Page 30 of Hated By the Gargoyle

My cock still ached, though I could not say if it was for a taste of her or because it knew I needed to lie with my wife to complete our bond.

An obligation.

I did not desire her the way man desired woman.

At least I did not think I did.

Desire was a foreign thing, and my wife was no true beauty in the way that humans believed things were. But she was beautiful and my cock called her name still, even after the sting of her rejection.

Perhaps I truly did enjoy the suffering.

Perhaps she did too.

This was not what I had planned at all. Life was making a mockery of me yet again. But the anger had dulled to a throb, and all I could do was watch my wife as she slipped her little black device from around her neck and settled it in a safe nook before she walked towards the bathing area.

She stared at the water for a long moment then turned in my direction. “Can I take a bath?”

“You may do what you wish.” It is your den now.

I bit my tongue and tasted blood. I would not say those words. She feared them. She had made that clear. She would accept them eventually. She would have to.

She sighed in relief, and then slowly my wife began to strip.

Something inside me stirred, and my already hard cock wept from the tip as she began revealing the smooth expanse of light brown flesh. First, her arms as she divested herself of the garment she’d stolen from my treasure trove. More garments came off, one by one. She toed off her boots, the coverings of her feet, and then…

Her fingers slid into the waist of the blue leg coverings, and they slid down the length of her body. Tight, she struggled for a brief second before she kicked them off and stood at the edge of the thermal pool.

All bare flesh, her naked body foreign and yet…

My cock cried her name. I pressed the heel of my hand against it, willing whatever this was to abate.

She does not want you.

But she will.

I shook my head to expel the errant thoughts. But I could not tear my gaze away from her. There were small indentations in the small of her back just above her bottom. Her body dipped and curved and lumped. Soft flesh that would fit into my palms, a rounded bottom and a slit just there that begged for my curious touch…

She stepped a toe into the water and sighed deeply before the rest of her body followed. She made noises of pleasure and…

Liquid slipped from the tip of my cock, staining my loincloth a fiery red.

Fuck.

Was this what desire felt like?

Was this what it was to want your wife?

I did not imagine I could want Lucero, but my cock was begging for a taste of her. All that hatred, all that anger, it had transformed within moments into this.

The need to prove to her that I would not leave her as many others had wrapped around me in a deadly embrace.

It made no sense.

She was my wife, the one I did not want, and yet there was much I desired to prove.

I stood and made my way over to my chest of treasures and rummaged through it, rumbling. I could feel her eyes on my backside, and the attention caused my tail to swish a wild rhythm I could not control.

When I found what I searched for, I turned, making my way to the water. I stepped in after her, uncaring that it wet my own garment. She let out a soft gasp and took a step back until she bobbed in the deeper end of the water.