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 followed her in and sat on the couch, casting a silent blackout spell over the window.

He didn’t really want anyone to see her.

This was his favorite show, and he preferred to be an audience of one.

He’d retained her quill from the kitchen, and absently drew it over his jaw as he watched her.

Her arse was bloody gorgeous.

He wanted to lay her down in the bed and bury his face between those crimson cheeks.

He’d have to save that for another night.

She wanted to be tied up . . . and Lucifer wanted to tie her up. He wouldn’t mind getting her some ropes if she was interested in making this a regular thing.

He’d like to see her wrists bound in red nylon. Maybe some silk scarves.

Black leather cuffs definitely.

But she didn’t have any posts on the bed.

They’d have to use magic unless they went out to explore Hogsmeade and got some under-the-bed restraints.

Lucifer waited five minutes then rose from the couch and went to stand behind her.

Her naked back was calling to him.

Slowly running his finger from the nape of her neck to the split of her cheeks, he followed her spine like a treasure map.

“Now that you’ve passed the screening process, I think we should move into the bed. Do you know how I reward little girls who take the cane so well?”

Hermione smiled and rested her forehead on the wall. “No, sir. How?”

“With this,” he purred, pressing the thick ridge of his erection to her scarlet skin. 

Hermione moaned as his wool trousers grated her bum like sandpaper.

Lucifer leaned down and ran his nose along the back of her ear. “I think it’s time to take off your knickers now.”

His fingertips skimmed the sides of her hips. “Did you get these all nice and wet for me?”

Hermione nodded, clutching the wall for support.

He slid his hand around to her belly, gliding down to the top of her muff and teasing through her curls.

“I could smell this cooking in the kitchen,” he said, taking a deep breath.

“Mmmmm, sweet.” Lucifer eased her knickers lower, kissing the back of her neck and then slowly trailing his nose down her spine as he knelt to pull her panties to the floor.

Hermione jerked with pleasure as his hot breath puffed over each vertebra.

When he got to her lower back, he kissed his way toward her tailbone, his tongue creeping out to mark the tip top of her crevice.

Her skin went prickly with gooseflesh, and she arched her bum toward him for more.

Lucifer chuckled and licked the salt from her skin. “Let’s get you out of these wet things,” he whispered.

Drawing her knickers down her legs, he tickled the back of her knee and smiled at her socks.

Her knickers pooled around her ankles, and he tapped her foot so she'd step out of them. “That’s it. These are mine now, pet.”

Lifting her knickers to his nose, he inhaled her lust.

His cock was about to destroy his zipper.

Her knickers were so wet they were sticking to his face. The oasis in her gusset washed over his tongue like musky-sweet nectar. 

'Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!' Tossing her panties over his shoulder, he shoved her against the wall and buried his nose in her arse.

Breathing deeply, Lucifer immersed himself in the glorious mixture sex and sweat which damped the dark heat of her hollow. 

'Dammit!' Fuck the bedroom. He’d tie her to the wall. 

Hermione’s knees almost gave way as he breathed into her arse like an oxygen mask. There was nothing to hold her up but his face.

It turned out she didn’t have to worry about staying vertical, because he slid right back up her body, pinning her hands above her head and wandlessly binding them in place.

She looked up, but there was nothing to see. It felt as though silk cords were pulling her toward the ceiling.

Lucifer spun her around and grinned at her dilated pupils. She was even more far gone than he was.

Yanking open his trousers, he pulled himself free and saw her eyes lock on his cock.

Hermione could almost taste him; that glint of dew clinging to his knob drew her like a hummingbird to sugar-water.

Her pussy was leaking all over her thighs, leaving them soft and slick as silk.

He pulled open his shirt, and her mouth watered at the sight of his pale chest.

The dark hair smattering his pecs like a fuzzy shadow was the only contrast in a sea of white.

His toffee nipples were just out of sight behind his shirt.

Lucifer left his trousers round his hips and pulled her flush against him. Her body was sweltering.

He slid his hands to the base of her baked bum and lifted her up. Her eyes went wide with surprise and discomfort, but she instinctively wrapped her legs around his hips to steady herself.

The residual soreness would make the position a rough one for her, but he knew how to help her see past the pain.

“Feel that heat, pet. Nothing takes the chill out of a winter night like a warmed backside.” Reaching between them, he aligned his cock with her dripping entrance.

“You look so fucking gorgeous like that. Are you enjoying your restraints?”

Hermione nodded. Her voice seemed to have disappeared.

“Is this what you want?” he teased, tapping his glans into her waterlogged labia. “That sounds like yes to me, but I need to be sure. Tell me what you want, pet.”

Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. She felt like a badly-dubbed movie.

Lucifer’s lips twitched to a smile. “Just one word. Can you say yes?”

She nodded.

“Say yes if you want my cock. You’ll have to shout so I can hear you over all this pussy.”

“Yes,” she breathed, her larynx finally loosening.

“Good girl,” he whispered, sinking into her with one slow, slick thrust.

Her eyes rolled back, and she banged her head on the wall. “Unh!”

“Fuck!” Merlin’s bloody balls he needed that.

Planting his face at the base of her throat, he sucked her thumping pulse between his teeth.

“Unnn-n-n-n-n-nh!”

He could feel her ragged cries echoing past his lips.

Thrusting up into her, he tapped her depths.

She must have fancied having his knob penetrating her womb like an angry billy goat, because she dry-sobbed at the ceiling as if she were losing her mind.

Leaving her throat, he went to her arm.

It was offered up so invitingly.

Licking his way to the shadowed hollow of her armpit, he breathed in the stark scent of her body. 

Bloody hell, yes. He wanted to devour her.

She shivered against him when he lapped at the most sensitive spot.

Lucifer must have found some magic erogenous zone, because Hermione swore she could feel his tongue burrowing all the way through to her nipples. “Please, sir.”

“What, pet?” he muttered into her skin.

“Please don’t stop,” she whispered. “I’m so close.”

He grinned and fucked her a little harder, burying his face in her fragrant cove.

“Oh God!” Her core started to contract, and Hermione arched into him, convulsing in time with her pussy.

Lucifer grunted as she squeezed around him. He wanted to come with her. Getting a firm grip on her bum, he drove himself over the edge, staying right on her tail.

“Fuck!” Hermione cried. Her fingers clasped at nothing, searching for something to hold onto.

The ache in her arse sent her orgasm in a wonderful new direction.

Lucifer hissed her name as he came, panting against her armpit as his balls spilled their load.

He was glad she was safely bound to the ceiling in case he lost consciousness.

He didn't know his young body could produce such a massive quantity of semen.

They both unwound into a stupor of post-coital bliss, jerking with aftershocks as they came back to reality.

Hermione peeled her head from the wall and searched for his face behind the veil of his mussed, black hair. “My hands are going numb, sir.”

He looked up and cast a silent Finite Incantatem.

He held her aloft with both hands and kept her propped against the wall so he didn’t have to pull out.

Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and held onto him as tightly as she could.

Her arms felt like rubber. “Thank you, Lucifer.”

Lucifer raised one eyebrow. “You’re being rather familiar for a girl of your rank.”

She smiled. “We’re not done?”

“Oh no, pet. There’s a surprise for you. It seems chairs aren’t all you’ve been defacing.”

"What?"

“If you’re going to carve up my dick, I’m going to have to show you that, in this land, the Devil has the final say in all matters of justice.”

Hermione suddenly caught on. “I love your cock. I wanted everyone to know it's mine.”

“And the Devil wishes to do the same. I’ll personalize your arse to match.”

“Yes, sir.” She had no idea what he had planned, but she was ready for more if he was. “Make me yours.”

Lucifer smiled, glancing at the quill he'd left on the couch. “I shall.”

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“Lucifer, what are you doing?!” she giggled.

“That tickles.”

“Stop squirming—you’re smudging my work.”

“You’re not using permanent ink, are you?!”

“It’s just regular ink. I want this to last for at least a few days. Don’t scrub it off.”

“I won’t. What are you writing?”

“I’m signing my name on the dotted line.”

“You’re signing my bum?”

“I said stop squirming. I’m almost done.”

Hermione smiled into the bedspread. “How’s it look?”

Lucifer blew on the ink to dry it. “Outstanding. But stay still. I want to make sure it’s set.”

“Can I sign you next?”

“Most certainly not. I am not the property of the Gryffindor Princess.”

Her face dropped. He didn’t want to be hers.

“But if you’re nice, I’ll let you put your initials someplace inconspicuous.”

Hermione's eyes sparkeld in an instant. “Your bum?”

He smirked. “I can’t see it there. Try again.”

“Your chest?”

Lucifer nodded. “That sounds fine.”

She would write her initials across his heart. Maybe they’d sink in and stay there forever.

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Lucifer lay in bed with her that night. Thinking.

Although he couldn’t currently see it, Property of the Devil had been scrawled across her arse in black ink.

And just below it, his name branded her backside. He’d claimed her as his.

In writing.

The HG she’d inked on his left pectoral, just like the underside of his cock, which had been permanent, was also impossible to see in this light, but he could still feel the press of the quill, somehow carving out his heart with a tickle.

Her name was already embedded in every ventricle and chamber; she didn’t need to put it in print.

But, Lucifer fancied it nonetheless.