Chapter 161 + 162 ~Heavy NSFW~

Hermione thought about it briefly, picturing him on his back below her.

She wanted to make him grunt and growl while she rode him. "Yes. Are you going to come?"

Lucifer smiled and shook his head.

"Not yet. I want to make sure you sleep well tonight." He'd keep it to himself that he'd already come once that morning with her name on his lips.

Hermione smiled back and held on as he rolled them over so he was on his back.

It took her a few seconds to get her bearings. Pushing herself upright, she started to grind against him. 

Her eyes rolled back in her head. He was so deep.

Every swirl of her hips brought a new sensation for her to explore.

She was hitting spots inside her womb she never even knew existed.

Every time a new area was discovered, she set up camp for a bit, testing every kind of thrust and wiggle to see how each compared.

Lucifer was watching her not only for the artistry of her movement, but to see the way she got herself off.

He knew this was her preferred method, using pillows.

He could just picture her alone in bed at night, riding her fingers and frigging her clit.

She was slowly gaining momentum, progressing from a delicate swirl to a steady trot.

He was torn between watching the desire play over her face or seeing her tits sway and jiggle as she picked up the pace.

Realizing he had another option, Lucifer covered her bouncing breasts with both hands and locked his eyes on hers.

He could have both.

"Uhh...oh..haah, shit!" Hermione went back and forth between deep undulations and just riding him full speed.

Both left her moaning so loudly her throat was going dry.

When her thighs started to burn, she knew it was time to stop teasing herself.

Leaning forward just a bit, she got her clit in the action, letting it kiss his pelvis each time she slammed down. "Oh God!"

Lucifer grinned. Her face was a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Torture and ecstasy. Giving her a helping hand, he pinched her knotted nipples between his fingers.

Her eyelids fluttered low, and she stared into his eyes as if she'd been drugged.

She was the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

Digging her fingers into his chest to keep hold of him, Hermione rode him like a pro.

She was certainly sweating like one.

His scorching gaze was enough to roast her all on its own. She was lost in the bottomless pits of his black eyes.

They seemed to go on for eternity.

The constricting in her core suddenly snapped, throbbing through her like a sonic blast.

She shouted his name and pounded herself through the electric pulse in her pussy.

Lucifer gritted his teeth as she came, locking his pelvis in place so she could take what she needed from him.

Her muscles danced around his shaft, squeezing and pulling like a greedy mob.

He planned to fuck her until she came again so he could feel her sweet sheath squeezing him dry. 

Hermione slowed as she came back down, settling into a lazy roll.

Holding her hips, he gently thrust into her from below, letting her pussy wind down but keeping her primed for more. 

"How do you feel now?" he whispered.

Hermione couldn't stop smiling. She was just about knackered. "Calm."

Lucifer smirked at her sated expression, "Do you want me back on top?"

"Yes, please. My calf is starting to cramp."

He helped her off him. "Get on your stomach."

A layer of sweat coated her like dew.

She rolled into an unused portion of bedding and sighed as the blessed coolness drained her heat.

Lucifer's hands glided over her slick body, delving down between her thighs to spread her legs. She opened up wide for him.

Brushing his fingers over her parted lower lips, he grinned at the shine glazing his fingers.

His cock was getting sticky as her honey began to dry.

Kneeling behind her, he held open her cheeks, just to check in with her neglected port.

It twitched at the exposure, hiding from the light like a vampire shrinking from the sun, "Arch your back for me."

Hermione's pussy jumped with jealousy, begging for Lucifer to come back home. "Please fuck me, Daddy. My pussy needs you!"

His grin widened and he released her bouncy bum to lay against her.

When her curvy rump was pressed to his hips and his chest was pressed to her back, he reached down and grabbed hold of his dick.

Buttering it in her folds, he teased her for a minute.

"Your pussy needs me?" Lucifer repeated, rumbling at the back of her ear. "I can hear that. It's salivating."

Her face went red, but she was at a level of desperation that overrode her embarrassment. "Yes, it is. Please! Come back in."

Lucifer laughed. "Such a gracious and wet little hostess. Is this what you desire?" he asked, pressing his tip to her weeping entrance. 

"Yes!" Hermione moaned, tearing at the comforter as her stomach twisted with tension.

Sinking into her welcoming warmth, he closed his eyes and submerged his brain in the pleasure of her body. "Mmmmm. You were right, it is nice here. I think I'll stay for a while."

Her muscles relaxed as he began to rock inside her.

The slip and slide of his sex was sublime. And the angle was just right.

He somehow felt even bigger, stretching her opening while his knob ground into her front wall.

He brushed her hair out of the way, and touched his lips to her neck, his breath hot and heavy on her damp skin. 

Lucifer licked the sweat from her neck then grazed her thumping pulse with his teeth.

Her raging desire for him was quite a turn on. The sloshing of her sex and the creak of her bedsprings could still be heard over her whimpers and heavy breathing; the sounds wove together, creating a salacious symphony for him to keep time to. 

He changed the tempo whenever she started to calm, making sure to keep her on the edge of her seat.

Slowly, he worked over the back of her neck, leaving a purple and red trail of love bites.

She seemed to love the sharp pull of suction and the nip of his teeth.

Lucifer kept asking her if she wanted another one, and the answer was always a heated "yes!"

Hermione had never been in such a situation before. There seemed to be no end to his titillating talents.

Her vagina wavered between orgasm and defeat. And she didn't know which one she wanted.

Keeping him inside her sounded perfect, but her body was dying for some relief.

It didn't seem healthy to just let things go on indefinitely.

Lucifer was also in the midst of an internal tug-of-war. This was not at all like his other "relationships."

Even though he'd put her facedown so he could stop snogging her and think, she still commanded every ounce of him.

He often felt responsible for his subs, but this went far beyond that.

He felt connected to her.

All those years ago, Eve was the one person willing to see past his cold exterior; now Hermione was offering him that same chance.

She saw the better side of him; and he wanted to show it to her.

This time, however, he knew the penalty for abandoning such kindness.

Hermione started to crack.

Her body had decided it was going to climax no matter what, and if he didn't get her there soon, she was going to flip him over and take him for another ride.

She didn't want to move though. He felt so good on top of her.

Hot and sweaty—but good. "P-Please, sir. I can't take it any more!"

Lucifer pulled his nose from her hair and put his lips to the back of her ear. "Call me Lucifer."

His tongue flickered over her ear, and Hermione grunted. "Yes! Lucifer, please! I'm so close."

Snapping his hips a little faster, he gave her what she needed. "Let me feel that pussy," he hissed. "Hold onto my cock like you're never going to let go."

Hermione tried to tighten herself around him. It produced an entirely new sensation, and her core began to engage. "Unh!"

"That's right," he crooned, nuzzling her neck. "Come for me"

She did.

Her muscles bore down around his dick, and she shouted with relief.

Every anxiety in her body flooded out around his length. Wave after wave. She floated back to shore and let out a deep sigh. 

Lucifer concentrated on pushing himself over the edge and followed her moments later, grunting softly into her damp skin as he unfurled inside her.

His body shuddered, expelling a good deal of the reticence he'd been harboring as his seed burst forth.

It was a cleansing climax. Heaving a great sigh, he rested against the radiating heat of her body. 

"Do you think you can sleep now?" he panted.

Hermione smiled. "Can you stay?"

"As long as you wake me up early enough to get back to the boy's dorm. My inner clock is on a holiday weekend...."

"Yeah, it's Saturday. Your rest day, I get up around 5:30."

"That's fine." Carefully pulling out of her, Lucifer slid to his left and stretched out on his side.

Hermione was sad that he pulled out, but grateful for the cooling breeze.

She turned her head to look at him, smirking when she saw his disheveled hair and drooping eyelids. "I need some water . . . and the loo."

Lucifer nodded and wandlessly cast a Tergio over his cock.

He wanted to leave her cream where it was, but he didn't want to make a mess of her sheets. "I'll be here."

Rolling limply to the side, Hermione rose from the bed and walked towards bathroom.

It took some serious pressure, but she finally got the wee free.

After she cleaned up (and did some investigating to see how weird her pussy felt), she went to the kitchen for a glass of water.

Crookshanks was lazing in the dark kitchen, watching for Hermes' return through the window. 

"Maaowr."

"Yes, we're done. Stop looking at me like that."

Hermione downed a small glass of water then got one for Lucifer.

'He must be thirsty; he's been working awfully hard...'

"Raooowr."

"I'm sorry," Hermione said, crouching down to scratch his head, "He's stealing your spot in bed for tonight."

Crookshanks yawned and dropped his head back to the floor.

"I'll make you both breakfast tomorrow morning," She promised, taking the glass.

"Maow."

"Night," she answered back.

Lucifer opened his eyes as she came back in the room,"Did I hear you talking to someone?"

"Crookshanks," she said, flicking her wand over to make lanterns die of outside the room, climbing in and handing him the water.

"Ah..." He sat up a little and took the glass from her. "Is this for me?"

"Yes, of course. Aren't you thirsty?"

He was.

Lucifer just wasn't used to people thinking of him. "Yes. Thank you."

She smiled and climbed under the sheets with him. "I told Crooks I'd make you both breakfast in the morning. What do you like to eat?"

He swallowed half the glass and set it on the night table. "You don't have to make me anything."

Hermione scooted closer to him, "Don't be like that. I want to better my cooking. Unless you want pancakes or something, we're limited to porridge and eggs, cereal and juice."

"Porridge and eggs are fine," Lucifer said, settling on his back and pushing the blanket down to his waist.

He was still somewhat hot but didn't want to get out from under the covers, "What about coffee? I don't usually check in the kitchen."

"There is. I gave the list of items to Madam Pomfrey, and stuff is loaded..."

That was a pleasant surprise, "Give it to me first if you want me to be human when you see me."

Hermione laughed and put her hand on his chest. "No problem."

Lucifer's skin tingled where she touched him. Putting his hand over hers, he stroked her fingers. "Come on," he said, waving her over. "I know you want to." 

Grinning, Hermione slid right up next to him and put her head on his chest.

His arm went around her just like before, and she heard him mutter, "Nox."

The room went dark.

Closing her eyes, she listened to the rhythm of his breathing, letting it lull her into a realm of sated dreams and deep sleep.

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Chapter 162

Dream

"Rude, guess I'll keep this present."

"Go ahead, don't need it as long as you're here...."

"Don't get mushy on me! Not till you've opened this at least" And, Lucifer handed over the wrapped package.

Hermione undid the ribbon tying it together and unwrapped it, out fell an over the shoulder bag, inscribed across the opening flap was a rather bandy-legged ginger cat.

"Oh my!" Hermione cried happily, looking at the inscription of Crookshanks.

"It's gorgeous!" she added, smiling at her boyfriend.

"Yours was struggling," he said, pointing at Hermione's bag which had a few holes beginning to form along the seams, "And that one's special."

"Special how?"

"Have a look."

Hermione put her hand in it then gasped as she just kept reaching.

Her arm went further and further into the bag until it went past her elbow and halfway up her forearm before finally stopping.

"Reinforcement and undetectable extension charms," Lucifer said, with a grin on his face, "Just like my pouch,  it should hold all of your books without any space problems and shouldn't break."

Hermione stood up out of her chair and threw it over her shoulder.

She stared at it for a few seconds before throwing herself at Lucifer, almost knocking him off the side of the chair.

He caught himself and rebalanced them both before hugging her back.

"Guessing that means you like it?"

"It's perfect! And it means that I don't need to worry about Harry and Ron getting suspicious, they keep asking why I'm carrying around all my books but with this they won't be able to see!"

"Yeah, Harry's been trying to pester me about it too,' Lucifer said with a sigh, "Questioning why we're both carrying more than we need. but I've manage-"

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Lucifer woke in the morning to the dim light of dawn just starting to glow from the window shade.

Looking around, he was confused about where his warm little partner had gotten off to.

Her side of the bed was empty, but she must have covered him back up, because the blanket was tucked around him on her side.

Not counting his need for coffee, he felt pretty damn good.

Climbing out of bed, he gathered his clothes and made his way to her loo.

After draining his bladder, Lucifer washed his face in the sink and did his best with his hair.

He put on his clothes and checked himself in the mirror. It was passable.

Will take shower in his dorm, or just go back to bed.

Lazy day.

He smelled the sweet ambrosia of percolating caffeine, and followed the aroma to her little kitchen.

She was busy at the stove, wearing her maroon bathrobe as she studied the eggs.

Her frayed orange cat meowed at him, and Lucifer nodded at him in greeting.

It was a really good idea to not bring his cat, as they are ready to claw at each other's faces in the Common Room.

Hermione turned, smiling softly when she saw him, "Morning. Have a seat. I've got your coffee right here."

She poured his coffee from a french press and brought him the mug (sporting a little Lucifer wearing his Quidditch robes, flying around on the Nimbus 2000)

He took it from her, inhaling the dark roast before reviving his brain. 

"There's sugar and cream on the table," she said with a smirk, Lucifer noticed the girl looked happier than usual.

'Hmm...Must have gotten her present.'

"This is excellent," Lucifer said after sipping it experimentally. "When did you learn to brew such an exemplary cup?"

Hermione went back to her skillet, her smile sagging, "Dad liked coffee. I used to help Mum in the kitchen to make it for him, when I was little."

He hadn't meant to remind her of her dead father.

That was no way to start the day,

"Eggs smell good too. How long have you been up?"

"Just about twenty minutes," she said quietly.

"Think I should tell the boys where I've been running off to?" Lucifer told her, trying to lighten the mood.

Hermione flashed him a grin over her shoulder. "I think they might hex your bits blue!"

"Well, I wasn't going to give them details."

Hermione shook her head.

He sounded groggy as hell, but he also seemed to be in a good mood. "You want your porridge first or eggs?"

"Eggs. Do you have any milk?"

She nodded, "Under Preservation charm."

"I'll get it."

Lucifer opened the cabinet she indicated, and raised one eyebrow, processing what he was seeing.

She had now everything in containers, labelled and stacked like some obsessive-compulsive chef.

It was the most anal-retentive thing he'd ever seen.

Lucifer pulled out the milk and set it on the table then went to other cupboards.

The canned goods were stacked in perfect rows—in alphabetical order, just like the one he pushed earlier.

The boxes were likewise arranged (probably with a slide-rule).

He checked another.

The dishes and glasses were all arranged by size (which wasn't strange) but also perfectly equidistant (which was).

"What are you looking for?" Hermione asked, sliding their eggs onto two plates.

He would never pressure her about following the rules again.

Being organized was one thing, but this was neurotic. "I'll be right back."

Lucifer went to her bathroom and found the drawers and cupboard all painstakingly straight and orderly just like the kitchen.

He'd never seen such perfectly folded towels.

Sneaking over to the bedroom, he started with the second drawer down.

The top drawer held her underwear, and he'd already seen its color-coded rows.

It hadn't struck him as strange at the time, but then again, he had been more distracted by the contents. 

Perfectly creased and stacked jeans and jumpers filled one drawer—also color-coded.

T-shirts and other shirts (both his and hers) molded to perfection.

The closet was arranged by both color and length. They didn't move over a lot of clothes, but Lucifer didn't need to see any more.

Hermione came into the room looking confused and a bit angry. "What are you doing? Are you going through my things?"

Lucifer ignored her saying of his clothes 'my things.'

He closed the closet and went to her, "We need to talk."

The anger melted, leaving just the confusion. "Talk? About what?"

He put his arm around her shoulders and led her back to the kitchen. "Sit down. We'll talk while we eat."

Hermione sat across from him at the tiny table and watched him stare. 

When he motioned for her to go ahead and eat, she picked up a triangle of toast and smeared some jam on it, keeping one eye on him the whole time.

"Hermione," Lucifer started, taking a sip of coffee before continuing. "It has just come to my attention that your need for order is overwhelming your life."

"What do you mean?" she asked as she nibbled her toast.

"The precision with which you have organized this room is disturbing." Lucifer held up his hand when she started to protest.

"I understand your need for control and order in a world that seems unpredictable and harsh, but this is unhealthy. Have you told your therapist about all this?"

Hermione looked down at her porridge. "No."

"Write her. Today. I'm not going to ask you to stop right away, but this is something we need to correct. Immediately. Do you understand?"

"You're going to spank me?"

She looked half-hopeful and half-concerned.

He hadn't been planning to spank her, but it was clear she needed it. "This morning. Before I leave. I want you to think about this today. I know you have a lot on your plate with so many classes, but . . . this is obsessive, Hermione Granger. The sooner you address this, the sooner you can get on with your life."

She picked at her food as he tucked into his breakfast.

She wanted the spanking, but letting go of her nice neat room sounded horrid. She's been putting a lot of effort into this.

Lucifer watched her pick at her food. "Please eat. Why do you look so nervous?"

"I don't know. Do you really think it's that bad?"

He nodded and reached across the table for her hand. "When we're both done eating," he said, looking pointedly at her plate, "I'll take you back to our room and warm your arse."

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