Page 23 of Gargoyle Defender

Tanner gripped Ronen’s shoulders, his fingers digging into the rock-hard muscle as Ronen’s mouth moved from his lips to his neck, teeth scraping against his pulse point. The sensation sent shivers darting through him, his body arching upward, desperate for more contact.

“Ronen,” he gasped, his voice barely recognizable to his own ears. “More…”

Ronen pulled back just enough to gaze into Tanner’s eyes, those steel gray irises now dark with desire. “You’re in heat, so you’re not thinking straight. And you just recovered from—”

“Less talking, more fucking,” He tugged at the hem of Ronen’s shirt. “Take me, now.”

Ronen yanked his shirt over his head, revealing a torso covered in scars and ancient runic markings that seemed to shift and pulse in the dim light. Tanner’s breath caught at the sight—the three parallel scars that crossed Ronen’s left side, the powerful muscles that flexed as Ronen moved.

Tanner traced his fingers over one of the raised blemishes, the texture rough beneath his fingertips. The heat in his body intensified, his cock straining painfully against the thin fabric of the hospital gown. Every nerve ending seemed as if it were on fire, screaming for Ronen’s touch.

“These scars,” Tanner whispered, his voice hoarse. “They tell your story.”

Ronen captured Tanner’s wandering hand, pressing a kiss to his palm. “Later. Right now, you need—”

“I need you inside me,” Tanner growled, tugging at Ronen’s belt. His fingers fumbled with the buckle, frustration mounting as his body burned with need. “Please, Ronen. Help me get rid of this thing.”

Ronen’s eyes darkened further, the pupils dilating until only a thin ring of gray remained. “My pleasure.” His voice dropped to a register that sent a zing to the end of Tanner’s dick.

Ronen stripped off the rest of his clothes, his massive body now fully exposed. Tanner’s mouth went dry as his gaze traveled down Ronen’s body, lingering on the impressive cock straining between his thighs. Thick and veiny, the flushed tip was decorated with a drop of precum at the slit, and ready to spread him wide open.

“Fuck,” Tanner whispered. “You’re... huge.”

Ronen’s lips curved into a predatory smile as he lowered himself onto the bed, one hand splaying across Tanner’s chest. The solid touch only added to his agony, his heat searing through him.

“I’ll go slow,” Ronen promised. “I promise. I need to get you ready to receive my cock.”

Tanner nodded, his breathing ragged. His body felt as if it was burning from the inside out, desperate for the release only Ronen could provide. The need to be impaled by Ronen, to be stuffed with his monstrous cock was unlike any sensation he’d ever felt.

Tanner let his legs fall open in invitation, squirming as liquid formed between his ass cheeks. He gasped, panic building in his chest at the foreign sensation. Before he had the chance to say anything, Ronen reached between Tanner’s thighs.

“Mmm… Perfect.” He smiled. “Your hole is nice and slick, begging to be breached.”

Tanner clenched. “I don’t understand.”

“It’s all right, baby.” Ronen leaned down and pressed a kiss to Tanner’s forehead. “You’re at the height of your heat, so your body is producing its own lubrication. It’s inviting me to breed you.”

“Oh.” Tanner wasn’t sure how to respond. He added it to the ‘you can’t be serious’ list of weirdness he was learning about his new life with a gargoyle. “So that’s a good thing?”

Ronen grinned. “It’s a wonderful thing.”

“Okay.” I’ll roll with it. Being rammed by Ronen’s monster cock was much more important at the moment. He allowed his legs to fall open again, rolling his hips to reiterate the silent invitation.

Ronen’s eyes darkened. “Your intoxicating scent, it calls to me.” His voice was a low rumble as he traced a finger around Tanner’s rim. Ronen brought his finger to his mouth, sucking it clean, his eyes closing. A faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “Your taste, even better.”

Tanner’s breath caught in his throat. The foreign sensations tearing through his body were overwhelming, but not unwelcome. The slickness between his cheeks was strange, yet somehow right, as if his body was preparing itself in ways he couldn’t understand.

“Please,” Tanner gasped, his hips bucking upward as Ronen teased his entrance with the rough pad of his finger. “I need you.”

Ronen positioned himself between Tanner’s legs, the steeled length of his cock brushing against Tanner’s inner thigh. The contact sent sparks shooting through Tanner’s body, and his muscles tightened in anticipation.

“I’ll be gentle,” Ronen promised, his voice strained.

“Don’t,” Tanner begged, reaching down to guide Ronen’s cock to his entrance. “I need to feel you. All of you.”

Ronen’s eyes flashed with something primal as he pressed forward, the blunt head of his cock stretching Tanner’s entrance as he spread his hole open. The burning stretch bordered on pain but quickly transformed into something exquisite.

“Fuck.” Tanner dug his nails into Ronen’s shoulders as he was filled inch by glorious inch, his body accommodating Ronen’s girth in ways that seemed impossible. “Don’t stop,” he groaned. “I need all of you.”