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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Hermione had never felt so liquid and flowing in all her life. She lay on her back, one leg scissored up, pressed to his chest.

Her other leg was stretched out, and he was straddling it, kneeling above her, thrusting at a slight angle.

He'd been right about the knots in her pussy, but now that he'd rubbed them away, she was like a reed in the wind.

Lucifer could bend her into any shape he wanted. The piercing heat of his black eyes shot straight through her stomach and down to her core.

One of his long fingers teased her clit as he thrust. She was going to come any minute.

Lucifer pulled her foot to his lips and sucked her big toe into his mouth.

“L-Lucifer, damn it, fuck!” She moaned his name and gripped the sheets so hard her knuckles went white.

He could feel her body starting to tense. She was close.

Lightening his touch on her clit, he watched her face as she panted up at him.

He wanted to draw this out, make her love it.

Her pussy coiled tighter and tighter, her body turning to steel in his hands.

He nipped her toe and dragged his teeth along the length of it.

Hermione usually thought of her orgasms as one big burst of pleasure, but she was starting to see that it was really a progression of sensations.

There was that sudden moment where she was on her way, a balancing act where the train had left the station but hadn't crested the hill.

Once that became a rush of oncoming tension, she hit the ceiling and danced for a few seconds on a tiptop peak of overwhelming pressure, a still point where she was neither climbing nor falling.

When that point toppled, she was floating, riding the spasms all the way back down to reality.

The aftermath was nice too: the twitching in her pussy, the heady rush of peace that washed over her.

Each section varied in length and intensity, making each orgasm slightly different; but each station had its own appeal.

Currently, she was in the grips of that first take off. The peak was rushing toward her, dangling her right on the edge of the mountain path.

He had her dancing precariously on the lip of the volcano. It was going on far longer than she could ever remember.

If she didn't reach the summit soon she was going to scream.

The culminating forces suddenly reached their zenith, and her toe curled in his mouth.

“Lucifer!” The dam was just seconds away from spilling over.

Everything had wound to a tight tipping point.

He stayed deep, his cock rocking into her with each short thrust, playing her along the razor’s edge.

Hermione started to fall over the cliff, a long moan of release springing to her lips as her pussy pulsed around him, riding the waves unfurling through her body. 

Lucifer held her gaze the whole time, watching every sensation play out over her features. She was the sexiest witch in the universe when she came.

He wanted a repeat. Her body went limp as she came down, and he released her toe with a grunt of desire. "More."

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Hermione was passed out on his chest.

Lucifer had his eyes open to the dark room. There was enough light filtering in around the window shade so he could see.

Her golden brown hair tangled around his fingers as he stroked her head.

It had been one hell of a day.

She looked as though she'd been shagged into a lump of pudding.

He was currently lying in one of the many wet spots she'd left earlier.

He didn't mind. He wanted to soak in that pool of glory.

Touching his lips to the top of her head, Lucifer kissed her goodnight.

She'd fallen asleep before he could do it while she was conscious.

They hadn't snogged the way they had the weekend before, and he missed it.

Fucking her in every position under the sun was a bloody brilliant way to spend the day, but he wanted to feel her breathing over his lips, her tongue tasting his.

Maybe tomorrow he could work that into their coupling. 

“Goodnight, Hermione.”

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Sunday.

“Lucifer!”

He grunted as he knelt between her bent legs and lifted her hips, leaving her balanced on her shoulders and the tips of her toes.

Bridging her up until she was aligned with his cock, Lucifer held her suspended in his hands as he slid inside.

Her tits bounced up toward her face with every thrust, and Hermione tried to press her toes into the bed for leverage.

He was about to lose it.

They'd been going at it since breakfast, and if she hadn't fallen off the bed earlier, she would be on her fifth orgasm.

As it was, she was straining for the fourth.

"Relax," he muttered. "Let it happen."

Hermione stared at the ceiling, her brain going mushy with need.

Or maybe it just felt like that because all the blood was rushing to her head.

Her calf started to twitch, and she reached for him. "Stop stop stop! My leg is cramping."

Lucifer pulled out and eased her down. She winced as he straightened her leg, but she finally breathed out a sigh and dropped her head back to the bed.

He ran his hand down her side, soothing her trembling body. "I'll get you a banana and some salt."

She looked at him in confusion. "For the next position?"

Lucifer snickered. "No. So your leg won't cramp again. Just give me a minute."

Hermione's pussy felt as if she'd been reamed by a broom handle.

Her thighs were wet with juice, and she was starting to wonder how she was going to ever get the sheets clean.

This was fun and exciting, but it wasn't very relaxing.

Another day of sexual acrobatics might be more than her body could withstand. 

He came back with a banana and a small cup of water.

Handing her the cup first, Lucifer nodded at her to drink it. "There's salt in it. Down it fast."

Hermione chugged it in two gulps. It wasn't terrible. He handed her the banana, and she started to eat it as he settled down on his side next to her.

His erection was starting to fade, but she didn’t want it to go.

Cupping his balls, she smiled at him around her banana.

Lucifer’s lips twitched into a smile. "Don't get me worked up if you're not ready for more."

"Can we save the rest of these positions for another day? I'm so bloody tired."

He grinned and nodded. "What would you like to do instead?"

"Oh, I still want to shag. I'm really close, and your balls must be approaching full capacity. I just want it to be easy."

"You mean you just want me to fuck you the way I usually do?"

She nodded, peeling her banana the rest of the way. "Yes. Nothing either of has to strain for."

He smiled, brushing back her hair. "Nice and slow?"

Hermione sighed as his fingers trailed down her neck. "MmHm. Face to face, so I can kiss you. And you can do that thing to my neck that makes my pussy leak all over the place."

Lucifer chuckled and took her banana peel from her, tossing it onto the table. "In that case, I have one more position I want you to try."

Hermione watched him stack up the pillows against the headboard.

They were steep and inclined, forming a rough triangle.

He waved her over and urged her to lean back.

"That's it," he murmured as she got into place. “Pull up your knees.”

When Hermione was reclining comfortably, he got between her spread thighs and wrapped her legs around his hips.

Now he could sit back or lean forward, giving himself more thrusting angles and hand options.

He wasn't hard enough anymore, but he knew a comeback was in the works.

One hand went to her breast, and Lucifer leaned down and rested his forehead against hers.

She smiled at him and ran her fingers along the side of his face then tipped up her nose to brush his. 

Hermione swept her mouth over his, making her own lips tingle with the contact.

Her nerve endings were lit up like a Christmas tree.

He moved in closer and kissed her softly as his half-hard prick nestled itself in her shellacked shell.

Her mouth clasped at his, hungry for his flavor.

He caught her lower lip, and she sighed in contentment as he gently nipped her.

When his tongue finally met with hers, Hermione felt as if a juicy bomb were going off in her mouth. 

Lucifer countered her agile tongue, mirroring her moves and following everywhere she led.

He'd let her take over the oral choreography while he concentrated on grinding his growing cock into her cleft.

Her crux was coated in satin ambrosia, a warm, wet home for him to burrow into.

By the time his entire length was slick with her arousal, he was back to full strength, his dick straining between them, begging for the warmth of her inner sanctum. 

Hermione moaned as he entered her.

His thick knob parted her folds, sliding into her depths with ease.

He started to grind into her, and her eyes rolled back in her head.

Sinking his member full inside her womb, circled his hips against her, his cock stirring through her channel.

It made her belly clench. How did he create such a plethora of pleasure inside her without even thrusting?

It felt bloody fantastic.

Lucifer released her lips and licked the fading love bites he'd left on her neck.

He'd give her some new ones for the week, let's see how much glamour can the girl use?

Hermione's clit throbbed every time he sucked her pulse.

Her hand dropped to his shoulder, and she let her nails take over, scratching a light path down to his right nipple; when she started to scrape a circle around the perimeter, he growled into her neck.

Her playful pinch earned her a nip of his teeth. "Ah!" 

Lucifer grinned and licked the abraded marks. Sliding his hand between them, he brushed over her clit.

His lips found her ear, and he nipped at her lobe. "Are you enjoying this position?"

Hermione nodded. "Yes, sir."

"Say my name. Sir is for spankings."

She smiled, kissing the side of his face. "Lucifer."

"Is this little pussy ready to come again?"

"I'm getting close."

He could tell. Her belly and thighs tensed each time her body neared its goal.

One more round of close calls would leave her panting like a dog.

He swept back and forth over the apex of her slit, just barely grazing her swollen pearl. "Tell me what makes you come when you're alone. What do you think about?"

"You on top of me, watching me."

Lucifer smiled and leaned back a little, meeting her gaze. "What else?"

She shivered as he ground his hips into her a little faster. "You talking to me."

"What do I say?"

Hermione blushed. "Sometimes you just tell me how close I'm getting and how much you want me to come, but a lot of the time you sort of threaten me."

"Threaten you?" He wasn't going to threaten her to orgasm.

"That sounds a bit harsh when I say it out loud. You say things like . . . you're going to spank me later or use the cane on me. You're just very detailed about it."

Lucifer chuckled down at her. "You mean like . . . you'd better come for me right now, or tonight after I give you a bath, I'm going to bring you back in here and put you over my knee. I'm going to lube up your naughty little bottom, and we're going to see how fast you can come when you're getting stretched and spanked at the same time."

She started up at him in surprise. "Yes, just like that!”

"I wasn't just saying that to turn you on. It's what I intend to do."

"Really?"

The hopeful lilt in her voice made him smile.

"Yes." Lucifer braced both hands on the pillows so he could pick up the pace of his grinding.

Leaning close so her eyes were all he could see, he engaged all engines, preparing to drive her off the cliff.

“Just relax. This little pussy's going to cream my cock any minute now. Do you feel that ache deep inside?"

She nodded, unable to find any words with him staring at her like that.

"Do you like it?"

She nodded again.

"It'll keep feeling like that, and you'll think you're not even close. Then all the sudden, it will transform into sweet . . . deep . . . perfection." Every promise was accompanied by a circle of his hips.

"How do you know?" she managed to whisper.

"Ex---All you have to do is follow the pleasure. Don't reach for it. Let it find you."

She could do that.

Hermione held him closer, and his grinding sped up even more.

His lips touched her forehead, and she closed her eyes as he rasped a string of soothing praise like a lascivious lullaby.

He told her she was beautiful, that he wanted to watch her come again and again.

He told her that she has the prettiest pussy in the world, and even wanted to lick her clean after she came.

His rumbly voice sank to her sex, adding an invisible stimulation that couldn't be matched.

Just when Hermione thought she was going to go mad, her body did just what he said it would, suddenly growing the sweetest bloom of pleasure she'd ever felt.

That rising first phase of her climax swelled and swirled, leaving her wondering if she would ever see the peak. "Lucifer!"

He stared down at her, watching her jaw drop.

She looked both shocked and pleased.

Her pussy spasmed around him, and he gritted his teeth, growling as he stopped fighting his own release.

Keeping his eyes on her face, he let his balls have their way, his sac seizing with success.

He pressed his forehead to hers and groaned her name as he spilled himself inside her.

His cock pulsed, drowning her in his seed. It would be dripping out of her for hours. "Fuck!"

Hermione smiled, keeping her arms around him so he'd rest against her. "Will you do that again later?"

He breathed out a short laugh. "Tonight. After your bedtime spanking."

"After bath-time?"

"MmHm."

"You'll be in the bath with me, won't you?"

"That was the plan."

"Good. I want to lick you clean."

"In the tub or right now?"

Her grin became a sneaky smile, and she beamed up at him. “Both!”

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