Once Lucifer was naked from the waist down, Hermione assured Colonel Brandon that no further harm could befall him and stationed him back at his post.
Lucifer used one hand to draw her in while the other started on his shirt buttons, and Hermione reapplied herself to the search for any missing cream by methodically covering him in long licks, not wanting to miss any possible hiding spots.
"That's it," he muttered approvingly. "Get Daddy as hard as you can."
Hermione wrapped her hand around him, and his cock hummed like an engine in her grip, pulsating and hot.
Lifting his length, she brazenly sniffed him from root to tip.
Daddy smelled like fucking. And he tastes even better. Mouthing him like an ear of corn, she slurped the sex-salt from his skin. "Mmmmmmmm."
"Good girl," he purred, tossing aside his shirt. "Keep playing with my balls while you suck my cock."
She moved in for the kill, but just as her lips were about to make contact, Hermione stopped and looked up, her expression demure, but her intentions devious—Daddy needed a little teasing to enhance the experience.
He looked frightfully tall from crotch-level, and his hair hung around his face in a way that hid half his features in murky shadows—but the visible side sported a sexy snarl that had Muffy erupting in an aqueous squee.
Hermione bit her lip and did her best to carry on with her mission of enticement. "You taste so good, Daddy."
"I'm going to taste even better once I've been in your arse."
Damn. Daddy wasn't as far gone as she'd hoped if he was lucid enough to say something like that.
And to add injury to insult, the mere mention of her arse renewed the ache in her bowels with a vengeance. "How much more time till I can go to the potty?"
He grinned. "Five more minutes."
Fuck. "I really need to go."
"Five more minutes," he repeated firmly.
Hermione sighed and made sure he felt it. "Yes, Daddy."
She told her sphincter to cease its screaming, but it continued to wail a high-pitched alarm. 'Okay, brain. It's up to you. Do you think you can block out that caterwauling and complete the task at hand?'
There was no answer, and Hermione knew why. 'STOP FANTASIZING ABOUT THE LOO!'
Her body responded, but whether that was due to brain activity or simple muscle memory, she couldn't be sure.
Whatever it was, her hand rose, bringing his cock to her mouth.
But instead of sucking him clean, she touched his simmering glans to her bottom lip and drew it side to side, glossing her mouth in a shimmery topcoat of Crystal Clear Cum.
When she glanced up from beneath her lashes, he was staring at her so intently her heart forgot how to beat; she almost fainted when it restarted at a sprinter's 'Ba-Boom Ba-Boom Ba-Boom!'
Grabbing hold of his hip to keep from keeling over, she poked out her tongue and then, millimeter by millimeter, swiped right, scooping up her prize.
He made a growly noise of encouragement and rocked forward, but Hermione flinched, and his cock missed its target, grazing her cheek.
'De-nied!' With a dramatic flair Lucifer would have been proud of, Hermione made a show of swallowing and then displaying her empty mouth, curling her tongue in a cheeky "try again."
Her dare was met posthaste.
He didn't even wait for her to dock him properly; he just thrust again, skimming her cheek once more.
Hermione turned her head, and, as he drew back for another try, she parted her lips so her mouth dragged along his length.
When his heated knob reached her tongue, she laved its scalding expanse in wide strokes.
He grunted and went for a third try—but Hermione threw up a hand to still his hips.
'Not yet, love. Watch this.' Wiggling her tongue over his slitted opening, she licked away his lust as it sprang from the source, and when his breathing stuttered, she gently nudged the tip of her tongue into the hole and fucked it with tiny pulses of pressure.
Lucifer made a noise she'd never heard before—possibly a growl that crossed into tones inaudible to the human ear.
Her pussy, however, heard it loud and clear, like a Rottweiler responding to a dog whistle.
Perhaps that's how he'd summon her from then on.
Her eardrums would pick up a mild rumble on the wind, but her clit would drop whatever it was doing and go chasing after the call.
"You love that cum, don't you?" he growled. "Go on, little girl. Put it in your mouth. Let me feel those lips."
Hermione slid her tongue under his head, making him think his wishes were about to come true, but once she had his frenulum on call, she proceeded to tap out a message in Morse code.
'SOS. Monster cock spotted off the starboard bow. Hull has been breached and is full of water. Send help. And toilets.'
His next growl sounded like a warning, so she abruptly cut off communications.
But that didn't mean she was abandoning Operation: Drive Daddy Mad with Desire.
Obediently closing her mouth around his head, Hermione enveloped him in warmth, her tongue nothing more than a wisp of a caress.
Lips loose, she leaned back. No suction. Just slack softness.
He went hard as mahogany.
She did it again, this time turning her face side to side and making sure he felt the silky inner rim of her lips on the curve of his corona.
She could swear he was whining like a puppy in between groans—but maybe she was hearing things.
"While I am enjoying this exquisite torture, Daddy needs some thrusting. You want to make Daddy happy, don't you, baby girl?"
Hermione nodded, not bothering to release him before doing so.
Inhaling sharply though his nose, he stared her down. "Suck me deep, love. Show Colonel Brandon how much of my cock you can take."
Hermione almost sputtered around him in uproarious laughter.
Not only was he manipulating her need to prove herself, but he'd commandeered her bear for his nefarious plot.
How very Devilish of him.
That underhanded trickery, combined with the tension in his posture, could only mean one thing: he was onto her game and didn't want her to know how close she was to breaking him.
Which meant she'd already won.
Rejoicing in her conquest, Hermione took him in her mouth and circled his damp glans in a sloppy victory lap.
She wouldn't mention his defeat until later; no sense risking retaliation when there was so much he could still deny her.
With a huge smile—which was hard to do with one's mouth stretched wide—she bobbed up and down his cock and made up for all the waiting she'd put him through.
"That's right," he murmured, sounding both relieved and on edge. "Just a few more minutes and then you can let out some of that water."
As soon as he said the word "water," the urgency wracking her colon increased a thousand fold.
"Deeper, baby girl. I know you can take it."
Hermione moaned, squirming in crampy discomfort. 'Just a little longer. You can do it. Focus on his cock. Your bum is not about to self-destruct. Don't think about it.'
Consciously releasing the muscles in her neck, she concentrated on getting him deep into her food pipe again.
"Yessss," he hissed. "Such a good little girl. Don't hurt yourself."
Although she felt a rush of triumph when she surpassed her usual limits, it wasn't long before the need for air overrode her need to please, and Hermione had to pull away to catch her breath.
A huge glob of her spit stayed behind, frothing his head in a white cap, and a line of saliva connected the two of them like a sparkly rope bridge.
She went to wipe it away, but he caught her wrist in midair.
"No, baby. That's your spit-string of success. Leave it right where it is."
Hermione nodded, trying to keep a straight face. What a perv. Since when was he into slobber?
Lucifer tickled her cheek. "You're not giving up, are you? Colonel Brandon and I were just marveling at what a gifted little cock sucker you are. It would be a shame to waste such outstanding talent."
Smiling, she dived back in and took the entire length of him inside until nothing remained.
Her throat clutched at his monumental girth, her neck started to bulge around but she managed to not gag.
At first.
His breathy grunts became more amorous as he slid down her pipe, and Hermione succumbed to the uncontrollable salivation, allowing the overflow to leak from the corners of her mouth as he went even deeper that seemed inhumane.
Suddenly, she needed to swallow, but her body's involuntary gulp was arrested by his erection that just didn't seem to stop and got even bigger, choking her from the inside out.
As she ripped herself off him with a wet cough, the buildup of drool burst from her lips in a torrential spitsplosion.
"Oh-h-h, baby," he chuckled, wiping the spray from his pelvis with the edge of his palm. "That's all right. You're just a messy little girl, aren't you?"
Hermione sat there. Petrified. She didn't give a fairy's fuck about the spit; what had transpired in her nappy mid-cough was of far greater concern.
She stared at his feet, panting in horror.
Bum leakage was NOT sexy.
"I didn't know you'd look so cute all covered in drool." His warm fingers wiped at her chin. "Let me see your mouth. You've got it everywhere."
Hermione turned her face to his but couldn't bring herself to meet his eye.
"What is it, love? I can see I'm going to have to get you a bib, but that's no reason to look so worried."
She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart racing. She couldn't tell him what had happened.
Those words would not cross her lips.
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