Hermione smiled, pushing his hair out of the way so she could reach his neck.
Her tongue sought out the spot he liked best, teasing him with her teeth before marking him with her mouth.
He grunted in her ear and started moving faster.
"I want to fuck you hard, love. Turn over. I know how much you enjoy having your arse in the air."
He gently pulled out, and Hermione twisted around and got into place, arching her back hard so he could see her pussy.
"Granger, yes. That's my girl." He pushed his cock to her creamy entrance and eased back inside.
"How's that feel?" he murmured, pulling her hips back to meet him.
She felt perfect. "Unhhhh!"
A smirk lit his face. "I've barely begun, pet. We've got all night for you to sound like that."
His hips gradually sped up, tapping at her bum.
After five minutes, Hermione couldn't keep quiet.
Her backside beamed with heat, and his balls bounced off her clit like a bell clapper.
She couldn't take the growing ache.
A steady wail cane from her, only pausing when she had to take in more air.
Lucifer wished boggart wasn't there.
He wanted to fuck her for hours, but after he was mortally injured, he wasn't sure that was possible.
She felt too good.
Even the feel of her soft hips was marvelous.
"Damn, I missed that sound, love. Listen to that pussy. You're going to soak the bed for me, aren't you?"
"Yes, sir!"
She was starting to sound desperate.
He went faster, hitting all the spots that made her shout.
If she came soon, he could hold out then slow down again and go a bit longer.
"I can feel you starting to tense, love. You're right on the edge. Don't hold back."
He reached around her and brushed over her clit—steady and light—until he felt her pussy pushing him out.
"LUCIFER!"
He let her expel him so he could watch, reaching between her legs to keep the pressure on her clit.
Clear liquid spilled out of her like a leaky pipe.
The first two pulses were hard, and she made a pained noise with each one.
The rest trickled out in a slow stream, dripping off his hand and soaking into the quilt.
As soon as it started to slow, he pushed back inside.
"Aah!" Her hands tore at the bed. "Lucif----!"
She sounded overwhelmed, but he thought she wasn't done.
And he was right. In less than a minute the sloshing sound returned.
"Once more," he growled. "The bed's not wet enough."
"Maow!" She gave him a tired but excited whine, rocking back on him.
He smiled and slapped one hand across the top of her arse before grabbing her hips again. "That's my girl. Show me how much you like my cock."
Hermione's belly went rigid; the rolling in her pelvis started again.
It felt as if she had to wee, but she knew she didn't (and usually couldn't until about ten minutes after they'd stopped).
The pressure kept building, and more fluid slipped out around his cock. 'So close.'
"You're overflowing," he said, grinning at her back, fucking her even harder. "Any second now."
His commentary just made her want it more.
Her legs shook with anticipation (or exhaustion . . . she wasn't sure).
Lucifer didn't have the breath to talk.
He fucked her as fast as he could; her muscles started to clench.
When she wailed, signaling her completion, the juice ran down his cock to drip off his balls.
It was like fucking an angry garden hose.
Her pussy did its best to squeeze him to death, but he gnashed his teeth and held on to her hips with all his strength, fighting his own climax.
She gasped as the contractions died.
She felt wrung out. "P-Please let me rest."
Lucifer smiled and slowed down. "Do you hear that?" he taunted. "Your pussy's missed me."
"Very much so!" she panted.
"Get on your back again. I want to watch your face."
A tired smile crossed her lips as she flopped down and spread her legs for him.
When he leaned over her, she braced her feet against his chest.
With two pillows in hand, he sat back and nodded at her hips. "Lift up."
Using him as leverage, she picked up her hips and let him prop her up.
"Those are going to be your pillows," she warned him.
Lucifer smirked. "Agreed."
He leaned back and spread open her labia with his thumbs, inspecting her pussy. "Lovely. I'm going enjoy this."
Circling his fingers around the base of his cock, he trapped in the blood and tapped his engorged head against her dripping folds.
Hermione blushed but smiled at him and spread her legs wider.
"You are such a good girl. I bet Potter and Weasley can hear this all the way downstairs."
She blushed brighter and gave him a warning look. "They cannot."
"MmHm," he assured her, tapping harder. "They're too thick to know what it means, but they can still hear you."
"Lucifer, please be nice. Sirius is being very hospitable."
He pushed the tip inside. "Tell me, do you think hospitality would continue if they heard crack of the paddle against your backside?"
Her eyes went wide. "Definitely not, and no one is going to hear any such thing."
"They're going to find out about your predilection for punishment sooner or later."
"No, they are not. My sex life is nobody's business."
Lucifer smirked and shrugged. "All right, calm down. I wasn't going to tell Molly if you are worried too much."
"Good."
"Do you think Ginny'll suspect something if I make you hang your paddle on the wall?"
"Lucifer! Please."
"Okay, okay," he said, chuckling softly. "But I have a nice wooden hairbrush for you to keep here. I expect you to leave it out on the dresser at all times."
"Are you serious?"
"Quite."
No one would be suspicious of a hairbrush.
She was more concerned with how he planned to use it. "How much does it hurt?"
"That depends on how hard I swat you with it." He edged his way inside her.
She pulled back her knees and let them fall wide so he could lay against her and get even deeper. "Are you going to punish me with it or tease me with it?"
He laughed. "If you're a good girl, I'll make you like it. Cross me again and your bum will be bruised."
"Yes, sir," she whispered, stroking his face.
There was a rough sliver of stubble where he'd missed shaving.
Lucifer lazily rocked inside her, kissing her neck to make her groan. "Wear your new knickers, and we'll see how long you can keep them on."
Hermione grinned and tickled the back of his neck. "I can't just treat Sirius's house like a love shack."
His lips twitched. "Very well, next day then. They're going to notice when you come down limping."
"Bloody hell, Lucifer! What are you planning to do to me in this house?"
He kissed her neck. "Nothing you won't beg for."
"Are you sure?"
"I'm very sure. By the way, I got you two jars of caramel. I hope you have a sweet tooth Sunday."
Hermione grinned. "I'm sure I will. But keep them preserved just in case. There is Harry's court hearing too."
He settled into her, languidly stroking in and out.
Her jaw would occasionally drop, and she'd let out a needy sound, then his balls would start to tighten, and he'd have to stop.
They went on like that for what felt like hours, but he was fairly certain was only thirty minutes or so.
Lucifer had to keep stopping her whenever she'd start to suck his neck.
He couldn't maintain his composure with that kind of distraction.
Hermione felt as if she was floating in an insane asylum.
He kept fucking and fucking, her pussy going round in circles, trying to decide if it should come again or take a break.
The pleasure would build to "almost" then fall back into hibernation.
After fifteen minutes of that, she couldn't make coherent sentences and gave up trying to talk him to orgasm.
He didn't seem to be listening anyway.
He looked as mindless as she felt.
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