Page 40 of Hated By the Gargoyle

His pleas, for some reason, broke my heart. They were as lonely as I had always felt inside. But it seemed, somehow, the two of us had found one another in the drowning darkness and it was driving the loneliness back and bringing forth the light.

We’d found each other, and we didn’t want to let go.

I smoothed my hand across his hair and whispered back, “I promise, husband.” His body shuddered at that word. At my final admission of our truth, and my true acceptance of our union. “I promise.”

My wife was so soft.

My wife.

Wife.

The very word gripped me tight and refused to leave. It wrapped around my soul, sinking down to my stone bones. Everything I had ever strived for, finally at my grasp. I had a wife, and she promised to never leave.

Her heat enveloped me, her insides so smooth and tight and wet. We had finished, but I craved her again. I would have her. But her body was languid and relaxed, laying over mine as she hummed a sound of satisfaction that poured hot lava all over my cock.

It stirred, vibrating within her luscious heat and she groaned, shifting against my body.

“Hold tightly to me, wife,” I purred, wrapping my arms around her waist and hiking her legs up around me. She locked them into place, and while our bodies were still connected, I soared into the sky.

She moaned but held tightly, pushing closer to me than she had been before, as though she were afraid of the height, of the cold.

But I would never let her fall.

I wanted us in the safety of our den. While hunting her had been a primal, desperate need, I needed her safety more. Demons in the Underworld feared my brothers and me, but there were few brave ones who would dare attack. I would not put my wife’s life at risk, even if we had our pleasure and it would be burned into my memories forever.

My den–our den–was far safer. I could fuck her again and again without the worry of being attacked.

I flew inside and straight to our nest. I did not want our bodies to separate, but I pulled her off my cock, slowly losing her warmth as I laid her down. Immediately, our mingled releases slid out of her with a wet sloshing sound. My glowing release and…

“Wife.” Panic seized me. “You are bleeding.”

Through lazy lids, she looked down at where blood stained the insides of her thighs.

My claws gripped them, examining her center for injuries.

“You are hurt.”

Had I hurt her? Had I been too aggressive in our joining?

That had to be the truth. For a moment, I had forgotten myself, too gripped by my own feral urges, that I had not measured my own strength. We were different. She was soft where I was hard, and my cock had speared her, harmed her.

“Wife,” I growled. “Why did you not tell me? I… I…”

“Hey.” Her palm cradled my cheek, lifting so our eyes met. “It’s okay.”

I huffed, anger filling me. “It is not. I have harmed you, after I vowed I would not, that I would protect you. I–”

“Qanek,” she interrupted firmly. “That’s… normal.”

“Blood is not normal.”

Her face flushed a glowing shade of red, my fire still inside her. “Qanek,” she explained patiently. “Sometimes when humans have sex for the first time there’s… blood.”

I stared at her with confusion. “The first time?”

She swallowed, glowing a brighter shade. “That’s why I say it’s normal. Um… this, um, it was my first time and… and I won’t bleed again. It’s just a one time thing. But you didn’t hurt me, not in the way you’re thinking. I… um…”

“First time?”