Page 36 of Bumpy, the Gargoyle Slayer

But it’s the way her forehead puckers that has me putting on the brakes more than any warning I can give myself. Despite her bravado, she’s afraid. She wants this, yes, but she’s scared, too. I’m a monster, after all.

“I’m going to try not to hurt you, Bumps.”

“I know. Or maybe I wish you would.”

I’m pretty sure she’s just winding me up. Still. “To give you an excuse to leave?”

She nods, a single thrust of her chin. Ever honest. The quality draws me like lightning.

“I won’t give you an excuse to run away. We have enough reasons for us not to work. Choose a safe word. I’ll honor it.” I advance until I stand at the end of the bed, there to track the movement of her throat as she attempts to swallow.

Nerves. Fear. It’s both enticing and a warning to be careful. To go slow. To make this magical for her so that she fondly remembers our coming together for the rest of her life. I already know I’ll remember the vision of her stretched before me until time crumbles into dust.

“Morrie.”

“Morrie? Your tutelary?” I glance around, just in case he’s popped out of the woodwork.

“Quickest way to stop us in our tracks.” Her nose scrunches with disgust.

She’s so adorable. Young, sweet, and sexy as hell. “Morrie it is. Now,” I add, climbing onto the bed, one knee at a time, until my cock grazes past the level of her beautiful pussy. “With that in mind…”

I lean down and kiss her lips. I lose myself again in her taste, in her sweetness, in the essence of who she is. From the first kiss we shared, I knew she was my forever. I knew it when I couldn’t hold back the one action I’ve never taken with anyone else—but I couldn’t resist her. I can’t resist her now.

I skim my body along hers as we embrace. Her arms circle around my neck. Her fingers lose themselves in my hair. She’s made of sugar and light, fire and velvet, and I’ve never wanted a woman more.

With a tiny thrust, I lift us from the bed, my wings flapping to hold us in mid-air. The ceilings are high, twelve feet tall, which gives me just enough flutter room. One of my arms latches around her back to hold her steady. The other grabs her ass. Under the luxuriant silk, she feels like heaven.

Her mouth pops from mine and she hides her face in my neck. “Down boy.”

“There’s only up, Bumps.” But I lower us back to the bed, taking care to rub my knee along her valley, and when I do, her moan becomes music.

There’s a secret most humans don’t know about DNA. When the double helix is stretched out, the genetic code can be played like notes on a piano. It’s called the music of life. Some monsters scent it with their nose, some feel it in their blood like a vibration, some hear it on the wind.

I taste Bunny’s song on her skin.

“You’re beautiful, perfect, unimaginable,” I whisper in kisses along her flesh. When I come to the top of her gown, though it reveals her breasts nearly to her nipples, I force my fangs and shred the damnable covering.

Bunny gasps, her body writhing. “Yes. Yes!” She reaches down for my cock, but I bat away her hand.

“Not yet. This is my birthday. You’re my present to unwrap and devour.”

With a small sigh, she spreads her arms wide again, giving me access as most of the gown falls like pooled blood along her body. She’s a sacrifice to me. I might be holy, might fight for Team Good, but at the heart of me lies a slavering being who loves the imagery of her succumbing to me like an offering.

When I finally take a perfect nipple between my lips, she arches up and cries out. Her hands on my shoulder tighten as her eyes fall closed.

“Watch me, little girl. Watch your gargoyle despoil you.”

Her lids pop open and she laughs a ragged kind of sound. “So. Dramatic,” she says on a sigh, before arching up again when I tweak her other nipple.

All fair flesh. All decadent expanse of skin. I touch her everywhere I can reach: smoothing, sucking, licking, tempting. She’s become my grazing board. My everything.

I slip down between her legs. Her pussy should be chartered territory. I’ve been here exploring enough over the past weeks that I should know every inch, but this time I’m looking at her with an eye to explore with my cock. I focus on the pink slide. There’s enough moisture to glide me into her without trouble. My finger slips inside her heat, testing. Discovering.

She cries out again, pushing her clit towards my mouth, and so I stop looking and start appeasing. I take the nub onto my tongue and suckle while I press another finger inside her. Still exploring. Widening. Stretching. Preparing.

Wordless, guttural cries escape her as she seeks her release, but every time she gets close, I pull back. Not yet. I want her to come while I’m inside her, while my cum coats her passage and her womb. No chance of children. I’ve tracked her calendar, but I need for my seed to become her occupying force.

I’ll give her more orgasms. After.