NOVEL NEXT Ch 153 – Lick my Wounds ~Heavy R-18~
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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This was real heaven.
Lucifer didn’t need angel wings or fluffy clouds.
Just Hermione.
Soft, soft Hermione.
How was she so soft? Why couldn’t he think of any word besides soft?
Had she obliterated his vocabulary with her kissing for the past hour or around that?
Would he now be an ineloquent moron who just went around constantly muttering “soft” under his breath?
'I suppose I could live with that.'
The only part of him not thinking soft was his cock. There the word of the day was “hard.”
Too hard. Painfully hard.
Hopefully the placket marks in his shaft won’t be there for days.
Lucifer tried to ignore his zip-gouged erection so he could focus on the feel of her skin as he slipped his hands up the back of her shirt.
'Soooooft. No, no! Pay attention. Must get her clothes off. Naked is nicer!'
They’d been on her couch for at least an hour, her grinding in his lap as if she were playing patty cake with his crotch.
'Good Grief, girl knew how to move.'
Lucifer felt assured, she wasn't allowed to sit on his lap during the classes, or it will be real agony for him.
'Wait, is that even a rule? Or Social etiquette?'
He wasn't too sure anymore.
“Mmmm!”
Hermione pulled back with a grin. “What was that?”
“Stop! My zip is skinning me alive.”
She laughed but, thankfully, ceased her grinding. “Should I take it out and check you for injuries?”
Lucifer smirked.
Sex-obsessed Hermione was a lot more fun than a white flower Hermione.
“Are you going to lick my wounds?”
Hermione started to unbutton his shirt. “I might. But I thought you wanted to take a bath with me.”
'Of course, I do!'
Her naked body dripping with water, sparkling drops beading along all those lush hills and valleys.
Now, she meant what she indicated through her eyes; if she’d been teasing him, Lucifer might not have survived the disappointment. “I got extra dirty just for you.”
She snickered and kissed the tip of his nose. “I like a challenge.”
“The first challenge is going to be peeling my dick out of this sticky mess I’ve gotten myself into,” Lucifer griped, nodding at his crotch for emphasis.
“Mmmm,” she murmured with the most wicked smile. “A very dirty boy indeed. Come on, let’s go. I’m getting pretty sticky myself.”
Taking him by the hand, she pulled him from the sofa and made way towards the bath-
Lucifer tore his eyes from her bum to glance around the cramped bathroom, suddenly noticing just how narrow the space really was.
He was too busy taking care of her, that forgot to pay much notice.
'I might have to speed up the process of repeating enchantments here...'
“You sure that tub’s big enough for the both of us?”
Hermione bent over to stopper the plughole, and Lucifer grinned at the inviting curve of her round rump.
She has now gotten more flesh over the 2-month vacation, her shirt had ridden up at the back, exposing a tantalizing strip of skin.
And, he traced the median with the tip of his finger.
Hermione purred at the tickle and started the water so the tub began to fill.
“I honestly don’t know,” she said, turning to look at him. “This room was meant for a single occupant... If it’s not, one of us will have to stand while the other one washes just like yesterday.”
Flashbacks of last night came back, as he visioned about soaping her thighs.
“Sounds good to me.” Grabbing her by the hips, he pulled her against his body and massaged her belly with his bulge.
“I’ve been dying to get you out of those damn jeans since I got here.”
With a tender kiss to his chest, Hermione danced her fingers over his heart. “Have you? I never would have guessed. But maybe I should take off your clothes first—so you don’t hurt yourself.” she wiggled her eyebrows.
'Yes, please.'
“Practical as ever.”
“I don’t want any of my favorite parts to get damaged,” Hermione explained with a scientific nod.
“Tell me what you like about me most.”
Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. “I love everything about you, but I think you don’t need to hear all that from me.”
“Yes, I do.” Hindered by the diversion of blood, his brain allowed his mouth to speak without forethought, “Your opinion is the only one I care about.”
Her expression shifted, her eyes intently searching his. “Are you serious?”
Lucifer mentally groaned at his inability to keep his trap shut in the heat of the moment.
He had two choices: play it off like a joke or just be honest.
Lucifer knew what he should do, but the prospect of an emotional confession made him want to hurl.
His mouth, still not on board with his brain, took the decision out of his hands by blurting out an emphatic, “Yes.” 'Damm it!
'She reached up and touched his face, her thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone like a whisper, and her eyes locked with his as if she’d never seen him before.
The swirling seasickness in his gut drowned in the roar of his melting heart.
Rubbing into her hand like a cat, he pleaded for more.
Nobody touched him like Hermione, her hands pure magic.
“I knew you were sweet but I will really get diabetes,” she murmured.
Fuck. Why was his stomach so warm? And jumpy. “Only for you.”
“Me?” Hermione felt pretty good hearing that.“Why me?”
Was she being purposefully dense just to torture him?
“Why do you think, Hermione? Why do you think I eat with you every day? Why do you think I spend all my time at school with you?”
“You are the only person who didn’t . . . who never stared at me as if I am a monster.”
Not yet anyway.
Lucifer’d never mentioned it before, because he’d actually been ashamed of himself; everyone’s repulsion over ages had only confirmed his own self-loathing, and even though it killed him inside, he felt he deserved their hatred.
But contrary as ever, Hermione had looked him right in the eye and had graciously told him about not being dangerous.
Hermione wrapped her arms around his waist and pressed her face to his chest.
“You are not a monster!” she practically shouted in the bathroom, even felt nothing but utterly horrified, that Lucifer called him----
“See?” he said, kissing the top of her head, relieved that someone else saw the real him. “That’s why I like you. You understand me.”
The corners of her mouth curled in delight. “Good. Now, you’d better kiss me one more time!”
Hoping to prove his devotion with the oldest language known to mankind, Lucifer bent down and crushed his lips to hers in a heartfelt surge of snogging.
Kissing seemed so much less awkward than speaking.
Words could easily lead to misunderstanding, but a physical demonstration of desire couldn’t be confused.
She pulled back, out of breath and grinning brightly. “I think we’d better get you out of those trousers and into the tub.”
“Yeah,” Lucifer muttered. “I’m about to snap in half.”
Palming his crotch with one hand, she gave him a squeeze that made his balls throb.
“I can see that,” she replied cheekily.
As soon as her fingers flicked open his flies, Lucifer’s heart put on a burst of speed, racing around his chest faster than his Nimbus 2000.
He quickly shucked his shirt as she unfastened his trousers.
Lucifer remained constrained by his boxer briefs, but she didn’t leave him to suffer.
She deftly drew his underwear over the precipice of his prick, stripping his lower half bare, and his cock descended, hard and heavy, eyeing her like a hungry wolf.
He heaved out a sigh of relief. Finally.
“Better?” she asked with mock innocence.
“Immensely. Now you.”
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