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 4 ~ Yes, Cassandra. There is Another Way.

It was night when Marcus woke. He was alone in Cassandra’s hut, and the candles were burning low. He sat up and looked down at himself. His every inch of his body was oiled, glistening in the low light. Not only was it oiled, but he was aware of a tingling sensation that swept over his body from head to foot. He smelled faintly of coconut. He licked his lips. Yes, he could taste its flavor, nutty and slightly sweet. There was only one thought in his head.

Cassandra.

He pushed himself up from the grass mat, his nude body colored red by the dying candlelight. A breeze flowing through the open window wafted over his skin. Marcus was sensitive to it, the warm air felt like a gentle caress sliding over his flesh. Yet he wanted another caress, more focused, more intimate…the caress of the Obeah’s woman’s sex over his cock as he thrust inside her. The wizard’s nostrils flared as his desire grew, and he frowned slightly as he realized she was not here. His longing was intensifying, the tingling he felt became heated. Marcus felt like a small fire was breaking out over his skin. He instinctively knew only contact with the Obeah would cool him. He strode from the hut in search of her.

For some reason, he did not call out for her as he walked out into the yard. He looked around, and his body began to lead him, down the path, through the bush. The night sky was bright with numerous stars. There was no moon tonight to dim them and they glittered down, serving as distant witnesses to his primal need. Marcus telescoped his eyes as he pushed his way through the bush. He was walking off the path now, brushing past the leafy plants, striding through the tall grasses. His body was definitely burning now, not a painful burn, but a lustful one. He felt as if he found Cassandra, he could mount her and never stop taking her. He saw a glow in the distance and turned toward it, beginning to run.

Cassandra felt the wizard coming, felt the burning need possessing him. The ritual was beginning. She stood in a secluded clearing, surrounded by jungle, in the middle of a fifteen-foot circle of red stone. In the circle was a bed of soft broad leaves, freshly cut. Four small fires burned in each corner of the clearing, bathing her nude body in firelight, her black oiled skin glistening. The earth around the circle had been freshly raked. The clearing smelled of earth after rain, moist, clean and pleasing. She was breathing heavily, her desire for Marcus taking her over. But still, they must go slow. The ritual required it.

Marcus burst through the brush and halted outside of the circle, his eyes fixed on Cassandra, breathing hard. He stood there, looking like a lustful god in the firelight, his cock hard and extended, pointing at the Obeah, shadow and light flickering across his body as he stared hungrily at the exotic woman he was about to claim. It was then he heard the drum, low, slow, and sensual. Rhythmic like a heartbeat in the back of his mind…and strange whispering voices, both male and female, low, exotic, accented…chanting softly.

“Do you hear my ancestors, dragon man?” Cassandra asked huskily, her eyes beginning to glow, “Do you hear them accepting you?”

Marcus nodded, his eyes still affixed on her, his body still burning for contact. Yet he didn’t move towards her. He waited. She had to invite him into the circle. Invite him into her arms. He could feel power and desire radiating off of her, washing over his body in delicious waves.

“Come to me, dragon man…but slow. You must go slow,” she whispered, beckoning to him with her hands.

Marcus walked slowly toward her, feeling himself pass through a wall of power as he stepped over the stones and entered the circle. He stopped about two feet from her, staring into her glowing eyes. He could feel her need beneath the powerful, pulses of power being thrown from her body. She opened her arms, and he stepped into them, pulling her body against his, and feeling relief at their contact. He wrapped his arms around her waist, caressing her back gently, waiting for her to tell him what to do.

Her voice sounded a bit hollow, like an echo, as if she were speaking from a far distance.

“You must kiss me until my eyes cease to glow, dragon man. Until I give up my power and become vulnerable. Then you may do as you like, but remember…there is the danger that vengeful spirits may try to take you over to consume me during my weakness for you.” she said, “don’t let them have me, my dragon.” There was fear in her voice, beneath the power.

“They will not have you, Cassandra. Only me, your dragon lover,” he replied softly, lowering his head and pressing his mouth to hers. Desire rippled through his body at the contact, and he made her open her mouth to him, tasting her sweetness and her heat. Her power pulsed against him, washing over him like hot lava, but he held her, deepening his kiss, rolling his tongue in her mouth, moving his lips against hers urgently. He felt her pressing into him, his cock erect and against her belly, throbbing. The drum and chanting became louder in his ears. Cassandra began to tremble against him, and he clutched her tighter, forcing his tongue deep as he could get it, claiming her mouth, his eyes open, watching hers dimming beneath the half-closed lids. She moaned, slumped a bit, then began to move her body against his, her firm breasts pressing into his chest.

“Yes, dragon man,” she gasped, and he knew she had given herself to him. He pulled back from her and looked into her eyes. They were soft, honey-brown and full of acceptance.

“Now, you are mine, Cassandra,” he breathed, “All of you.”

Marcus felt fullness in his chest he had never experienced before as he drew her into another passionate kiss, grinding his body against hers in urgency. This was Cassandra in his arms, the Obeah woman, the woman he thought he would never have. He slid his mouth over her throat, his hands exploring her body hungrily. The Obeah threw her head back, sighing in pleasure, arching her body against his, lost to herself. The dragon man was taking her soul away from her. Neither Obediah nor Joseph had made her feel this way. Marcus stopped suddenly, and she felt like she would never take another breath.

“I have to lay you down,” he panted, lifting her and dropping to one knee and lowering her gently, stretching her out on the bed of broad leaves. She was breathing heavily, her eyes fixed on his face with such desire, he felt his stomach leap. He looked down at her body, dark and lovely, glistening in the firelight, writhing slightly, begging him silently for more. He moved over her, holding himself above her body with his arms, and kissed her again, letting his lips trail over her chin, to her throat, over her shoulders, kissing every inch of her flesh, loving her with his mouth. He had never felt the need to taste every inch of a woman’s body, but her taste was sweet. He came to her breasts, and kissed them all over, running his tongue over them, then suckling her. She arched up into him, muttering words he couldn’t understand, her exotic voice beautiful with need and pleasure. He ran his lips over her belly, the sounds of the drums becoming deafening in his ears as he kissed the symbol above her pubic hair. He stopped, parting her thighs, and blowing on her sex. She stiffened, her hand coming to his head as she raised her own.

“I don’t know this, Marcus,” she said softly, her eyes wide.

“You are mine, Cassandra. I will have my pleasure of you…and give you pleasure. I’ll show you what it means to have a dragon man for a lover,” he replied, his eyes black

He lowered his head and gently licked her clit, and Cassandra buckled, crying out, her hand grasping his hair convulsively. She had never felt anything like this.

“Dragon man…” she said brokenly, “it is too much…”

“Shhh,” Marcus soothed her, and began to taste her in earnest. She tasted like hot fruit, and he bathed her with his tongue as she cried out, her hips bucking against him. Knowing he was the first man to do this to the Obeah made him determined to make her orgasm around his tongue. He thrust his hot muscle inside her, and for the first time he heard her scream his name. Gods, it was beautiful.

He had to hold her firmly as he laved her pussy, drinking in the sweet juices that were starting to dribble out. Cassandra was covered in sweat, calling out the name of gods Marcus had never heard before as he pleasured her beyond her limit. She was bucking her pelvis against him as he spread her lips to gain more access. His heart pounded as her voice became shriller and shriller and he kissed, and licked and probed her until she keened and let out a stream of broken patois as she came, her pussy clamping around his tongue, juices flowing like a river from her orifice. Marcus drank her in, his eyes closed in pleasure, staying with her until she finished, her voice dropping to a passionate whisper, her hands stroking his hair gently. He lifted himself, and moved back over her, letting his body rest on hers, sliding himself between her thighs and looking down at her. There was shock, wonder and a little embarrassment on the Obeah’s face, but her eyes were tender…loving as she looked up at him, her breasts still rising and falling with the power of her release.

“I didn’t know there was more than one way…” she said softly.

Marcus traced her mouth with his fingertip, his eyes soft.

“There are many ways, Cassandra. I plan to show you them all,” he breathed, the drums slowing in his head as he paused in his possession of the Obeah. He kissed her, and Cassandra tasted herself on his lips. She was sweet. She never knew that. This was all new to her. Obediah and Joseph had never gone down on her. She was loving her dragon man, for true, anxious for more of him. Anxious to have him inside her. She moved under him impatiently.

“You are good, Marcus. Give me more. Finish the ritual. Enter me,” she breathed.

Marcus looked down at her, and his cock suddenly swelled, aching for her. He couldn’t deny any of her desires. His eyes telescoped, and he began to grind against her mercilessly with his cock, making her groan with need. He pressed down hard against her, and she gasped.

“Cassandra, I’ve wanted you so long. This will not be gentle, Obeah,” he breathed as he positioned his swollen cock against her, looping his arm under one of her thighs and pulling it upward, opening her to him.

She looked up at him, her eyes glazed with desire as he held her so strongly. Again, no other lover had been such a way. She wanted him to do this badly. She had a feeling the dragon man was going to take her to a place she had never been, in this world or the next. And she wanted to go.

“I always knew lying with you would not be gentle, dragon man. It was always in your eyes, your desire, your hard need though I know your tenderness towards me. I believe your strength will protect me. Don’t let them take me, dragon man, there will be time for tenderness later,” she whispered, arching against him, pushing herself against his cock. She was wet and ready. Marcus throbbed

“The only one who will take you, Cassandra, is me,” he growled.

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A/N: A little culture shock for Cassandra. I think she took it rather well, don’t you? Please review.