"Beg me. I need to make sure you really want it."
"Oh gods," she muttered, obviously unprepared to take over the dirty talk. "Um . . . please . . . give me your cock, sir. I need it so much. Please fuck me."
"That's it. My dirty little Gryffindor. You love being bad, don't you?"
It wasn't really a question, but she answered quickly, "I like being dirty for you, sir, but I don't like being bad."
Lucifer managed to stifle his snort just in time. The consummate good girl couldn't bear to be bad. "I understand. In that case, are you ready to be my sweet little princess?"
Her breathing became erratic, steaming the window with each exhalation. "Yes, sir!"
Ah! He'd discovered at least one key to unlock her cunny combination.
And he hadn't even been trying—what luck.
"Up on your tiptoes," he purred, bending his knees to get a better angle. "Arch your back; show me that pussy."
She complied immediately, and Lucifer used two fingers to find the silky hollow of her entrance.
Grabbing his dick, he followed his guiding fingers and slipped in the tip.
The angle was odd due to her height, but his knob was perfectly positioned to pound her g-spot.
Arching her back, she opened herself to him, and he slid in, smooth as butter.
Firmly aligned with the track of her channel, he drew his wet fingers out of the way and, as he departed, trailed along the shadowed valley bisecting her bum.
Her entire body convulsed. "Oh gods!"
Well, wasn't that interesting? He did it again, lingering on her twitching rosebud, watching her reaction closely.
Her spine contorted as if Hermione were auditioning for the sexual circus, and her thighs began to quiver.
A slow smile spread across his face. "Is that what you like?"
"Yes," she breathed.
Lucifer continued to gently fuck her as he traced the crinoline pleats of her pucker with one finger. "Is this how you touch yourself when you're alone?"
"Yes, sir." She sounded braver now.
"Have you had your naughty little dildo in here, while I wasn't there?"
"Yes, sir. I am making this hole wide enough to fit your cock!"
'Bloody hell.' Putting a modicum of pressure right at the center of her swirl, he asked in his silkiest drawl, "Would you like me to do the honors tonight?"
"Fuck! Yes, sir. Please. I'm gonna come."
"Yes, I can tell," he commented blithely.
Lucifer brought his middle finger to his lips and lubed it thoroughly in his mouth then smeared it across her anal opening.
As he wiggled the digit into her arse, his cock twitched with envy; that eager ring of muscle gave new meaning to the phrase "vice-like."
She relaxed, and his finger disappeared to the knuckle.
The steady in and out of his thrusting could be felt through the thin wall, and he teased himself for a moment, catching the crest of his glans for a little extra friction.
When he went a fraction of an inch deeper, Hermione shouted and began to treble so violently he was afraid she was going to collapse.
"Oh God, Lucifer! I'm gonna come . . . right now."
True to her word, her passages seized, her internal muscles grasping at both digit and dick.
Satin liquid poured from her folds in a frenzied stream, and he groaned as his balls and thighs were spattered with the overflow.
"Ahhhhhhhhh!" Her hands scrabbled at the glass, searching for purchase as she spasmed with pleasure. "Ah! Uhhhh."
Her pussy was still contracting, but her body unclenched as she tumbled into orgasmic free fall.
"That's my girl," he whispered into her hair. "Come for me."
Hermione gradually went slack, panting and shivering with aftershocks, and Lucifer took his time extracting his finger and cock.
There was an audible slurp of sticky suction as they disconnected, which left him smirking with glee.
He spun her around by the hips and stared into her eyes.
It looked as if she'd been shagged into a stupor. "Did you enjoy that?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes. Thank you, sir."
Lucifer chuckled at her blissful gratitude and kissed her sweaty forehead. "Are you ready for more?"
"Yes, sir."
Sex-dazed and raring for another round.
What a witch.
Lucifer bent down and grabbed her arse, lifting her up and leaning her back against the window.
Hermione didn't squeal, but she hissed and bridged off the glass, her legs tightening around his hips like Devils' Snare.
Lucifer didn't pull her away; the glass would cool her fevered body—she just needed time to adjust.
His cock slid right back inside as if they'd never parted, and the squishing recommenced.
With a low moan, she rolled her head back and forth against the glass, her big brown eyes slitting to a half-lidded haze.
Lucifer couldn't look away.
She was bloody breathtaking.
Her gaze drifted in and out of focus, sleepy with satisfaction, and the pink flush of her cheeks had spread all the way down her chest, painting her décolletage with a rosy glow.
He couldn't decide if she was a portrait of debauchery or virtue.
Although she was a playful little nymph who didn't mind getting messy, there was something about her in the throes of passion that screamed purity.
'What a confounding observation to make at time like this.'
What was even more confounding was that he didn't know which side of her he liked better, the naughty nymphet, or the wholesome humanitarian.
Thank the Fates she was plenty of both.
Her back sank against the glass again, and Hermione sighed in relief. 'Knew that would calm you down.'
Quick as a flash, she leaned forward and captured his mouth with hers, her tongue plunging past his lips.
Lucifer inhaled sharply, almost losing the beat of his hips, but when he had gathered his wits, he gave it right back to her, repaying fervor with fervor.
It was more a dance than a duel, and his body easily fell into step with her rhythm.
Her moan tickled his lips, echoing off the roof of his mouth and buzzing over tongue and tooth.
He kept the same pace with his pelvis, but his hips snapped at the top to punctuate his thrusts with an exclamation mark.
That frantic little muscle swirling through his mouth mirrored every move; she was penetrating him as he penetrated her.
He didn't mind the initiative—a man only had so much concentration on tap when buried balls deep in a juicy quim.
Best to let her lead the oral rumba while he took care of the tango below.
Swinging her away from the window, Lucifer carried her over to the bed, still joined at the lips.
The experience was so different from what he was used to he wasn't ready to break the connection just yet.
Hermione just consumed. She was all sweetness and fire—like scalded caramel.
Slowly, he laid her down in the petals, and she pulled back to look at him as they got settled.
"We've never had sex on rose petals before," Hermione noticed, and exclaimed with a small smile.
"Nice, isn't it?"
She nodded. "It's kind of weird, but I like it."
Lucifer knew what she meant. It tickled, as if something was accidentally touching you.
But that just added to the wealth of sensations for the body to enjoy. "You look gorgeous like this."
Hermione blushed. "So do you."
Chuckling, he nuzzled her cheek. "You're very sweet."
With a kiss to her brow, Lucifer withdrew until his glans just popped past her opening, then he eased back in as if it were the first time.
She made a garbled noise of pleasure and breathed deeply through her nose as if she could smell the approaching climax.
"I think it's time for you to come again," he murmured.
"I just came."
"Is there a limit of which I'm unaware?"
She laughed. "No. I just need a little rest in between."
"I beg to differ."
Lucifer slapped his hips against her, and she keened loudly, bridging off the bed like a live wire.
"If I know one thing, your pussy is constantly at the starting gates ready to run."
"Oh gods!"
"You've been underestimating this marvelous little cunt," Lucifer grunted.
Her walls were already starting to flutter. "She's just been waiting to be set free."
"Please, Lucifer!"
He grinned. That please went straight to his balls. He heard it so seldom. "Tell me what you want, princess."
"Kiss me again!"
He'd been expecting a request for harder or faster, but he adored her suggestion.
Touching his lips to hers, Lucifer whispered, "You're going to sleep in my seed everyday from here on, princess."
"Tell me who rules this pussy."
"You, Lucifer. Dammit! Please let me come!"
He sealed his mouth to hers and fucked her deep and fast, catching her cries on his tongue and feeding them back to her with a helping of his own heated grunts.
Her sheath contracted once more, and Lucifer concentrated on pushing himself over with her.
After running from the edge, it wasn't that difficult to just jump over the cliff.
His balls pulled taut, and Lucifer growled as the semen shot through his shaft.
The pleasure throbbed in his veins, and he shouted once as the eruption hit.
Fuck! He pumped all he had into her, grunting as the tingling in his balls spread throughout his body.
It was as if she had zapped his sac with her magical pussy, and the residual charm needed to exit through every pore in his skin.
Although the pulsing eventually waned, the heady buzz continued.
He pulled his lips from hers and stared into her eyes. 'Definitely scalded caramel.'
"That was brilliant!" she breathed.
"I think I can go again in a bit. Would you like to get in the hot tub while we wait?"
Hermione shook her head. "I don't want you to wash away that cream. It's mine."
Lucifer smirked. "Spoken like a true cum queen. Very well. We'll pick petals off each other until I'm recovered."
Hermione smiled. "I'm really glad I came here with you, Lucifer"
His heart hammered, driven mad by the kindness in her eyes.
He'd forgotten what it was like to be targeted by such warmth.
'Damn. I could get used to this.'
"I'm glad too. More than you can imagine."
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