Title: Familiar

Rating: M

Warnings: Smut, Oral, Blood, Detail

Summary: The final part of her sorceress training is to summon a familiar, but Marinette Dupain-Cheng received more than she was bargaining for. (Warning: Detailed Lemon)

Note: Wow. Four years to not write smut is a long time.

"Familiar"

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Her heart thumped rapidly, nerves getting the best of her. She swallowed, raising a shaky hand to her chest in a meager attempt to calm her everlasting fears. This was the moment. She had trained for this day. All her arduous work was for this, the time when she would become a true sorceress. Marinette Dupain-cheng had participated in magical studies since the age of twelve, learning under the wisest of witches in her tiny village and anticipating the day she would finally become one of them and join their ranks. Her parents had never dabbled in the craft themselves, having chosen to live the life of humble bakers instead. Their daughter's interest in such things as witchcraft surprised them slightly, but it only made sense in a village where sorcery was held in high regard. So, with but a hint of disappointment that she would not follow in their footsteps, they accepted her wishes and enrolled her in the nearby institution of magic.

The elders quickly decided that Marinette harbored a gift for the trade and immediately took her in. This- however- did not mean that she went without hardships in her training. Those such as the mayor's daughter, Chloé Bourgeois, tormented the girl to no end… Sabotaging Marinette's potions, tripping the girl in the mess hall, kicking her feet out from under her at flying practice… The list went on and so forth.

On the contrary, this only made Marinette stronger. She became hardened over the course of her schooling, more quick-witted and calculating. Before she knew it, Marinette had risen to become one of the top students of her class. She passed all obstacles thus far and now only one remained, the summoning of her familiar.

All witches and warlocks were required to go through this final phase of training, but the thought still managed to frighten Marinette. She had heard of horror stories about beasts turning on their masters, slaughtering them on the very runes they had been summoned by. Of course, those few instances were by demons who swore to bow to no human, but the thought was still terrifying. Marinette could only pray that her familiar would be a kind spirit that would bond well with her over a given time.

"Child, are you fully prepared?" The words snapped Marinette out of her reverie, and she instantly nodded her head. She was. The past twenty minutes had been spent bathing her in the proper oils and incense required for the ritual. She had been dressed appropriately in a thin maroon material that left naught to the imagination. Rouge was carefully applied to her cheeks and her lips painted a ruby red. Markings were etched on her palms as Marinette shivered in the chill room. Although all of this was necessary, she still could not help but feel very exposed and frightened. "Then let us go." An elderly witch then led her by the arm, outside of the preparation chamber and into the stone courtyard.

Beneath the full moon, on the eve of her twentieth birthday, Marinette Dupain-cheng would be transformed into a proper sorceress. She stood before all officials present, awaiting their chants and words spoken to the heavens. With this, the ritual began. There was no turning back, the runes had already begun to glow. This was it. She provided the blood for the summoning. Having accepted a dagger from a nearby warlock, she pierced her own skin and slid the blade across her palm. There was a twinge of pain, and Marinette flinched ever so slightly. The weapon was then taken from her as she chanted the words required of her, squeezing her hand to produce more blood. The crimson essence descended to the circle below, steaming upon contact. This was it. Her heart beat faster. This was the moment Marinette's life would change forever. "Come forth. For, I summon thee." Upon her final words, a column of smoke arose from the center of the alter, temporarily blinding its casters.

The thin tendrils of light dissipated as all now stood clear. Marinette first did not see what it was she summoned but instead heard. A sound, one she did not expect to hear- especially at a summoning of all places. A loud mewl had resounded at her feet, and upon proper inspection she was instantly enchanted by green eyes.

A lean house cat dark as the night and with the most startling jade irises she had ever laid sight upon. A gasp escaped her throat as he padded towards her and pawed at her ankles. The cat lazily rubbed against her feet and purred happily.

"Are you… my familiar?" A meow was her only answer. The elders began to whisper amongst themselves, indeed very confused. In every instance of a master-familiar relationship, the two individuals would be able to communicate with one another. This, however, did not appear the case for Marinette Dupain-cheng. Marinette herself was addled. Who had ever received a pet as their familiar? Maybe the summoning wasn't performed properly? Perhaps a stray-cat had wandered in the middle of the ritual in the hopes for food? These were here only guesses as the elders finally chose to approach.

"Well, this is certainly different…" Her potions master remarked.

"Quite, but he is indeed your familiar, Marinette." The headmaster quickly added. The said young woman had picked up the black cat, who now snuggled contently in her arms.

"Are you for certain, Mr. Damocles? He hasn't said one word to me."

"The tattoo you were given at the beginning of your training, he bares it on his shoulder." He gestured to where the cat was marked in his dark fur. "There have been extremely rare times when familiars communicate with their masters in numerous ways. For instance, with those who are deaf or mute."

"But Sir, I am neither of those things…"

"I know, Marinette, but let's give him some time. Maybe he will try to communicate soon. Congratulations again, Ms. Cheng." With this said, the ritual was complete and Marinette remained with her so-called familiar. She glanced at the feline now licking his paw. Admittedly, the animal was adorable, but still how would he manage to guard her if need be? That was the entire point of this final exercise. A familiar was a sorcerer's guardian, ally, and even sometimes friend for life.

"What am I going to do?"

'Mrrrowww~!'

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She had quickly covered herself and ventured home, but not without a couple of her classmates first stopping her on the street and congratulating her on her achievement. Thank the gods that they didn't notice her new pet. It was already midnight and pitch-black outside. Only a few torches were scattered here and there along the road, making visibility an issue when it came to nightfall. Marinette thanked her friends for their generosity, but then darted home.

She arrived at her small house exhausted, placing the cat on the floor and flopping on her feather mattress. Another meow. She groaned. She was still extremely embarrassed from the ritual. Of course, she had to have the rottenest luck. Stuck with a familiar who could not talk to her, who was just there. Not any different from the addition of a new family pet. She was lucky to now live alone or else her parents would be pestering her all-night long. At first, they had been hesitant of her career choice, but they eventually accepted it and were now proud of how much progress she had made. Marinette dreaded them hounding her the following morning.

The woman raised her head enough to look at the familiar and sighed. Marinette sat up and shed the thin shawl she had wrapped around her body, draping it across her nearby desk chair. She smiled and gestured for the cat to jump on her bed. They animal surprisingly knew exactly what she was thinking and plopped down beside her.

"Here, you can sleep beside me tonight until I can find you a proper bed in the morning." She scratched behind his ears, and he purred in response. "It might not be fancy, but this is my home and you are always welcome." She appreciated the warmth the animal's company brought with it. Just another living thing present made a world of difference. She had gotten used to living alone, so it would take her a while to adjust to the new arrangement. Pulling up the blanket at the bottom of her bed, she covered them both and yawned. "Good night, Kitty. Sweet dreams." She had extinguished the only lit candle then quickly fell into a deep slumber.

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A whisper of fingers trailing lazily across ivory skin. A brush of the blanket away from her body. Her gentle sigh as he tucked away a strand of ebony hair. Eyes roamed her luscious curves as he licked his lips. The maroon material for the ritual did very little to cover her body. He noticed her slim stomach, how it led to pert breasts now pressed slightly by her bent arm. Her nipples were clearly visible through her sheer dress, hardened by the cool air. He leaned forward and kissed her ear, allowing his lips to graze to the crook of her neck. At last, he lapped at the column of her throat, sighing in content.

Marinette was coaxed awake by a wetness on her throat. Opening her eyes slowly, the feeling at first did not register with her. Confused, she finally became more fully awake. She immediately stiffened, afraid to move too much. Had some pervert climbed into her window in the middle of the night? Had a stalker or burglar broke into her home? Terrible theories swarmed in her mind.

She whimpered as the licking abruptly stopped and there was a lack of warmth from behind her. "Whatever is the matter, Marinette?" Her eyelids flew open as she was turned onto her back.

A man. The most gorgeous man she had ever seen. With a bronzed complexion and smoldering jade eyes. He was surprisingly calm, not having a face contorted in a frown or twisted pleasure. He merely stared at her, looking for a response. Her eyes could not help but venture south, further analyzing him. A handsome face led to perfectly sculpted abs and a well-toned abdomen. A line of blonde pubic hair trailed from his belly button all the way down to-… Her eyes bulged. Was that-? Oh my gods! It was!

She quickly averted her eyes and blushed the deepest red she had in all her life. This man. He was completely nude! Au natural! In her house! In her bed! ON TOP OF HER!

Marinette could not breath, her red face quickly turning purple.

"Marinette…!" The man grasped her shoulders as she fainted.

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The morning sunlight filtered through Marinette's curtains as she awoke. That dream. It had been so strange. So real. She could remember the gorgeous blonde man, how in the dream he almost looked concerned for her. She could still feel the warmth of his tongue, how it dragged across her skin, lit a fire in her stomach. She shivered all the way to her core at the memory. A deep ache, unlike anything she had felt before, appeared from nowhere, causing her to lightly blush. That person. He was so extremely attractive… He could have been a god.

Shaking her head, she tried to forget about his captivating gaze. Deciding it was best to eat breakfast, she stood and wandered towards her kitchen. She was startled to find the same naked man from her dreams to be cooking at her fire place, still nude mind you. Marinette gaped like a fish as he turned to her and smiled. "Good morning. You're feeling better I hope." He turned back to the boiling kettle and carefully removed it from the flames.

"Wh-Wh-Wh-Who are-are-are y-y-you!?" Marinette managed to ask a single question.

"Forgive me. I did not know that my true form would startle you this much."

"True- True form!? What!?"

"Do you not remember?" He turned to her once more and pointed to himself. "I'm your familiar."

"FAMILIAR!?" She went silent for a second then laughed. "Unless you can sprout cat ears and a tail, I'm afraid, Sir, that you are not my familiar!" He was insane. He was literally insane! The man with a body of the gods was a lunatic. Of course! Just her luck.

To her surprise, the man walked towards her, making her inch away instinctively. Her back hit the stone wall, and he stood before her. Marinette was once again frightened as he commanded her to close her eyes. Shockingly, she obeyed the strange man who had appeared in her house in the middle of the night. There was a puff of smoke that hit her face, and Marinette coughed. Opening her eyes, she saw her familiar, the black cat who could not speak. Another bout of smoke, and the man was once again in front of her.

"You really are…" She was shocked beyond words as he grabbed her by the waist. "Why didn't you tell me in the first place?" He rested his forehead against hers, looking deep into her eyes.

"My magic hadn't fully been restored yet from the ritual. You were so peacefully asleep when I regained it that I wouldn't dare wake you, My Lady." She happened to notice the tattoo on his shoulder.

"But why did you…? My neck…" She once again blushed.

"I couldn't resist. Your body is just so tempting, especially with the outfit you are wearing." She glanced down at her appearance, noting that she still had on the ritual robes which displayed her entire body. Marinette blushed even further. "And also…," He grazed his mouth and nose once more over her neck, "… I have every intention to make you my mate.".

"M- Mate!?" She was startled by his sudden proclamation but did nothing to stop his following actions. He licked at the tattoo on her neck, glancing up to see her reaction, eyes full of hunger and lust.

"It's not uncommon, Marinette. I want you to truly be my life partner."

"But… we just met." He nipped at her earlobe.

"Do not fret. Please just trust me, My Lady."

"I don't even know your name…!" It came out as a gasp as he kissed behind her ear.

Pulling back to properly look her in the eye, he whispered, "Adrien. You can call me Adrien."

"Adrien…" The warmth in her belly was too much. Their lips met in a gentle but lustful kiss as they embraced. His hands traversed her hips and thighs. Marinette could already feel his hardness pressing against her lower regions. This only compelled her further into submission. Adrien was the word seduction morphed into a single being. His lips and tongue were everywhere, licking here kissing there. Although he was desperate to have her, Marinette was surprised with just how gentle he was being. Never once was he truly rough with her. If he felt that he had gone too far, he would apologize or ask for further permission. Adrien's sinful tongue had eventually traveled down to her heaving bosom, darting towards her hard, sensitive nipples. He licked slow circles around them, teasing her in just the right amount to drive her insane. "Adrien, please!" He took her panting as a sign to proceed with his ministrations. Adrien then sucked on her fabric covered peak, massaging the other breast at the same time. She moaned in pleasure as she ground their hips together, begging for more. He groaned as he sucked harder then moved on to the breast he neglected, switching his hands.

Eventually, the man decided that he needed more, oh so much more… He once again kissed his master, now beginning to remove her thin, wet garment. She was more than thrilled to toss it aside and quickly resume kissing Adrien. They made their way to her bedroom, not once prying away from one another. Now completely naked and on the bed, Adrien began to rut against her sex. He could immediately tell that she was soaking wet, highly pleased with his work but not completely satisfied.

"Marinette,…" Kiss, "…let me show you even more pleasure." A moan was her only response as he removed himself from her and grabbed her leg. Perching the limb on his shoulder, he bowed his head and licked at her dripping folds, tasting her. She cried out as he began to feast on her core, lapping languidly with every sweep of his tongue. Just as she was on the cusp of something wonderful, Adrien stopped. She could have smacked him. How dare he deny her something that felt so heavenly? Marinette whimpered in protest but became intrigued as he sat on his knees. "My Lady, may I ask if you are willing to…?" She sat up to face him, confused by his words.

"To do what, Adrien?" He gestured to his own genitalia and blushed along with Marinette. "Would you please touch me as well?" Marinette understood his sudden nervousness and felt herself inching towards her familiar. Swallowing her nerves, she reached out and grasped his shaft. Adrien gasped. Now with it in the light, Marinette could properly admire this part of him. Adrien was incredibly well endowed, standing at eight and a half inches with a wide girth. The appendage twitched in her hand, throbbing as she tested how to stroke it. Perhaps if she used her tongue as well…?

Adrien was speechless as she pushed him down at the stomach and proceeded in lapping at his thick cock. She gripped the base of the shaft with one hand and cupped his balls in the other. As she kissed the head, she gently rubbed his testicles. Marinette tried to replicate the same experience he had just given her. She wanted more than anything for him to feel just as much pleasure.

She then took him fully into her mouth, and Adrien was pleasantly surprised that she hadn't gagged. Marinette feasted on his cock, sucking him in as she fondled his balls and took the majority of his length. Heaven. Adrien was in heaven. He was whining because it was just so good. Her mouth was arguably better than his own, and his orgasm was fast approaching.

Just as he had done with her, Marinette ended it right before he finished. By this point, they were panting for one another. She yanked Adrien by the arm and he landed on top of her. They kissed again as they rubbed their sexes against each other, almost to the point of humping. "Mari…"

"Adrien, me too. Please. Put it in…!" Adrien complied, grasping his girth and angling it at her entrance. He slowly pushed inside of her, grazing her insides. Once he was almost completely in, he met her barrier. Looking at her for confirmation, he was met with a smile and nod. He pulled out to the tip and plunged within her. Marinette cried out in both pleasure and slight pain.

"I'm so sorry, Mari. Did I hurt you?" Adrien was concerned when he felt the warmth of her blood trickling around him.

"I'm fine. I'll be alright in a few moments. Right now, it's just a bit uncomfortable." He nodded and waited patiently for her to give him the go ahead. It was difficult to with her walls clenching on him so much, but he managed for her sake. "Alright; you can move." With that said, Adrien quickly began pushing himself in and out of her, gasping as he went. After a couple minutes of slow pushing and grinding, Marinette began to feel extreme pleasure. "Please, faster." She gripped onto his shoulders as he then pounded into her. Every thrust had her whimpering in bliss, and sweat ran down her body. Adrien was in much the same state, plunging his cock from only the tip to balls deep in a matter of seconds. The bed rocked violently against the wall with their vigorous fucking.

Marinette couldn't hold on much longer. The two of them screamed as they came, his semen filling her. Panting, Adrien pulled out of her and turned her on her stomach and immediately shoved his thick penis into her once more. She cried out as he gripped her hands as she grabbed onto the sheets. His hips moved madly as he properly fucked her in a doggy style position. By the end, they were both sobbing for release. Adrien allowed his head to rest on Marinette's shoulder as he kissed the mark on her neck and rutted against his lover. With a series of powerful thrusts, Marinette came and Adrien pumped the last load of cum from his balls.

"Ngh!" He collapsed to the side of Marinette and gasped as she struggled to regain her breath as well.

"That was…!"

"Agreed…" He hummed in amusement, pulling her closer and kissing her hair. "…,My Lady."

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(A.N.) Well, I don't think I've written any lemons in four years now, so I thought it was about time for something new.