Hermione was curled up next to him in bed, pretending to read.
She was really thinking about everything they'd done that day, and picturing him in bathtub, that giddy smirk on his face as he'd "cleaned" her bottom hole for the third time.
They'd stayed in the tub playing until they were both pruning like raisins.
He'd scrubbed her clit to a high shine, buffing her to orgasm.
It was the best bath of her life.
When they got out, he changed into a pair of black cotton pajamas.
Lucifer looked adorably sexy in them, and she couldn't stop snuggling into him and burying her face in his chest.
He seemed amused by her repeated requests for hugs.
They ate a simple dinner of meat and potatoes and then cleaned the dishes together.
She couldn't stop staring at him.
Was this really what he was like when no one was around? It was easy to care for this man.
He didn't glare at her or ridicule her.
He hugged her whenever she wanted and fucked her like a pro.
What was there not to like?
With the dishes clean, they went and sat in the front room, where they'd wound up kissing and groping each other on the couch like a couple of teenagers.
Crookshanks showed up in the middle of their snogging session and meowed, informing her he would be waiting in the kitchen for her to make it rain catnip.
She kissed a groggy (but grinning) Lucifer on the cheek and told him she'd be back.
Once Crooks was taken care of, she went back out and found Lucifer dozing on the couch.
When she got closer, his eyes snapped open, and he told her to take off her pajamas and go lie on the bed.
The next thirty minutes were spent with his face buried her pussy.
Just when she thought she would come, he stopped and got out the plug they'd used the night before.
This time though, he lapped at her clit as he slid it home, making it easy for her to loudly proclaim how much she fancied having her bottom filled.
After she came, he let her get dressed and told her to rest for a bit before they had another go.
Hermione gave up on her book and turned on her right side to face him. "Lucifer?"
"Hm?" he mumbled, marking his place with his finger.
"Tell me about Underworld."
He looked up from his book, his brow pinching in confusion. "What?"
"What do you do every day?"
"Mostly scare the humans."
She smiled. "I'm serious. Has it changed since you left?"
"Yes. The demons have started to rebel," Lucifer quipped then realized she might take that the wrong way. "Without the constant threat of me ruling over, body need fear only themselves."
"Do you like ruling? It seems as though you can't stand it."
He put his bookmark in place and set his book aside. "I enjoy ruling; it's the humans not getting over guilt for ages I can't stand."
"You can't have one without the other."
"I'd be fine with them if they actually took learning seriously, but they act as if putting any effort will destroy them, and just stay tortured in their loop...."
"They're just distracted by other things. One day they'll see how valuable it is. Tell me what you do each day. I have no idea what Underworld is like from the King's viewpoint."
She seemed honestly interested; he wished there was something worthwhile to tell her, "I have no idea what the other small generals do, but my day is relatively boring unless something's exploding. I get up and get dressed, Albedo brings over the breakfast. Then get ready to counsel each soul one by one until they are ready to cross over.....When the day ends, I usually grade until dinner. After that, I grade some more. When I'm actually free to use my time as I please, I sometimes take a stroll around my kingdom. At night I take a bath and then read until I'm groggy enough to sleep. Roughly eight hours later the whole process starts again. Perhaps you can see now why I look forward to getting vacation on Earth."
Hermione smiled. "If you hate it, why don't you quit?"
"I don't hate it. Hell is my home. Those Demons are like my children. I want them to do well. I care about their education. I find experience of each human's guilt an interesting subject. The only thing I dislike is the rampant stupidity."
"Do you ever think about doing anything else?"
"Not really. Tor---Healing is all I know anymore."
"You could be a gigolo. You certainly have the equipment and skills."
Lucifer laughed loudly. "I'd rather not. I don't want pleasure to be work."
"Do you like having this Albedo person as your Secretary?"
He made a grumbling sound of indecision. "It could be worse."
Hermione bit back her giggle.
She had a feeling Lucifer didn't like anybody being in charge of him. "What are you reading?"
He glanced over at the side table. "Nibald's Precision Defence-Learning. Why the sudden downpour of questions?"
"I'm just curious what happens when you're not there."
"I assure you it's nothing of note. What about you? Besides your compulsive cleaning and prolific masturbation, what happens during the week? Do you cajole Crookshanks into having tea with you each night while you relay the events of the day, or do you stay doing homework so late that there's no time for conversation?"
She blushed. "Crooks is an excellent listener."
Lucifer smiled. "I don't know how to break this to you, but I think he might be deaf."
'And going blind'
Hermione shook her head. "He's selective. Perhaps you just haven't said anything that interested him."
"Get your plug out, I am going to increase the size."
Her head whipped around. "What?!"
"You heard me. Get your coconut oil too and then come lie over my lap."
"The one I've got in feels big enough. Let's not be hasty!"
Lucifer sat up against the pillows and gave her a stern look. "I want you to take off those pajamas and then get your bare bottom over my lap unless you want the plug and the paddle."
She did want them both, but not at the same time.
Hermione climbed out of bed slowly,
tossing the little jar next to him, she pulled her top over her head and then pushed her bottoms to the floor, stripping herself with an air of obligation.
When she started to crawl over to him, Lucifer stopped her. "I suggest you leave that petulant attitude outside the bed. Don't you dare act as if I'm forcing you to do this. You agreed to have me perform a sundry list of services, and disciplinarian is one of them."
She stared at his hands. "What did I do wrong?"
"Well first off, I think you are perfectly capable of having a calm conversation with me, even if the subject makes you uncomfortable; so we need to correct your childish reaction. But mostly we need to correct your false beliefs about your desirability. So whenever you're ready, tell me you're sorry and then ask me for the plug."
Hermione sat back on her heels and twisted her fingers together.
She suddenly felt like an immature teenager.
"I'm sorry, sir," she said quietly. "Please put me over your knee and correct me with the plug."
"That was much better. All right—" he waved her over—"get that red bottom up in the air."
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