"I don't know what that entails…" Marcella began. A wave of power washed over her. She screamed as she fell from the sturdy dragon paw and into the arms of a strong and very naked man.
"Are you okay?" Marcella asked, stroking his face.
His eyes were still glowing. He might be in human form, but he was still very much the dragon.
"I will be." Cosimo carried her through the trees, and with a wave of his hand, thick blankets and pillows appeared and rearranged themselves. He laid her down on them and started taking off her boots.
Marcella leaned forward and kissed him. "Tell me you really want this. That it's not just your dragon."
Cosimo groaned and buried his face against her neck. "I've wanted this since the first time I saw you at the Uffizi. I need you to be mine like I need air in my lungs."
"Then kiss me again, dragon, and make me yours," Marcella replied, her body burning up. She needed to have his skin pressing up against her, feel his weight on top of her, and have him drive her wild in the ways only her knew how.
Cosimo's patience in undressing her vanished, his long claws shredded her shirt and the front of her bra. The hem of her jeans and panties tore and were tossed aside. His hands were all over her, big and warm and claiming.
"My beautifulstrega, you're going to be all mine forever," he whispered against his skin and sucked one nipple into his mouth.
Marcella let out a strangled cry, her fingers burying in his hair. His claws disappeared, and he dropped his hand to her core. Her nails dug into his shoulders, her hips lifting with each stroke of his fingers.
Teeth scraped over her breasts, leaving a faint line of blood that Cosimo's hot tongue swiped away. The sharp sting blendedwith the pleasure and pressure of his fingers, making Marcella whimper.
"Cosimo, please. Get inside of me. I need you in me," she babbled, grinding herself against his hand, trying to relieve the pressure. "Edge me another night. Just want you to make me yours."
Cosimo's answering growl had all the hair on her body standing on end. He grabbed her by her hips and dragged her roughly down his thick cock. Marcella's head went back in a silent scream, gasping for air. She was so full, so stretched and complete.
"Mine," Cosimo snarled, not giving her a second to get used to him before he was on his knees, dragging her up and down his dick. He stared at her like she was the center of his focus, his world, his life.
Marcella couldn't look away. Scales were rising and running down his arms and across his shoulders, his body larger than it usually was. His dick felt impossibly bigger, and she wasn't sure how that was possible.
"Fuck, you are so sexy," she gasped, gripping his wrists, needing to hold onto him.
Cosimo's hand stroked over her breasts and down to her pussy. "Look how well we fit together. Watch as I claim you." When he pulled his dick free of her, Marcella saw the moment smooth, raised scales appeared on it.
"Cosimo? What's that?" she squeaked.
"Thatis all yours, my treasure," he said and rolled them so she was on top of him. "And you are going to take all of it."
Marcella ran her fingers along the soft scales on his dick. They wouldn't hurt her, and the excitement at the strangeness of it had her leaning forward to lick them. She could taste herself mixed with his salty precum.
Cosimo growled out something she didn't catch. She lowered her mouth over him, sucking him as best as she could. He was so thick it stretched her cheeks and made her jaw ache, but she didn't care. She looked up at him, his dragon eyes shining as they watched her. His clawed fingers sank into her hair, pulling her down on him over and over.
"Your mouth feels so good. Such a good little witch for me," he murmured, his praise making her pussy so wet, she could feel it sliding down her thighs. "You can finish me like this later. I need your cunt squeezing me, so I can claim you once and for all."
Marcella pulled off him, but kept her hand around him, slicking her spit and precum over him. He sat up, his knees sliding up behind her so she was pinned in place.
Cosimo nipped at her swollen lips. "Fuck me, Marcella. Claim me, the way I want to claim you."
"I love you," she said and guided his dick to her soaked pussy. She slid down easily on him, each of the new soft scales making her gasp and squirm. "Oh, fuck. That feels so good, Cosimo. How can it feel so good?"
"Because it was meant for you," he replied and licked the sweat from her neck. "Now, fuck me like you own me, Marcella, because you do. Every part of me is yours."
Marcella wrapped her arms around Cosimo's neck and got lost in the rhythm and sensation of him so deep inside her. Tears filled her eyes as he changed angles, and each deep thrust had his soft scales hitting her G-spot.
"That's it, my witch, feel me. Feel the magic and fate tying us together," Cosimo growled, his hips lifting up harder and faster. Marcella gasped as magic poured out of him and into her, filling her heart and chest. Her mouth dropped to his neck, driven by an impulse she didn't understand.
"My Cosimo," she moaned and sank her teeth into him.
"That's my girl. That's my perfect mate. Mark me. Claim me," he panted. He pinned her back to the blanket, his hips pistoning hard. Marcella moved her neck to the side, knowing it was what he needed.
