A/N: This is my first entry for Kinktober. I have decided that it won't be realistic to expect I can write them all in 31 days but I will aim for 31 entries until the end of the year since I considered that more doable.

Kink - Branding

CW: Branding, vaginal sex, magic as sex protection

Griffin's magic clung to her form like an aura ready to pounce at his clothes and expose the skin underneath like she'd pulled a thread to unravel the obstacles between them and Valtor reached for his own powers to meet her halfway. The energy rising in him brushed over her naked body instead. She'd stripped herself down to make him abandon the very sweetness of her kisses for the sake of gawking at the masterpiece she was presenting him with.

Valtor took a step back to take her in all her glory. "I've been so fond of disrobing you myself that I've deprived myself of stirring sights like these." He'd memorized every inch of her, had mapped out the patterns of pleasure coiling in her body while covering her in his hot breath and desire. He'd studied her in parts to never grasp the full image of her presence, to mention nothing of her willingness to be the apple of his eye. He'd followed her over the edge of the world and she'd been the one making herself his instead of making him chase visions of the impossible.

A salacious smile curled her lips to beckon him closer as she laid herself down on the bed like it was her canvas. "You're welcome to join me once you're satisfied with the view," her legs spread for him. Reaching a hand was all he had to do to get her climbing into the heights of arousal.

Valtor licked his lips, his magic swiping over his form in sync to remove his clothes. The only setback he was facing were the countless stops along her body tempting him away from the sanctity of her lips. She was open for his tongue and teeth running over her inner thighs and clit while he pushed two fingers inside her under the single protest of his twitching cock. His fingertips could play her like an instrument pressing and stroking over her hips and belly but every breath of anticipation swayed her breasts and his concentration. And the hair spilling around her like an aureole had his mind running scattered in different threads. How was he to pay her the due attention with so much to appreciate? She was almost more than he had the ability to please.

Griffin offered him a hand to fit him seamlessly into the palm of it. His body settled over her curves, the two of them flush against each other with his cock pressed into her hip in pulsating insistence. Her lips were an inch away from sliding over his to close the last gap between them. Gravity had no power to crush their complementary existence.

"Would you brand me with your mark?" Griffin squeezed his fingers to let him go no further from her quiet question. "I want to be yours, to feel it for my whole life," she was looking at him unblinking as if closing her eyes on him for a split second would be a betrayal.

"If you want it too, I'd be thrilled to have you wearing my mark." She had to feel his sincerity in the strain of his cock to claim more space where it wasn't physically possible.

"I want it here," Griffin pushed him to prop himself up on his elbows and give her room to guide his hand over her body. "Between my breasts."

"Can't wait to see how that will look in a low-cut dress." Valtor grinned, images flitting through his mind despite his confidence that they paled in comparison with the real deal.

"And I want it etched into my flesh. I don't want the magical seal you do that goes over the skin like a stamp," her eyes were burning into him with a painful determination. She was giving him more than he could have asked of her after she'd chosen the path to both their freedom and he'd left behind the Coven to follow her.

"Griffin, I know this is magic, but it's fire magic. That will hurt." Not as much as pressing hot metal into her tender flesh but it would still burn. His hand was half hovering over her chest only held in place by her own.

"Then you'll have to distract me," Griffin smirked, the curve of her lips striking with the potency of her lack of fear. It was a challenge to leave behind the doubts and join her into their future again.

"I should get you to see yourself right now. If that sight doesn't distract you, I don't know what can." Her presence stole his concentration with the same might as her absence, if not more. Branding her as his own would only escalate the effect – for both of them.

"An orgasm comes..." a whine filled the blank in her thought when his cock stretched her out, "to mind." Griffin's pant drew his lips down to hers.

The angle would kill his neck but the palm pressed between her breasts required his undivided attention. He had to pry that from splitting it between stroking her clit and stroking her hair. Branding her would leave him the time to fill her with sensations.

Valtor tangled a hand in her hair that grounded them both in each other. His lips on hers drank up every gasp along with the sounds. His fiery essence gathered over his skin like a gift his palm pressed into the whisper of her pulse between her breasts. His fingers combed through her hair with no warning of the small tugs on the purple strands that stopped her breath and the whimper cutting a moan short in the scorching heat of his magic. His hips picked up the pace to capture her mind in the rhythm of pleasure instead of that of the pain.

Griffin's nails driving in his back broke through their kiss with his hissing. Her eyes were closed and her mouth hung open for the shuddering sighs spilling from it to wash away any panic ensnaring his own heart as it clawed in his throat. The scratches she carved in him weren't payback but the echoes of the feelings he'd caught her up into.

His fingers slid over her tongue in the absence of her mind and she closed her lips around them first before her teeth sank into his flesh like she was leaving her mark there. His kisses trailed over the column of her throat with the heat of his magic on his lips to remind her his fire didn't have to hurt. The warmth of his heart and arousal rose her flesh into goosebumps as she shivered into the feather-light caresses he drew down her neck and over the top of her breasts.

Her hips rose to meet his for more and her hands squeezed at his ass to urge him into obedience if her legs locked around him weren't giving him enough of a push. In the haze of her walls clenching around him it was hard to tell whether he was the one still driving his magic into her or if that was her doing. The energy didn't flicker inside him like flames but pulsed with the need she'd created in his throbbing cock.

His heart skipped a beat when her teeth left the dents they'd made in fingers but along with them her tongue pushed a moan from her lips. Time was his not to waste but to spin it into a thread of her pleasure. His hand sneaked between her legs to stroke her clit.

Griffin arched into him harshly, throwing off their harmony. Only the hand between her breasts stayed in place as if by divine intervention.

"Careful now," Valtor chuckled despite the edge they were balancing on as he pinned her hips down with his. Her eagerness was always something to behold but the magic involved was a delicate process. "My hand needs to stay in place until I'm finished."

"Let me give you a hand there," Griffin smacked his ass to earn a deeper thrust from his hips. She clenched her walls around him to make his eyes roll in the back of his head where he could see for himself his concentration slipping. Little movements were no problem with his palm still firmly pressed over the general area of the mark but he was down a hand when all he wanted was to grab at her curves and pin her down to fuck into her until she couldn't remember the separate existence of their bodies.

"We wouldn't want to distort my mark, now would we?" That gave her pause only until Valtor sucked her nipple into his mouth.

Griffin cried out and jerked in his grip. Not enough to do any damage–he was holding her tight–but enough to make her pulse rush under his skin from the threat to her desired outcome, and his warm breath and wet tongue on her nipple. She wanted to be his as much as she was letting him claim every little reaction of her body.

"Oh. Valtor," her desperate whine echoed from his chest to his groin, a rush of need spreading through his heart and cock. "I'm coming," Griffin scratched into the back of his thigh like a tally of her pleasure and held him down to her breast. Her nails were less frantic over his scalp than the throbbing of her clit under his fingers but made him moan all the same in sync with her shaking climax. Just in time for the finish of her brand.

The last of his flames licked over her skin as his hips stuttered to a halt once her body was retreating into the mattress for a break. He released his magical grip on her along with her nipple from his mouth. His fingers stroked the last tremors of her orgasm from her breasts while she was catching her breath.

"I'm done," he murmured against her lips, hips weighing down on hers with his rock-hard cock still snug inside her. "You're all branded and mine." As if the pleasure of their bodies coming together hadn't been sealed in both their minds time and time again.

Griffin ran her own fingers over the delicate lines burned into her flesh to form an elegant letter. A content smile stretched her lips. "That was so much hotter than I thought it'd be," she ran a finger down his chest with the tease.

"Yes? We could repeat some time. There's a whole lot to go until I spell out my whole name. All the way down to your navel," Valtor's fingers drew a line to it from the V between her breasts before circling it in the letter O. "Or lower." He trailed downwards to get her arching into him again while she sucked in a breath.

Griffin bit her lip. "I'd like that."

His fingers found her clit again to have her thrashing in pleasure instantaneously. He was yet to come and she had more in her. She was all his and he didn't have to reduce her to parts to satisfy her.