The Claiming of Cassandra
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Harry Potter › Het - Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
6
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5,320
Reviews:
47
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0
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The Dragon Claims His Own
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 5 ~ The Dragon Claims His Own
“You are holding me so…ooh!” Cassandra cried out as Marcus slid inside her deeply, filling her completely, his balls pressing against her ass. His eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure and satisfaction as he finally felt the Obeah woman’s softness and warmth sheathe around his cock. He had waited so long for this, and she felt as good as he dreamed she would.
“Cassandra baby’ he groaned, as his eyes fell to her face, her hot eyes meeting his, her full lips parted in passion.
As Marcus looked at the woman lying beneath him, wrapped around him, in his mind images and emotions of the past two years began to flash past. When he first saw her at the Three Broomsticks inn. Her driving away his fear and lifting him up after he was overcome on the Astral Plane. Her smile of pleasure when he came to the island. Wiping the sweat from his body with a cool towel. The quiet moments spent with her, watching her feed the fire. Listening to her speak of all the beauty in the world. Her scolding him soundly for his impure thoughts. Her chaste kisses. The many sunsets shared. The sense of peace she brought him. The feeling of being wanted just as he was…
Marcus’ heart seemed to shatter and expand as he began to thrust into Cassandra wildly, longing to be as close to her, as deep in her as he could possibly be, his eyes blazing down into hers, his body claiming all her beauty, kindness and devotion as his own, burying himself inside of her over and over, his passion jerking her body roughly beneath him as she cried out at the forcefulness of his possession. She saw what passed through his mind, could feel his emotion and knew he what he was feeling as he drove into her was more than lust, more than his fulfilling of a long-desired physical urge.
Marcus stopped only long enough to put Cassandra’s legs over his shoulders, opening the Obeah wide beneath him. She gasped as he lifted himself on his arms and slammed his hips against her, driving himself into her, taking her more violently than either of her lovers had ever done. There was pain, a delicious ache in the small of her back that she didn’t want to stop, because a sweetness was building up inside her with every powerful stroke the dragon man gave her, something that made her want to fly, to fall apart, but not yet. Not yet. She gave herself over to the pleasure completely. There was no world now. Only Marcus.
Marcus watched her as he took her, her face, her body…this was his fantasy, this was his dream…she was…his.
The drums in his head were louder than ever, and the chanting voices were egging him on. He lost himself in the pleasure of her inner body caressing, squeezing, pulsing hot and wet around him, his mouth slack as he plunged his cock between her dark thighs with abandon, his glistening, iron shaft sliding in and out of her juicy orifice as if it had always been his. He rode her body for all he was worth, releasing all the pent up desire he had held for her for the past two years. She felt good to him, right under him...she belonged beneath him. He took his time possessing her, feeling he could last forever. It was then that he felt the darkness descend, pulling at him, trying to shove his desire for Cassandra aside.
“No!” he cried, falling onto Cassandra and holding her close, never losing his stroke, claiming her desperately as she writhed beneath him, unaware of the battle, lost to him and herself, all passion, all emotion, her voice rising like a siren’s into the night sky. And the darkness tried to crush him, to show him it was stronger, and had its own claim to the Obeah, but Marcus held on to Cassandra, finding strength in her desire for him, in her voice calling to him, needing him…maybe…loving him.
“You can’t have her,” his mind screamed, “she’s given herself to me!”
Marcus kissed the Obeah woman, delving deep into her mouth, possessing it jealously against the force trying to take her, knowing the woman beneath him was only dimly aware of his kiss, she was so lost in the pleasures of his thrusting body, and the power his cock pounding inside her. Her body was slick with oil and sweat now, and she gleamed in the firelight beneath him, completely vulnerable, completely his. He had to hold on to her, or he would lose her.
He could feel anger pulsing around him, and it felt as if the night itself were trying to press down on him. But the Obeah was sheathed around him, responding to him, pleasuring him, giving him the strength to hold back the darkness. He slammed into her softness, and Cassandra came out of her bliss and screamed his name. The pressure lessened. He lifted himself again with effort, stroking into her body, shifting his hips left and right to make her conscious of him, giving her the greatest pleasure, making her eyes fly open as he buried himself inside her again and again, claiming her, bringing her toward her peak. The pressure returned.
“Say my name, Cassandra!” he said to her as he pistoned into her body, fighting the weight that was trying to crush him, break him, tear him away from her, hoping she could respond through her mindless abandon.
“Marcus!” the Obeah woman cried brokenly. He thrust harder, feeling the pressure lifting even as he felt her beginning to tighten around him.
“Again, Obeah!” he demanded, throwing his body against hers, plunging and bucking so hard she slid up across the leaves beneath them. He followed her, never ceasing his possession, never releasing her to the forces that would take her from him. “Say my name, Obeah!” he demanded again, willing her to hear him above her own cries.
“Marcus! Marcus!” she cried, her face contorting with the pleasure rising inside her.
The pressure around him was almost gone. Cassandra’s honey eyes were open again, locked to his now, hot and needy, wanting release…
“Dragon man…please…please” she cried, pushing up to meet him, trembling and shuddering
Marcus dropped on to her body, and wrapped his arms under her shoulders and pulled her down to him as he drove his cock into her over and over with all the passion and strength he could give, his muscles bunched and flexing, sweat pouring off his body, the drumming and chanting in his ears deafening him.
Cassandra shrieked as he plunged through the sweetness coiled inside her, breaking it open and she was pulled inside herself, tight and small, then thrown out into an ecstasy deep and wide as the sea, sky and earth, her joy immense, expanding, her body riding a wave of indescribable pleasure, feeling the dragon man sailing with her, his hardness still with her, and then she was melting, rolling over him like thunder, drawing him down inside her…and she could feel his heart beating like it was her own, feel his blood as if it moved through her veins and then her body became his body and she was no longer alone, feeling him shudder and howl as he released his pulsing stream of fire forcefully inside her.
Marcus groaned as Cassandra’s body convulsed and tightened around him, her orgasm so intense she lifted his body high into the air as her back arched, then she gushed over him, shrieking…and the threatening pressure left him as his pleasure at her fulfillment gripped him, forcing him over the edge, his balls tightening and exploding, his release so powerful he shook at its intensity, and he howled to the night sky as he filled her with his seed. The drumming and chanting stopped abruptly, and it was only he and she, as one body as one being, floating, flying, blended in perfect union, in perfect peace.
Marcus lay on Cassandra, feeling her heart beating frantically against his own, her body shuddering as his shuddered, both quaking against each other as they returned to earth. He held her tightly, his face pressed against her throat, her hair, now wild and frizzed, stuck to the side of his face as he gasped for breath. He felt complete and whole. Fulfilled, like the world had finally given him his due. He lifted his head, and looked down at Cassandra. Her eyes were closed, and a tired smile was plastered on her face as her breathing began to slow. Her face was wet with perspiration and he blew on her gently, cooling her brow. Her honey eyes opened, and she looked at him in a way no woman had ever looked at him before. He had seen satisfaction in a woman’s eyes after he had taken her, but this…this was something more, something beautiful, primal and pure that seemed to well up from the Obeah’s soul.
“You didn’t leave me,” she whispered.
“No, Cassandra. I told you I wouldn’t,” Marcus said softly. He felt he could look at her like this forever. They lay there together in silence, holding each other, listening as the sounds of the night returned.
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A/N: Whew! That’s all I can say. Please review. Epilogue follows.
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Chapter 5 ~ The Dragon Claims His Own
“You are holding me so…ooh!” Cassandra cried out as Marcus slid inside her deeply, filling her completely, his balls pressing against her ass. His eyes rolled back in his head with pleasure and satisfaction as he finally felt the Obeah woman’s softness and warmth sheathe around his cock. He had waited so long for this, and she felt as good as he dreamed she would.
“Cassandra baby’ he groaned, as his eyes fell to her face, her hot eyes meeting his, her full lips parted in passion.
As Marcus looked at the woman lying beneath him, wrapped around him, in his mind images and emotions of the past two years began to flash past. When he first saw her at the Three Broomsticks inn. Her driving away his fear and lifting him up after he was overcome on the Astral Plane. Her smile of pleasure when he came to the island. Wiping the sweat from his body with a cool towel. The quiet moments spent with her, watching her feed the fire. Listening to her speak of all the beauty in the world. Her scolding him soundly for his impure thoughts. Her chaste kisses. The many sunsets shared. The sense of peace she brought him. The feeling of being wanted just as he was…
Marcus’ heart seemed to shatter and expand as he began to thrust into Cassandra wildly, longing to be as close to her, as deep in her as he could possibly be, his eyes blazing down into hers, his body claiming all her beauty, kindness and devotion as his own, burying himself inside of her over and over, his passion jerking her body roughly beneath him as she cried out at the forcefulness of his possession. She saw what passed through his mind, could feel his emotion and knew he what he was feeling as he drove into her was more than lust, more than his fulfilling of a long-desired physical urge.
Marcus stopped only long enough to put Cassandra’s legs over his shoulders, opening the Obeah wide beneath him. She gasped as he lifted himself on his arms and slammed his hips against her, driving himself into her, taking her more violently than either of her lovers had ever done. There was pain, a delicious ache in the small of her back that she didn’t want to stop, because a sweetness was building up inside her with every powerful stroke the dragon man gave her, something that made her want to fly, to fall apart, but not yet. Not yet. She gave herself over to the pleasure completely. There was no world now. Only Marcus.
Marcus watched her as he took her, her face, her body…this was his fantasy, this was his dream…she was…his.
The drums in his head were louder than ever, and the chanting voices were egging him on. He lost himself in the pleasure of her inner body caressing, squeezing, pulsing hot and wet around him, his mouth slack as he plunged his cock between her dark thighs with abandon, his glistening, iron shaft sliding in and out of her juicy orifice as if it had always been his. He rode her body for all he was worth, releasing all the pent up desire he had held for her for the past two years. She felt good to him, right under him...she belonged beneath him. He took his time possessing her, feeling he could last forever. It was then that he felt the darkness descend, pulling at him, trying to shove his desire for Cassandra aside.
“No!” he cried, falling onto Cassandra and holding her close, never losing his stroke, claiming her desperately as she writhed beneath him, unaware of the battle, lost to him and herself, all passion, all emotion, her voice rising like a siren’s into the night sky. And the darkness tried to crush him, to show him it was stronger, and had its own claim to the Obeah, but Marcus held on to Cassandra, finding strength in her desire for him, in her voice calling to him, needing him…maybe…loving him.
“You can’t have her,” his mind screamed, “she’s given herself to me!”
Marcus kissed the Obeah woman, delving deep into her mouth, possessing it jealously against the force trying to take her, knowing the woman beneath him was only dimly aware of his kiss, she was so lost in the pleasures of his thrusting body, and the power his cock pounding inside her. Her body was slick with oil and sweat now, and she gleamed in the firelight beneath him, completely vulnerable, completely his. He had to hold on to her, or he would lose her.
He could feel anger pulsing around him, and it felt as if the night itself were trying to press down on him. But the Obeah was sheathed around him, responding to him, pleasuring him, giving him the strength to hold back the darkness. He slammed into her softness, and Cassandra came out of her bliss and screamed his name. The pressure lessened. He lifted himself again with effort, stroking into her body, shifting his hips left and right to make her conscious of him, giving her the greatest pleasure, making her eyes fly open as he buried himself inside her again and again, claiming her, bringing her toward her peak. The pressure returned.
“Say my name, Cassandra!” he said to her as he pistoned into her body, fighting the weight that was trying to crush him, break him, tear him away from her, hoping she could respond through her mindless abandon.
“Marcus!” the Obeah woman cried brokenly. He thrust harder, feeling the pressure lifting even as he felt her beginning to tighten around him.
“Again, Obeah!” he demanded, throwing his body against hers, plunging and bucking so hard she slid up across the leaves beneath them. He followed her, never ceasing his possession, never releasing her to the forces that would take her from him. “Say my name, Obeah!” he demanded again, willing her to hear him above her own cries.
“Marcus! Marcus!” she cried, her face contorting with the pleasure rising inside her.
The pressure around him was almost gone. Cassandra’s honey eyes were open again, locked to his now, hot and needy, wanting release…
“Dragon man…please…please” she cried, pushing up to meet him, trembling and shuddering
Marcus dropped on to her body, and wrapped his arms under her shoulders and pulled her down to him as he drove his cock into her over and over with all the passion and strength he could give, his muscles bunched and flexing, sweat pouring off his body, the drumming and chanting in his ears deafening him.
Cassandra shrieked as he plunged through the sweetness coiled inside her, breaking it open and she was pulled inside herself, tight and small, then thrown out into an ecstasy deep and wide as the sea, sky and earth, her joy immense, expanding, her body riding a wave of indescribable pleasure, feeling the dragon man sailing with her, his hardness still with her, and then she was melting, rolling over him like thunder, drawing him down inside her…and she could feel his heart beating like it was her own, feel his blood as if it moved through her veins and then her body became his body and she was no longer alone, feeling him shudder and howl as he released his pulsing stream of fire forcefully inside her.
Marcus groaned as Cassandra’s body convulsed and tightened around him, her orgasm so intense she lifted his body high into the air as her back arched, then she gushed over him, shrieking…and the threatening pressure left him as his pleasure at her fulfillment gripped him, forcing him over the edge, his balls tightening and exploding, his release so powerful he shook at its intensity, and he howled to the night sky as he filled her with his seed. The drumming and chanting stopped abruptly, and it was only he and she, as one body as one being, floating, flying, blended in perfect union, in perfect peace.
Marcus lay on Cassandra, feeling her heart beating frantically against his own, her body shuddering as his shuddered, both quaking against each other as they returned to earth. He held her tightly, his face pressed against her throat, her hair, now wild and frizzed, stuck to the side of his face as he gasped for breath. He felt complete and whole. Fulfilled, like the world had finally given him his due. He lifted his head, and looked down at Cassandra. Her eyes were closed, and a tired smile was plastered on her face as her breathing began to slow. Her face was wet with perspiration and he blew on her gently, cooling her brow. Her honey eyes opened, and she looked at him in a way no woman had ever looked at him before. He had seen satisfaction in a woman’s eyes after he had taken her, but this…this was something more, something beautiful, primal and pure that seemed to well up from the Obeah’s soul.
“You didn’t leave me,” she whispered.
“No, Cassandra. I told you I wouldn’t,” Marcus said softly. He felt he could look at her like this forever. They lay there together in silence, holding each other, listening as the sounds of the night returned.
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A/N: Whew! That’s all I can say. Please review. Epilogue follows.