((( Smutty Smut, Slight BDSM, Mature. Srynotsry. Skip this, if you don't care about the smut. That's all this is, unfortunately. I've been wanting to write smut for these characters, and tadah! )))

--- Media Folder has the Tiger Mark ---

--- Sam ---

I hummed and entered the water, straddling her waist slowly.

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She flinched, and tried to move, but I placed hands on her shoulders, and then leaned forward, simply laying on her chest, ignoring the growing problem; the long side of which was pressing my womanhood gently.

I smiled and smelled her desperation. "Calm down, dear. Calm down." I said softly, stroking her arms, spreading ripples.

"Please, get off, I can't, I wish I could, but my control is not good enough to have you up against my- mmmmf move, please, doll-" she was trying to move me without moving me, which was amusing.

I kissed her sweetly. "Relax. Relax. I trust you. Alright? I trust you, and I want you to calmly stand, and carry me to bed. Right now." I commanded in a gently stern tone, that brooked no argument.

She whimpered and slowly stood, picking me up. I held on, kissing her gently, repeatedly. "Good girl, keep going..." I whispered, leaning my face against her chest sweetly, eyes gazing upwards.

She gulped and walked slowly to the bed, where she froze.

"Good girl, very nice. Now, follow my instructions extremely carefully, and execute when I tell you to." I warned.

She nodded frantically. "Sure." She said.

"Place me on the bed, gently, and then go to my closet. Remove the red silk panties, and put them on. Then crawl back to the bed, and be prepared for the ride of your life." I whispered in her ear, and nibbled it.

She gulped. "I don't know if I can..."

"Why not?" I asked.

"I... I..."

"Speak, my dear, what is wrong?"

"I don't think I can let go... Physically. I can't." She whimpered.

I smiled and kissed her sweetly, then growled in her ear. "Understand that I'm just about two seconds away from throwing you down, and beginning our session of sloppy, sexy lovemaking, but I'd prefer our first time begin a little sweeter. Hmm?" I smiled.

She grinned a lopsided grin, and nodded, slowly setting me on the bed, and walking to the closet, her thigh muscles straining.

My member straightened to its full 10.5 inch perfection, and hardened like rock, as she bent over and slid on my red silk panties.

She turned and began walking back, and I growled. "I gave specific instructions... I may have to punish you, naughty kitten..." I hissed gently, and she dropped to her knees, then all fours, crawling towards me.

She made it onto the bed, and I smiled. "Perfect... On your knees, lean back, I want to see everything that is mine..."

She blushed, but leaned back, spreading her legs and pushing the silk thong aside, then lifting her hefty balls to show me her dripping pussy.

I moaned, and nodded at my cock. "Well? You may give me attention, pet... But if I don't like it, your punishment gets exponentially worse..."

She blushed and covered her face. "I can't... I can't suck your cock..." She said, her face blazing with shame.

"Why not, my love?" I asked quietly.

"I... I have a really strong gag reflex, and the last time I tried... It was bad." She looked away.

I nodded. "That's alright, my love, come here." She didn't move. "Come here." I growled.

She slowly crawled up my body, and laid on me, shivering with need.

"Good Pet, such a good Pet... Kiss your mistress?" I asked, tipping her chin up.

She smiled as kissed me sweetly. "Mistress?" She asked archly.

I pinched her ear. "Don't sass me, you already have one punishment coming. I learned from Charlie how to dominate a dominant... And yes, for the duration of our sexy time today, I am in charge. Understood?"

She smiled and nodded, kissing me slowly. Then she hummed. "Who's Charlie?"

"Oh? Abigail's night Job. She's a Dominatrix, and she goes by Charlie, on stage." I smirked.

She chuckled, and her hips moved a little with her laughter. I moaned at her hips rubbing my own, and rolled her over, grinning. I waved a hand, and chains slowly wrapped her wrists and ankles.

She froze, but I stroked her cheek and coo'ed assurances. "You're fine, mi amor, I won't ever hurt you. You're safe. Look, the chains come off with an easy safe word, 'Danger'." The chains melted. I recast them, and nodded. "Okay?" I asked, making sure she really was okay with this.

She slowly nodded, still a little tense. I hummed, then sighed. "Danger..." The chains melted. "Dammit, this won't work with our current level of trust." She tried to tell me I was wrong, but I waved it off. "It's fine. The chains are a bit much for you... So we'll just have to give you rules."

She nodded, her hands absently roaming my naked body, which was mounted atop her toned stomach, with her hungry cock tapping my ass every time it fell down a little. "Name it, mi amor." She said.

"1: If I say Danger, you stop. If your beast loves me, it will not want to hurt me, so hopefully that isn't an issue. 2: No Anal. Not yet, at least."

"What?" She asked, confused.

"I like anal. Sue me." I shrugged. "Anyway. 3: don't ever hold me down again like you did on the Bar. You can be over me, but you will never hold me down again, is that understood?" I asked, poking her chest.

She nodded, kissing my hands. "Never." She promised.

"Good. And 4; let me take the lead a little with each new thing, just so you know I'm comfortable with it." I smiled, and kissed her, and then started massaging her chest, playing with her massive breasts.

She moaned and nodded, her fingers slowly digging into my large, soft ass.

I smiled and grinded on her cock, making sure to push my own so it slid up and down hers, making her shiver. She purred and gripped me harder, and I nipped and nibbled her breasts, paying close attention to her nipples.

She gasped and pushed back, and I growled playfully, digging my fingers under her ribs slightly.

She laughed and smacked my hands weakly. "H-Hey! No Fair!! No Tickling!" She giggled and weakly resisted.

I smiled. "Oh? Are you done? Is that the end of your resistance?"

She laughed and rolled us over, and I moaned as I felt her cock rub all the way to my stomach. She had a delicious looking 11 inches, and I smirked at her as I slowly drifted down, kissing her stomach gently.

She shivered, and her hips bucked upwards. I held her hips down gently, and kissed the tip of her cock. I giggled at her little whimpers and purrs, and licked her meat slowly, taking my time with the delicious meal.

She whined impatiently, but I just chuckled and gently nipped her urethra, making her flinch and whimper. "Don't be impatient. I'll let you cum soon enough." I warned, and then sweetly licked the length of her cock, swirling my tongue around the tip, and then dipped my mouth down, taking her into my throat slowly.

She gasped and bucked a second time, and I started sucking, bobbing my head to take her deeper and deeper. She moaned and played with my hair, as I stroked her balls, reaching under them for her pussy.

She gasped as my fingers slowly slipped into her, teasing her cunt as I sucked her off, moaning at the mixture of flavor on her skin, in her cum, and even her sweat, as she exerted herself.

She tightened around my fingers, and then filled my mouth and throat with an amazing liquid, and I moaned as I swallowed it, savoring every drop. I sucked her urethra empty, and then released her cock's head with a pop.

"Mmm... Delicious..." I mumbled, and slowly dipped down to lick her cunt next. She gasped and pulled my hair gently, her fingers tangled in my brown locks.

I moaned into her core as my tongue worked its way into her tight folds, exploring her gently, with no urgency to my movements.

She leaned back, blissing out, and I mischievously slipped a thumb into her ass, making her jump, her cock twitching and dripping already.

I moaned and kept fingering her, both holes, while my free hand stroked her cock to repeated orgasms, painting her stomach and tits.

Eventually I figured she had had enough. I slowly drew back, then leaned down, licking up that glorious concoction that spilled from her still-heavy balls.

I sucked on her tits for good measure, and then kissed her, sharing the delicious fluid, mixed with my spit.

She licked my lips, swallowing heavily, and I moaned. "You're delicious." I whispered, and nibbled her lower lip.

She smiled and kissed me, then her hands started fondling my balls and cock, and fingering my pussy, with no warning.

I yelped, and she laughed, nom'ing on my neck as she gave me the attention I so desperately needed.

Eventually, I came, moaning again as I painted her stomach and thighs. She ran a finger through the small puddle slowly, and licked the white substance off of the soaked digit.

"Delicioso..." She said quietly, her eyes lightening from black to a jungle green hue.

"Control yourself, my love, don't lose yourself, I want you to remember every second of this first time... Maybe we can get a bit wilder next time, but this time..." I kissed her cheek.

She smiled and nodded, before leaning forward and setting me on the tip of her cock. I gasped and moved, rolling us so I was on my back, in a simple missionary. "I want to feel you, my love... All the way inside." I bit her ear gently, and she moaned, prodding my entrance.

I spread my legs, wrapping them around her, and kissed her to mask the pain as her massive member stabbed deep into my womb, filling me so perfectly that I almost thought I was using a custom dildo, fitted to perfection.

I held her still, shivering, and kissed her sweetly. "Give me a second to get used to you... Then you can fuck me however you like." I smiled.

She smiled and nodded, kissing my lips, then my nose, and then my forehead. I pressed her even impossibly deeper with my ankles, and then released her.

Like the starting shot of a race, she was immediately pounding my womb into pure submission, her hips savage and almost feral, while her hands were as gentle as clouds, caressing my body so sweetly I almost forgot about my throbbing need. Her lips gently tasted my body, tracing the lines of my frame with her slightly rough tongue.

I accepted my lover deep into me, and then felt something I'd never felt before in such magnitude. Static was crashing like waves into my subconscious, slowly fading my consciousness without deleting it, as if my insecurities and thoughts were washing away with the tide of the love my dearest was showing me in this; the most pure form of love that any lover was capable of.

My mind entered a soft state, as if everything except my bodies senses were muted. My senses focused on her, focusing purely on her. The smell of her sweat and her natural musk, that slight Turmeric tang. The sight of her eyes, that deep, bright Emerald Green. The feeling of her skin, spreading shocks across my skin like a breeze of sensation. The taste of her lips, so decadent it was like I was rediscovering a favorite dessert. The delicious sound of her voice, so strained and reedy, but even more beautiful for it.

She was my everything, My World, in that moment. That, The Sweetest of Moments.

I smiled, feeling as if my soul was reaching out and claiming her, pulling her into myself to proclaim to the world, 'This... This is MINE.' I felt like a snake, swallowing her into myself to protect her from all others, because she was mine, and only mine.

"My Sweet Mate." I whispered, and kissed her lips, just as she reached her peak, and her grip on my hips tightened almost painfully, and her long canines sought solace on my shoulder.

I offered it willingly, and stroked her hair, not even feeling pain, only a sweet and loving connection being made.

A stylized mark appeared over the bite, and I smirked, understanding the weight of it.

Through this new connection, I offered her my thoughts, my feelings, my truest emotions, And she cried happy tears, showing me how she shared them, despite her complete inability to articulate them.

"Hey... Cut me... Some slack... I'm... Not a... Writer." She huffed, laying her head on my chest.

"I know, dearest." I smiled. 'But you are an artist... Jackson Pollock would be proud...' I looked down.

She laughed, and kissed me. "You're adorably dirty."

"Mmm... Your fault." I smiled.

"Oh?"

"Yes... And now?" I rolled us over quickly. "My turn..."

She gulped, seeing the lust and love mixing in my gaze.

I kissed her, and slowly began making sweet love to my newly marked Mate, who bore the White-Horned Black Rose, the Symbol of my Witch Coven.

I rolled her over, laying on top of her between her thighs, and gently pushed my cock into her waiting, tight cunt.

She gasped, and I smiled, before kissing her to mask the small pain of me shoving the entire length of myself directly into her pussy, so deep I almost felt like I was going to get lost.

She screamed out in pleasure, and her ankles Locked me in place.

I nodded and kissed her repeatedly, playing with her hair, letting her get used to my cock, buried all the way in her sopping pussy.

She moaned, and then kissed me. "I'm ready, mi amor..."

I smiled and kissed her back deeply, then started working my hips, feeling my pelvis begin to burn, but that just added to the pleasure, and soon I was fucking her just as hard a she was fucking me, shaking my entire house as my magic seeped out, into the air and into her, mixed with my cum.

She orgasmed in time with my own, and I froze, holding my cock head against the door to her womb, spraying my cum and painting the inside of her womb in my own special witch brew.

She gasped and then relaxed, shivering. I slowly pulled out. "And who said you could relax, my love? Turn around, and bend over." I growled, nipping her mark.

She gasped and obeyed, relaxing her spine and raising her ass.

I gripped the red silk thong, which had survived until now, and yanked it, giving her a wedgie, then wrapping her balls at the base with it.

She squealed, and I laughed. "Did you think I forgot your punishment, my love?"

She moaned. "Ooh Baby, I hope it's a hard fucking..." She grunted.

"Mmm. No that's not a punishment... But ball busting is." I smiled.

She gasped, and her asscheeks tightened and she dug deep to endure what I was about to do to her.

I gripped her ballsack around the base, and squeezed, then gently patted the sack, starting at the very bottom of the pail scale. She'd be feeling small jolts, right now.

Then I started going harder, almost spanking her balls, and because of their size, I could spank each one individually.

She moaned and whimpered and moaned some more, cumming several times, but being unable to produce anything than a small spurt of silver fluid, as I'd tied them off.

I smiled. "I think your balls have been punished enough... Now for this delicious pussy..." I gripped the cloth surrounding her balls, and used that to hold her still as I shove my cock into her cunt.

She screamed out an orgasm, and again, nothing was wasted except silver discharge.

I rammed into her from behind wildly, just the way I would want her to do it to me, and she was in ecstasy, cumming repeatedly.

I finally felt a big orgasm coming, so I flipped her over, ripped off the thong, and pressed a finger to her urethra, holding it down as I came deep into her, pushing it again into her womb.

Then I pulled out, mounted her waist, accepting her into me all the way, and moved my finger off of her urethra.

Her bruised balls emptied themselves into me almost fully, filling me so much that my stomach swelled for a moment. I collapsed onto her chest, giggling.

"Oh god that was delicious..." I kissed her.

"Mmm. Yes it was." She licked her lips and stared at me. "Are you tired?" She asked slowly.

"Mm. Not yet. You?"

"Never." She grinned, a lustful glint in her eyes.

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I traced my mark on her shoulder, and smiled. "I didn't know witches could mark their mates..." She said softly, gazing at her shoulder, grinning.

"Neither did I... Most witches reject Weir mates... Boy am I glad I'm a stubborn bitch, eh?" I giggled, and kissed her mark sweetly.

She smiled. "So am I... Now about that seventh round..."

"Insatiable!" I gasped, smacking her arm gently. "Cuddle me, you annoying pussy." I growled.

She smiled and pulled me to her chest, holding me gently. "Alright alright. No need for sass." She mumbled, and spanked my thigh.

I laughed and then gasped as her hand roughly cupped my womanhood, and giggled, leaning back to display myself for her.

She smiled. "Who's insatiable now? HA." She grinned.

"Mmm... Shaddup and fuck me, before I get bored and call Shay." I prodded her, smiling.

Her eyes turned bright green, and she growled, pinning me to the mattress, and nipping my mark.

"Mine." She growled.

"Prove it." I smirked, slowly turning over, and smiling over my shoulder.

Her cock rammed into my pussy so hard that the bed under me creaked and jumped, and I moaned, looking over my shoulder. "That's right, baby, fuck me, come on, do it, prove to me that I'm only yours..." I whispered sexily.

He eyes were pure green as she pulled back her hips and then slammed back in, her cock head ramming the door to my womb repeatedly.

I screamed in pleasure, and raised my ass, shaking it on her cock to get her even more excited.

She needed no encouragement to fuck me so hard I couldn't think of anything else, but not once did I feel an ounce of pain.

She was somehow gentle, even while fucking me so hard I knew I wouldn't be walking for a few days.

I gasped and tossed my head back as she orgasmed, filling my womb with her seed. I shivered in pure pleasure, and turned to kiss her.

She smiled at me, a tired, sated smile. Then she leaned against my shoulder, kissing my new mark repeatedly, shivering in tune with me.

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It was a long night, which I learned was actually about four days long.

I regret nothing.