Page 23 of Sins of the Stone

Once they disconnected, she returned to reality for a moment, and her face fell. Sensing her hesitation, Ramuz spoke.

“I hope you are not self-conscious again,” he said. She shrugged, unsure how to feel. She was willing, but nervous.

“You do not need to be self-conscious with me, my treasure. You know that,” he said while weaving his fingers through her damp hair, brushing it out delicately. “Tell me why you are apprehensive.” Ursulette shuddered at his touch while she relived the pleasant memory. She took a deep breath, preparing herself to spill her thoughts.

“I am nervous,” she admitted. “I am a human. You are—” she paused, pondering how to say this without offending him. He was understanding, yet she couldn’t bring herself to speak.

“A gargoyle,” he said, his voice still soothing as ever.

“Yes, a gargoyle,” she said. “We are different. What will other people think?” Ramuz sent a jet of air out of his nose as if amused.

“There are noothersaround here. It is not a crime for us to enjoy ourselves,” he mused, finishing up detangling her hair, leaning in, his lips brushing against her ear. If only he knew how wickedly wrong that statement was. Though, it was not a sin to have fun with each other—as long as not a soul would know.

“Besides, if anyone has any problems, they will have to deal with me,” he said. He was right. There were noothershere, no one to tease and ridiculefor her degeneracy.

The only thing separating them was the shape of their bodies, not their intelligence or ability to understand. If he were a human, no one would’ve minded. Ramuz wrapped his arm around her.

“Let us finish what we have started, Ursulette,” he breathed, laying her down atop the outstretched towel. She couldn’t help but comply, unafraid and willing. He crawled between her legs, his eyes drawn to the space between them. Ursulette took a breath to calm her racing heart, surprised at herself that she would want this to happen. Perhaps this was why she didn’t mesh with the rest of society, because the universe meant her for another—someone of a different kind.

Ramuz returned his hand to her craving body, caressing the space between her legs, focusing extra attention on her sensitive nub. The chill in the air was no match for the heat she felt from his touch. She shuddered, feeling her anxiety washing away with every stroke.

She would no longer worry about being strange because this creature was just like her. Ramuz made a curious hum as she was deep in the thralls of his teasing touch, catching her attention. He slid his fingers down, caressing her second, puckered entrance.

“What is this?” he questioned with a mischievous tone. She could tell he knew exactly what he was doing. He was playing coy and probably always had been. A slight panic struck Ursulette, and she sat up, tapping his hand firmly.

“That’soff limits,” she said sternly. Ramuz gave her a grin, placing his hand on her chest, convincing her to lie back down.

“Maybe another time,” he said, returning his hand to her bud, using his tips to circle once more, each motion making furthering the tingle in her body. “Though, I wonder if it gives you as much pleasure as this one.” Ramuz removed his hand for only a second, placing his thumb back to her apex, two more fingers parting her flower, entering her center.

Another moan slipped from her lips, fully succumbing to his will as her body buzzed. His two digits were larger than the average human member, making her nervous for another. He twisted his thumb in a rhythmic pattern,his other two digits stroking her.

She bit down on her tongue, suppressing another cry as he coaxed her into a climax. Lightning shot through her body, enveloping her entire being, making her back arch. A warm liquid dripped down her core, the corners of her eyes dotted with tears as he continued his movements. Despite it being primal, there was something so beautiful about his affections. This was an expression of his feelings towards her, and it was unlike anything she had felt before.

I wonder how he learned to do such a thing,she thought.

Ramuz continued his rhythm, this time pressing harder, her body drawing closer to another impact.

“H-how did you learn how to do this?” she moaned, her face growing red. Ramuz gave her another devilish grin, pulling his hand away from her body, kneeling in front of her and prying her legs open with an assertiveness that made her blush. Before he placed his mouth on her, he spoke,

“If I told you, you would not think so fondly of me,” he said, hoisting her legs above her head and burying his face between them. His tongue was firm but soft, prodding her engorged bud. As he speared and suckled, she was struck with zaps of pleasure settling between her hips.

She was once more lost in the thralls of the moment, but the question still lingered. She tried to choke out a response between cries but could barely manage, each word being cut off by the thrusting of his warm organ. Taking a sharp breath, she willed herself out of the hypnosis and spoke.

“Tell me, Ramuz,” she begged. He pulled his face away from her and sighed. The chill left behind made her mourn the feeling of his mouth.

“Watching humans, watching you,” he admitted with a slight look of shame. “When you pleasured yourself.” Her face burned, but she felt little disgrace. “We are both lonely creatures, Ursulette. I understood that when I saw you get hurt by those people.” He placed his hand back on her body while he talked. Somehow, she wasn’t insulted, scared, or violated. Something about his confession roused a sadness in her.

“I must admit, I spied many times on many of your species, but you were my favorite. You have taught me well,” he said, lowering his face back tobody. “Please, do not hate me, my treasure.” Her heart ached at the thought of his shame crushing him.

“I do not hate you, Ramuz,” she said, a newfound passion filling her with his sordid confession. “I do not hate you at all.” Ramuz gave her another grin, peeking out from between her legs.

“Good,” he said. “Now let me drink more of your sweet nectar, Ursulette.” His voice lulled her into another state of bliss, his tongue working with haste both inside and out to persuade her body into yet another storm. She groaned, missing the sensation of him. Ramuz stood and their eyes met, and her gaze fell down his chiseled body, all the way to between his legs. She gasped at what was revealed.

A seam opened between his legs, a hard mass emerging from it. He was solid, the top ridged with two parallel lines of rounded stones. The tip was bulbous and heart-shaped, much too wide for it to fit into her hole. His entirety was frightening, making her draw her legs back against her chest. Her eyes were wide, and for the first time in a long time, felt felt a twinge of fear. Ramuz frowned.

“Are you frightened of me?” he asked, a slight hint of sorrow in his voice. Speechless, she shook her head vigorously, her eyes fixed on the weapon between his legs. Ramuz followed her gaze and gave another devilish grin. “You are frightened of my cock.” Ursulette’s bottom lip trembled. Ramuz’s eyes were shining with a glint of deviancy, pulling her legs taut with little effort.

He climbed atop her, his claws sheathed, caressing her face with his damp hand. She could smell herself on his face, almost drawing her out of her terrified state—almost. The sensation of his member against her was a stark reminder that he intended to bury it inside her, and she knew her body would resist.

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