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"I can't transform completely." She added, rubbing the scales on his chest, being brave for the fourth time in her life.
He smirked, letting affection show on his face. "Perhaps you never tried." He returned, studying her face. "You are an exceptional woman, Molly Hooper. You can do anything you wish." He added, searching her golden flaked eyes.
His wings secured her to his body, letting her hands begin to push the remaining fabric of his shirt off his shoulders, until skin was the only object she could feel. His long talons cut through the fabric of her shirt, down the middle of her body, between her breasts, cutting her bra along the way.
She gasped as his hands transformed to his regular hands, and he traced her skin with light fingers, stopping to encircle her breasts. She lifted her eyes to his, and saw his eyes had remained a golden hue, and she lifted her hand to touch his face.
Unspoken requests filled the air, when their eyes locked, and both smiled for they knew what was about to take place. Molly shivered in his arms, feeling his wings rip the remainder of her shirt and bra from her body until they were in tatters on the floor. The feel of his leather, scaled wings against her back made her moan, and arch into his body.
Sherlock smiled, and bent his head, letting his lips touch her neck in a sensuous way. The feel of her breast touching his chest, made a growl emanate inside his chest, and he wanted more. He could feel the scales forming on her breasts, and it made his want for her grow tenfold.
Molly's head tilted to the side, and felt her transformation as if it was the most natural thing she could ever feel. Her fingers grew talons as her hands moved down to his waist, and her skin…
Her skin had golden flaked scales, like his. Perhaps this is what happed to half-breeds when they made love with a full-blood, if that is what they were doing.
"Don't be absurd, Molly." Sherlock's voice cut through her thoughts. "Of course that is what we are doing." He muttered, before nibbling on her throat, and gripped her hips hard with his hands.
She smiled, and felt her body being lifted from ground, and carried somewhere. Where she could only guess was his bedroom, considering moments later she heard the door close, and a satisfied groan from Sherlock indicated they were where they needed to be.
He pulled back from his exploration of her throat, and his golden eyes searched her now full golden eyes. His wings pulled back, and melded into his back. It was a beautiful sight to behold. "You'll have your own soon." He promised, but Molly wasn't so sure. She had heard of half-breeds never transforming in their life, even though some stories told of a few who did, but she was never one for stories.
His hand caressed her face while the other traced the scales on her breast. "Do you trust me?" He asked in a low husky voice.
Molly, hypnotized by his voice and her feelings, only nodded, unsure if her voice could hold up.
He smiled, and in a moment, his and her pants were gone, leaving them naked in the bedroom of the consulting detective.
"Look at your body, Molly. Never had I seen such a treasure of gold." He remarked, turning her to the mirror on the door towards his bathroom. "I can smell it on you like nectar. It calls to me." He added in a husky, baritone voice.
She shivered, and tried to focus on her body, but it was fruitless. She could tell the scales covered her side, down to her hips, and her breasts… She felt his eyes surveying the golden scales covering the front over her stomach. She was beautiful.
"Beautiful is not how I would describe you."
His words echoed in her mind, and she knew she could hear him without him opening his mouth. She wanted to ask how, but she already knew. Turning to face him, she placed her hands on his chest, and stroked the scales.
He growled, and stroked her skin, loving the feel of her scales, smooth as he ran his hands down, but coarse as he ran them up. The gold engrained in her scales, filled his nostrils, and he wondered why he hadn't smelled it before now. "They've never appeared before, have they?" He asked, in a grovel tone.
Molly shook her head. "I've never…" She began, but her words seemed mute, as his fingers ran over her face.
"Do you know that a half-breed can become a full blood, only if they become mated to a full blood?" He asked, absently.
Molly shook her head, and watched his face melt into a warm gaze.
He hummed, and bent his head, only to capture her lips with his in a fiery kiss that burned their souls in their bodies. They clung tighter to each other, neither wanting to let go. His tongue burned like acid as it moved over hers, which seemed to soothe the burning.
"You are an extraordinary woman, Molly Hooper." He remarked, pulling back just long enough to pull her into the bedroom, and sit down with her standing between his legs.
She smiled at the compliment, and placed her hands on his face, watching his eyes spark with the golden hue she was beginning to know so well. He returned her smile with only a smirk, and leaned his head forward to brush his lips over her breasts.
He could taste the gold from her skin, and it made his dragon blood burn hotter than ever. He heard her cry echo in his ears, and it awoke the dragon inside even more.
His head lifted, and he saw her eyes flash gold. Her dragon was awakening.
Smirking from the knowledge, he bent his head once more, and gently sucked her breasts, reveling in the golden taste, and her response to his attention.
She clung to his shoulders, lost in the euphoria of feelings he was eliciting, and it made her growl with anticipation. Her nails lengthened as he licked her nipples, and his elongated teeth brushed over each nub before gently nibbling her breasts.
Her heart pounded in her chest, and she couldn't hold back the cry from her throat as she felt her body sing with joy and satisfaction. She needed more than this. She craved it.
"Do you want to taste my gold, Molly Hooper?" His voice growled through her thoughts.
She opened her eyes, and found his eyes staring into her, and his face was transforming with the sides covered in scales, golden scales, that made her mouth water.
Sherlock saw the hunger in her eyes, and pulled her towards him, picking her up slightly so her legs would straddle his hips. He felt her seat her bottom near his member, and though he ached to be inside her, he resisted. He wanted her to taste him. To feel what he felt when he tasted her sweet nectar. It was not logical, and yet it was for him to feel this way. He had never wanted someone's gold before, and it thrilled him to know that it was hers he wanted.
Her lips, hesitantly, touched his neck, and he controlled the growl emanating from his diaphragm. It was exquisite to feel it. Her talons, which first appeared when he had tasted her, dug into his shoulders, and gave him such exquisite, pain that if he had been standing, he would have fallen to his knees.
Molly felt her mouth explode with tastes as she licked and sucked on his neck. It was like lifeblood to a thirsty woman, to taste this sweet nectar. She had never tasted anything like this.
She moaned, and let her tongue move over his neck, and he let out a growl. Her tongue was not as acidic as his, but it was enough to make him nearly roar with pleasure.
"Molly,"
His pleading voice broke through her euphoria, and she slowly pulled back to gaze into his eyes. Her mouth ached, and as she opened her mouth, he noticed her teeth had started to transform into her dragons. She was beautiful, breathtaking, and she was his, or soon would be.
Pulling her forward, he captured her lips with his, and trailed his hands down to her hips. Lifting her, ever so slightly, he felt her opening pressing against his hardened shaft.
The taste of her filled his senses, and as she lowered her hips, they separated, and caught each other's eyes.
As he slid insider her, he growled in satisfaction, as did she, it was a perfect moment. A revelation, a moment they wished would last.
Slowly, the rocking began. Her head fell back and her mouth hung open, feeling the slickness of his shaft slide perfectly into her body. She felt such power inside her. Power she had never felt before, and as she lifted her head, she saw what it was. Her eyes were focused on his, and she saw his power, his body becoming one with hers.
He let out a growl, no not a growl a rumble as he gripped her tight, and flipped her over on his bed. Never taking his shaft from inside her body, he thrusted deep within her core. Her hands roamed over his back, and she felt the indentions of his wings, wings that were hidden from the rest of the world, but not from her. Absently, she wondered if she would ever fly, just as her mind began to fill with golden thoughts.
"I'll take you."
Her eyes opened, and she focused on his. She smiled, just as he thrust into her with a rough look.
She nodded, and touched his face, lifting her legs high to encircle his waist. The move caused her to roar in a way that made him proud. "Oh, for the love of…there…oh…" She cried in a panted breathe, feeling her teeth elongate, and her arms tighten around his body.
He groaned, and turned his head before letting out a roar that signified his release was near. Molly turned her head, wanting to sink her teeth into his skin, not knowing why, but felt the need to bury herself deep within him in some way.
She felt her skin burn like the sun, and her heart pounded in her chest. She was so close. So close…
She felt a knot deep in her stomach, and at that moment, she knew. Turning their heads in unison, they opened their mouths, and bit down on each other's necks. At that perfect moment, something happened.
Something they could never explain in a thousand years.
A glow encompassed them, as he continued to move within her, and their skins lit up like the lights of Paris. They pulled their teeth out of their necks, and caught their lips in a slow action that made the light brighter.
As they slowly parted, they gazed into each other's eyes, and in that instant, they came together. With Molly arching her back upwards, and Sherlock's hips arching down, sealing their fates forever more with one simple act.
Hours later, Molly awoke to find her head resting on a soft, moving pillow. She looked down her body, afraid to move too much, as the memory of what happened flashed in her mind. She tied to contain the gasp as she noticed her skin still had the scales, and her fingers…She lifted her right hand from his stomach, and noticed the talons that were regressing back into her human hands.
"You're a full blood now."
His voice startled her, and she lifted her head to find him staring at her, before he reached for her right hand, and secured it to his body with his left. "At least, you have the appearances of a full blood, thanks to being mated to one." He explained in a dry tone.
Molly's body stiffened. Her mind raced over the events. She had bitten him, and he had… "Oh my stars…" She whispered, moving to sit up, taking her hand from his, and moved to feel her neck.
She winced as the touch burned slightly, but it soothed when he pushed her hair back, and touched her mark. "Thank you." She replied, lowering her eyes.
Sherlock hummed, and moved to cup her chin with his hand, and turned her face to look at him. "We are mated, Molly, and believe me when I say, I have never wanted to be mated to anyone." He began, watching her face close up until he said the next words. "Until I met you,"
Her eyes lifted, and she let out a sigh of relieve. "Neither did I," She returned, watching him take in her meaning with a soulful look.
Sherlock leaned forward, and brushed his lips over hers, letting her feel the full effect of their mating. "It's forever, Molly Hooper."
She smiled, and leaned into body as he pushed her back down onto the bed.
Forever sounded beautiful.
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