Page 1 of Stolen By the Gargoyle
The craziest thing aboutbeing stolen away by a gargoyle in the middle of the night wasn’t the fact that I was stolen. It wasn’t even the fact that the creature blew glittering pixie dust on me and knocked me out cold before I could cry out for help. It wasn’t even the fact that it was by afreaking gargoyle.
Nope.
The craziest thing about it was that when I woke up hours later, said gargoyle’s face was buried between my naked thighs.
And I liked it.
Now look, I could have probably claimed I was in some wet-dream induced hallucination andthatwas the reason I didn’t scream bloody murder. Because, come on. It. Was. A.Gargoyle. You know, the kind from the movies and cartoon shows? The kind I didn’t even know existed.
Dark gray, textured skin that felt rough as it scraped against my own. Huge shoulders that shoved my legs so wide I felt anache biting my hips. Twin horns that sprouted from a wide, sheening forehead that I wrapped my fingers tightly around for leverage. And wings. He had wings, too. Large things that spread from his back and creaked like scraping stones with every flap and blew cool air against my fevered skin.
Then there was that tongue.
I couldn’t see it, but I could feel it. Textured, full of ridges and hard bumps as it slipped between my folds and pressed in and out. It was surprisingly warm, too. The strangest thing was, it felt thick. Like a freaking vibrator gliding in and out in a way that had every single nerve in my body lighting itself on fire. I gushed.
Freakinggushedagainst a stone creature.
That tongue vibrated inside me, and a deep, seductive rumbling emanated from the thing’s chest. That rumbling did something to me. It was magic, I was sure of it, because it pressed against my clit like it’d touched the sensitive nub with its fingers and worked me until my whole back bowed.
I screamed, grasping those horns as the most wanton and treacherous part of me began to ride his face.
Yup.
I began to ride that stone dude’s mouth like the very promise of heaven lived against those lips, and I was seconds away from arriving at the pearly gates.
That rumbling continued, getting louder the tighter I wrapped my hands around those thick horns. My fingers didn’t close around them completely, and even lost in the haze of my own lust, a wild idea came to me. I began jerking off those horns. Just grabbed them like a good ole cock and slid my hands up and down, squeezing and twisting and sliding my palms all over them in a way that felt so salacious, my entire brain fritzed.
The action made the gargoyle stop the erotic thrusting of that dildo-like tongue, and I wanted to cry out from the loss. But itstilled and every single hair on my body raised. My gaze lowered to find the thing staring at me.
Staring.
With real eyes.
That sounded stupid, but I’d never seen a gargoyle before, and those eyes were strangely human, except there were no whites at all and looked as though they were made of black marble. But they stared. They pierced me. They made a shiver course through my entire system and for the first time since before I passed out, a sliver of fear crawled through my consciousness.
Then it growled again. It nudged its horns into my palms, silently demanding without saying the words.
Do it again.
So I did.
We stared at one another, the air around us electrically charging the darkness and the space between our bodies growing thicker with something I was almost too afraid to name.
I flexed my fingers against its horns and the rumbling continued. Louder. And that vibration against my skin had me shivering. So I did it again. I squeezed hard, making a twisting motion with my wrists.
That stone mouth clamped around my pussy lips, sucking one fold into its mouth, sharp teeth scraping against sensitive flesh before releasing it and doing the same to the other. How could something so rough feel so good? I asked myself that question as those stone lips moved like a seasoned sex worker ready to receive their fucking master’s degree.
Because seriously, how did a gargoyle learn to eat pussy this good?
My hips undulated, gyrating against the rough mouth, harder and harder. The scrape of it gave a pinching bit of pain against my clit, yet I welcomed it. It was a delicious bite of discomfortthat mixed in with the rapture that was threatening to pull me under all over again.
And the whole time, our eyes held. I couldn’t bring myself to look away. I wasn’t sure if it was in fear or something else that beat on the fragile wings of my bursting heart or something far greater than that. Because there was no doubt that I was afraid of this creature. But the sensations he was creating as he clamped down on me, sucking licking, thrusting, I couldn’t even see past the haze of my own desire to grasp at that fear like I knew I should have. Instead, I let him ravish me like I hadn’t been ravished in years.
There was a certain vulnerability in our connected gazes. In the gasps and heavy breaths that sawed out of my body, encouraging him without words that everything he was doing was so,soright.
My wrists began to ache with every thrust of my hands up and down those horns, getting faster and faster, the sweat on my palms lubricating the movements of every jerk, but the ridges causing my skin to burn in the best possible way. Maybe I’d regret it later, but at the moment, I didn’t care at all.
All I waited for was the rapture. The bliss. I ached for it in the most embarrassing and desperate way. The fact that it had been so long since I’d last been laid would explain such wanton actions, but it didn’t matter. Not when I wasright there.
