Page 37 of Bumpy, the Gargoyle Slayer

When she’s nearly hyperventilating with need, I draw back and position myself before her entrance. Her eyes stare into mine as I slowly push my way inside, stretching flesh that’s trying to conform to my size. I see the moment when pain tightens around her eyes, so I stop, swallowing my own agony and requirement.

She’s so tight. So perfect. Her pussy squeezes around my length like the best kind of fist. I have to shut my eyes and turn my insides to stone to stop myself from coming too fast.

When she finally relaxes around me, I press forward again. Inch by inch, I win the battle, until I’m balls’ deep inside her core. When I’m neatly settled, I draw back to the tip, before flinging myself deep once more.

Her pussy tightens around me, keeping me in place as she shatters on a scream that they must hear all the way downstairs.

I can’t help it. My stone liquifies, I explode, and the world disintegrates. And for the first time I feel like I’m home.

+++++ Bunny +++++

The most earth-shattering orgasm of my life is slow to resolve. Alain flips us over so that I lie on top of him, his wings stretched out over the edges of the bed. I lie against his chest, hearing his heart beat as I collect myself.

With a little move, he begins to withdraw, only to slam back in.

“Oh, my… that feels so… ah!”

There’s so much liquid heat, it feels like fire inside me. Stone and fire. He moves over the same rough patch that sends acid sweet electrical arcs up my spine. That’s all it takes to make me want him again.

My core cramps with need. That hollow feeling, even with him inside me, persists. I need more movement. I need him deeper, and because I’m on top of him now, I can slam down on him with the roughness I desire. I want an edge of pain. I never have before, not with anyone, but with him, I want to feel it all.

“That’s it. Ride me, little girl. Take what you want from me.” His fingers caress my nipples, tweaking them, sending more of those arcs up and down my body. Not really pain, but something like it. Definitely something like pleasure.

I squirm on top of him, connected to his dick. Lifting onto my knees, I rise halfway off him and slam back down. I do that again and again, chasing that high, chasing that feeling as he scrapes along my body with his stone-hard dick, gliding on our gloss, rubbing us into an inferno.

Suddenly, he surges up so that he sits straight. His lips catch my nipples, freeing his hands to grab my ass. As my legs lose their strength, he helps, raising me up and down in the tempo I’ve set. At the same time, his finger snakes to my nether hole, and then in. Each time I bounce down on him, his finger impales me a little more.

I’ve never liked ass play. Never wanted it. But the feeling he elicits is so good, it’s like I’m melting in sugar.

“Yes, yes, Alain, yes,” I grunt out, throwing back my head as the sensations swamp me.

“Come for me, little girl. Come on my cock. Make me yours.”

My orgasm takes me by surprise. It doesn’t wind from anywhere. It just explodes like bright fireworks that streak across the sky.

He presses into me for another few seconds as I ride the wave, and then I feel him swamp me again with his cum.

I don’t know how long I stay there, connected to his dick while he spreads kisses all over my hair and face, but I come alive once more when he flips me so that I’m lying beneath him. He hovers over me, smoothing the hair from my face with tender fingers.

And when I meet his gaze, he smiles. “You’re mine now, Bumps. I’m yours. And I love you. I love you so hard, Buffilda Bunny Winters, it’s bedrock.”

“I love you, too. So hard,” I whisper.

He kisses me then. I taste myself against his lips, but our third joining is slow. Languorous. Tired. When we orgasm together, it feels like sliding into a warm, welcoming pool of bliss.

When he finally pulls out from me, he spoons me into him.

Together, we fall asleep.

CHAPTER 11

Bunny

I wake to find him watching me. The room is dark, but there’s a light outside lining the path around the grounds, and it’s enough to see his expression.

“Hi,” I whisper shyly. I’ve rotated in my sleep so that I face him, our heads together on a single pillow, our limbs entwined. His wing folds over us like a blanket. No wonder I’m so warm. So content. I’m protected.

“Hi, yourself.” He smooths back my hair again before tracing a finger down my cheek. “You’re so perfect. I love watching you sleep.”