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She glances sideways, eyes glowing with mischief.

"Planning on starting without me?" I ask, my voice rough from the morning.

She doesn't answer; instead, she climbs onto the bed and straddles my thighs. The heat of her pussy spreads over me, then she presses the stone dick against my real dick. It’s cool against my flesh, and my stomach tenses.

She drags the stone along my length. From base to tip, we glide together. The smooth stone slides over the head of my dick, and I hiss through my teeth. My dick twitches, and she presses the stone against it harder. Yue grinds the stone dick against my real dick, placing both shafts side by side. The friction is unreal. I grunt. The weight of the stone pressing my dick flat against my stomach while she frots them together is too much. My hips buck, chasing the sensation. My hand grabs her wrist, but it’s not to stop her. I keep her steady, holding her hand in place and keeping her right there. The pressure builds in my balls, and my dick swells against the stone.

"Yue—" Her name comes out like gravel, and my mouth won’t say another word after that. Sentences trap themselves inside my throat.

She shifts her hips, rubbing her cum slick pussy over my dick. Some oozed throughout the night, but another glob falls, wiping itself on me. I grit my teeth, moving my hands behind her before gliding them between her legs. Her holes are swollen, well-used after a night with me. She leaks more of my cum, and it falls in waves as she rises to her haunches. She positions herself over me, and she tilts the stone dick and my real one toward her entrance.

“Yue—” I start.

“Shh,” she replies. “I know my body. Besides, your real dick is half the size of the dick you had last night when you turned full gargoyle on me.”

The heads of the dicks nudge her pussy, and more wetness coats me. The cool stone presses against my shaft, and she lowers herself. My dick slides into her pussy first, and the stone follows, pressed tight against me. Both dicks fill her, placed side by side. Her walls stretch as wide as last night, and the hard press of the stone against my dick through her walls makes my vision swirl. My hands run over her skin, and I pull her toward me. Our lips lock, and I lick inside her mouth. She groans, and our kiss deepens. I plunge into her, increasing my strokes.

The dual stretch hits her like a Mack Truck. Her eyes go wide, and her mouth falls open when she breaks our kiss. A gasp from her lips breaks into a moan before switching to a whimper. Her hands brace themselves on my chest, fingers curling against my skin. I grab her hips, digging into her flesh before I start to thrust.

The rhythm is different from last night. We move far slower, easing into a morning-sex rhythm full of lazy jolts. My hips roll into her in long, deep strokes. The stone shifts and grinds against my dick inside her pussy. The sensation keeps multiplying. Her walls clench and release again and again, and pressure rises in my spine.

"Right there," she says.

The dicks scrape every part of her walls. She’s so full she can’t isolate a single point of pleasure. She rises and falls in small bursts. My thumb finds her clit, presses, and she comes in a rolling wave that starts in her pussy. It spreads outward, her walls clenching around my dick and the stone, and I groan, my hips stuttering. I thicken inside her.

I come hard. The hot spurts flood her pussy around the stone with my cum slicking it. Another wave crashes over her, and she clenches to the point that my jaw snaps together, and my teeth slam into each other. Yue falls forward, landing on my chest. Her face lies against me while my dick twitches, jolting and colliding with the stone.

My arms wrap around her. I hold her against me, listening to her steady breaths. We lie there, hearing the sounds of a busy morning in New Orleans. Somewhere outside, a streetcar rattles down the line.

Her lips move against my skin when she talks. "We're going to be late."

My hand rests on the back of her head, fingers in her hair. "I should have gotten you something for your hair last night."

She flashes a grin. “This?” she ponders and shakes her head. “Is nothing,” she adds on the last part, waving her hand over her head. Her coils magically pop, twisting like small corkscrews. Her hair looks hydrated and moisturized.

“Damn. You can do that?” I ask.

“I can do a lot except keep Nyx from beating our asses for being late.”

I can’t say I care. I’d quit today if Yue wanted me to, but that’s her home. The fact that I’m already there is enough… for now. She lifts her hips, and both dicks slide out followed by a load of cum. She groans when another bit falls from between her legs, landing on my dick and the stone. She rolls off me and onto the mattress, adding more cum to the new sheet. This one is a disaster.

"Hey," I say.

She doesn't look at me, keeping her gaze on the ceiling. "What."

"My gargoyle and I feel settled." The words come out before I think better of it.

They’re true even if they’re too much. She doesn’t say a word.

"How do you feel?" I ask.

Her throat moves, and she swallows. The muscles in her neck work, and her hand nearby curls into a fist. "Scared. I’m scared, Ekon"

Her words land like a boulder in a sea of water. I sit up slowly, trying to gather my words. This hasn’t just been sex for a while, but I need to prove that for her. I turn my body toward her, one leg bending on the mattress. I don't touch her, not because I don’t want to. But because I know better. Yue needs to decide and come to me on her own. She did a little last night, but she needs to do it without sex. Touching her right now would make her shut down. I lean in, close enough that my voice doesn't have to carry.

"I've got it," I say. "Whatever it takes, whatever you need, I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel secure."

Her eyes cut to mine. She stares at me, and she doesn't say anything. But she doesn't look away either, and that's enough.