#6 ~ A Matter of Matrimony

Disclaimer: All characters belong to JKR (except Marcus Delaluci). All situations are mine. No $$$ is being made from this fanfic.
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Epilogue ~ And the Dragon Whips His Tail


Marcus stood under a streetlight, studying the address in his hand, then looking at the number on the small mailbox beside him. It was a match. He grinned. Bingo. He studied at the house in front of him. It was a small one-story affair, with a porch with a porch swing, enclosed with banisters and flower boxes. Several plants lined the porch, and two small dishes were set by the front door, both empty. The house was dark except for one lighted room on the left side toward the back. Marcus looked up and down the street. No one was about. Marcus opened the gate and strolled into the yard, then up the short steps and to the front door. He heard a hiss, and turned, his eyes telescoping to reveal a small gray tabby cat, watching him from beneath the swing, its eyes luminous. It was little more than a kitten.

Marcus knelt and held out his hand. The cat hesitated.

“Come on, kitty,” he said, his hand beckoning. “I won’t hurt you. I like pussies.”

The little cat ambled forward slowly, and sniffed his fingers before allowing Marcus to scratch its ears, arching its back and purring like a little motor.

“Your mama home?” the wizard asked the little cat. It meowed at him, and rubbed itself against his robe, leaving little hairs clinging to the black fabric. Marcus brushed the fur from the fringe of his robe, and giving the little cat a final caress, he stood up and considered the door. He took out his wand.

“Alohamora,” he said, unlocking it, turning the knob and walking in quietly. He put his wand back in his pocket. One look around told him that there was no male presence here. All woman. Floral patterns, soft pastel colors and flowers abounded. He walked to a small table and studied the framed photographs there. There was a picture of the three women he met at the club. All smiling and waving at the camera. The pictures didn’t move, of course. There were others of Clara, the little blonde posing with family members. Apparently she had a brother and younger sister. There was a picture of her with an older man that Marcus assumed to be her father. He didn’t see one of her mother.

On the coffee table in front of the sofa, was a stack of magazines. He rifled through them quickly. Mostly women’s magazines. He walked over to the small bookshelf. She had a large collection of steamy romance novels. Marcus smiled at this. Romance novels usually had some illicit sexual factors that appealed to their readers. That she owned so many of them was, well, promising. He continued to peruse the contents of the shelf. There were some cookbooks, a couple about crafts and a few classics, such as Pride and Prejudice and Little Women.

He walked into her kitchen and opened her cooler. Mostly salad fixings, croutons. Bottled water, milk, orange juice, eggs and some sliced chicken. He took a piece of chicken and popped it into his mouth. Chewing, he noticed at the back of the cooler a large, delicious and decadent looking piece of chocolate cake wrapped in cellophane. Oh, ho…so she did have her little indulgences. He closed the cooler and looked around the kitchen. She had an adequate spice rack, filled with different bottles, and a little herb garden growing over the windowsill of the sink. He sniffed it. Basil, thyme and lemongrass. Nice.

He turned and walked back into the living room, looking down the hallway and seeking light coming from under the door on the right side. He straightened his robes and walked toward the door.

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Clara was sitting in bed, reading a romance novel. Her hair was in curlers and her face was caked in cold cream. She was wearing a pink, silk teddy and fuzzy bedroom slippers. She was so engrossed in the novel, she didn’t hear her bedroom door click, then open. Marcus entered the room and walked up to the side of her bed, grinning at her absorption in the novel. He read the title. Sweet, Savage Love. Hmm.

“Hello,” he said, looking down at her.

Clara dropped the book, looked up at the blonde wizard and screamed.

Marcus quickly dropped to the bed and clamped his hand over her mouth. He took out the slip of paper with her address on it, held it up and telescoped his violet eyes at her.

“Remember me?” he purred.

Clara nodded. He removed his hand from her mouth. It was coated in cold cream.

“How…how did you get in here?” she asked in a small voice, her blue eyes staring into his violet ones, a little frightened.

“I’m a wizard, remember?” he said softly, grinning at her, “I decided to pay you a little ‘visit’ if you don’t have any objections, that is.” He telescoped his eyes again at her. She took a little breath, and her eyes warmed considerably.

“No. No objections,” she said as she gazed into his eyes as if mesmerized.

“Good,” he said warmly.

Clara continued to gaze at him for a moment, and then made a little grimace, touching her face and her curlers.

“Oh, I look a fright!” she said, “let me go and fix myself up, put on some make-up and…”

Marcus put his finger to her lips. He took out his wand and with a flick, removed the cold cream from her face.

“Oh,” she said, feeling her face with her small, manicured hands. Marcus also cleaned his hand. He began to take out her curlers, slowly, one at a time. He studied her face as he did so. She was pretty even without makeup.

“You don’t need makeup. It will only come off anyway…when you sweat,” he said, his meaning not lost on her. She blushed.

Marcus continued to remove her curlers until her hair was free of them, still tightly curled. He ran his fingers loosely through them, breaking them up slightly. Her hair looked fine now. He leaned toward her a bit.

“You’re the one who said you heard wizard sex was awesome, weren’t you?” he purred.

“Yes,” she whispered, her belly started to knot up. Marcus slid his palm across her cheek gently.

“Your skin is soft,” he commented, then got back on track.

“Would you like to find out how awesome it can really be?” he asked her, his voice dripping with promise.

Clara looked at the blonde wizard with the beautiful eyes, and remembered his powerfully built body from the club. He was in robes now and she couldn’t really see his build. But she definitely remembered. Gorgeous, strong…sexy. She felt herself getting wet. Marcus’ nostrils flared…he could smell her heating up.

“Yes,” she breathed, unconsciously leaning toward him.

“Good,” he said, standing up and beginning to unbutton his robes, “I’m just the wizard to show you.”

He peeled off his robes, revealing a plain white t-shirt and loose-fitting black pants. He pulled the t-shirt over his head, baring his muscled chest and ribbed belly. Clara let out a little moan of approval as she watched him undress. Her nipples hardened, her arousal plainly seen through the silk nightgown. Marcus smiled as he unbuttoned his pants and stepped out of them, revealing a pair of white boxers with yellow smiley faces all over them.

Clara giggled. She couldn’t help herself.

“I like to keep them laughing, “ Marcus said, with a seductive grin, “before I get them screaming my name, that is. By the way, my name is Marcus. You can call me ‘daddy’ if you want.”

“I like Marcus,” Clara replied a bit shyly.

“You do, do you?’ he replied, sitting on the edge of the bed, and running a fingertip up her arm. She shuddered. “Tell me Clara, what else do you like? How do you like to be fucked? Gentle or rough?”

Clara’s body spasmed at his directness, and she got even wetter. Her eyes swept over his muscular body. “Rough,” she said, biting her lower lip. “Yes!” Marcus mentally shouted, pumping his fist in the air.

Marcus began to rub her thigh gently. She was very soft.

“And how do you like your men? Their cocks? Average? Large? Enormous?’ he asked her, as he slid his hand up her belly.

Clara looked at him, confused. She didn’t know how to answer that with him sitting there. What if she got it wrong? So she didn’t reply. Marcus understood her hesitation and stood up.

“I have an interesting ancestry, Clara,” he said, his violet eyes burning into her blue ones, “I am a descendent of a dragon. And he gave me two gifts. Well, they are sort of the same gift actually. I can adjust my eyes…”

Here he telescoped his violet eyes until they were almost black, causing Clara to gasp at their intensity as he looked at her and continued,

“…as well as another part of my anatomy,” he purred.

Marcus removed his boxers, revealing a rather large and erect cock nestled in a pile of curling blonde hair. He was fully aroused, the head red and glistening. Clara shifted in her bed, her eyes hot and lusty now. She wanted that. Bad.

Marcus said, “Watch this.” He looked down at his cock, and it began to throb, extending itself, growing longer and thicker.

“Oh my god!” Clara exclaimed, bringing her hand to her mouth, her blue eyes wide with amazement. Marcus smirked.

“I am guaranteed to please,” he said softly, looking at the woman’s startled face, “ a night with me will be extremely pleasurable, Clara.”

“Yes,” she said, still staring at his now daunting cock. She looked up at him curiously.

“How big can it get?” she asked him. Marcus laughed.

“Pretty damn big. I think as big as a dragon’s dick. But I better not show you. I guarantee it will frighten you. But do you like this size?” he asked, poking his hips out a little as if she couldn’t see it clearly.

Clara considered. She had never had an opportunity like this before. This was the stuff of fantasy.

“A little bigger, please,” she said a bit shyly, but not too shyly. A huge grin lit up Marcus’ face.

“As you wish,” he said, concentrating. He added about two inches to its length and an inch of girth. Clara breathed appreciatively.

“That’s perfect,” she said, removing her fluffy slippers and sliding over in the bed so Marcus could join her. He was psyched. This luscious little woman had a big appetite. He slipped into the bed beside her and ran his hand down her side, brushing against her breast as he did so, his violet eyes going dark and smoky with lust.

“I think we’d better start with you on top,” Marcus said as he lifted the edge of her nightgown. Clara sat up and let him pull it over her head. She had large breasts, with brown nipples. Marcus fondled them, before taking a nipple into his mouth, letting his hand slide to her back, pushing her into him firmly. She gasped with pleasure as he suckled her, and squeezed the other, rolling the nipple between his fingers. She arched against him and groaned.

“Oh, that feels good,” she gasped against his blonde hair.

He released her breast and slid his hand down through her blonde bush.

“It gets better,” he growled, testing her wetness, and sliding a finger inside her. She was pretty tight, but the size of his cock would definitely make sure he’d enjoy himself, whether she had been tight or not. She moaned and rocked against him, and he thrust his finger in and out of her, watching her pretty face contort with lust and pleasure. He slipped another finger inside her, then grabbed her breast hard, testing her pain limit. She gasped a bit louder, but didn’t complain as he squeezed the globe roughly. He worked his hand faster and harder, nipping at both her breasts, rolling her flesh between his teeth, then kissing them tenderly to soothe them. Clara was whimpering now, her little whines working Marcus into a frenzy. His cock felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. Suddenly she let out a shriek and came all over his hand.

He pulled her on top of him, still shuddering and lifted her onto the head of his cock, then pulled her down on it, groaning as he did so, her pussy throbbing around him as she continued to come.

“Ride me, Clara,” he hissed.

Clara was a shuddering pile of pleasure as she thrust herself up and down on Marcus’ huge cock, her thighs bumping his pelvis. He hadn’t started thrusting yet, his eyes closed in delight as she slid up and down over his shaft.

“Yes, baby, yes,” he groaned, holding her by her hips as she rose and fell. He opened his eyes and gripped both her bouncing breasts, pulling her down by them and she cried out over and over again as he worked her. She had a second orgasm, and when he felt her clamp down on him, he began to thrust up inside of her, hard, holding her firmly by the waist and pulling her into it. She screamed now, and he pumped into her, shifting her cervix, loving the sound of her voice. She was growing louder. A light came on next door. His eyes telescoped through the thin curtain and saw an elderly neighbor peeking out. The old man’s eyes went round as he saw the woman riding the wizard in abandon.

“Shit!” Marcus cursed as he continued fucking her. He let go of her waist with one hand and cast a quick silencing and blanketing spell securely blacking out the window, then returned it, slamming her down on him, not missing a stroke. She was sweating now, her curls falling into straight locks.

“This is soooo goooood!” she shrieked, bouncing on Marcus wildly, “fuck me, fuck me harder!”

Always ready to oblige, Marcus rolled her over and went to work, piledriving her into the mattress, watching his cock disappear inside of her hot wet snapping pussy. She was good. His hips were flying, rising high into the air and plunging downward as he fully withdrew then penetrated over and over, burrowing his head and shaft in her slick tunnel and egging her on, as she started screaming his name. Oh yeah…that’s what he liked. Big daddy Marcus.

“Hold on, baby,” he breathed, dropping down and wrapping his arms around her, still plunging inside her…groaning a charm.

“Oh, shit! Oh shit!” Clara cried brokenly as together they rose above the bed, and started to spin, Marcus riding her like a thoroughbred, nothing to stop him from penetrating her to the hilt, burying his cock in her as if digging for treasure. Clara was clinging to him, still screaming with pleasure and amazement as they fucked in midair. Damn, how was she ever going to fuck another muggle?

Marcus felt the pressure building in his balls and muttered another charm, and they dropped to the bed, hard, Marcus’ weight added to his stroke, and he hit her deep and hard, his cock plunging to the small of her back. Clara convulsed and had the best orgasm of her life, screaming like a banshee and making tic tac toe boards with her nails on Marcus’ back. He didn’t give a flying fuck as he exploded in her, gushing like a flood, pleasure wracking his entire body.

“Yes! Fuck! Yes! Yes!” he yelled as he released into the spasming woman beneath him, his cock spurting forcefully into her pussy. He thrust into her a few more good times, before being spent, and collapsing on her hot slick body. Panting, he lifted his head and looked at her.

“Good pussy,” he breathed, letting his head drop back down.

There was a banging on the front door.

“What the fuck?” Marcus said, rolling off Clara and peeking out the window. Flashing lights. Shit. About six police cars. Marcus gathered up his clothes and robes and kissed a still-shaking Clara quickly.

“I’ve got to go baby,” he said. “You were damn good.”

He apparated buck naked, just as the front door was forced open.

There was the sound of running feet and Clara barely had time to pull the sheet over her before several officers burst into her bedroom. They surveyed the room and their eyes goggled the flushed woman in the bed before them, her hair tousled and breasts heaving beneath the sheets. One checked the closet, another looked under the bed.

“You all right, Miss?” an officer inquired, noting her quaking. “A neighbor called and said you were being attacked. We got here as fast as we could. What was that noise?”

He meant the crack of thunder that accompanied apparation.

Clara sighed, wondering if she’d ever see Marcus again. She had a feeling she wouldn’t.

“Probably the sound of my heart breaking,” she said, falling back into the bed.

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A/N: And that, my friends…is that. See you next story. Next, I\'ll probably be writing a little short about how Tonks and Kingsley became lovers. Bye :::waving:::