Page 24 of Loved By the Gargoyle

Trembling fingers touched the spot over my sternum, where the fire blazed hottest.

“What is this?” I wondered aloud.

Xavir’s attention snapped to me and he purred. “My magic twining with you,” he answered. “We are one now, my flower. You are mine. My wife. My mate.”

My neck burned where he’d bit me. I knew some species of paranormal creatures marked one another to claim as mates. It appeared as though Xavir was one of those.

I lifted my now-glowing hands in the dark. It illuminated my bedroom. “Does that mean I have magic now?”

Xavir hummed, his sticky fingers spreading over my thighs. “Perhaps.”

I wanted to test the theory. I didn’t know the first thing about magic, but I knew Xavir. I knew his heart, his soul, and I could feel a sliver of him inside me. Not just gushing from between my thighs, but down to my soul. Like a part of him had attached to me and I could feel it like an extra sense, an extra limb that I was all too aware of.

I reached for that part inside myself, picturing it as an extension of Xavir and of the shadows he commanded.

It responded almost immediately and shadows splintered from my body like the tendrils on an octopus.

I let out a surprised yelp and they fell before I grasped for them again, turning them into thick coils of shadowy rope that I wove around Xavir’s wrists.

He stared down at them, his lips twisting in what I interpreted as amusement. He looked at me and hummed. “Are you attempting to dominate me, my flower?”

I didn’t know what I was doing. I was doing what felt good. Experimenting, like I’d always wanted to do but had never been able to fully trust someone to allow it.

“Would it work if I did?”

“Perhaps.”

“Would you give me permission?” I asked, eyes widening with innocence and seduction in equal measure.

A chuckle rumbled out of his chest. “Do with me what you wish. I am yours.”

“In that case…” I commanded the shadows, used them like restraints that appeared to transform into solidity as they wove around Xavir’s body.

Around and around like yarn they wrapped, lifting his arms up and pulling him off my bed so he hovered on his knees. I sent tendrils around his wings too, careful of them, but tightening them along his back so he couldn’t use them. Once he was strung up, I sat up, letting my palms kiss his inner thighs. The movement made him groan, as if my touch brought an ache, and then I was pushing his thighs apart and using the shadows to force them open for me.

When he was well and truly restrained, I sat back on my haunches to observe my handiwork.

Black shadows wrapped around his lithe body. It tightened over him, making his muscles appear bunched against the restraints. With his arms up over his head and horns, he was at my mercy, and with his knees shoved apart, hard, dripping cock standing at his stomach, he was even more so.

“Oh, my flower,” Xavir hummed. “I think I am going to enjoy this very much.”

His words of affirmation emboldened me. I hadn’t been sure what I wanted or where I was going with this, but now I knew.

“I want to taste you,” I told him. My voice didn’t waver, and my shyness seemed to dissipate.

His cock bobbed.

“Then taste me if you must.” He flexed against the restraints. “Let me know what it is to feel my wife’s mouth upon my cock.”

I crawled forward on all fours until I was face to face with his cock. “I’ll make you feel so good,” I promised.

“Of that I have no doubt.”

Bravery clasped a hand on me, the bite of a seductress overtaking, as I rocked forward and pressed the flat of my tongue to the very tip of his cock. The head was glowing, almost as triangular as the tip of his tail without the sharpness. This part of him wasn’t as hard as the rest of his body either, but still big and intimidating.

“Hmm…” Xavir thrust his hips in my direction as he leaned back, enjoying the sensation of my wet tongue. “How soft my wife is.”

I licked the cum off him like I was sucking down a lollipop. First from the tip and then down the sides and under, swiping over the bumps and ridges that made up the underside. He tasted like something sweet and spicy and I devoured it. Each time I did, my chest glowed brighter, and Xavir’s member grew harder until it was nearly bulging, the veins a bright pattern against darker skin.