Page 23 of Loved By the Gargoyle

The closeness of the sharp edge of his tail near my clit made me cry out in ecstacy. A rush came over my head. I wanted… I wanted… I didn’t know what I wanted… until he touched that little nub with it. The sharp sting made an explosion of sensation detonate within me, nearly sending me into an orgasm with just a flick. My body jerked against the restraint, but he held strong, undeterred even as I clawed at his shoulders for purchase.

“How your body weeps.” His voice had gone far too guttural.

And I loved every bit of it. Like a melody my fingers wanted to play, I memorized the tones, saving it for a composition that would be only for us.

The thoughts blew from my mind when I felt his tail slide over me again, this time going down further, playing with the entrance to the hole at my backside.

I tensed against him, holding my breath… waiting…

Xavir dropped his head back, exposing the strong column of his throat. He groaned. “How you squeeze my cock when I touch you there.” His gaze snapped back down to me, like a predator who had his sight set on prey. And then he smiled, wide and terrifying, a sight that kicked my heart up in my chest out of fear and pleasure.

I swallowed.

The sharp edge pressed against the rim of my ass and I screamed out, grasping blindly at his horns, pulling myself away from the surprise of the sensation. Xavir chuckled darkly and pulled me back down against him.

“Xavir, it’s too sharp…”

He growled and I watched as his tail lifted up to his mouth and slid between his sharp teeth…

He bit the end of his tail off and spit it off to the side, dulling the tip before it went back to my body and shoved slowly inside.

I was being filled from both ends, something I’d never tried before. The lack of lubricant created a pinch of pain that I somehow found pleasure in and sank deeper onto him. Groaning at the sensation of being so full, my head thrashed from side to side. Surely I couldn’t take any more, and yet I wanted.

I craved.

I’d always wanted someone to share this with and now I had him. In all his monstrous glory, I had him. And I was his first everything, and I was desperate to make it as good for him as it was for me. So desperate to let him know, the same way he was telling me.

“Xavir,” I whispered. My fingers stroked up his horns, causing his hips to stutter, losing their set pattern, against me. I rubbed his horns again, slowly moving and squeezing. “I love how you feel inside me,” I told him.

He groaned, hips picking up speed. “Wife.” It sounded like a plea. “Yes, tell me what you love. I will give you your every desire.”

I squeezed him harder, wanting to match the sensations, not wanting to be left behind. I found the strength to lift my hips off his, and he seemed to chase after me.

“I like that you watched me when I didn’t know you were there.” The breaths began panting out of my chest. “I want more of that. I want you to chase me. Hunt me. I want you to steal me away in the tradition of your people.”

He growled, shoving me down on my back and landing on top of me. He entered me to the hilt in a single thrust and lost all sense of control as he pounded faster. Like my words spurred him on, unleashing him from the constraints he’d placed there himself.

“Yes,” I moaned in his ear. “Yes, take me, Xavir.” I licked a stripe up the side of his neck and leaned close to whisper, “You’re such a good boy, taking me like this.”

I wasn’t sure what part of me nestled those words in, but when they sprang from my tongue, they’d felt so right.

Xavir snapped.

I knew nothing in the next few minutes except the brutal punishment of his hips against mine. The howling and grumbling coming from his throat and chest. The nip of sharp teeth grazing the soft skin at my neck before breaking past the barrier and sinking into my flesh. I screamed, uncaring who heard the sound as the euphoria swept over me in waves again and again and again. Claws raked down my sides, pushing me firmly against the mattress while the hard scrape of his body lost composure above me, pushing in again and again and again…

Jets of warmth filled me from the inside. Warm and electric, his cum shot into me. I could feel him pulsing, hear the sloshing of our joined wetness seep from between us, just under the sound of his howls of release.

Xavir’s entire chest blazed a bright blue, the glow spreading through his veins and down where we were joined. The light reached for me, wrapping around my body as well until we were both set ablaze.

I stared down at my chest, mouth dropped open as his fire blazed inside me, pulsing just beneath the surface of my skin like smoke trapped in clear glass, begging to get out. It flickered like a campfire and everything inside me burned in the best way.

Xavir looked down at me, equal parts love and fascination in his expression and slowly, almost reluctantly, he pulled out of my body. As he did, cum poured out of me in an embarrassing rush, and as his waist lifted, several strings of bright, electric blue cum connected from my entrance to the tip of his glowing cock.

“We are one now.” His chest grumbled that rocky, deep sound. I watched, face blazing, as Xavir cupped his big hands beneath me, catching his glowing release, just before he slowly, carefully, attempted to shove it back inside me with his claws.

Overly sensitive, I cried out, falling back against the mattress in a cloud of fluff and stuffing. The blankets and mattress around me had been shredded in the brutality of our joining, causing me to chuckle. The sound faded and was replaced with the wet squelching of Xavir pushing his cum inside me, only for it to seep out again.

I wanted to ask what he was doing, but his focus was so intense, I feared interrupting whatever thoughts were swirling through his head, so I just lay back and felt the sensation of his fingers gliding in and out of me. His release was sticky, but didn’t once lose its warmth. All the while, my chest glowed.