Page 38 of Hated By the Gargoyle

But two could play at that game.

I rolled my hips against his cock, gasping as it split me open further. My hands came down on top of his thighs as I began to move.

I had no idea what I was doing, but it was instinct, finding what felt good and moving, squeezing him onto me.

Qanek rumbled, a sound that made the ground beneath us shake.

“Wife…”

“If you’re the master of my pleasure,” I breathed, “then I am the master of yours.”

“Yessss.”

His claws scraped against my thighs, and I was sure he drew blood. But I couldn’t feel it. I only knew the emptiness at my front, the need to have my clit touched but being denied while I was filled to the brim, drawing out his pleasure so that he might grant me mine.

“Fuck me, Qanek.” I moved my hips, just a little faster. “Fuck your wife like a good little gargoyle and make me come.”

He roared once again, jerking faster into my body, pulling me faster and faster against him until we were nothing more than a tangled, slapping mess. There was no finesse to what we were doing.

The first time I had sex, I hadn’t imagined it like this. So brutal and painful and so much more… I had pictured it would be sweet and gentle. But Qanek bled everything into this moment. Everything we felt for one another, tearing apart at the seams, pulling us and tethering us tighter and tighter like knots we couldn’t unravel. His rage, his hatred, it all came down to this. He brutalized my pussy to find his pleasure and I searched for mine just as viciously.

I scratched and bit, tearing through too-hard skin as I made guttural sounds to match his own.

Qanek pulled me on top of him, over and over he went until I was breathless, needy, desperate.

“Qanek…” I could feel the trail of tears down my cheeks. “Qanek.”

“Sshh.” He bit down on my shoulder, and I screamed at the sting he caused. “Let your husband care for you.”

And then his claws were finally–finally–where I wanted them to be. Sharp, until he pressed the flat part of his claw to my clit.

That was all it took for me to detonate.

My whole body convulsed, trembling as pleasure overtook every single muscle until reality faded away and I knew nothing but the sensation in my body, drowning me in its very essence.

Qanek filled me with fire, growling as he found his own release. As it went inside me, warming me up like I was standing too close to a fire. My eyes shot open in time to see my chest begin to glow alongside his.

I wanted to scream at this new thing my body was doing, but I couldn’t find the sound.

Qanek lifted me off his cock and I felt a rush of fluid slide down my thighs. Before I could peek, he was turning me in his arms and slamming me back down on his hard member.

“More,” he ordered, demanded.

And I only wanted to oblige.

I was too tired, too spent, but I moved my hips anyway. My body felt wrung tight, almost lazy. I was in pain, my body demanding rest and yet…

“Kiss me, Qanek.”

He stared at me in clear confusion and the fire that was burning in my chest lifted to my cheeks.

“Never mind.” I started to turn away, but he gripped my chin, forcing me to look at him.

“Explain what ‘kiss’ is.”

Oh.

Oh.