Titus removed his cufflinks and set them on the side table as Desdemona watched him with bated breath. They had made love before and he had even claimed her, but now it would be as man and wife. Her lack of experience with any other man before she’d met him came into full focus as she trembled in her wedding gown. Titus removed his vest and tie before unbuttoning his shirt and draping it over the back of the chair.

When he was naked to the waist, he came to her and told her to stand and turn around for him. His big hands and deft fingers opened the tiny pearl buttons that ran up her back. She could feel his breath on the back of her neck and it made the little hairs rise to attention. He slid his hands under her sleeves and pushed the dress forward and down her body. The bodice slipped away from her chest and the skirt pooled on the floor where it fell.

Desdemona was left standing in her lacy underwear, structured corset, and white heels that were encrusted with crystal beads. Titus held her hand as she stepped out of the dress. He gathered her in his arms and ran his hands down her back to her ass. He squeezed the exposed flesh and pulled her against his hardness. Desdemona gasped. He tilted her chin toward him, gazing deeply into her eyes.

“This is as new for me as it is for you. I’ve never had a wife before,” he whispered into her ear.

“I’m glad I’m your first,” she teased.

He pulled her against him, pressing his erection to her body. Titus growled and began to unfasten the buckles at the front of her corset, soon revealing her round, youthful breasts. After all day in the tight clothing, being unwrapped by her new husband made her feel exposed and sensitive all over.

He cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed as he ran his thumbs over her nipples. Desdemona bit her lip and groaned. It was then that Titus seemed to lose whatever control he had over himself. All that calm, quiet subtlety was gone and it was replaced by a man whose eyes glowed with his inner dragon and whose breath was fiery hot on her skin.

He growled and picked her up, placing her on the bed where he removed her panties. He climbed over her, finally naked himself, his cock stiff and throbbing. She couldn’t wait for him to be inside her.

Titus flicked his tongue in and out of her mouth and slid his cock against her wet folds. She felt swollen and hungry to be filled. She arched her back and her breasts pressed against his chest. Titus moved over her, sliding his tongue down her body. He came to her nipples and sucked one in after the other. Desdemona ran her fingers through his hair, loving the feeling of him licking, sucking, and fondling her breasts. But he didn’t stop there, he continued down her body with his hot tongue leaving a trail of desire all the way down to her thighs.

He slid his tongue up her slit and pressed it against her clit while his fingers slid inside her wet core. She groaned as her pussy sucked his fingers deeper. His pumping fingers slid over her inner pleasure, exciting her until she felt she was on the brink. Titus pressed his tongue against her clit, circling over it in quick motions.

Desdemona groaned as her body quivered with release. He didn’t waste any time between her climax and climbing over her naked body. His erection was thick and throbbing and she reached out and grabbed it. Desdemona stroked up and down his shaft, gripping his hard cock with her little hand. Titus growled and she licked the drop of precum on the tip of his cock and slid it over her lips.

Her tongue flicked from her mouth to taste his offering. Titus took her hand away from his shaft, moving over her to rest between her legs. He pressed the head of his cock against her wet, throbbing opening. He kissed her with her juices still on his lips.

Thrusting forward, he pushed inside her, stretching her around his width. Titus wasn’t just a man, he was an immortal, a dragon, a demigod. He was built on a different scale, and that included his cock. Even though they’d been together before, the feeling of him sinking inside her would always blow her mind. He stretched her wide over his girth, filling her beyond reason.

She clung to his back as he slid further into her channel, sinking to the root of his dick. Desdemona licked Titus’s ear as she writhed under him. The sensation of his body inside hers was like the rushing wave of sound that flowed through her when she played her guitar. The whirling flood of magic welled all around.

The binding spell reverberated throughout room. Desdemona threw her head back and gasped, her eyes going wide. Titus growled in her ear. She wanted him deeper, filling the depths of her soul.