Page 22 of Loved By the Gargoyle

“Yes.”

She leaned forward and kissed me.

Her little lips and tongue were no longer tentative. She sought for me eagerly, creating noises from deep within her throat against my mouth. Her tongue chased mine, dancing together, nearly fighting as they begged and collided.

It was rapture.

It was heaven.

I dominated the kiss, hoping my inexperience of the act could be excused with my enthusiasm. Getting lost in her would have been far too easy. Centuries could pass in a blink and I would not know the difference because I was blissfully lost in her lips and thighs.

Greedy demon that I was, I demanded more of her. Growls rumbled through my chest, echoing through her small room. My entire body vibrated and she pulled away from my mouth, gasping. Her mouth dropped open, a silent scream catching in her throat.

“Xa–Xa–” She did not get the rest of the word out.

Her body reacted before she could speak. Every muscle tensed against me, wrapping around me like a vice before she fell, flying on the wings of that sensation of release, unable to do anything but grasp for me and bury her face in the hard panes of my chest.

My wings wrapped around the both of us, swallowing us up and the cries emitting from her throat. Those sounds were mine and mine alone, the melody of my wife’s release one I would selfishly hoard.

Her entire body trembled in my arms. Even as I was still hard and aching within her, I paused my movements to soothe her, raking my claws softly against her skin and making her flesh pebble. She whimpered, her body jolting against mine, quickly at first, and then slowly, until the sensation seemed to pass. The glow from my chest illuminated us within our protection, bathing her in a soft light, making her appear angelic. Moisture clung to her upper lip and temples and dark strands of hair were plastered against her cheeks.

“Are you well?” My claws gripped her chin, turning her face up to mine.

“Yeah.” It was said on a sigh that made my cock stir.

“Good.” I kissed her again, a brief touch that had me aching for more, before I pulled away. “Because we are far from being finished, and I would like your permission to do more.”

She huffed out the softest of breaths. “More?”

“More.”

I couldn’t imagine there was more where that came from, but there was the fact that Xavir was still hard and throbbing inside me, even after I felt wrung out, spent. Every single nerve had been carved and hollowed out, electrified until it felt like I had nothing left to give.

My body was limp against Xavir’s, filled with warmth that encompassed the both of us from within the protection of our warm cocoon that he’d created with his wings.

“How pretty you are, my wife,” Xavir purred, shifting us so we were somehow even closer than we’d already been. Like he could suffuse me to his body if he could, keep me right where I was for the rest of eternity.

The shift caused his hips to rise, his cock sliding in even deeper. The tight fit eased in now that I was good and slick after several orgasms, but I still felt him so far inside that my throat closed, trapping every breath I needed to survive.

Xavir’s wings parted, opening up and letting slivers of soft light within the darkness. His face looked down at me, so unlike anything I’d ever seen before, with those marble-like eyes, pointed nose, and sharp teeth that flashed dangerously in my direction.

It was like something out of a movie. A terror sent to trap me.

The thrill of the thought shot down my spine and I shuddered, feeling myself sink onto him even more.

“Aaah,” Xavir hummed, and there was a rumbling noise coming from his chest. “How your body sings for me. Can you hear it?” His claws skimmed up the sides of my naked body, stopping along the undersides of my breasts before grazing against my nipples.

He seemed to genuinely want an answer. “I don’t–Ah!”

Xavir lifted me a fraction, moving me in a slow undulation against him so I could feel the curve of his ribbed cock slide through me, touching something inside me that had me gasping. Wetness slid out of me, creating slick, noisy, raunchy sounds as our bodies met again and again.

“Such sweet music,” Xavir praised, his all-black eyes staring down where he had me split open. “A song for my ears only.” He picked up the pace, my bare skin slapping down against his thighs the harder and faster he moved me. My body bounced, and I was too weak to keep up, too weak to do much but take what he was offering with sighs and mewls. Weak fingers trembled as they reached for him, but something snaked between our bodies, like a hard coil of rope, and wrapped around my wrists, holding them up in the air.

My eyes flew up to find his pointed tail wrapped dangerously around me, the knife-tip end precariously close to the lines of my veins. Every thrust up had that part of his body cutting into me, drawing a thin line of blood that I watched drip down my forearm with fascination.

“You bleed for me,” Xavir continued, staring at the same spot I was, all while his hips kept a steady rhythm. “So pretty, taking your husband’s cock. I told you we would fit. We are fated, my love. You and I, we are mates.” His rhythm picked up, like he was losing that careful control and falling into the primal need we were both drowning in.

He moved us once again, his hands going to the undersides of my thighs and spreading them far until it hurt, until every inch of me was on display for his perusal and he feasted with his eyes, seeing the juices of my release darkening his light gray skin. Something feral snapped in him at the sight of our bodies like this. His tail slipped from my wrists quick enough to cut and wrapped around my thighs like a rope, pushing me wider, while the tip slithered slowly across my bare pussy, stopping along my clit.