Some folks had wondered about Hermione's parents, which is so thoughtful of you! I think I said in the beginning that they were in Australia and a bit estranged. Let's say, for our purposes here, they aren't a big fan of the magic because of the war and they wouldn't understand the whole Sorcery thing - so they would only add to her stress, not improve her state of mind. She'll call them when it's done. ;-)
Disclaimer - I don't own Harry Potter. I would buy Marcus, if he were for sale.
Now - Marcus! All marcus, all the time.
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Hermione checked her reflection one last time. She didn't know what Marcus had planned for them that night. He'd loved her leather trousers, so she decided to go with leather again. She wore a dark purple leather sleeveless dress that stopped just above her knees. Hermione paired it with very high black heels so she would be taller, although no heels would ever put her on eye level with Marcus.
Almost everyone had gone. Hermione had spent the afternoon relaxing, talking to Susan about the renovations, and reading a little about the third ritual. Blaise had been advertising for eligible wizards to attend the last ritual, but Hermione didn't want to think of that right now. She had a date with Marcus.
"You look delicious, kitten," Adrian smiled as she came out of the dressing room.
"Marcus does love leather," Blaise added.
"Which knickers did you put on?" Theo whispered in her ear, coming up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. "I want to picture them."
"Who says I'm wearing any at all?" Hermione teased. She did have on a pair of black boy-short style knickers, but Theo didn't need to know that.
"You are being quite naughty," Theo scolded.
"When it's time for our date on Thursday, you'll have to do something about that," Hermione giggled.
"You can bet I will," Theo affirmed. He smiled and gave her a soft swat on her rear.
Draco had already gone home to have a nice dinner with his parents. The whole family was excited about their new addition.
"Ready, princess?" Marcus asked, coming into the room. His eyes devoured her. "You look gorgeous."
Hermione smiled and managed to hardly blush at all.
"Am I dressed alright for what you have planned?" she asked.
"You look perfect," Marcus said, pulling her flush to him. "I hope you don't mind a low-key night, though. You said you wanted your magic to get to know us, so I thought I would plan my idea of a perfect date."
"That's a wonderful idea!" Hermione praised. She really thought it was. The four wizards were so different, but she found it impossible to choose between them. Each one complimented her in some way; at least she thought so. She hoped her magic would feel it as well.
"Marcus' perfect date? So that's just shagging, then?" Blaise teased.
"Right, so all you tossers need to clear out and give us some privacy," Marcus said, rolling his eyes.
Hermione shook her head at their teasing.
"What are you all up to tonight?" Hermione asked them, picking up her bag and a thin black cardigan to wear when it got chilly later.
"Theo and I have invited ourselves over to Blaise's house for dinner," Adrian smiled.
"Have fun," Hermione said. She gave Adrian and Theo each a goodbye kiss, then she and Marcus left.
Marcus' arm wrapped around her waist and they walked to the Apparition boundary. It was a beautiful night. Marcus took Hermione side-along to their destination. Hermione looked around and saw they were in a bustling city similar to wizarding London.
"We're in Edinburgh," Marcus informed her. "I like this city, the energy and the people. If it were the weekend during the day, I'd take you to a Muggle rugby game. Those blokes know how to have a good time, even though it would be better with flying."
Hermione laughed.
"There's a pub here in wizarding Edinburgh that I like," Marcus said, leading her down the street, his arm still firmly wrapped around her. Hermione smiled and leaned into him as they walked.
"What do you like about it?"
"It's easy and not pretentious," Marcus said after a moment of thought. "The food is great and the people are friendly. It's all simple, but homey and comfortable. They also have loads of fun. I started going there when I was still playing Quidditch. It's not the sort of place groupies hang out and they never made any fuss over me, if they knew who I was. When I'm there, I'm just another wizard."
They went inside the Dancing Cockatrice, which looked just how Hermione pictured given all that Marcus had said. It was an out of the way place with plenty of character. Forest green walls complimented the dark mahogany wood of the booths and large bar that dominated most of the pub.
"Marcus Flint, you right bastard!" the bartender shouted jovially as they entered.
"Just another wizard, huh?" Hermione teased as Marcus waved to the older wizard behind the bar.
"Well, a wizard that spends all his Galleons on drinks and can't be beaten in darts, no matter the challenger," Marcus said, grinning.
"You've just never played against me before," Hermione said confidently.
"You're that good are you?" Marcus asked, looking skeptical.
"We can make a nice friendly wager, if you're sure of your own skills," Hermione shrugged.
"Absolutely," Marcus said, grinning. "First, though, let's get something to eat."
Marcus led Hermione to a corner booth so they could sit side by side. They were hardly there a minute when a stout witch about ten years older than they were approached the table.
"You've a nerve showing your face in here, lad," she teased, clearly happy to see Marcus. "It's been weeks since we've seen you and you missed the billiards tourney. I had Galleons to bet on you, you selfish wretch."
"I'm so sorry, Fiona," Marcus said, doing a reasonable impression of remorse. "This slip of a witch here has taken up all my time of late."
"Don't blame me for shirking your responsibilities," Hermione objected, laughing.
"It is nice to see you with a witch," Fiona acknowledged. "We were beginning to think all that gossip about you was false, just a cover for being a poof. Now, what can I get you two to drink?"
Marcus ordered a pint of locally brewed dark ale while Hermione asked for a cider.
"I've never brought a witch here before," Marcus offered when Fiona left. "This place is too personal, almost like taking someone home to meet my parents."
"Thank you for sharing it with me," Hermione said sincerely. She leaned in and gave him a soft, lingering kiss.
As Marcus tried to deepen the kiss, Fiona brought their drinks.
"What can I get you to eat?" the witch asked, looking amused at Marcus' glare. It was a look that intimidated most people, but the folks at this pub clearly knew him well enough to see past the hard shell.
"You order first, Marcus," Hermione told him. She hadn't really looked at the menu.
"I'll have the Cullen Skink for starters, the Angus rib eye medium rare with the neeps and tatties, and then the sticky toffee pudding for dessert," Marcus said.
"That sounds great," Hermione said wistfully. Every time she sat down to eat that day she was famished. "I'll have all of that as well."
"A wee lassie like you?" Fiona asked, looking her up and down as best she could with Hermione behind the table. "You've nowhere to put all that!"
"You'd be surprised," Hermione told her.
"All right then, wee lassie," Fiona said, grinning. "It'll be up shortly."
Marcus draped his arm over Hermione's shoulders and she nestled into him. She couldn't get close enough. Marcus leaned down and pressed a kiss into the top of her head.
"So, have you decided what you want to wager in darts?" Hermione asked.
"I'm still thinking. I want to win something good, since I'm definitely going to win."
"Cocky," she scolded.
"Honest," he corrected. Hermione rolled her eyes and snorted softly.
Fiona returned with their bowls of soup and crusty bread, cutting off their conversation. The Cullen Skink was everything it should be, rich and hearty with big pieces of smoked haddock, potato, and onion. Hermione devoured every last bite, much to the amusement of Marcus and Fiona.
The steak that followed was perfect. Hermione's plate was soon empty, as was Marcus'. Fiona was impressed with how much she ate, laughing at their cleared plates.
"You can put it away can't you," Fiona chuckled.
"Give us a minute before dessert, yeah?" Marcus told the older witch. "We're going to play darts first."
Fiona nodded and the couple walked over to the dartboard.
"What are the stakes?" Hermione asked.
"Full body massage for the winner," Marcus announced.
"Sounds good," Hermione said, smiling. That was a win-win as far as she was concerned. If she won, she'd get a massage from Marcus, and if she lost she'd get to rub Marcus all over. So really, she couldn't lose. Of course, her competitive nature urged her to do her best regardless.
"And no using magic, princess," Marcus said, looking at her suspiciously.
"I don't cheat," Hermione said, slightly affronted.
"Good," Marcus said with a wink. "I'd hate for a sudden breeze to blow my darts off course."
"If that were to happen, it would be my magic cheating, not me," Hermione teased.
Marcus laughed and ordered another round of drinks. They had so much fun playing darts. While Marcus didn't cheat, Hermione found out that he didn't exactly play fair either. He brushed up against her unnecessarily when it was her turn. He would wait until her shot to lean in and murmur something in her ear. The actual words were ordinary, asking if she wanted another drink or some other meaningless thing. His voice, however, was low and rumbled seductively. The powerful effect he had on her, coupled with the fact that it felt like she hadn't really seen him in ages, did throw Hermione off her game. In the end, Marcus did win, but only by a small margin.
"Seems I've won myself a massage," Marcus smiled, pulling Hermione flush to him.
"It would seem so," Hermione agreed, shaking her head and chuckling.
"Then let's get out of here," Marcus said, grinning.
"What about dessert?" Hermione teased, circling her arms around his waist.
"I've got it covered," Marcus replied, before turning his head to shout. "Fiona, wrap up dessert. We'll take it to go."
Hermione threw her head back and laughed at Marcus, so eager to leave. Truth be told, so was she.
"Where are we going?" she wondered, still chuckling.
"You'll see," he responded, winking.
"Here you go, you rude lad," Fiona admonished. Her scolding didn't have much impact though, because she was smiling and holding out a take away box.
"Thank you for everything," Hermione told the witch. "It was all delicious. This is a lovely place."
"I'm glad you like it," Fiona beamed proudly. "We don't get such illustrious persons as you here often."
Hermione was surprised they had recognized her. No one had mentioned it or treated her any differently. Fiona must have noted her surprise.
"Aye, we read the papers and know all about the famous Sorceress," Fiona told her. "Just as we know this rascal here was a famous Quidditch star once upon a time. But in the end, you're just people like the rest of us."
"That we are," Marcus said, smiling. He pulled a handful of Galleons from his pocket and gave them to Fiona. It looked like more than enough to cover their bill and a healthy tip.
"This lassie is a nice one," Fiona told Marcus, pointing her finger at him. "See that you don't bollocks it all up."
"I'll do my best," Marcus said, laughing.
Marcus held their dessert in one hand and pulled Hermione close with the other. They walked to the Apparition point without talking much at all. It was a beautiful evening and being with Marcus felt extremely comfortable. They didn't need to fill the space with chatter.
Marcus held her just a little closer and Hermione felt the pull of the side-along Apparition. When it was over, she found herself deep in the woods. If it weren't for the bright moonlight, she wouldn't be able to see much at all.
"A forest? Are we going camping?" she asked.
"Almost," Marcus chuckled, turning them both around.
A very small cabin was nestled among the trees. It was only one level and looked very natural among its surroundings, as if it sprang from the ground. It was made with stone and logs that matched the woods. A light was on inside so Hermione could see the roughly hewn porch and the flagstone path leading up to it.
"I got this place years ago," Marcus said, leading her to the cabin. "It's not much, but it's private and quiet."
"It's lovely," Hermione assured him as she stepped inside the tiny log house.
It was really one main room. A lounge area was to the right and a kitchen-dining space was to the left. A large stone fireplace was the focus of the lounge. There were two doors straight ahead, both open. Hermione could see one was the bedroom and the other a bath.
"Do you want to start a fire while I get dishes for our dessert?" Marcus suggested.
Hermione nodded. The fireplace was already filled with wood so it took nothing for her to send a little ball of flame into the kindling. It faltered slightly, but Hermione sat on the hearth and said a few encouraging words. Soon, a merry little fire blazed brightly, warming the room. It got cold in the mountains at night, even in June.
"Are we very high up?" Hermione asked as she shrugged off her light sweater.
"Yes," he reported, bringing two plates to the couch. "There isn't anything else up here for a good distance. The area is popular with mountain trolls and there's a relatively small cluster of giants on the southern slope, so this isn't a booming vacation spot. Wards to keep them away from the cabin aren't too difficult to manage though."
Hermione took off her shoes and curled up next to Marcus on the couch. She started in on her sticky toffee pudding, which was so good she moaned. Marcus stared at her, lust filling his eyes.
"So you brought me up to a deserted mountain country to have your way with me?" Hermione teased, licking her spoon. Marcus watched her tongue for a moment before responding.
"Would you expect anything else?" he finally said, grinning. His look turned serious though. "We don't have to do anything you're not ready for. You know that right, princess?"
"Of course," Hermione said. She knew every single one of her wizards would treat her with respect. They might push her boundaries and challenge her, but they would never pressure or make her regret things. "I've had weeks of foreplay. Now, I want everything."
Hermione slid her hand up his thigh and Marcus groaned softly.
"You just woke up," he managed. "You were asleep for days. Are you sure you're strong enough?"
"I feel better than ever," Hermione told him seriously. She set the remainder of her pudding on the end table, and then plucked Marcus' barely touched dessert from his hands. Hermione climbed into his lap. "I'm strong and healthy, so you better not hold back on me. I want everything you've got."
"I do like a witch that knows what she wants," Marcus finally said after a moment.
"Let's go into the bedroom and I'll pay up on that bet," Hermione smiled, sliding to her feet. She tugged the large wizard after her and he followed, chuckling.
The bedroom was simple, like the rest of the place. The main features were another huge stone fireplace and an enormous bed. Hermione started another crackling fire before turning to the large wizard.
Marcus was dressed comfortably in jeans and shirt. Hermione could've easily spelled his clothes away, but she wanted to undress him. She reached up and unbuttoned his slate grey shirt, exposing his muscled chest little by little. She realized she'd probably seen Marcus naked or shirtless most often out of the four. Their first date required nudity after all. Despite that, Hermione was always awed by his physique.
Hermione slid his shirt off and ran her fingertips along every muscle ridge. On impulse, she leaned forward and ran her nose along his chest, inhaling the earthy, masculine scent. Marcus always smelled that way. He reached for her zipper, but Hermione pushed his hands away.
"I've a bet to pay," she reminded him. "You wanted a massage, so you're going to get one."
Hermione unzipped the denim trousers he wore and pushed them down his hips. Marcus kicked them away, along with his shoes. He stood in front of her naked, and it seemed like a perfectly natural, comfortable state to him. Marcus was a wizard who not only should be nude as often as possible, but also relished the freedom he felt without clothes.
"On the bed, face down," she managed to instruct, trying to use her stern Prefect voice. If she were going to keep from jumping on him, she would have to be firm with herself. Also, face down meant she wouldn't be confronted with that irresistible erection that was almost too much to resist.
Marcus smirked at her, but complied. He stretched out on the bed, filling the space. Hermione stepped onto the bed and realized that her dress would only get in the way. She unzipped it and tossed it aside. Marcus tried to sit up and turn to look at her, but she straddled his bum so he could only turn his head.
"You just relax," she encouraged. Hermione tried to recall what they had learned in massage class. She murmured a lubrication charm that coated her hands with lightly scented oil. Hermione warmed her hands slightly and dropped them down to Marcus' bare back. He groaned at the sensation.
Hermione pressed her palms into the small of his back, leaning into him as she pushed up along his spine. She really didn't feel the hardship of losing that bet. She had Marcus, naked, muscled, and oiled at her fingertips and this was losing? Hermione smiled as she explored and rubbed his back. She paid special attention to his broad shoulders. When she felt compelled to run her tongue along the nape of his neck, Hermione didn't hesitate.
Marcus groaned and bucked his hips slightly.
"Just relax," Hermione purred in his ear, taking his earlobe between her teeth. Marcus huffed, as if she said something ridiculous. Of course, if their positions were reversed, she would have trouble really relaxing. She would imagine all the sexy things he would do to her at the end of the massage.
The small witch refocused and worked every muscle in his neck, shoulders, and arms. By the time she got to his hands, he was much more relaxed. There was no tension in his heavy body.
"That feels so good, princess," Marcus moaned. "I love how your hands feel on me."
"Mmmm," Hermione agreed. She slid off the small of his back and down his legs. Marcus moaned deeply as she pressed her thumbs into the arch of his foot. "I'm trying to remind myself that this is losing. You having to lie here naked and still while I get to explore and rub you doesn't feel like losing."
Marcus' deep chuckle rumbled in his chest. Hermione worked her way up his surprisingly slender ankles to his muscled calves. His thighs were thick and firm, like tree trunks. Something about Marcus made Hermione want to take up drawing and do detailed studies of male anatomy. His body was too perfect not to try to memorialize it in some way.
As Hermione slid her hands over his hamstrings to his arse, she sighed. Marcus' rear end was so firm that you could bounce a Galleon off it. She kneaded the round muscles and he gave off a half moan, half growl.
"Careful, princess," Marcus warned. "You can only tease me so much before I have to have you."
Hermione smirked. She knew that already. She could tease Draco endlessly and Adrian was too sweet to tease for long. She could play with Theo, knowing it would have delicious consequences. Marcus, however, had little tolerance for teasing and playing before he was at least a little sated.
"So have me then," Hermione challenged him. She bent forward and sank her teeth into the flesh of his arse. It wasn't hard enough to break the skin, but Hermione was sure it would leave a mark.
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Marcus growled when he felt her sharp little teeth bite down on her arse. He spun over quickly so that he was on his back and Hermione suddenly found herself straddling the tops of his legs. His erection was massive and standing strongly in front of her. That massage had driven him barmy. When she bit him, Marcus had almost come. He sometimes stuck on how small she was and forgot that his tiny princess was a warrior. She was strong, certainly strong enough to handle him.
While Hermione was looking a little slack jawed at his cock, Marcus took the opportunity to flip again and pin her beneath his large frame. His thick hardness was pressed against her belly. Marcus' eyes blazed with lust and he slammed his lips down to hers. Hermione gripped his face and devoured his lips with the same intensity. Marcus' large hands roamed over her roughly with a frantic edge. He was trying to touch her as much as she had touched him during his massage. It had been so difficult to keep from grabbing her, from touching her. Marcus was a sensory person. He needed to touch, to taste, to smell.
Hermione groaned into his mouth as his hand covered her breast and tugged at her nipple. He loved how his large hands fit her body. His other hand pulled her leg up over his hip as he ground himself into her center. Marcus could feel that her knickers were drenched. Only that thin, wet fabric kept him from sliding inside her tight little body. It was all too much to take. Hermione wrapped her other leg around his hips and pressed herself into him. It would be so easy to tear away those pants and sink into his princess. He'd been fantasizing about that very thing since he saw her that day in Diagon Alley a few weeks ago. Marcus focused on restraining himself, but it was difficult.
"Please, Marcus," she moaned, breaking their kiss. "I want you inside me."
Her breathy plea made it even more difficult for Marcus to practice the restraint he was known for. He had a reputation for excessive shagging and fighting, but he always stayed in control of those situations, everything he did was a deliberate choice. Marcus was like a rock, solid and immoveable once he set his mind to something. Hermione though, she made him feel impulsive and reckless in a way that was unfamiliar but liberating.
"There's no where I'd rather be than inside your sweet quim," Marcus responded honestly. His already deep voice was even lower and raspy. "But you have to be patient, princess."
Marcus guided her legs back down to the bed and Hermione pouted. Of course, he wanted her to wrap her legs around him, lock her ankles, and not let go until several orgasms later. Practically though, Marcus was a large wizard. He didn't want his first time with Hermione to be painful or uncomfortable for her in any way. This wasn't some slag he picked up for the night, this was his princess – the only witch he had ever and would ever love. He couldn't tolerate the idea of hurting her in any way.
"Now don't pout," Marcus clucked teasingly. He hooked his fingers around her wet knickers and slid them down her legs, leaving her totally naked, just as he was. "We have to get you ready for me."
"I could've just vanished the pants," Hermione complained, reaching for him to come back to her.
"No, princess," Marcus chuckled. "I wasn't talking about your adorable little shorts. We have to get you ready for me."
Marcus reached down and leisurely stroked his cock, which was engorged and at its maximum length and girth. Her eyes went wide with comprehension of what Marcus was really saying. Marcus guessed it might have been several months since she'd had sex. Even then, Marcus was, admittedly, more... gifted than most.
"The last thing in the world I want to do is hurt you," Marcus murmured, running the tip of his nose down her sternum. He stopped in the valley between her breasts and inhaled deeply. "I love the way you smell, princess."
Marcus' hand slid up to the juncture between her thighs and his fingers began teasing her center.
"Let's see if we can get you wetter," he rumbled. She was already wet, but Marcus wanted to make her come once so her muscles would be relaxed. He hoped her magic wouldn't force him to come, but even if it did Marcus was sure he'd be ready again soon.
"I don't think that's possible," Hermione gasped as he pushed one of his large fingers inside her already slick channel.
Marcus latched onto one of her nipples, making Hermione whimper and arch her back. He added a second finger and pumped them in and out of her at a steady pace.
Marcus switched to her other nipple and increased the speed of his fingers. Hermione was writhing beneath him, encouraging him to give her more, to go faster. Obligingly, Marcus added a third finger and began to scissor them, stretching her tight, velvety walls. To make it good for her, he swept his thumb over her hard little clit every time he pushed into her.
Hermione was thrusting her hips in time with his hand, moaning and panting. Marcus admired the light sheen of sweat on her chest and dragged his tongue up the valley of her breasts. She tasted sweet, salty, and perfect. She was coming undone around him and he loved every second of it. Watching her build up effectively distracted him from his own rock hard, weeping cock. His princess was raw and beautiful when she came. It made him proud to be responsible for causing such a glorious sight.
"Oh, Marcus, I'm coming," she cried out. "Oh, gods!"
A moment later Hermione dug her nails into his bicep and reached her peak. Marcus watched her fall apart, enraptured. He also noted, thankfully, that no magical discharge went through him, wringing his own orgasm out of him. He was glad because he wanted to come inside his princess.
Marcus rolled onto his back, pulling his limp, sated witch along with him so she was straddling his hips. Hermione looked relaxed and Marcus smiled. She sat up; his still hard member nestled between her legs.
"I want you on top to start, princess," Marcus told her. "That way you can control the depth and pace until you are comfortable."
Hermione nodded and grinned at him. Her eyes were shining with excitement and happiness. It made Marcus' chest tighten with emotion. He couldn't get enough of this witch and he definitely couldn't lose her. Hermione Granger was the key to him, his missing piece. Who would've guessed?
Marcus slid his hands over her body, up her thighs and hips, across her belly and over her ribcage. He went over her breasts to her shoulders and down her arms. Before the night was over, he was going to explore, touch, and taste every part of her. Going back to her hips, Marcus gripped her and lifted her up. He positioned her opening right over the bulging head of his cock.
"You ready for me, princess?" Marcus rasped. The lust and emotions of the moment made it hard for him to speak.
"Always," she assured him, caressing the side of his face with her small hand.
Hermione sank down a little, taking the tip of him into her warmth. Marcus hissed and closed his eyes. He so wanted to buck upwards and push himself all the way in. She sank down further and Marcus heard her sharp intake of breath. He opened his eyes to look at her. She had a wondrous expression of pleasure and pain on her face.
"Okay, princess?"
"You are so big," she groaned. It sounded like a satisfied groan, not a pained or anxious sound. "I can't wait to be full of you. I want you so much."
Marcus smiled and watched her slide further down, stopping to let herself adjust. It wasn't just length, it was the girth that witches had trouble with. She was about three quarters of the way now. A little more and he would be fully seated inside her. So far, she felt perfect. She was tight, but not uncomfortably so. She was heaven.
Hermione had both hands on his chest, supporting herself, while Marcus rested his hands on her hips still. He wasn't pushing, just waiting and ready to help with whatever his princess needed. She locked eyes with him and pushed the rest of the way down. They both let out moans of satisfaction.
Marcus fit inside her perfectly, like a glove made for him. He wondered what he did to get so lucky.
"You feel so good," Marcus panted, wanting to move but not daring to do it before she was ready.
"This is perfect," she replied. "This is right."
"I love you, princess," Marcus blurted, "more than anything."
He hadn't meant to tell her like that, with his cock inside her. It seemed like the kind of thing to say over candles and champagne. That's how Ades would tell her. He hoped she didn't take it the wrong way and want to stop.
"I wanted to make sure you knew," Marcus hastily added. "You don't have to say it back."
"I love you, too," Hermione said gently. She leaned down and kissed him gently, sweetly and loving. Marcus' heart swelled and he held his witch close.
When she started to pull away from his lips, Marcus didn't want to let her go. He sat up with her and brought her legs around his waist. Marcus knew he was a little deeper in this position, both of them sitting up with Hermione in his lap, impaled on his cock. This way though, he could keep kissing her, tasting her, and hold her close.
Hermione began to move slowly, grinding herself down on him. Marcus ran his hands down her back to her arse. He began lifting up and down, slowly and gently.
Hermione moaned against his mouth, not releasing the kiss either. Marcus had never 'made love' to anyone, but he wanted their first time together to be like that. They were connected, his cock deep inside her and their tongues caressing and exploring each other's mouths.
Sitting up together like that, Marcus had free range with his hands. He kept one hand on her arse, helping her raise and fall on him. His other hand ran down her spine, palmed her breast, tugged on her nipples. He finally broke their extremely long kiss so he could lick, nip, and taste her skin.
Hermione sped up slightly and Marcus helped her.
"Feels so good," Hermione panted, "so full. I'm already close. I'm gonna come."
Marcus grunted his agreement, unwilling to remove his mouth from her breasts. He had been close for ages and could've come three times over by now, but he wanted his princess to come again before he did.
Hermione held onto his shoulders and arms, bracing herself as they moved together. Marcus couldn't think of anything more beautiful than how she looked right then. He felt her fingers dig into him and her walls tightened even more around him, which he didn't think possible. Marcus felt her internal muscles flutter with her orgasm and watched her come. The impossible tightness gripped him and he couldn't move. Her clenching around him, the spasm of her orgasm massaging his cock, pushed Marcus over the edge. His hands gripped her arse and hip tightly and he came harder than he ever remembered coming in his life. A mix of endearments and curse words sprang from his mouth.
Entirely spent, Marcus fell backwards, taking Hermione with him, his cock still inside her. Her small frame covered his and they both tried to catch their breath.
"Are you okay, princess?" He finally managed to ask as he stroked her back.
"Mmmm," she hummed her reply, rubbing her cheek against his chest. "I'm better than okay. That was amazing."
"You were amazing," Marcus corrected. She was such a real, honest, passionate witch. There was no artifice, no falseness. After so many years of groupies, Marcus had become jaded about sex. This, however, was different. This was about them, their connection, their attraction, and their feelings for each other. It wasn't just about getting off.
"I know you already know," Hermione smiled, "but that's some impressive equipment you've got."
"I'm glad you like it," Marcus responded, smiling. "It's all yours."
"An embarrassment of riches," she chuckled, drawing circles on his chest. "You know that I'd still love you even if you didn't have the most impressive cock in the world, right?"
"I'm glad," he responded softly. Marcus felt himself blush a little and mentally berated himself. He just wasn't used to affection and tenderness from anyone besides his parents and sometimes his few close friends. Mostly, people wanted to be around him for his size, his fame, his money - anything besides himself.
Hermione held his face in her hands and kissed him. He felt himself harden again inside her and she moaned. She must've felt it too.
Marcus rolled them over so he was on top, nestled between her thighs.
"I need to have you again, princess," Marcus told her.
"You can have me all night long."
Marcus grinned and began thrusting shallowly. He was going to last longer this time and make her come at least twice before he let go. Then he was going to take her up on her statement. The night was just beginning.
Next - Hanging out. And let's see what that Bronwyn is up to!
