"That was nothing, pet. Are you sure you don't want me in your strawberry snatch? There's really not much difference between this and the first time you bled with me."
Her hands covered her face as she groaned. "There is a difference. Do you seriously want my pussy like this?"
Pushing her toward the sink, he smirked at her in the mirror. "Which would you prefer?"
Hermione sighed. "I want you to bugger me, Lucifer. All the time," she added with a smile.
His lips twitched. "I'll see what I can do. Bend over."
Leaning against the cold counter, Hermione felt him use his wand to clean the blood from her muff and thighs.
"Go bend over the edge of the tub," he ordered.
The icy floor bit her bare feet, but the bathmat was an island of fluffy warmth when she got to the tub.
"Legs apart. Stick out your bum for me."
Staring into the milky emptiness of the tub, she obeyed and heard him at the sink behind her.
He came up behind her, and the cold touch of lube chilled her rear entrance.
She arched her back to give him better access.
"Good girl," he murmured. "Stay still."
Something hard entered her bum, and it wasn't his finger or his dick. Or her plug.
'What the'— Water squirted inside her, and she jumped in surprise.
"I said keep still!" he growled.
"You could have warned me!" she squeaked.
"I said we were coming in here to clean you up, did I not?"
"Are you going to do this every time you bugger me?"
Lucifer smirked at her back. "Maybe. I have my reasons this time though."
The enema's stem retreated from her backside, and she relaxed.
Hermione heard him walk back to the sink to fill it up again.
His shadow returned in time with his footsteps. "What reasons?" she asked when he inserted the tip again.
"I want you clean enough to eat off of . . . or out of."
Hermione shivered at the insinuation. "Couldn't you just do this with magic?"
The water trickled inside her, and she squirmed with excitement.
"Yes, but that wouldn't be nearly as much fun. Nor would it leave you quite so wet." Lucifer pulled the tip from her gleaming rosebud and filled the bulb at the sink again.
When he placed it at her puckered hole, she made a small excited noise in the back of her throat.
He rewarded her wanton display by gently fucking her with the nozzle for a minute before squeezing the bulb.
She made the same noise again as the water ran up her rectum.
"I have to go, sir," she whispered.
"Just a bit more," he replied, returning to the sink.
The bulb sucked in more water, and he took the dripping syringe back to the tub.
When he pushed inside her, Hermione worried she was going to lose what she was holding.
Luckily, he didn't tease her that time.
The deludge was immediate.
"There," he said, removing the tip. "Hold that for me. I'll be right back."
'Dammit. Where is he going?'
Her ability to hold the water for much longer seemed tenuous at best.
Hermione heard his quick return and sighed in relief. That relief lasted about a second—just long enough to feel the tap of the cane across her backside.
"Please, sir, I really have to go!"
"Hold it," he repeated. "Get through six with the cane. I'll keep them light."
The thin rod struck her cheeks, and she yelped at the sting.
"I thought you said light!"
Lucifer grinned. "What do you expect from the Devil? Count."
He struck her again.
"Two."
"Where was one?"
"Fuck! One!"
He tapped as she wiggled.
'Whoosh-crack.'
"Oh God. Two. Please, I have to go, sir."
"We'll get through these faster if you don't beg after each stroke."
She growled in response. He tapped again.
'Whoosh-crack.'
"Three!" Tears of effort leaked from her eyes.
'Whoosh-crack.'
Hermione never thought she'd be so glad that he was caning her faster. "Four!"
'Tap. Tap. Tap.'
'Fuuuuuck! Hurry!'
'Whoosh-crack.'
It was so loud in the tiled bathroom, she'd jump from the sound alone even if there was no resulting sting.
"Five!"
'Tap. Tap. Tap.'
A strained whine crackled from her chest.
'Whap.'
The last hit was light; she scarcely felt it. "Six. May I go now, sir?"
"Go ahead."
Hermione paused for only a second when she reached the toilet. "I can't go with you watching me."
Standing at the sink, Lucifer glanced at her in the mirror. "I'm not watching you."
"I can't go with you listening!" She held her belly in both hands.
"You'll survive," he said simply and went on cleaning up the bathroom.
Hermione didn't have the luxury of time; waiting him out was not an option.
Covering her face, she hid her burning cheeks with her hands and huddled over her lap.
She let out the water with a deep breath.
It sounded as if she were weeing.
A lot.
Lucifer kept his smirk hidden.
He didn't want her to think he was laughing at her.
He just found it amusing that she still got so embarrassed or thought she could hide from him.
Once she'd accepted his presence, he didn't need to stick around.
Lucifer took the cane back to the bedroom as she finished up. The door stayed open.
After a while he came back and found her washing her hands.
Standing behind her as she blotted her fingers on the towel, he slid his hands around her waist then up under her breasts.
He rubbed his soft prick against her lower back as he kissed her poofy head. "Are you ready for me, pet?"
She stroked the hand cupping her left breast. "Yes, sir."
"Did you enjoy your enema?" He watched her reflection turn bright red.
She stared at the sink.
Her lips wouldn't say yes, but she didn't want to lie to him either. "It was . . . interesting."
One corner of his mouth curled higher. "Interesting?"
"Exciting," she clarified.
Running a finger down her spine, he watched her in the mirror.
"You preferred being over my knee, didn't you?"
Her reflection glanced up at him, and she blushed deeper. "Yes, sir."
"I could smell your pussy the whole time. What did you like best?"
Hermione knew he was goading her, drawing out her discomfort, but her heart beat faster the more he talked.
"I'm not sure. I guess I just like you being in control."
"I can be in control without humiliating you. It is not just the control. Is it?"
Tears stung the backs of her eyes, "No, sir."
'Damn.'
Tears were not his objective.
Lucifer turned her around to face him. "Don't cry, pet. I just wanted you to admit you like the humiliation."
The tears spilled out, and she angrily wiped at her face. "I'm so screwed up. I don't want to like it so much."
Tilting back her head, he smeared away the tracks wetting her cheeks. "Look at me, love."
She sniffled and met his eyes.
"We can't control what turns us on. And everyone is screwed up in their own way." That didn't seem to cheer her.
He'd have to try a different route.
"It turns me on that you like it. I love watching your sweet little pussy cream for me."
She looked a little less sad but didn't say anything.
He kissed her forehead. "Don't you enjoy turning me on, pet?"
"Yes, sir."
"You're my favorite part of the day," he whispered to the top of her head.
Her eyes went wide as she stared at his chest. She couldn't believe he'd said something so personal. "Really?"
"Yes, really."
"I feel like a freak sometimes," she whispered.
His hand slid under her hair to the base of her neck and pressed her against his chest.
"You're not a freak, Hermione. You just haven't been exposed to people like yourself. You'll see, there're plenty of other people just like you. And they all felt the same way when they were younger."
"Really?"
She sounded interested.
Lucifer made her look at him again. "I'll take you someplace after this year ends in the Summer holidays and introduce you to other witches who like the same things you do."
"Where?"
"A place I know. We'll discuss it later."
"I don't want us to be recognized. You are already famous enough....The press would go crazy if they found. I can already hear that vile Skeeter woman salivating."
Lucifer smiled. "Don't worry it's a muggle place. Half the people will be in masks; no one is going to find out."
Bending to her lips, he kissed her.
It started out innocent, just a bit of reassurance, but it quickly turned heated.
"Are you feeling better now, love?" he murmured into her mouth.
"Yes."
Lucifer pulled away. "Tell me what you want."
"Just you."
"Me or my cock." he asked with a perverse leer.
"Both. I don't want your cock without you. Please take me back to bed."
His heart skipped a beat at her words.
Crouching down, he picked her up and carried her back to the room.
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