Chapter 600: Ch 626 - Choking on Hermione’s Throat~

’Beggars can’t be choosers ’

It worked practically every time.

Still, it was that evening after getting back from Hogsmeade, just before dinner, Angelina had come up to him after practice, in tears, and truth be told, the sight made Lucifer slightly guilty about what he’d said to her before going on his date with Hermione, but only slightly.

"Lu-Lucifer," She had stuttered his name out in between her crying, feeling humiliated saying it in front of a crowd, but she pressed on, "I-I’m s-s- sorry for trying t-to make y-y-" she hiccuped, "-you choose between your g-girlfriend and Quidditch... b-but I n-n-need you on the team... we st-stand no chance w-w-without you..."

The sight of her was pitiful, and she hadn’t thrown him off the team like she’d threatened to do.

Lucifer looked around at everyone, then back to his Quidditch Captain, "Angelina... I don’t mind going to practice, I really don’t, but I don’t appreciate ’forced: practice on a Hogsmeade Weekend." He really sighed, when she gasped hearing her name, "If you want me to stay on the team, I’ll stay, okay? But no more practice on Hogsmeade weekend for the rest of the year, Alright?"

Angelina, despite her tears, smiled, "Okay, I’ll not ever force you to practice again, Lucifer, you’ve proven your skills as Seeker, I shan’t try to force you to practice again." She gave him a friendly embrace, which he didn’t return, and she let go, smiling and going into the Great Hall.

Hermione sidled up right beside him, grabbing his hand, "I guess you’re still on it," She smiled up at him.

"Honestly, I’m glad it ended up alright in the end," Lucifer smiled at her as they walked into Great Hall together.

xxxxx

When the night came, Hermione Granger was the poster child for the phrase ’psyching oneself out.’

Lucifer kept that to himself, though.

"Takes too long," She said reaching up to remove her cardigan.

His stern look stops her in the midst of shrugging them off, "You’re getting away with an awful lot right now, pet, but other than our rule about orgasms, you’re going to be a good girl for Daddy and do as I say. Or else there’ll be a reckoning."

She noded quickly as he took her cardigan from her, laying them over the end of the couch.

"Here." He summoned a glass and a bar of chocolate, then cast an ’Aguamenti,’ making her drink and eat from his hand. When she was done, she clinged to him like a spider monkey as he standed.

Lucifer set his wand aside and tapped her bottom, waiting for her to unfurl herself.

When she was kneeling on the bed he grabbed the hem of her blouse and she lifted her arms so he could pull it over her head.

He pushed her back until she’s sitting, took her shoes off and tugged jeans down the legs, smiling when he noticed darker spot where her arousal had begun to soak the fabric.

Beneath, she’s wet her little pink panties all the way through, her nipples taut.

"Finish undressing, pet."

Before she could work her panties very far down her thighs, the sensations became too much for her again. Lucifer watched her struggle while he unbuttoned the cuffs of his dress shirt. When she realized he’s not going to swoop in and save her, she whimpered, wriggled and begged breathlessly, "Daddy, c-can I touch myself, please?"

Lucifer rolled one sleeve to the elbow, then the other, waiting long enough for her to press her thighs together in a desperate attempt to ease the ache. "Go ahead, needy girl."

He embarrassed her and that made his cock twitch, uncomfortably hard in trousers. She parted her thighs as much as the elastic of her panties would allow, and he caught a glimpse of her swollen clit peeking out before her fingers found it.

Her eyes fluttered closed and she grinded on her hand; he’s satisfied to find she’s not stifling her cries anymore, but that knowledge prompted him to reinforce the room’s privacy charms.

Lucifer might tease her sometimes about public ’fantasies,’ but he’s greedy. He could smell the earthy sweet tang of her from where he stood, and he had the urge to bury his face in her.

He loomed over her while she made herself come, watching her with his arms crossed over chest, because he knew that’ll make her wetter.

When her shudders subsided and she found the courage to open her eyes again, it’s obvious she’s been aware of him the whole time. He tutted, drinking in the sight of her. "Did you make a mess, pet?"

"Uh-huh." She averted her gaze. Then she remembered what she’s supposed to be doing and hooked her glistening fingers in her panties, pushing them the rest of the way off. She looked up at him hopefully, "Daddy, you said you’d fix me."

"I don’t know if you’re broken," Lucifer teased, his brow lifting. "I quite like you like this."

She scrunched her nose, "Don’t be mean. I don’t know how much longer I can take this."

"Oh, you’ve taken much worse at my hands, girl. Don’t sell yourself short." He leaned forward and tapped her nose. "But I promise we’ll sort you out. Scoot."

She scooted up, enough that once he’s freed his cock from the confines of his slacks and briefs he’ll be able to climb over her. He waited, though, stroked his cock a couple of times, watched her watch him hungrily. Swiping his thumb over the head, he offered it to her, and she lapped up the beads of precum. Then she sucked it into her mouth, curling her little kitten tongue around it.

That gave him more interesting ideas, but those can wait. He didn’t bother undressing the rest of the way. She liked being naked while he’s clothed, and he liked the headspace it puts her in. Lucifer settled himself atop her, covering her small, lithe body, kissing her forehead, eyelids, cheeks and neck as his cock slid through her folds.

"Mm." She sighed, a sweet, satisfied sound.

It’s momentary, he knew, an oasis in the midst of the hell of pleasure her body’s putting her through, but he liked the way she relaxed some, contented with his closeness.

No one’s ever wanted all of him the way she did. Lucifer drove into her without warning, not brutally, but not gently, either, given his size. She cried out and her nails digging into his biceps, blunted by his shirt.

The fabric grew damp where her juices still coated her hand.

"Is this what you needed, pet?" He gave her a moment to adjust, to open her eyes and whisper, "Yes, Daddy," and then he set a punishing pace.

How she might enjoy it when he’s gentle, might adore being coddled, but she ’fucking’ loved it when he’s harsh. The first climax overtook her, ripping another cry from her throat.

"Do you hear that?" he asked her while she’s still trembling from it, slowing his thrusts, "Hear how wet you are around my cock? You little slut. You wanted this, didn’t you? Wanted to distract me from reading, make me have to fuck you?"

Hermione didn’t answer at first, still trying to catch her breath, her eyes tightly shut. When he wrapped a hand around her throat, though, his ring pressing into the skin above the slender chain of her collar, she looked up at him, shaking her head, "N-no, Daddy, I didn’t mean to, I swear I didn’t mean to---"

"Hmm." Lucifer squeezed slowly, carefully, so carefully. She loved breath play, but he’s ever aware of the risk of hurting her, "Maybe you didn’t mean to, but you’ve enjoyed it, deep down, haven’t you? Getting to rub yourself off in my lap, getting to come on your fingers because you can’t wait long enough... for me to get inside of you. I know you, you greedy little girl."

If he needed an answer, her gaze was enough. There’s the welcome fear of his hand tightening around her neck, but beneath that he could see this was filling some need of hers to be out of control with him, something she unconsciously resisted despite her best efforts to let go.

She whimpered and nodded. The tacit acknowledgement, the courage of it, made him proud. Lucifer filed away a mental note to ask her how she felt about aphrodisiac potions, once she’s recovered.

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Author’s Note

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