Harry Potter: Sex Oriented Hogwarts

Night

"Strip," Lucifer commanded and she'd immediately obeyed, removing the few garments she was wearing.

A dark-brown push-up bra that made the best of her impressive breasts (and looked really good) and a black thong that was so small its only task was to ensure...

Hermione wasn't leaking when she crawled inside Burrow after moving back from the garden during her night walk --

She couldn't help the mere fact that Lucifer had her wear lingerie and took her on a nighty stroll like a house pet with a collar around her neck and nothing else made her so damn wet!

"The shoes too," he told her when she had pulled the panties down and stepped out of them.

As a good slave she obeyed that too.

Naked, sexy, inviting, eager and only wearing her collar, the sign of his ownership Hermione now stood in front of him, trying her best to look alluring and tempting without moving...

Not a hard task when one looks as sexy as her!

At least Lucifer couldn't resist letting his hands wander around on her tight body, from her firm arse up to her soft breasts and down to her wet pussy.

When he squeezed her arsecheeks a feeling of discomfort arose from her still slightly sore tattoo -- which only served to turn her on further, as being reminded of how he had permanently marked her.

Lucifer was wearing tight jeans that looked awfully good on him and as he felt up his slave girl.

Hermione clearly noticed a series of jerks in his crotch-region, telling her that he liked having her in this state of undress as much as she enjoyed being naked in front of him.

Okay, most people wouldn't have seen anything, jeans are rather good at hiding such involuntary compliments but Hermione was looking (hoping) for just that reaction.

"You want some relief... Master?" she asked with an enticing smile and let her soft hand run delicately across the front of his jeans, clearly feeling the tell-tale hardness.

"Mhm..." he sighed, and Hermione was already on her way down on her knees, to do what she did best -- servicing her owner -- but he stopped her.

"No, I'm too tired from your mouth...." Lucifer accused his girlfriend, half serious, half joking.

"I'm sorry, Master," she meekly answered, sliding down on her knees from where a slave's apology should be given, "I only wanted to feel you in my mouth again..."

"Yeah, I guess you just can't help yourself, can you?" Lucifer smiled down at her.

Her complete surrender and humble apology seemed heartfelt enough for him to forgive her morning little trick.

"Now, get on the bed," he ordered, and watched her enchanting body as she hurried to comply.

Hermione lay down on her stomach on the left side of the bed.

Lucifer took the cuffs out from his pouch and cuffed her hands to the barred headboard.

Once they were secure and he was certain she couldn't get out he moved on to her feet.

During the last few days at Lux, he'd bought a new spreader-bar in the porn-shop (even considered having Hermione buy it ).

Which was basically a seventy-five centimetres long, rigid bar with cuffs at each end.

Basically, it stopped her from closing her legs and thus taking away that last fragment of decency and protection.

Now Hermione couldn't help but show off her soppingly wet pussy for the world.

Of course the effect would have been greater for audience if she'd been on her back displaying her pink bits, but that wasn't really the point.

The point was that she knew she couldn't close her legs, even if wanted to -- which Hermione of course never would, if Lucifer told her not to!

But the humiliating thrill the wanton girl now got from being exposed like this was enormous.

"You know," Lucifer said as he sat down on the bed, so close he almost touched her.

"I know you're being punished but I'll be generous with you."

God, she loved the superior way he talked about her, like his will was law.

"Thank you, Sir. How?" Hermione asked, showing proper respect.

And suddenly there were a couple of fingers in her pussy, slipping inside her well-oiled hole without meeting any resistance.

"I'll let you cum as much as you can," Lucifer said, making himself heard over the instant moans coming from Hermione, "as often and as hard as you can, and you won't have to ask for permission."

"Ahh! Thank you, thank you!" she moaned, the casual way he 'allowed' her to experience orgasms (and his busy little fingers, gliding in and out of her!) already sending her along the road to explosion.

She had been aroused for most of the day, but he hadn't used her, not once -- much to her frustration!

"The only downside, of course," Lucifer continued and thrust his fingers deep inside her, making her cry out in arousal.

"Is that you are cuffed, and I'm not going to touch your greedy little cunt anymore tonight," and with that frustrating message Lucifer pulled his hand off her pussy, leaving it empty and desperate for more.

"Oh no, no, no!" Hermione whined, trying to will him back to her hungry pussy, "please, please, Sir, finish me!"

The once proud girl didn't think twice about begging her boyfriend to touch her -- just a little more!

"Please, I'm so close!" she exclaimed but knew it was in vain.

Once Lucifer made up his mind -- and this was clearly an evil little plan of his -- he wasn't going to change it just because she wanted to cum.

"Well, if you're lucky, being whipped will be enough to satisfy you," Lucifer shrugged as if it really didn't matter to him.

With that he fumbled a little inside his pouch once again, taking out now to just whip his girlfriend's needy cunt.

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