Harry Potter: Sex Oriented Hogwarts

Lucifer awoke after a couple of hours, his back freezing.

The front of his body, however, felt as though he'd been spooning a furnace.

She was curled in a ball with her bum pressed against him. Flexing his fingers, he squeezed the malleable flesh of her breast.

She was so bloody soft; he could spend hours just petting and groping her. 

'She'd probably enjoy that if I tied her up first.'

Her breathing was deep and slow. She was still asleep.

Lucifer stayed still. He'd leave her be for a bit longer.

The corner of his mouth curled up. As long as she was with him, the bounds of her bravery would be tested.

His mind wandered as he let her sleep, thinking about her list of fantasies; he imagined ways he could incorporate her ideas into his plans.

Dozens of sexual scenarios flickered past his mind's eye. His prick made its opinions known, growing and bumping against her bum.

Lucifer let go of her breast and slid his hand down to her warm muff.

One finger traced the line of her sex, running through the remains of their play, her pubic hair stiff with dried come.

He remembered how she had rubbed his semen into her arse earlier, and his lip twitched with amusement.

A shower was definitely in order.

When he tickled her clit, her breathing skipped, not waking but not unaware of his actions.

Lucifer kept it slow and soft, barely moving. Her breathing became more bothered, and he wondered if she was dreaming about him. 

She was. 

Hermione was sitting in class and Lucifer was standing over her.

He told her that the prize for being first in class was "six of the best."

Hauling her to the front of the room, he bent her over the desk and flipped up her skirt.

Everybody could see her knickers.

It was awful. Her entire body prickled as her heart pounded painfully in her chest.

Lucifer now lifting one bored eyebrow, he said, "You like this, don't you, Granger?"

Hermione couldn't speak.

Lucifer pulled down her knickers, and she felt the cane being lined up against her bum. "Tell everyone how wet you are," he purred.

The sting burned through her, and she looked up her shoulders to see Lucifer smirking at her.

The cane sliced into her arse again, and she whimpered for more.

Why wasn't anyone stopping him?

After the last hit, Lucifer spun her round and sat her on top of the desk. He pulled off her knickers and shoved her legs apart.

Kneeling down, he spread her open with two fingers and buried his face between her thighs.

Harry shrugged to Ron and said, "She asked for it." Ron nodded.

Lucifer's tongue was soft and wet against her pussy, and she was struggling to not lose her mind in front of everyone.

Looking down at Lucifer's half-hidden face burrowing into her sex, she moaned.

She was going to come.

His flinty black eyes stared back at her, and he pulled his lips away.

"This isn't part of your Good Girl duties," he rumbled.

She didn't understand. The room was empty.

They were alone.

Lucifer yanked her up and kissed her. Hard. His clothes felt scratchy against her skin.

She was naked.

"What is it you desire, Hermione?" he asked calmly.

Her lips tingled from the kiss.

"You," she whispered.

He took off his shirt and stood motionless before her.

"Don't look at me," he warned. She couldn't look away.

"Don't look at me," he repeated.

Her hand touched his chest, stroking over his heart; it thudded under her fingers, making her hand burn and tingle.

"It's too late. I see you," she whispered.

He kissed her again, his hand dancing over her pussy. 

Hermione's eyes opened to the semi-darkness of his room.

A finger was between her nether lips, teasing her clit, and she could feel the liquid heat pooling in her core.

"Are you awake, pet?" he whispered.

She nodded, blinking her eyes a few times to make sure. "Yes."

"Would you like to take a shower now?"

Curling into his warmth, she nodded again. "That sounds nice, sir."

The heat along her back melted away, leaving her chilled.

Rolling into the spot he had vacated, she watched his bum as he got out of bed. 

Lucifer held out his hand. "Come on. I'll get you warm in the shower."

Smiling, Hermione climbed out after him and clutched his elbow as he led her to the bathroom.

The tiles were cold and painful under her feet.

She hopped from one foot to the other in an attempt to stay warm.

Immune to the icy floor, he took her to the glass wall that separated the shower from rest of the room.

He waited until the water was warm then pulled her under with him.

Hot water streamed over her body, and feeling burned back into her toes.

Turning her so it warmed her back, he pulled her tightly to the front of his body.

When he tipped back her head and kissed her, a snapshot of her dream flashed through her head.

Steam filled the tiny glass and tile cubicle. Her hair got even frizzier than usual as the damp heat swirled around them.

Lucifer lathered his hands and, pulling her out of the rain, smoothed the foam up her torso.

Her breasts became slippery and impossible to grip as he cleaned them, the hard peaks of her nipples carving at his palm with each delicate buffing.

She was putty in his hands. 

His eyes kept finding hers from behind the curtain of black hair shielding his face; hands and eyes filled her entire field of vision.

She would dream of them later.

Lucifer soaped her fleece then nudged her legs apart and slid the side of his hand between her furred lips.

Slithering his fingers through her folds, he soaked away the remains of their night.

He liked the way her hips bucked and hopped against his hand. Bathing seemed to relax and excite her all at once.

"Please, sir, may I wash you?" Gods, she wanted to run her hands all over him.

"Not yet, pet," he murmured, turning her to face the spray.

Soapy hands smoothed over her backside and down her crack, making her shiver.

Twisting and pressing, he moved the plug inside her.

Her eyes closed as she reached for the wall. The tile was slippery yet steady under her hand.

He rotated her in the spray, dislodging the suds with his hands and body. 

With her back to his chest, Hermione leaned into him, tipping her head onto his shoulder.

The heat of his hard-on jerked against her lower back, and she arched into it. 

'I know that's for me. Let me have it.'

Shoving her hair to one side, Lucifer put his lips to her ear. "Now's your chance to demonstrate those new skills of yours. Get me as clean as you like; it's your tongue."

Her eyes snapped open. 'You shouldn't really lick someone's arse, should you?'

That didn't sound sanitary.

'Neither does anal sex, but you're willing to do that...'

Turning into him, she rested her forehead on his chest, thinking and stalling.

"I'm scared," she whispered.

He could barely hear her small voice over the roar of the shower.

Snaking his hand up under her hair, he rubbed her neck. "You'll be fine. Just get me clean first."

A heavy sigh blew over his nipple as she gathered her courage.

Lathering the soap to billowing bubbles, she stared at his half-hard dick. 

'You know you want to clean that, Hermione. How many times have you imagined doing this to him in the shower?'

Soaping his hips and coarse black pubic hair, she let her hand gently brush over his bouncing erection, smiling when it jumped at her.

Circling his shaft, Hermione pumped him several times with lather before moving down and cupping his sac.

She worked the suds into his balls then traded places with him so she could rinse him in the spray.

Standing for a couple seconds with her breasts pressed against his back, Hermione slid her arms around him, pretending to rinse but really just hugging him for courage.

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