That night when, Lucifer came back into the Hospital wing, under the spell of Disillusionment to cover himself up.
He couldn't help the smile that tugged on his lips as he followed Hermione's scent towards her private bed.
What he didn't expect, however, was the state he would find her in.
The smile on his face fell as she came into view.
There she was, adorned in pink, grinding down on one of his pillows, which she borrowed after being hospitalized, in the middle of her bed.
She was so lost in it, didn't even notice him for a few minutes well.
Hermione only continued to rub back and forth on the pillow, mouth hanging open, eyes half-lidded.
Her little cat ears did little to keep her curls pushed back.
Most of it hung over her face, the loose ends bouncing around her breasts.
Her unruly hair, long enough now to wrap around his hands, was an extension of her.
It was the only tell of her true wild nature beneath her public persona.
The pink mesh of her bra did nothing to cover her nipples.
The deep rosy pink of them were puckered and slightly swollen, an obvious sign that she had been playing with them without his supervision.
Lucifer stepped closer to survey the rest of the outfit. Her matching knickers were damp in the middle.
He knew if he studied the pillow between her legs he would find it soaking wet.
Not that he minded at all.
He wanted every possession of his drowning in her musky almond fragrance, starting with his bedding.
He noted the tail poking out through the string of her thong.
It matched the strip she wore around her neck.
Damn, she was fucking adorable.
"This is quite the surprise, Kitten," Lucifer drawled, barely recognising his own voice.
His commanding tone was softer, huskier.
But he couldn't stop the tenderness that rolled off his tongue.
Hermione paused her grinding, finally taking notice of him leaning against the chair in front.
A needy whimper escaped her, eyes going wide in relief.
She had been waiting a while for him it seemed.
"Did you come yet?"
She paused the gyration of her hips, shaking her head solemnly.
When Hermione started to dismount the pillow, he held up a silent finger in command.
She instantly obeyed, remaining where he was.
Lucifer took his time approaching, his cock growing harder with each step taken towards her.
"Come here," he muttered when his legs hit the edge of the bed.
She bounded into his arms.
The full scent of her hit him then, like floral marzipan but with the added musk of her arousal.
It made his mouth water.
"I need you so badly," she mewled, nuzzling her face into his chest.
He relished in the feel of her.
Lucifer worked his hands in soothing strokes up and down her back, her skin soft and warm against his palms.
"Kitten," he murmured against her hair, "Is that really got you so worked up?"
"Yeah, I am going to lose my tail..."
So, that's what it was.
"I couldn't help myself," Hermione mumbled against his neck, voice small as if she was ashamed of it.
She wasn't just expecting to be chastised. She wanted to be chastised.
Ordinarily, he would be happy to oblige.
But she looked so desperate for him.
So eager, so ready to be filled.
It was the kind of behaviour that deserved to be rewarded.
Lucifer cupped her face and stared into her. Her eyes were alight with frustration.
If he teased her too much today, she would definitely cry.
He would get to lick the salty streaks off her face. The thought of that alone made him want to come.
"How much can you take today?" he asked.
"Everything," she breathed.
The desperation in her voice was unmistakable.
"My good girl."
When, Lucifer ran his fingers down the side of her face, she leaned into his touch.
He did it slowly, tracing her nose and lips, then her jaw.
When he got to her neck he fingered the collar there.
This was the first time she had dressed up like this-in costume.
She was constantly unveiling new parts of herself to him.
And he was constantly in awe of it.
For every dark fantasy Hermione had already uttered in his ear, she could still surprise him with new ones.
The silver ring attached to the middle of her collar piqued his interest.
"Did you have something else transfigured for me?"
Remembering herself, Hermione nodded eagerly, crawling across the bed to fetch the final piece of her outfit.
But as soon as she turned around, he reached his hands out to still her hips.
"Forget the leash for a moment."
"But-"
"What do we have here?" he asked, examining her backside.
His smoothed his hands over the flesh in little circles, massaging her, inching closer and closer to the string between her cheeks.
Lucifer ran his finger under it, as he inspected her tail more closely.
Initially, he had assumed it was attached to her knickers.
That was not the case. As it turned out, the tail was inwardly attached to something he had given her.
This was probably his favourite revelation yet.
Hermione shivered as he traced a path around the rim of the anal plug.
"Oh my," Lucifer said, shaking his head in disbelief, "Was it still there the whole time? And, here I thought you were being such a good girl." He used his grip on her hips to flip her around.
Toeing off his shoes, he crawled onto the bed, caging her beneath. "What's a naughty thing like that still doing there, Hmm?"
There was nowhere else for her to look but at him. A bright blush stained her cheeks.
"It was such a pain in the arse trying to remove it, while a tail was being attached....so, I just pushed it inside..."
"Now that, my tail is going out....the plug also became visible."
The admission was soft-another layer of vulnerability she was peeling away and offering to him.
"Do you like it much?"he asked.
The admission alone was not enough to satiate him. He wanted to know everything about her.
Lucifer wanted to know the reason behind each desire and every emotion.
Simply because it was her.
Simply because she was his.
"I love it," she admitted, "It feels so good. It makes me feel full even when you're not inside me." She bit her lip for a moment.
Then, Hermione asked him, "Do you like the fact it was still inside?"
"I love it." How could he not when it clearly brought her so much pleasure? "You can even wear it at home, if you want, okay?"
In his eyes, pleasure was her birthright and because she was his, it was his right to give it to her.
A wide smile broke out on her face and, of course, he had no choice but to taste it.
The connection of their lips drew a deep groan past his lips.
Kissing her was unlike any other experience.
He could get off from kissing her alone. He had done it before too.
Lucifer had tied her to that very bed, pressed their naked bodies together and kissed her until he spilled himself all over her stomach, only for her to rub it like a body cream.
It was always intense.
But, today she was particularly ravenous.
Hermione gripped him by the back of his head and pulled him down on top of her.
He loved her like this, burning beneath him and deliriously with want.
She was rough with him, fingers pulling on his hair, sucking down hard on him bottom lip, her teeth clashing against his.
His touch on her outer thighs made her gasp, creating the perfect opportunity to deepen the kiss.
She always tasted like his too.
Lucifer hooked her legs around his waist, dropping down onto his elbows.
He was only slightly hovering over her but she made use of the little space between them, snaking her hands down his torso and unbuttoning his shirt.
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