The Claiming of Cassandra

Disclaimer: This story takes place in the world JKR created. The characters and storylines are original. No $$$$ is being made by this fic.

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Chapter 3 ~ Further Preparations

Cassandra approached Marcus with the small pot of what seemed to be paint. She placed it in his hand. He looked down. It was a thick, black liquid.

“Hold it for me,” Cassandra said, as she dipped a small handmade brush into it. On his forehead, just between his eyes, she drew a circle, then placed a small dot in the center. She did the same to his chin, and then, once again her smooth, firm hand encircled his cock, and she painted the same symbol right on the head of it. Marcus forced himself to stay still, fumbling the paint pot a little in his hands. When she was finished, he looked at her work.

“What does that symbol mean?” he asked.

“Many things, dragon man. The circle is the woman, the dot is the man. It is very old. It is also the symbol of desire…when the universe was void and still it was the circle, complete, the womb, the unfertilized egg. The dot was the first pulse of desire within the egg, the first penetration, the first divine ray of creation,” she replied.

Marcus looked at the symbol again. “I am the dot,” he said musingly, “I’ve never thought of my cock as a ‘divine ray’…”

Cassandra looked at his tool appraisingly, a pool of heat bubbling in her belly. Her dragon would give her much pleasure. “Oh, but it is divine, my dragon, I am sure,“ she smiled at him, a little hungrily, giving his already inflated opinion of himself, a boost. Marcus grinned at her, rather lasciviously.

“Now, sit back,” she said. He did. She drew a line down the center of his abdomen, then four lines perpendicular to it on left side of it, and three on the right. Then she made Marcus stand, and turn around. Cassandra winced as she saw the claw mark across his back. She traced it gently with her fingers.

“Perhaps, if I had accepted you sooner dragon man, you would not have this,” she whispered, regret in her voice.

“It was my own fault, Cassandra,” he said softly, “I broke an agreement. That is the price I paid. It could have been worse.”

The Obeah nodded, knowing Marcus had intentionally brought the catwoman to orgasm, when he promised he would not, and made her transform.

“You are too lusty,” she commented, as she painted a large circle and dot on his back.

“Yes,’ he said, as she turned him around and he looked at her nude body. He was getting used to their nakedness…but he still wished he could touch her, set her aflame.

Cassandra took the small pot out of his hands. She returned to the cabinet, replaced the small pot she just used on Marcus, and removed another small pot, this time containing white paint.

Marcus admired her body as she painted similar symbols in the exact locations on her body as they were on his. The only two exceptions being that the circle painted on the head of Marcus’ cock was located on her lower belly, just above her pubic hair, and she had four perpendicular lines on both sides of her abdomen, unlike Marcus who had three lines on the right side of his.

The blonde wizard looked at her design, then down at his. He raised his bushy eyebrows. “Missing rib?” he asked.

Cassandra nodded. “You are the first Man. I am the first Woman. Together, we find Paradise, dragon man.

She handed him the brush and turned around.

“You must paint the symbol on my back,” she said.

Marcus dipped the brush into the pot she held, and painted a large circle and a dot on the Obeah’s smooth back. He looked longingly where the small of her back met the swell of her derriere. Two dimples rested there. He wanted to press his lips against them, badly and taste the sweet earthiness of her skin.

“Dragon man, soon,” Cassandra whispered, turning to him and taking the brush out of his hand. She returned everything neatly to the cabinets, depositing the brushes in a small glass of water. She returned to the wicker basket and rifled through it again, this time drawing out a silver flask, with the circle/dot image etched into the glass. It had dust on it, and she gently blew it off.

“Cassandra…how many lovers have you had?” Marcus asked, hoping not to offend her. He couldn’t count how many women he had plowed through over the years. Cassandra looked at him soberly a moment.

“Two, dragon man. One before I became a full-fledged Obeah. We were young and free. His name was Obediah. He traveled to America to work under contract in the cane fields…he sent for me, but I could not come. My place was here. I had to follow the path of my ancestors. He never returned, fleeing the fields and heading north. I imagine he is doing well.”

Marcus nodded, “And your second lover?” he asked.

Cassandra sighed, and Marcus could see great sadness in her eyes.

“Joseph. He did not make it through the ritual. He entered me too soon in the circle, he could not wait and was assailed by the spirits. He wasn’t strong, and could not fight them, could not keep his claim on me. Then he pulled out of me and fled, leaving me vulnerable. I almost lost everything,” she said in a low voice.

“I won’t leave you, Cassandra,” Marcus said, wishing he could embrace her, “Once you are in my arms nothing on earth or beyond it will take you from me. I promise you.”

She looked up at him, her honey eyes shining in the candlelight.

“You are strong, dragon man. I believe you can keep me with you,” she said.

“Believe it,” Marcus said, possessively. The idea of anything trying to interfere with him claiming Cassandra made his blood boil. He had waited far too long to have her. He didn’t give a damn if they weren’t flesh and bone. He would fight them with whatever resources he could muster.

Cassandra smiled at the fierceness of Marcus’ thoughts. The dragon man truly made her feel safe. The thought of him inside her, and those pretty eyes locked to hers made her nipples harden. Marcus saw this. His eyes lifted to her face, and he had a pained expression. His cock was aching badly. He needed relief.

“What’s next, Cassandra?” he said, swallowing. His throat felt so dry. It was as if every bit of fluid in his body had be redirected to his cock.

She studied him, and set the silver flask down on the table next to his folded clothes.

“Let me get you something to drink,” she said. She walked outside, to the stream where she had placed a covered pitcher of mango juice. She debated what she could do for Marcus to relieve him until they could lay together as she poured the juice into a large cup carved from a coconut. She could relieve him, but his seed was important to the ritual. The longer he held it, the stronger he would be against outside influences.

She brought Marcus the large cup of mango juice and handed it to him, watching as the wizard drank it down thirstily.

“Thank you,” Marcus said, breathing deeply and handing the cup back to him. She carried it to the table, set it down and returned to stand in front of him. She stood very close.

“Dragon man,” Cassandra said softly, looking into his eyes. “I know you are aching and uncomfortable. I can relieve you…I can touch your body as I wish. But holding your seed will make you stronger when you lie with me in the circle. What do you want me to do?”

The image of the Obeah pleasuring him with her mouth appeared unbidden in Marcus’ mind before he could stop it. He reddened guiltily as he looked at Cassandra, apology in his eyes. He couldn’t help himself.

“I could do that, dragon man,” she said, a little disappointment at his lack of strength in her voice. She began to kneel.

“No,” Marcus said, his voice rasping. It was the hardest word he had ever uttered, “I will wait, Cassandra.”

The Obeah rose and smiled at him, approval in her eyes.

“I think I have chosen wisely,” she said.

Marcus concentrated on an image of a naked Albus and Minerva rolling around on a four-poster. It seemed this particular image was used a lot by Hogwarts staff trying to maintain sexual control. It worked a bit, and Marcus felt some relief as he slightly deflated. Cassandra laughed out loud.

“Not pretty, Marcus,” she chuckled, “but effective. I hope not too effective. You have to be able to perform, you know.” She walked back over to the table, picked up the silver flask and returned Marcus. She handed it to him.

“You must drink all of this,” she said.

“What is it,” he asked, studying the bottle.

“It will strengthen and purify you, make you ready to complete the ritual,” she replied, walking over to the corner where a number of long grass mats were stacked. She removed one and dragged it to the middle of the room.

Marcus frowned. “What’s that for?” she asked.

“For you. You will sleep after drinking the potion, and I will continue to prepare you,” she said.

Marcus hesitated, not liking the idea of being asleep and not knowing what was going on. Then he looked at Cassandra, naked and decorated…for him. Fuck it. He’d drink the contents of the flask if it made him sleep twenty years, as long as access to her body was his final reward.

Cassandra shook her head.

“You have the sweetest, lustiest thoughts, dragon man,” she said, “don’t worry, you won’t sleep more than two hours, and will wake feeling…very ready for me.”

Marcus looked at her as he opened the flask.

“I don’t think I could be any more ready for you than I am, Cassandra. Two years is a long time to want a woman the way I’ve wanted you,” he said as he brought the flask to his lips.

“You won’t have to wait much longer,” the Obeah purred, her honey eyes beginning to glow as Marcus swallowed the contents of the flask down.

Marcus lowered the flask, then dropped it as he became very dizzy. He staggered from the stool and almost fell, but the Obeah caught him with surprising strength and guided him to the grass mat, helping him down so he lay on his back.

Disoriented, he looked up at the Obeah.

“I want to fuck you so bad, Cassandra…I want to hear you scream my name…I want…’ Marcus passed out.

Cassandra looked down at him tenderly. If he had not been drugged, Marcus would never have dared say such things to her out loud. A bit guiltily, she found herself very aroused by his crass expression of his desire for her. She had never lain with a man of another culture. Were these the kind of words he would speak to her when he took her? His wicked way of expressing himself was as exciting as it was illicit. She looked forward to his possession.

She rose and retrieved a jar of oil from the wicker basket. Beginning at Marcus’. feet, she began to apply it, loving the feel of his warm, muscular body beneath her hands.

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A/N: I hope you all don’t mind the build-up here. This is something special after all. I don’t want to rush it…or them. The wait will be worth it, I hope. Please review.

CALAMITYSANDRA: It will probably be a little while before I write another full length SS/HG fic to this series. I have to figure out an interesting way to approach Hermione’s possible pregnancy, if I even write about it. Right now I’m drawing a blank. They’ve had so many adventures already. And let’s face it, children can really cut back lemons. Of course though, if I do write this, Severus will have a very randy fixation on his pregnant wife, feeling her more beautiful than ever, and Hermione will react like all us moms did. …whining, bitching, complaining her feet are swollen and she feels fat and ugly. Severus will have to spend a lot of time convincing her how lovely she is, as well as reigning in his passions and finding other ways of meeting his wife’s dark needs. Maybe some kind of potion that will help get her off. I don’t know. Yeesh, angst already and the story isn’t even written.

I will probably go backwards, rather than forward initially…adding little stories about them that go between the major ones until I can figure out if I will include them having children. I would like to write one about Severus taking Hermione out on the town, post-Marcus, and them having a wild, lemony adventure.