Happy Halloween!
I've been dying to write a Marinette/Adrien witch AU, with or without smut (there is smut, fear not) and here it is!
I only wish I could have finished it a bit earlier in the month (I start my Halloween reading as soon as October 1st), so I would have preferred to get it out for u guys sooner to enjoy while getting in a Halloween mood. Still, it's not Halloween just yet, so that's good enough for me.
Warning; slight mention of attempted sexual assault (nothing descriptive/graphic). Read with caution if that upsets u.
Otherwise, please enjoy!
Cool October wind whistled through the air, knocking the crispy leaves off their branches and swept them up on the forest floor. Fortunately, these beautiful falling and swirling colors of autumn did not go unadmired. In a clearing of the trees was a patch of pumpkins, being ventured by a bluenette maiden and her cat.
Marinette's black hair had a dark-blueish tint to it, cut about shoulder length and was up in two pigtails held with red ribbons. Her bluebell eyes sparkled like sapphires. She wore dark gray boots, a long dark red skirt, a white blouse with long sleeves and buttons down the front, and a small black corset around her abdomen. She also wore a long black cloak with a hood over her shoulders to help stave off the chilly autumn air. The clasp at the front of her cloak was a red circle with five black spots, making it look like a ladybug.
Marinette searched among the pumpkins, trying to pick one to take home with her. It was almost All Hallows Eve and she needed at least one to carve and leave outside her cottage with a candle.
When she finally picked one, she pulled out a knife, cut it from the vine, and picked it up.
A meow directed her attention to the black cat a few feet away. Marinette watched him rub up against another good-looking pumpkin.
"You want that one?" she asked the dark feline. He looked at her and replied with another 'meow.' "Okay," she smiled, nodding in understanding before maneuvering through the pumpkins to get to him. She used her knife the cut the second pumpkin free and picked it up.
She carried both pumpkins by their stems out of the patch, the black cat following loyally beside her, until they made it to the trees. There was a dirt road just passed a few trees from the patch. One way lead to a village, the other lead deeper into the woods.
Before the two started their journey home, Marinette decided to put the pumpkins down and relax her hands. The pumpkins were pretty big and the stems were not easy to hold onto for very long.
"Adrien, up," she commanded her cat, holding her arms out for him. At her words, the black cat eagerly jumped up into Marinette's waiting arms. He purred as she scratched under his chin and behind his ears. He rubbed against her chest, tickling her neck with his spastic tail, which made his lady giggle. "Who's a good, kitty?" she cooed. The black cat only purred louder, pleased at her sweet words and ministrations.
He loved her more than anything in the world.
"Well, hello there," a sickening, crackly voice spoke, startling the maiden and her cat.
Marinette looked up and saw three men on the path, staring at her with overly-friendly smiles. They looked double her age, maybe a bit older. Their clothes looked weathered and torn in some places, as well as dirty. Their skin looked dirty too, like it had been a while since any of them have had a proper bath.
Overall, Marinette didn't like the looks of these men. And by the growly moan coming from Adrien's throat, he didn't like them either.
"Now what's a pretty little miss like you doing all the way out here alone?" the first man asked, eying her up and down.
Marinette swallowed her nervousness and held herself bravely. "Picking pumpkins," she said, giving a slight gesture to the pumpkin patch just through the trees behind her.
The men glanced that way quickly. "Pumpkins, huh?" the second man said. "That patch ain't anybody's property, is it?" he asked, giving her a suspicious look.
"No. It's a wild patch. Everyone in town comes here to take pumpkins in the fall," she explained. She didn't believe he was seriously accusing her of being a thief. He just wanted her to tell them about the area. She had a pretty good guess why.
"Really?" the first man asked, rubbing the scruff of his jaw in thought. "You wouldn't mind pointing us in the direction of this town, would ya?"
Marinette pointed to her right. "A few miles further down the road," she told them, then quickly put her arm back around Adrien, trying to sooth his agitated groaning.
"How many?" the third man asked.
Marinette took a deep breath for patience. "About five."
"Five?" The first man grinned, then looked at both his companions, who also grinned with him, before looked back at her. "So, if the closest house is about five miles in that direct," he pointed that same direction she had. "And there ain't nothin' but miles of wilderness in that direction," he pointed back the way they had come from. "We's all alone out here. Together," he smirked wickedly. His buddies chuckled behind him.
All three took a step closer, but then took two steps back when the black cat in the young woman's arms hissed at them louder than they expected a normal cat could.
"Black cats are a bad omen," the third man said, glaring at the ticked feline.
"In some cases, yes," Marinette agreed. "So I'd advise you to be wary. You and your friends should just continue on your way," she said calmly.
They just chuckled again. "Why? And miss out on the free pickins' already out here?" the first man leered, eyeing her like a wolf when before an injured deer.
Marinette took a step back. "Please, I must insist," she tried again, a bit more desperate. "If you value your lives, leave me be," she pleaded. But the men only laughed harder. As if this little girl could take them on and stop them from doing whatever they damn well pleased with her. How could they not laugh? When the laughter quieted, the first man pulled a knife out of his belt.
That was it. She'd tried to warn them and resolve this peacefully, but now she didn't have a choice.
Marinette put Adrien down on the ground in front of her. The black cat looked back at her, she looked down at him and said, "Adrien, protect me."
And that was all that was needed to be said to seal these brutish stranger's fates.
In a matter of seconds, that small hiss became a growl.
Before the men's very eyes, the small black cat became an enormous black panther, standing between these scoundrels and his lady.
The panther roared. Then he pounced.
The men had weapons, but they did little against a ferocious wild cat, determined to protect his lady. Adrien was all claws and teeth; slashing, biting, and ripping apart anything that came at him or got too close to his bluenette mistress.
Cries of agony were soon silenced. The ground they once stood on became soaked with blood. There, in the grass just off the dirt road, three lifeless bodies laid, mangled with their throats ripped out.
His job done, the panther sat back calmly on his back legs. Marinette walked over, knowing it was safe now, to his side, and just looked down at the bodies.
She hated having to do things like this. She hated even more having to tell her precious Adrien to do them. But people like these could not be reasoned with. Even if she hadn't said anything, Adrien still would have done it. And if she had ordered him not to, they most likely would have killed him and then her, but not before forcing unspeakably horrid things upon her.
That was her reasoning and she was sticking to it. Unless she could talk her way out, she'd let Adrien do what he had to to protect them both.
That was why he had this form at his disposal in the first place.
Marinette knelt beside her kitty. Even though he was sitting there, still as a statue, she could still hear his deep throated growl as his emerald feline eyes glared down at the men he'd just made into corpses.
He still hated these men. But he hated himself too.
He hated having to kill anything. But what choice did he have? They were gonna hurt his lady. He had heard what they were saying, saw them looking at her like she was food. No one looked at her that way. No one even thought about his lady that way without suffering his wraith.
As much as he hated spilling blood—even wicked blood—he would kill a thousand of them every day for a lifetime if it meant his Marinette was safe and well.
Marinette could tell what her kitty was thinking as he looked at the blood-covered bodies. It was the same every time this happened. Her heart went out to him. She lifted a hand and stroked his back. His growl soon turned into a purr.
He was comforted, knowing his lady was okay because of him.
As she stroked his fur, her eyes wondered down, inspecting his body to see if he was injured. Those men only had knives, but they could still do plenty of harm.
As usual, he was covered in blood and dirt. It was hard to see with his black fur but he was definitely wet, and she knew with what. Eventually, she caught sight of a small cut on his right front leg.
"Oh. Looks like they nicked you," she said, slightly alarmed. It didn't look all that deep. It was hardly even bleeding. Nothing serious. And for that, she was relieved. "Are you hurt anywhere else?" she asked him
The panther shook his head.
Marinette sighed in relief. Adrien knew not to hide injuries from her, so she believed him. "Good. I'll take care of this when we get home and get you cleaned up." He definitely needed a bath when they got home.
In cases of such occurrences, Marinette always carried a bottle of a highly flammable potion on her when she left the house.
Adrien dragged the bodies further away from the path, deeper into the woods to a clearing of a bare dirt patch; no grass, trees, or foliage of any kind for several yards. When they were in a neat little pile, Marinette splashed the liquid all over them until the bottle was empty.
She and Adrien stood back. Marinette took her right index finger and brushed it across her flat left hand from the heel to the tip of her middle finger. Like striking a match on a coarse surface, a tiny flame appeared at the tip of her index finger.
Then she flicked it off. It landed on the bodies and they went up in flames.
It didn't take long for them to turn into ash. Bones and all.
With that taken care of, the witch and her familiar returned to the road. The sun was starting to set. Time to go home.
"Adrien, let's ride," she told the panther.
He nodded in understanding and quickly, the large feline morphed into a handsome black stallion.
Marinette went back over to the pumpkins they had selected right where she had left them, along with her travel bag. In it, she carried anything she needed when leaving the house. It didn't matter how big or heavy a thing was, once inside, it fit perfectly and she never felt like she was lifting more than two or three books.
She opened it wide, placed her empty potion bottle in, followed by the two pumpkins, closed it, and slung it over her shoulder. When she was ready, Adrien was still standing there, on the road, waiting for her. She mounted his back, both legs on one side. She grabbed a hold of his mane and whispered, "Let's go home." Adrien heard her and started running down the road, in the opposite direction of the village.
The ride home didn't take too long with how fast Adrien could run while in this form.
A few miles down the road, he cut into the woods down another less noticeable path. It was less worn because he and his lady were the only ones who used it.
Less than a mile after the turn, home was in sight.
A small but cozy cottage of stone stood proud in the middle of a clearing of the trees. A brook flowed through the clearing, not far from the house.
Approaching the cottage, the stallion stopped. Marinette dismounted, happy to be home after such a chaotic trip.
She looked at her familiar, grinned, and gently patted his stout.
"Adrien, detransform."
At her command, the familiar reverted back into his true form; an 18-year-old human boy with bright green eyes and short blonde hair, as golden as sunshine. He had fair, pale skin—which was still covered in blood and mud. And his well-toned body was naked from head to toe.
Seeing her Adrien all dirty, covered in blood in his human form was a disturbing sight. The dark, drying red splatter stood out awfully on his ivory skin.
"Go around back. I'll meet you back there in just a minute," Marinette told him.
Adrien offered her a small smile before walking away, around the cottage to the back without saying a word.
Not wanting to keep him waiting, Marinette quickly went through the front door. She put her bag down and removed her cloak, then went to a cabinet to find rags, a towel, and some soap. Peach and mint scented; his favorite. Also, a black pair of his pants.
With everything she needed gathered, Marinette made her way out the back door. There, she found Adrien standing next to the big metal tub, already filled with water. It had already been mostly filled by rain water from the many storms they'd gotten the past week, but while he was waiting for his witch caretaker and best friend, Adrien had taken a bucket and gone down to the brook, filled the bucket, then dumped it into the tub. He repeated this process until it was full enough.
Marinette put the things she was carrying down on a little wooden table by the tub before sticking her fingers into the water for a moment. Cold. Much too cold for Adrien to wash all the filth off of himself. Chanting under her breath, Marinette cast a spell on the water, heating it up to the perfect temperature.
As soon as she took her hand out, Adrien put his hand in, judging the temp himself. Satisfied, the handsome boy grabbed the tub's edge, lifted his leg and hopped into the water. He sighed, soothed by the warm water surrounding him cold skin. He dunked his head under quickly, just to get his hair and face wet, and then started scrubbing. Most of the grim was all over his arms and front, but he always washed starting at the top then worked his way down. His hair needed a cleaning anyway.
Marinette offered him the bar of soap, which he happily took, and rubbed against his hands to lather them up before scrubbing the subs into his hair.
While he did that, Marinette took the bucket and went to the brook to fill it up with more clean water. When she returned to the tub, she put it down, then took one of the rags, wet it in the tub water, and started washing the filth off her familiar's back.
"Better?" she asked after cleaning off his back. Despite his cat-like tendencies, Adrien liked water—when it was warm, not so much when it was cold—so warm baths were usually enjoyable for him.
Adrien looked over his shoulder at her with a flirty smirk. "I'd really feel better if you'd come in and join me, milady," he said goofily, which made her grin.
"Not in that water," she replied with mild disgust, glancing down at the tub water that was quickly becoming redder by the second.
Adrien's smirk vanished, turning forward again, looking down at the water too. "You're right," he said glumly. "I wouldn't want you to be sitting in this filth," he said with a bitter tone.
Adrien loved warm baths, but he loved them even more when he and his lady bathed together. But he had forgotten for a moment. These baths, just after they had a confrontation with horrible beings that left him covered in blood, he didn't want her in.
Their revolting blood soiling her skin, stinking her marvelous scent. Hell no.
"I'll give you a nice rinse off as soon as we get all this gunk off," she reassured him. She knew he was upset. He always was just after these things happened. So every time, she tried her best to make sure he didn't stay gloomy for long. After all, he just wasn't himself if he wasn't goofy, happy, and flirty. Marinette took the soaking rag and rung it over his head before wetting it again to wash his broad shoulders. "You feeling okay?" she asked.
"No. I feel disgusting," he replied bitterly.
"Use more soap."
"Not like that." He looked down at his hands as they scooped up some of the red-ish water. "I killed those men," he said quietly.
Marinette frowned deeper. "I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry." Adrien turned in the tub to look directly at his beloved. "I wanted them dead. They were gonna hurt you," he said, some anger in his tone. "Those…looks they were giving you. The thought of them…touching you…it made me want them dead." His eyes trailed down again, looking at his reflection in the red water. He remembered every second of that encounter while still in his normal black cat form. He wanted them dead the moment they spoke to her. "Does that make me a monster?"
Monster. That was a word she never wanted to hear out of his mouth.
"Adrien," Marinette said firmly, cupping the side of his face and making him look up at her again. "Yes, you killed those men. You've done it before, and like every time before, you've been repentant. As much as you hated them for trying to hurt me, you still felt bad spilling their blood," she told him. Adrien hating having to kill anyone, even if they deserved it. "A monster does not feel remorse." Marinette cupped his other cheek with her other hand. "Or love," she said gently, offering him a sweet smile before leaning forward.
Adrien leaned toward her too until their lips connected. It was brief compared to most of their usual kisses, but just as passionate. This was reassurance; that he was loved by the woman he loved, and that he was no monster. Not in her eyes, which was all he cared about.
He was her best friend and guardian angel.
Also, her lover.
The rest of the bath was pleasantly silent between the two. After much scrubbing, Adrien felt he was successful in getting all the blood off. The smell of it on the other hand, wasn't so easily gone. He could still smell the vial odor under the usually pleasing sent of peaches and mint from his soap.
Even in his human form, his sense of smell was still pretty powerful. At least after washing, the smell still attached to him was at least bearable. He'd need at least a few more baths to get rid of it completely.
Adrien climbed out of the gross water and allowed Marinette to dump the bucket of clean water over his head. Properly rinsed, Marinette grabbed the towel and started drying her familiar off.
First his wild blonde hair—now beautifully golden with nothing gunking it up, then his fairly muscular torso and arms, then finally his back. Adrien took the towel to dry his legs and get his hair one more time while Marinette retrieved his black pants.
As Adrien put his trousers on, Marinette pushed on the side of the tub until it tipped over, spilling out all the nasty, bloody water into the grass—pointed away from the brook, of course.
By the time the bluenette witch pulled the tub back up right again, her familiar was dry and wearing pants. The two went inside. Adrien went to the fireplace and started a fire. Meanwhile, Marinette took off her boots before fetching the medical herds and gazes.
When she had what she needed, the witch joined her familiar in front of the now roaring fireplace. She sat on the rug with her legs bent under her, sticking off to her side, next to him on his right side, right beside the arm where the scratch was. Adrien immediately offered her his arm. Marinette applied the herbal paste she had made some time ago to the wound, then she wrapped the gazes around his arm and tied it tight—but not too tight.
All done, Marinette grinned, satisfied with her work. But her smile was quickly gone when she looked up at her familiar's face. Adrien was staring into the dancing flames of the fireplace, the expression on his face was grim.
"Hey," she said, making him turn his head to her. "Come here," she told him gently, patting both her thighs with her hands.
Adrien didn't need to be told twice to know exactly what she meant. She knew what he needed, and he knew he needed it.
Complying, Adrien leaned down until his head made contact with her lap. When he was settled, Marinette placed her hand in his hair, stroking her fingers through the soft, golden and slightly damp locks while lightly scratching his scalp. Her other hand also busied itself rubbing soothing circles on his back.
In the past, the two had spent hours in this position—while Adrien was in his human form or either of his feline forms. It made them both feel safe and calm.
And it was hours later, their special bonding time was disrupted when Marinette heard a small whimper, followed soon by the feeling of a tiny wet drop or two hitting her skirt.
"Adrien?" she asked, a bit alarmed. Her familiar turned his head a bit so she could see his eyes, which were, as she had suspected, glistening. Adrien raised his hand and tried to wipe away the evidence but she had already seen. "Don't waste your tears on them," she told him gently. "I wish we didn't have to kill them too, but they were horrid and I'm glad we'll never have to see them again." They both were upset when they had to take lives, but neither of them had cried over it in many years.
"No. I am glad they are gone too, milady," Adrien said, blinking away more of the annoying moister before sitting up beside her. "Sorry. I just…couldn't help but think about…if they had touched you-" Adrien covered his face with one hand while the other closed tight into a fist. She watched as a single tear escaped his eyes, which were closed painfully tight. "It…it's too horrible to bare," he choked out.
Marinette was everything to him. He literally had nothing else in this world, but her.
His childhood friend, who was there for him after another witch cursed him and turned him into a black cat. He was like that for years. But during that whole time, Marinette took care of him while also looking for a way to change him back. It wasn't until after they both turned fifteen that she finally found a way.
There was a spell that witches could use on their familiars to transfigure them into any creature they desired to suit whatever needs that they had. Including humans.
So in order for it to work, Adrien had to agree to become Marinette's familiar.
If it meant he could not only be human again, but stay with Marinette and be bonded to her forever, how could he not want that? So gladly, Adrien had accepted.
And since that day, he had never been happier. Even the dark times were worth the joy and love that came with being Marinette's familiar. Being able to transform into different animals was also amazing. From all his years as a cat, some of those cat-like mannerisms lingered in Adrien's personality after being turned human again, but honestly, he didn't mind. And neither did his lady. It made him very affectionate and fierce.
Technically, Marinette was his mistress, but she hated that word. It made Adrien seem like her slave or something. So he called her 'milady' instead, which she could live with. Although she was his superior, she rather thought of them as a team.
Above all that, she loved him. Which meant she treated him as any woman would care for the man she loved. Which only made Adrien love her even more.
Marinette was humble, smart, kind, passionate, talented, brave, and by far the fairest out of all the fair maidens out there. So, as her lover and familiar, he was very protective of her.
To have those sorry excuses for human men threating her, looking at her with thoughts of the most disgusting of intentions, and thinking about what might have happened if he hadn't been strong enough to defeat them…it was all too much. Too upsetting for the young man.
Her heart heavy, Marinette reached her hand out and wiped his tear away with her finger. "My poor kitty," she whispered, sad to see him so sad. When the tear was gone, the witch's hand reached further to cup his left cheek and pulled his face around to look at her. "You're the only one who will even touch me," she swore.
She certainly won't ever let anyone else but her loyal familiar have her, and she knew he would also ensure this without a doubt.
Like a shot went off, Adrien spang forward, cupped the side of her head and captured her lips with his. Marinette eagerly kissed him back, tilting her head to the side to deepen it. Her hands rested on his firm chest. Suddenly, Adrien took ahold of her body, cradling Marinette around her back as he turned them around and laid her down on the rug, right in front of the fireplace. He hovered over her, kissing her deeply. Marinette laid there, one hand holding the back of his soft hair while the other trailed along his muscular arm.
Both their tongues thrusted out of their mouths, yearning to taste the other. They slipped against the other, wondering back and forth between inside the other's mouth.
The two broke apart to breath, a string of saliva connecting their lips pulled back as Adrien sat up on his knees. Marinette's legs were half under him as she stayed down, her beloved towering over her.
"I won't let anyone else have you, Marinette. Ever," he declared, looking down at her with fire in his eyes.
Marinette tilted her head down to lock hooded eyes with him. Then she grinned.
"Then by all means…" she said, her voice a wanton purr as she reached down, grabbed her red skirt and pulled the fabric upward. When the helm finally made it passed the top of her legs, Adrien was surprised to see her bare core. A few dark hairs and already glistening with her arousal. "Have me, Adrien."
Adrien wasn't sure when his lady had removed her underwear, but he was too anxious to dwell on that. The blonde familiar immediately dived his body back down, resuming his powerful kisses while one of his hands skirted down her body until it reached her center.
Marinette moaned into her familiar's mouth as she felt his fingers entering her pussy. Playing with her clit, then plunging in knuckles deep.
Adrien stopped kissing her mouth and trailed his lips down to her neck, freeing her mouth to make all the lustful exclamations she pleased. He loved to hear them while he pleasured her.
"Ahhh! Adrien!" she cried in bliss.
"Mmmm, milady," he purred into her ear. Any self-defamation or bitterness he felt earlier was long gone. His thoughts and feelings were of only her.
Marinette's heavy breathing drew Adrien's eyes to her chest. Her large but modest-sized breasts rose and fell with each melodic pant.
Adrien drew up, hovering his body over her, bringing the hand he had been leaning on up to the front of her blouse. Without stopping his other hand's motions at her pussy, Adrien undid the buttons of her blouse, careful not to break any off—Marinette was great at sowing, but having to resow buttons back onto her clothes because she familiar got overeager was not something she liked doing too often.
He unbuttoned all the way down to her corset, just below her bust. Then he opened up the blouse, allowing her lovely breasts to pop out.
"You are so beautiful, Marinette," Adrien whispered as he took one breast into his hand, kneading it like he kneaded bread dough when they baked together.
He pinched her nipple, making her cry out louder.
"Adrien! Please! I…I need more."
This made Adrien smirk. "More?" he asked, his mischievous tone obvious. "Of course, my love."
Reluctantly, Adrien took his hand off her breast and his other away from her core. Both were then placed on her inner thighs. A moment later, he leaned down and replaced that hand with his tongue.
Adrien's first lick was from the bottom of her slit to the top, making Marinette's entire body quake. Pleased with her reaction, Adrien continued by taking her clitoris between his lips and sucked. Hard.
Marinette's scream was the finest music to his ears.
Adrien pulled his head back just enough to look at her face and speak. "Your love juices taste divine," he said before darting his tongue back in and curling it.
"Ah!" Marinette cried. "Stop…teasing me," she tried to scold him but her lustful voice made it hard to sound serious.
"But teasing just makes the main event that much sweeter," he said after pulling back again. To tease her further, Adrien proceeded to blow lightly on her wet folds, causing her to shiver. "For you and me."
Marinette's breathing sped up again. Her kitty's teasing, she could take, but her body was growing impatient. "Adrien, please," she begged.
"At your command, milady," he said sweetly.
Marinette cried out again, louder than before as Adrien dove his head back between her legs. His tongue stuck out into her, moving in chaotic patterns, making his lady's hip jerk.
Marinette gasped and screamed, feeling the talented tongue of her familiar between her folds, licking and sucking her into a haze of ecstasy.
"Ah-Adrien! Aughhh…mmmmm," she moaned, smiling big. Glad that he wasn't just playing around anymore. He was doing such a thorough job, she could feel herself getting close already to her release. "D-Don't stop, kitty! I'm cl-close!" she managed to uttered between pants.
Determined to bring his lady to that state of wonderful lust, Adrien kicked it up a notch. Sucking harder, as hard as he could.
With another beautiful scream, Marinette came. And she came hard, covering Adrien's face with her sweet nectar as her core burst.
Like the cat that he sometimes was, Adrien lapped around her entrance like he used to with a bowl of cream Marinette would give him as a cat.
But this cream was far more delicious.
Adrien pulled his head back up, licking his lips. "Thank you for the yummy treat. I'm such a lucky kitty to have such a kind, caring mistress," he said to her, smirking.
"Don't…use…that word," Marinette panted, annoyed. Adrien's smirk vanished. He knew that word displeased her, which was the last thing he wanted to do at that moment. His face serious but gentle, Adrien crawled up her body until his face was at level with her abdomen. Turning his head slightly, he started rubbing his cheek and hair against her belly. Marinette squeaked. His hairs tickled her skin. She could also feel the vibrations of light purring. The bluenette witch sighed, letting her fingers card into his hair as he continued to scent her. He always did this to be apologetic. Or if he missed her after leaving him alone for too long—which to him was anything longer than an hour. Either way, it was hard to stay annoyed at him when he did it. It felt so nice and he looked so sweet doing it. Her sweet kitty. She let him continue for another minute before deciding she wanted their little session to progress. "You're forgiven," she gasped.
Adrien snapped his head up, looked at her, and smiled sweetly. Then leaned up her body more to kiss her. Marinette wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back as deep as possible. Then, she turned, rolling them both over so she was on top.
As they kissed, Adrien felt a dainty hand pull his pants down a bit and wrap around his hard cock, causing him to gasp into the kiss. That gasp quickly turned into a moan as the hand started to move more rhythmically.
All to soon, their lips separated. But the hand on his cock remained. Marinette sat back over Adrien's legs, his cock standing tall in front of her as her hand stroked it.
"Huh-ah! Hmm!" Adrien moaned as she continued. "So…I am forgiven?" he asked, just to confirm.
Marinette smiled sweetly down at him. "Of course," she said with a tone to match her smile. "In fact, I think my kitty deserves an extra little treat," her voice took a more mischievous tune as her head lowered down.
Adrien's head snapped back as he felt her tongue lick his tip. She did it again, then again, before he felt her perfect lips envelope his entire head.
"Ah! Fuck!"
Marinette immediately pulled her mouth away. "Adrien, language," she scolded him. "Don't make me turn this treat into a punishment," she playfully threatened.
Adrien gasped again, this time with fright. Now was not the time for one of her punishments. He needed at least some release soon, and he couldn't get that if she was punishing him. Not for quite a while. "I'm sorry," he said desperately, craning his neck to look at her.
Marinette's mischievous smile returned. "Good kitty," she replied before tugged his pants down the rest of the way, down to his ankles. Adrien helped kicked them off from there. Once they were completely off, she took his tip into her mouth again.
The grunts that come from Adrien's throat were loud and primal. His tip was so sensitive, which Marinette knew of course, so she gave it the most attention and pressure. Even though she wasn't touching any other part of his cock, all her effort was going into pleasuring the head, which felt amazing still.
"Marinette, I…I think I'm gonna-" the blonde familiar uttered just before tipping over the edge.
Adrien came, spurting a small amount of his cum onto Marinette's tongue.
Marinette let go of his cock. Adrien looked down at her and watched her swallow what he just released into her mouth. Then she licked her lips. "How odd," she said, looking puzzled but still pleased down at his still hard erection. "You usually cum more than that." Her hand went back to his genitals, cupping his balls and played with them.
Adrien gasped again. "Maybe…because…you weren't touching it enough," he uttered. She had only been sucking his tip, which felt great but wasn't his entire shaft. That's why he only came a little. He needed more stimulation. More Marinette. "I still feel like I have more waiting to come out. I just need more-agh!"
Before he knew it, Marinette's center was hovering over the tip of his dick, her hand holding it in place. Adrien's breath shuttered as she looked at him with that sweet smile and mischievous gleam in her sapphire eyes.
"Oh kitty," she said, lowering herself just enough for his tip to tough the lips of her clitoris. "Why didn't you say so?"
Adrien could only groan primally as Marinette lowered herself the rest of the way down until she was literally sitting on him.
With her lover's cock fully sheathed inside of her, Marinette started to move her body up and down. "So deep," she moaned. "It's hitting me so deeply."
"Marinette," Adrien moaned with her. "Rotate your hips in a circle," he asked of her.
The witch quickly obliged, letting her pussy sink right to his base before rotating her hip around in a clockwise direction. "Like this?" she asked if this was what he had meant. "You like that, kitty?"
"Yes," Adrien replied, giving her an appreciative smile. "Thank you."
"I must take good care of my familiar," she said. Marinette moaned again and threw her head back. "You're filling me up so much, I can't take it."
Adrien did his best to thrust upward, trying to meet her rhythm. "So tight," he grunted. "How are you still so tight every time?" he asked. It didn't seem possible, but Marinette still felt just as tight as the night he took her virginity almost every time they made love.
"Maybe-" Marinette paused as a shutter ran up her spine when she felt Adrien's callused hands reach up and grab a firm hold of her ass cheeks, helping to push her further down onto him. "-my pussy has just adapted to the shape and size of your penis," she finished. The thought of such a thing was so strange but exciting, the bluenette witch reached up with her own hands and started massaging her breasts.
The thought also intrigued her familiar.
"Which only further proves that you're meant to be mine…forever," Adrien growled. Unexpectedly, Marinette felt herself being grabbed and shoved to the floor again. Adrien had flipped them other and was hovering over her, his cock still deep inside her. "Say it," he moaned, pulling out of her almost all the way, making his lady shutter again. Then, without warning, he shoved it right back in, making her scream. "Say it, milady," he growled playfully in her ear.
Regaining some of her senses, Marinette managed to look up and glare at him. "Since when do you give the orders around here?" she teased. Adrien just smirked and repeated what he had just done, making her scream even louder than the last. Being the one with the witch powers, Marinette was the one in charge. But when Adrien was like this; drugged up on testosterone and other sex hormones while being on top of her, he could be very assertive. Sometimes aggressive too. But honestly…Marinette loved it. Nor did she mind letting him have control. "I-I'm meant to be yours," she finally told him. And she truly believed it. "And only yours-" Adrien, finally showing mercy, started more constant thrusts into her. "Forever," she added, giving grateful moans as he also started kissing her neck. "Now you say it," she ordered him.
Adrien pulled back to look her in the eyes. "I'm yours, forever, bugaboo," he said tenderly.
Marinette groaned in annoyance again. As much as she hated 'mistress' she wasn't very fond of that one either. It just sounded silly.
"Stop calling me-ah!" Marinette didn't finish her scold because suddenly, she was tilted from her back to her side and Adrien's cock was hitting her even deeper. He had done it so fast, she hadn't noticed, but he had lifted her leg up over his shoulder, forcing himself in deeper. His hips thrusted faster and more franticly. "Yes! Feels so good!" Marinette cried with pleasure, forgetting all about the 'bugaboo' thing.
Adrien held Marinette's leg up as he thrusted his cock into his lady. Hearing her pleasured moans and screams only drove him to go faster and harder with every passing second. The adorable face she was making and beautiful sounds she produced when they made love were like a drug to him, and he was addicted.
"I think I'm hitting your womb. I can feel it," he said, not slowing even a bit. "I'm close. I'm gonna cum," he told her.
"Cum inside me! I wanna feel it inside me!" Marinette yelled, also drunk on their hormones for each other.
"Don't you always?" he replied smugly.
It was okay to release inside of her. Marinette always drank a special tea that helped keep her from getting pregnant. But someday, perhaps after they were married, she'd stop drinking it and let Adrien put a baby inside her womb.
The thought excited them both greatly every time they had sex. Even if they hadn't been ready to be parents just yet, they were really looking forward to it.
Marinette couldn't wait to have his children. She wanted her children to have the siblings she never got. After all, she and Adrien had so much love to share.
Adrien couldn't wait to see his lady's belly, round and swollen with his child. Then hold them, and raise them with all the love he never got from his own father growing up.
So while they made love, they sometimes liked to pretend that Marinette wasn't protected and that when Adrien came inside of her, he was impregnating her with his kittens.
This sinful thought coursed through Adrien's mind as he thrusted in and out of his future wife—current mistress. It wasn't completely unheard-of for a witch to marry and/or reproduce with their familiar, so this wasn't a ridiculous fantasy. Even after they married, their relationship as witch and familiar would not change. He'd still protect and serve her. She'd still care for and love him. Just as they do now.
Their already strong bond will just become that much stronger.
"Adrien!" Marinette hollered. "Adrien! I'm cumming!"
"Cum with me, milady! Let's become one together!"
It was difficult, but the horny witch managed to hold off on cumming a spit second before her beloved familiar. Feeling her walls squeeze him even tighter, Adrien came hard, releasing all of the sperm he hadn't been able to earlier deep into his lady's magnificent core.
"Agh! There's so much. It feels so good," Marinette choked out as she felt the warm fluid flowing through her, filling her up.
"Yeah," Adrien agreed with her. He thrusted a bit more, making sure every last drop went inside her. When he was sure he was finished, he pulled out and laid down on the rug beside her. He wrapped his arm around Marinette as she cuddled into his side. "Did you drink your tea today?" he asked, secretly hoping she had forgotten.
Marinette sighed but grinned. "Sorry, kitty. I did," she told him and watched his face fall a bit. She was no fool. She knew why he always asked after they made love and never before.
Adrien groaned in mild frustration, letting his head fall back onto the rug, looking up at the ceiling before covering his eyes with his other hand. "I swear, one of these days, I'm going to throw those damn herbs into the fire and tie you up," he grumbled.
Marinette just snorted under her breath before sitting up beside him. "Great. Then I'll turn you into a donkey," she threatened teasingly as she rebuttoned her blouse.
Hearing this, Adrien quickly uncovered his eyes and snapped his head up to look at her. "You wouldn't," he whispered, utterly horrified.
During his years stuck in the form of a black cat, Adrien had had more than a handful of bad experiences with donkeys. So the thought of becoming one sounded worse than hell. Of course, Marinette knew this. Which was why it was the perfect threat.
"Disobey me and see what happens," she said with a smile but her tone was stern. She meant it.
Adrien sat up next to her. "And how's a donkey supposed to help you raise our child?" he asked, leaning in close to her face with a smug grin. How indeed?
Marinette tried to hold her serious face while also trying to think of a come-back, but with her dearest kitty's face so close, plus hearing his threat of tossing her herbs, tying her up, and giving her his seed. Talk of their child…made her feel anxious.
"Adrien," she sighed, grabbed his shoulders and pulled herself into his chest. Adrien immediately dropped his teasing façade and held her close. "I know you're impatient. I've been trying to convince myself to throw those herbs out too, but…"
Instead of finishing her sentence, she let Adrien grab her chin and tilted her face up to look at him. "I know. And I respect your wishes, milady," he told her sincerely. If she wasn't ready, he'd wait until she was. No matter how long that took.
Marinette smiled at him, touched by his understanding. "I promise, we will soon," she told him, then reached up with her own hand to stroke the side of his face. "I love you, more than anything."
"I love you too. With all my heart," he replied before leaning down and kissed her again. Passionately but not as deep. When they pulled away, they both yawned at the same time. After looking out the window, they could tell it was late. "Come on. Let's go to bed," said Adrien. Before his lady could stand up herself, her naked familiar grabbed and lifted her up bridal-style and carried her to their bedroom.
Once they were in the cozy room with a wardrobe, a vanity, shelves, a trunk, and a bed big enough for two, he put her down. Marinette snapped her fingers and several candles scattered throughout the room lit up.
When her feet were back on the floor, Marinette went to her wardrobe and got out her nightgown. Then she handed the garment to her familiar and started taking off her corset, skirt, and blouse. Adrien watched attentively, clutching the silky fabric until his knuckled turned white.
Marinette flawless, pale skin completely bare before him was truly the greatest sight to his emerald eyes.
When she was naked, the tired witch threw her days clothes into a basket to be washed, turned back to her familiar and raised her arms up. He happily lowered the gown over her head. She could of course dress and undress herself, but Adrien enjoyed helping her.
Ready for bed, Marinette kissed his cheek before leaning her lips to the shell of his ear and whispered, "Adrien, cuddle time."
Knowing what that command phrase meant, Adrien smiled and transformed back into the small, adorable black cat he had been back in the pumpkin patch.
Marinette pulled back the covers and got in. When she placed the blankets back over her, Adrien jumped up into her lap and laid down comfortably. When they were settled, Marinette swept her hand threw the air then clenched it into a fist, making all the candles in the room go out at the same time. Then she laid down, stroking Adrien's black fur as his purring lulled her to sleep.
As she fell into her dreams, Marinette made a mental note to burn those herbs in the morning. Then she could join her miraculous familiar for another warm bath.
Full discloser; Adrien's familiar powers were inspired by Diaval from Maleficent (I didn't care for the movie too much, I just thought her turning him into different animals, plus a human, was interesting).
The peach and mint scented soap I picked as Adrien's favorite, I took from the flavors of ice cream Andre gave to Marinette to match Adrien (peach like his lips, mint like his eyes).
I don't know where the part about their nostalgia of having a child came from, it just happened and I liked keeping it in.
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