Hermione could only manage a rough whisper while looking everywhere but Samael's face. "I like it when . . . he's . . . in my bum."
Her hands flew to cover her face.
The admission was rewarded with a finger up her backside.
With both her holes filled, she was suddenly right back on the edge.
"Merlin's bloody balls, Granger. I've got to come."
Hermione uncovered her face.
It made her feel better to hear the urgency in his voice.
Holding out her hand, she smiled. "Please, let me."
Samael let her grab his dick and immediately started thrusting into her fist.
She didn't really have the reach to do anything more, but he gladly took the initiative.
Her hand felt hot and soft around him, so different from his own.
Lucifer started hitting her g-spot again, teasing her clit with his thumb at the same time.
Hermione rode his hand while Samael fucked her fist.
His skin burned her palm. He was painfully hard, and the tip leaked steadily, signaling he was ready to blow.
When her pussy started twitching, she looked into Lucifer's dark eyes.
He held her gaze and pumped his hand harder, pushing her over.
"God, Lucifer. Yes!" She sank into a sea of bliss.
Her pussy released its overflow while his finger wiggled into her arse as far as he could go. "Fuck!"
Samael grunted softly, and wet ropes of come shot over her forearm; she turned to watch it glaze her skin.
When he stopped moving, Hermione released his prick and held out her arm for Lucifer to clean.
His palm hovered over her skin and spunk disappeared.
Samael put away his cock and collapsed into the chair.
It had been one hell of a night.
Lucifer pulled away his hand and rose. "Lick her," he said to the other.
Samael's eyebrows shot up in shock. "Are you serious?"
"Don't you think she deserves it?"
"Hell yes. I just didn't think you wanted me touching her like that."
Lucifer had his reasons. "I'm giving you permission this one time."
Samael slid into Lucifer's chair and looked at the shining, pink pussy staring him in the face.
"Are you okay with this, Hermione?"
Swallowing hard, she looked at Lucifer, who gave her a single nod in answer. "Yes."
Samael's thumbs parted her swollen lips, and he leaned his face to her folds.
His tongue was soft as he licked up the center of her body, cleaning her pussy and clit in one swipe.
It felt nice. Hermione looked at Lucifer, who was watching them from a distance, leaning against cold wall.
"Your bum's on fire, Granger," Samael said from between her legs.
She smiled. 'I know.'
His tongue lapped at her swollen sex slowly and carefully. It was relaxing, but he didn't tease her the way Lucifer did.
"Dammit, Granger. You taste like salt-sex candy," he muttered into her skin.
She laughed. "Thanks. I think."
He pulled away and looked at Lucifer. "Should I stop?"
"No. Try to get her off again."
Hermione couldn't believe Lucifer was letting his other version touch her.
Wasn't he jealous? She gave him a worried, searching look.
'Don't you want me anymore?'
Lucifer saw her knitted brow and said, "Just this once, pet. Are you all right with that?"
Of course she was all right with coming again!
And it wasn't as if Samael with Lucifer's face plus everything didn't excite her to some degree.
"If it's what you want," she said softly.
"Go ahead, Samael."
For the next five minutes, Samael licked and fingered her sex. It was pleasant but didn't really get her any closer.
Hermione sighed and looked back at Lucifer.
He smirked at her—clearly pleased—and she couldn't imagine why.
"Okay," Lucifer finally said, stopping the feast mid-lick. "You may go now."
Samael kissed her clit and pulled away, a bit reluctant.
"It's been fun, Granger." He winked at her. "See you later."
Samael turned and disappeared in thin air as if he did this sort of thing all the time.
Hermione almost laughed out loud.
After that, Lucifer strolled over to her.
"Did you enjoy his tongue, Hermione?"
She shrugged. "It was . . . pleasant."
Lucifer snickered. "Pleasant? Are you ready to come?"
"Not really."
"Whom do you prefer having between your thighs?"
She gave him a funny look. "You, Lucifer, don't really think I prefer a fake version of you, right?"
"Samael is a mere boy. I'm not threatened by him. He knows nothing."
"Then what was all this about?"
"I wanted to push your boundaries while also proving a point."
"Which was?"
His crotch pressed into her pussy, a bulge of wool that did more for her than all of Samael's oral attempts.
"That I am the only wizard who can make you feel like this."
She smiled. "You didn't need to prove anything."
"I did. One day you will consider going elsewhere for your pleasure, and that is your right, but you will never feel the way you do when you're with me."
His eyes pinned her to the desk, his hard-on scoring her core.
"Lucifer, I don't want anyone else." Hermione held out her hand to him.
"Please take me to bed. I missed you so much."
His heart skipped at her admission.
Bending over her, he pressed his chest to hers. "What do you like most about me?" he asked with a leer, grinding his length into her.
Smiling, Hermione stroked his face, even sucking his cock in the morning doesn't feel like sex anymore.
It felt so normal.
"Everything. Your voice. Your cock. Your sarcastic remarks. Your smell. The sounds you make when you come." Hermione pulled his face to hers and kissed the side of his mouth.
"The way your nostrils flare when you're turned on." She kissed his nose.
"Your arms around me when I sleep. Your fingers. The way you spank me. Your taste."
He bent his face to her neck.
"Fuck," she whispered when his teeth met her pulse. "The feel of your breath. The way you kiss me. That bloody talented tongue of yours."
Chuckling into her warm skin, Lucifer found her ear with his lips. "Why didn't you come to me and ask to be spanked this week?"
"I couldn't stand having you touch or look at me while not being able to come."
"I see.....No wonder, you left without showing your face in the past mornings." Lucifer had been hurt that she had chosen random times to cover over in his bed, not even letting him see her beautiful mouth stretched.
Even though getting blown in sleep is a turn on, but Lucifer really missed looking at her.
Now that she was there, telling him how much she liked him, he wondered how he could have been so foolish.
He'd been denying any "need" for her since she'd mentioned the possibility, but he'd missed her too.
More than he cared to admit. Maybe it wasn't just her pussy he'd become addicted to.
Hermione pushed his hair out of the way and kissed the side of his face. "You smell so good, Lucifer. Like sex and books."
He burst out a short laugh. "That's a new one, pet. Let's go to room. You can smell me some more there if you like."
Standing, he held out his hand and helped her sit, then, stooping lower, Lucifer cupped her arse and picked her up.
Her arms and legs wrapped around him, and she smiled into his neck as he carried her to bedroom.
When he got through the door, Lucifer kicked it shut and whispered, "Bed? Bath?"
If he was giving her a choice, she had other ideas. "Loveseat."
Lucifer smirked and sat them both on the brocaded settee so she was straddling him.
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