Page 34 of Stolen By the Gargoyle
“What–”
“We are one now, wife.” He lifted up, pulling out of me. I watched as purple strings of cum slid out of me and stained the bed beneath us. His cum glowed like the fire beneath his chest… and now I did too. “My magic is yours.” He lifted my hands, pressing my palms against his chest where I felt the beat of his heart. “Somos eternos,” he said, the perfect Spanish rolling from his tongue.
We are eternal.
My eyes filled with tears and my hands caught on fire, though it didn’t burn. It was warm, but it didn’t harm me. It danced along my fingers, over his skin, like it was magic bouncing back and forth between our bodies.
“Did your cum give me magical powers?”
Nazzar smirked. “Perhaps.” He bent and kissed the tip of my nose. “Or perhaps we should mate once more and see if you glow again.”
More of his cum gushed out from between my legs.
“I like the sound of that.”
His eyes seemed to blaze. “Then lie back and let me ravish you, mi amor, mi alma.” He bent and licked a path between my breasts. “Mi esposa.”
We were one now.
The taste of my wife was ingrained into every piece of me. She had given herself freely, enthusiastically, and still I wanted more. I was a beast feral for his mate. I craved, thirsted,desiredlike I never had before. Even though she had wrenched the release from my body, my cock wept for another taste.
I found that there was still so much of my wife to learn. So many new sounds I could wring from her mouth, so many new places I had left to explore.
My tongue trailed a wet path down her dark skin, flicking between the place where her breasts were. Her body trembled against my touch, the sensitive flesh all but begging me to worship every inch.
Her heavy breasts swept low while her nipples rose to turgid peaks. My attention diverted to those, wanting to savor the tastein slow flicking movements. My tongue darted out for a taste and the action caused her body to curve up against me.
She had asked me many months ago what my favorite song was. At the time, I had told her it was the sound of evil men begging for their lives.
I changed my mind.
My favorite song was her pleading, sighing, and writhing beneath me. My favorite song was the slick slide of our bodies coming together.
It was the noises of her cunt gushing after I made her come.
Trails of my saliva were left behind against her now-glowing skin as I explored her every inch. I went lower, relishing in the way her fingers wrapped around my horns for support. Her hands stroked up and down in lazy movements that made cum leak from my cock. I groaned at the sensation.
I had not known how that would feel.
This was, after all, the first time I had ever been with anyone.
I did not know if my wife had more experience than I; she must have, for the way she worked my body spoke of it. But I vowed I would wipe the thought of other males from her mind. Even if my own experience was lacking, I would learn her and be the only one she ever craved.
My lips pressed against the folds of her stomach, going to the juncture between her thighs. My blunted claws tangled within the dark curls, petting her cunt with a reverence I felt down to my core.
Our release swirled together against her inner thighs and I dipped a finger against the liquid, smearing it over her skin, the sharp scent of us filling my nostrils and making my eyes flutter in ecstasy. I scooped my release with two fingers, pushing it between the seam of her cunt, the primal urge to mate gripping me in a tight fist. Watching my fingers disappear into her body down to the knuckle, feeling the way her palms gripped metighter, her moans loud in our chamber, made me want to drown myself inside her and never come up for air.
A rumble tore through me as my open mouth descended upon her, fingers pulling from her entrance, so I could lap and kiss and feast like a starving creature.
Her hips slammed against my mouth, seeking friction.
“Nazzar!” she cried.
I tore my mouth away long enough to say, “Dilo otra vez.”
Her hips stuttered, fingers leaving my horns to grip my hair and yank my gaze up to hers.
“What did you say?” she asked, breathless.
