inside her pussy.

She was going to burst. There was no more room in her body.

He prodded her front wall, and she felt the ache immediately. If he hadn't been playing the greatest hits on her clit, she doubted she'd be so close.

This was more of a bombardment of sensation rather than a pleasant ride.

Sinking her nails into her legs for traction, she attempted to surf the growing tidal wave churning in the center of her body.

Her abdominals stuttered to stone then calmed.

Stone. Calm. She couldn't stop it.

There was an impossibly long moment where she was a second away from coming, but he somehow drew it out until time stood still, suspending her in the tractor beam of his gaze.

His eyes were like black diamonds, cutting her open and ripping out her heart.

She felt the fretful trembling in her belly; her orgasm was about to tear her apart, “Fuck L-Luci--”

Lucifer briefly celebrated as she shouted his name.

After that he was gnashing his teeth, fighting the fervency of her spasmodic sphincter.

Her juice streamed down her crack, which wetted his entry even more.

This was heaven and hell all rolled into one.

If he hadn't been hoping to hold off, it would have been a release of epic proportions.

Instead, he was left resisting the angelic ascendancy of her convulsing body.

Hermione couldn't take her eyes off him.

She saw the concentration pinch his face as she came, but still he maintained the going rhythm.

There was no interruption in service.

Only his fingers slowed as she came down, matching the pulsing of her pussy.

Her head was foggy with satisfaction. She wanted to keep him in her arse forever.

Lucifer smiled when he saw that look in her eye. "Are you ready for more?"

"Yes, sir. It feels good now."

He chuckled and gave her pearl a slow polish.

Her nectar had run down his balls, leaving a wet trail that made him want to tap his sac against her arse to hear the splash.

This had to be the wettest maiden voyage in history. "I want to lie against you. Can you keep that position a bit longer?"

Her smile was giddy. "Yes, sir."

He settled onto his hands, leaning down to give her an intermission kiss. "Stop calling me sir. You're making me feel as if this is buggery detention."

“Fufufu” Hermione snickered and slid her hands around his back. "I would love that detention."

Lucifer smirked and let his thrusts find an easy beat. Her knees were almost in his armpits, so he shifted around and hooked his elbows beneath them to help hold back her legs.

The mild restraint of the position must have tripped an avalanche inside her, because her eyes went even darker, and her hips started to grind like a corkscrew. "Do you like that?"

She nodded. "You feel really good. This isn't as scary as I thought."

He leaned down and kissed the center of her sweaty forehead.

It might not have been as scary as she'd thought, but she was still working hard. "Your arse is a fucking miracle, love. I don't know how much more of this I can take."

That made her smile. "I want you to come deep inside me," she breathed. "I want to feel it all night."

Her eager commentary was maddening.

His cock suggested he pound her until she bawled in release.

His brain scoffed at the idea, belittling such selfishness. His heart wished they’d both shut the hell up and kiss her. 

"Will you put in my plug when we're done so I can keep your come inside me?"

His hips rocked faster, spurred on by her suggestion. "Anything you want."

The increase in speed was like a drug.

Her body was suddenly rushing, her blood pumping, her heart thumping.

Everything was rolling though her like a chugging locomotive.

Lucifer was right there, in her hands, his body warm and safe atop her.

He wasn’t going to let anything bad happen.

She hugged him tighter, and his growl rattled her teeth and twat like a vibrating engine.

Lucifer was so out of it he couldn't even remember his own name . . . . or where he was.

He needed to come. "Are you close?"

She nodded. “A little faster!”

He pressed his lower belly to her talkative clit and added an extra rub to her nub.

She was coating him in her cream, smearing it all over him like a pussy paintbrush.

Sealing his mouth against hers, Lucifer cajoled her tongue with his, urging her to follow her instincts and fuck his mouth.

She did. Suddenly he was on the verge of blowing. His balls were trying to choke him.

The full Lucifer experience assailed Hermione all at once.

She didn't know which sensation to listen to: the dull thump of pleasure in her arse, the steady building crescendo in her clit, or the tingling crackle of adrenaline popping over her skin.

Her body jerked several times as her climax caught hold, and she moaned into his mouth.

It was like an engine turning over, sputtering, and then roaring to life.

Lucifer couldn't withstand that kind of combustion. He returned her moan, bumping his pelvis against her bum as his balls pulsed with relief.

His cock was throbbing; his seed shot into her so hard he thought it might spout out her ears.

He was left panting and shaking, his entire body ringing with the reverberations.

Hermione smiled and pulled him closer.

He flopped his face into her hair, and she stroked his neck to help him calm down. "Thank you, Lucifer. That was perfect!”

An exhausted smile crossed his lips. "No, pet. I should thank you!”

She grinned and kissed his jaw. "Can we do this again soon?"

"Whenever you fancy.”

“I wish, we both could stay here all night..... It's a pity, I would have to wait for Seventh year for that...”

That sounded like heaven.

He carefully pulled out and then slid onto his side to face her. "Let's take a nap, love. I can barely keep my eyes open."

Hermione glanced at the clock. "It's only 5:52."

"Bedtime!” he confirmed. 

Giggling, she draped her arm and leg over him and snuggled close. 

Lucifer locked her in his embrace. He needed the pressure of her body to stanch the trickle of love leaking from his heart.

How did piercing her arse with his cock leave his chest feeling reamed?

His breastbone had been cracked open to let the pain escape.

It hissed out of him like steam from a pressure cooker, leaving him lighter and brighter.

Lucifer didn't know how to tell her that.

But if her smile meant the same thing his did, she already knew.