Ch 154 – Liquid from Heaven ~Erotic~
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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Lucifer kicked aside his clothes and started on hers, pulling off her shirt in a sensuous swoop
And revealing a pretty aqua blue-green bra layered with purple lace.
Drawing his finger along the top of one swell, he followed its slope to the glen between her breasts.
He intended to sleep in that valley later that night.
Growling loudly, Lucifer slid both hands down to her trousers and tore down the zip.
He wanted her starkers.
Now. With him. Against him. Fuck!
Why are her clothes so fiddly?
Kneeling before her, he peeled her jeans down her legs and grinned when he spotted her little knickers.
They matched her bra.
So, she was trying to impress him.
Lucifer hooked his thumbs into the strappy sides of her panties and looked up at her. “These knickers were obviously not present in the morning?”
Hermione nodded her head, coyly biting her lip as she carded her fingers through his hair. “Yeah. I changed before coming over.”
So, she had put them on just for him.
Lucifer’s grin lit up even more, now leaning forward, he pressed his nose to her lacy mound and took a deep breath.
'Oh, fuck me!' “They smell even better than they look,” he informed her through a mouthful of material.
Hermione laughed and rocked her hips into his face so his nose bumped her slit. “Why don’t you take them off and see if I smell better without them.”
What a brilliant suggestion.
She was the smartest witch of her age after all.
Wasting no time, Lucifer slid down her knickers and let them drop to her feet.
Her bush puffed out softly against his face.
Sinfully soft. Soft soft soft.
Delving into her sex, he inhaled a lungful of her musky scent and his tongue shot out, automatically seeking the source of that tantalizing aroma.
She tasted like flesh-flavored ice cream. Pussy a la mode.
“You do smell better without them,” Lucifer reported in a drunken slur. “You taste better too.”
When he dived in for more, Hermione squealed and grabbed his head. “Wait! I’m all tangled up; I’m gonna fall.”
Lucifer spun her around and propped her back against the wall, pausing only long enough to confirm her stability before kissing his way up her heaving belly.
Skimming his hands along the warmth of her naked back, he followed the dotted line of her spine until he felt the taut band of her bra.
Although he adored the presentation, he needed the warm assurance of skin on skin.
As soon as the last hook slid free, her final barrier fell away, revealing the bouncy breasts of his dreams, her perfect little nipples surrounded by areolae of pink caramelized quartz.
Unable to withstand the hypnotic draw, he kissed one turgid peak before sucking a tongue-full of ripe flesh into his mouth.
“Mm-hm” Hermione moaned and arched closer, her nails raking his scalp just hard enough to unleash a pulse-pounding surge of adrenaline.
He didn’t know if his cock’s sudden exuberance was due to the chemical cannonade or whether the sound of her moaning had evoked an abnormally high degree of tumescence.
Either way, that moan was for him, and he wanted to hear more.
So much more. Multiple mores.
Lucifer wrapped one arm around her waist to hold her up and slid his other hand between her thighs, lightly brushing her juicy lips.
Her hips bucked once, and she moaned his name in a needy whimper.
Curling his finger back and forth through her folds, he simultaneously switched to her other nipple, lapping its stiff tip before latching on.
“Fuck!” When she hissed like a snake and ground herself into his hand, he eased inside, where he found her walls slippery with sexual heat and exuding a copious amount of cream that seemed to plead for penetration.
Lucifer teased her for a few strokes then crooked his finger to find the bumpy patch of her g-spot.
Riiiiiight there.
Her keening took on a sharper edge, and she clutched his head in a desperate attempt to remain standing.
Lucifer added another finger and twisted his hand so that every thrust drove the pad of his thumb over her engorged clitoris.
With a gradual acceleration, he increased the pace in search of the magic rhythm that would drive her wild.
“Ahhhhh!”
There! She was right on the brink, her muscles twitching around him as if her pussy were having a mild seizure.
With a pop of release, Lucifer released her nipple and looked it up.
Eyes hooded with mindless arousal, she watched him, her lips parted for more air.
The world seemed to stop for a moment, the image branding his brain like a sizzling snapshot.
“Come for me,” he whispered.
Lucifer returned to her breast and tongued the budding tip, gently sucking her to a pinnacle of pleasure.
With a shout, her body bowed, and he felt the first stuttering contractions of her sheath around his fingers.
Her muscles suddenly clamped down and pulsed, a tiny trickle of fluid springing from her folds.
Her body jerked toward him, and she cried his name loud enough for the whole Gryffindor Tower to hear.
'That’s right. Tell the world.'
Her body gradually went still, and Lucifer gently drew his fingers from her dripping core to lick away the stream of juice running down his hand.
'Was this liquid heaven springing from her depths?'
Lucifer lapped up every last drop, anxious that he might miss even a single smear.
“Fucking hell,” he muttered. “I really don’t know which part of you tastes best.”
Hermione gave him a sated grin and stroked his head as if he was being cute, but Lucifer couldn’t have been more serious.
He loved her tits like nothing else, but that pussy was divine.
When his hand had been licked clean, his eyes darted to her sex, the saturated curls along her slit glistening.
Burrowing between her legs, Lucifer sucked up her salty nectar, gorging himself on her want.
Pussy this delicious should be eaten every single day. Every single meal.
“Bloody hell, Lucifer,” Hermione moaned, gripping his head as his tongue shot up her twat. “That was fucking fabulous!”
He looked up at her, getting in one last good lick before speaking. “I think you made that abundantly clear to everyone in a ten block radius.”
Snorting, she shook her head. “The room’s soundproofed. I made sure of it last year!”
“Nooooo,” Lucifer moaned dramatically. “I wanted witnesses.”
“I’ll testify in your defense,” Hermione assured him with a laugh. “Oh balls! The tub’s too full.”
She tried to step out of her pooled trousers but was trapped in a quagmire of denim.
Lucifer helped her out of her jeans and pushed all their clothes into a big pile while she dealt with the runaway water.
“It’s okay,” she said, waving him over. “I’ll just let out a little. You get in first.”
Lucifer’s stomach dropped in a sweeping barrel roll, as he stepped into the tub.
Hermione climbed in and sat down across from him. Even though he’d seen her most notable landmarks many times, his eyes drank her in as if he’d never seen her before.
Making a mental note to lick as much of her as he could that night, Lucifer ran his finger down her calf and marked the route his mouth might take during its explorations.
As if countering his first move, her hand slowly snaked up his thigh, and Lucifer inhaled sharply when she cupped his balls underwater.
“Why don’t I examine the goods first?” she said, leering at him from beneath her lashes.
“I assure you they’re of the finest quality,” Lucifer replied with a smug grin.
“I’ll be the judge of that.” Her brow lifted with mock haughtiness, but she smiled slyly.
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