studiobondurri Ch 553 – Don’t need that Shirt?~
Ch 553 – Don’t need that Shirt?~
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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Private Quarters
“That note you got... It was given to you by Greengrass, right?”
“Lucifer, was it a confession?" she looked at him, and he was looking at her.
His eyes focused on something past her as he thought for a moment.
He focused back on her, "Maybe," he said bitterly, don't know how to explain.
“Is that why you destroyed the letter, so I couldn't know? I was downright furious when I found out!”
“Come on, don't give me that expression. Look, I have something nice for you....”
When she stepped into the other room, her eyes went wide.
A small bed sat in one corner and a dark wooden bookcase filled with books stood right next to it.
She barely registered them though, far more taken by the simple but sturdy black leather bench in the middle of the room and the collection of spanking implements on one shelf of the bookcase.
It made her bum sore just looking at them.
There was a small bureau on the wall to the right, and her brain went into overdrive imagining what might be in it.
He smirked, seeing the nervous look on her face. “Are you ready to try it out?”
“Right now?” she squeaked.
“No time like the present.”
“I’m scared.”
“Of what?”
“What you’re going to do to me.”
“I just want to test the height.”
“Really?” she asked, eyeing him suspiciously.
“Really,” he assured her. “I want to heal your backside before we do anything.”
“You do?”
“Yes. Take off your trousers and knickers. I’ll get the salve.”
He went to the bureau, and retrieved a jar of blue paste.
Hermione's eyes kept creeping back to the leather table in the middle of the room.
Lucifer set the jar on the bed and beckoned her over as he sat on one corner. “Is something wrong?”
“No. I’m just . . . scared.”
“It’s only leather and wood. It’s not going to bite." He pulled her hips closer and slowly unfastened her jeans. “I just want you to kneel on it. I won’t strap you on. I need to make sure the knee rests are the correct height.”
He eased her jeans over her hips, leaving her feeling very vulnerable despite her remaining clothes. “That’s all?”
“Yes. For now.”
“Okay.”
He smiled softly and pulled her knickers down to her jeans.
Hermione shivered as he pushed them to the floor.
Steadying herself with one hand on his shoulder, she toed off her shoes and stepped out of her clothes.
“Good girl,” he nodded, turning her around and walking with her to one end of the bench. “I’ll help you.”
Hermione took a deep breath.
It was a simple A-frame like the sawhorse in her uncle’s garage, except it was much more sturdy-looking and made of cherry and black leather.
Partway down each slanting side was a long ledge to kneel on as she straddled the middle.
Once she was kneeling, she’d be able to bend over and rest her arms on each ledge too.
She put one knee up on the right ledge, and Lucifer held her hips as she climbed up and straddled the padded beam in the middle.
It was actually pretty comfortable (if you enjoyed having your furniture feel you up . . . which she did).
The leather was smooth and supple, the padding thick and soft.
Lucifer wrapped one arm around her waist.
“I’m going to adjust it to fit you, all right? I won’t let you fall.”
She nodded, and he tapped the leather with his wand.
The knee rests sank down lower, and the middle section brushed her pussy.
“That’s good.” His lips touched her shoulder, and he ran a finger up the side of her leg. “I’d like to see you naked, pet. You don’t need that shirt, do you?”
Hermione shook her head. 'Might as well. I already feel naked.'
She pulled her shirt over her head, and Lucifer took it from her then unhooked her bra.
Hermione shivered as it fell down her arms.
“Lean over for me, pet. Let me see your arse.”
Her hands shook as she eased down onto the cool leather.
Her chest pressed to the raised center, which pushed her breasts to either side as she rested her forearms along the sides.
She felt extremely exposed and was glad Crookshanks wasn't here right now.
Her clit pressed along the center beam, and she knew he’d planned that on purpose.
That was why he’d adjusted the sides.
“Bloody hell, love,” Lucifer muttered. “You look gorgeous.”
Hermione hid her smile in her hair.
His fingers smoothed over her back then ran down her side to her breast.
He lightly pinched her nipple, and she squirmed against the leather crosspiece.
Lucifer crouched down where she could see his face. “You’re bloody beautiful. How do you feel?”
No longer fearing the unknown, some of the nervousness dissipated, leaving her with a shaky sense of excitement. “Um . . . I’m okay.”
“Really?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll get the salve."
Hermione turned to watch him gather the jar from the bed.
She was still shaking as he massaged the blue paste into her bum.
The marks from the brush would be gone soon.
He’d have a blank slate to decorate in less than ten minutes.
When the salve had been thoroughly rubbed in, he tickled the back of her thigh and murmured, “Push out your plug for me.”
Hermione bore down, and Lucifer helped the metal pop past her sphincter.
He watched as her hole stuttered to a close. “Lovely.”
Hermione smiled and rested her cheek on the leather.
She heard the sound of a drawer opening and closing then Lucifer stood behind her again, stroking her hip.
“If you'd like, I could get you nice and clean while you’re up there.” His greased fingers plied her puckered hole.
'Because you want to bugger me, don’t you?' She smiled. “Yes, sir.”
“We can go to the bathroom if it makes you more comfortable.”
“This isn’t uncomfortable.”
He grinned and gently pushed two lubed fingers into her backside.
“As long as you’re so comfortable, we'd better do it twice. I’ll tell you what I found out while you’re holding the first one.”
Hermione’s eyes widened. “Okay.”
“Wait there, pet. I’ll be right back.”
She heard him walk out of the room then the sound of running water and the ticking of expanding pipes.
Things were progressing more quickly than she’d expected (but she didn’t want it to stop).
A cool breeze drifted over her pussy, making it clear just how wet she was.
Grinding her hips around a little, she sighed as her clit throbbed against the leather. 'Maybe this table’s not as scary as I thought.'
He came back to the room, and Hermione’s heart started to pound when she saw the red bag bulging with water in his hand.
She wasn’t a fool, she knew it was how most people took enemas, and she was apprehensive about having that much water in her bowels.
He grinned at her shocked expression. “Another present for you, pet. I got you several nozzles, but we can start with the smallest one first.”
“I can’t hold that much water,” she blurted out.
He stood behind her, stroking the curve of her bum. “I’ll go nice and slow,” he said calmly. “We’ll see how you do.”
Lucifer tapped the bag with his wand, and it hovered to one side as he pressed the long slim nozzle to her puckered entrance. “Just relax, pet. I want you to enjoy this.”
Hermione swallowed hard as the narrow nozzle slipped into her bum.
It wasn’t any wider than stem on the big bulb that he used; she wiggled as he began to pump it in and out.
“That’s my good girl. It’s in all the way. I’m going to open the valve. Tell me if you get a cramp, and we’ll stop.”
Hermione nodded, too nervous to say anything.
A click echoed through the room, and warmth seeped through her lower body.
He kept petting her bum with one hand, and then she felt his fingers spreading her pussy.
“It appears you’re enjoying both your presents today.”
“Yes. T-Thank you, sir,” she said in a shaky voice.
Gliding his finger through her folds, he spread the slick juice around her pussy. “I need to clean you out first, have you let it out, and then fill you back up for your buggering. We can do it in the shower in case of any leakage. Does that sound good, love?”
She shuddered as the water pushed higher. “I won’t explode?”
Lucifer chuckled. “If it gets to be too much, tell me, and I’ll stop and let you make some more room.”
“What, right there in the shower?”
“It’ll just be water, pet. The first one will completely clean you out. I’ve added some things to make sure of it.”
“What?”
“Nothing that you’ll notice. Soap is so irritating; it’ll just feel like water. I wanted you to stay relaxed.”
“Oh . . . okay.”
“I want you to hold this in for fifteen minutes when we’re done. You’ll be very full. If you need your plug, we can put it in again.”
She winced. “It hurts.”
He clicked off the water. “Take a deep breath.” His hand went to her lower belly and rubbed, pushing the water higher to give her more room.
Her body went slack as the cramp died.
“Better?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll make the water go slower. It’ll take longer, but you won’t be as likely to cramp.”
“Okay.”
The water started to flow again, and Hermione shivered.
“Are you cold, love?”
“No, sir, I’m burning up.”
He choked down a laugh. “Just try to relax.”
Lucifer’s hand went back to her pussy, and he slowly teased her folds as she filled with water.
She wiggled against his fingers, sighing and making excited little noises as her pussy started to leak like sap from a tree.
His other hand held the nozzle in place.
If she’d been still, he wouldn’t have bothered, but with the way she was writhing about, he didn’t want to take any chances.
After a while Hermione started to feel too full. The water was going to burst out of her ears.
“I can’t take any more!” she groaned, rubbing her swollen belly with one hand.
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