Page 36 of Stolen By the Gargoyle
He rumbled in what could have only been pleasure and it was then that I slid down his torso, holding myself up by his thighs, as I let my face hover over his cock.
His member was a work of art. Sculpted in dark marble like the rest of him, but all smooth flesh. It was long and thick and heavy, with notches on the underside that bumped up his veiny length. The veins glowed purple and moved like a trail of fire. His balls were like hard stones, pulled up tightly beneath his hard cock.
The shape of him was imprinted against my hand, the bumps creating indents against my skin as I wrapped my palm around him once more. I memorized the shape with every tug up and down. My face pressed closer, the scent of him borderline spicy. My mouth dropped open, closing over his purple tip, sucking the peppery taste onto my tongue.
My jaw ached with how wide I had to spread my mouth to pull him into my throat. Saliva pooled from the edges of my lips and I used it as a lubricant to ease him further inside. I gagged around him, unable to completely take him in my mouth, but my hands closed around the space I couldn’t fit inside.
Nazzar’s body vibrated with each stroke and flick of my tongue. I explored his taste and texture, easing over him in slow movements, making him a writhing and impatient mess.
He growled, claws tangling into my curls. It was a hard yet gentle touch, snapping me up so I was looking into his feral eyes.
“Use your teeth,” he snarled. “Bite me, wife.”
The command sent a flutter through my pussy. My heart beat a wild rhythm until I was sure it would burst through my chest. A part of me almost protested the request, unsure if I wanted to hurt him. But then I reminded myself that Nazzar wasn’t a human man. Biting him wouldn’t hurt and if it did… He seemed to relish in the little bit of pain I was able to inflict. From myblunt teeth scraping across his hard skin to the way my nails raked across his wings.
I hollowed my throat just a little more, breathing in through the nose just before I scraped my teeth along the ridges and bumps of his cock.
Nazzar let out a roar that seemed to shake the foundation of the house. The bed rattled beneath us and his wings rustled, trying to burst free from where they were trapped.
“Wife…” Nazzar let out a groan as my teeth dug deeper against his hard, stone cock. “You are my undoing.” The words were a curse as he thrust deeper into my mouth, choking me with his enthusiasm. I peeked up at him, watching his eyes fluttered closed as nothing but pure instinct and primal need took over. He thrust into my mouth, over and over, picking up the pace wildly. I struggled to keep up, choking and gagging around his length all while my eyes watered. But then he slowed his hips to gentle, barely-there pushes. He eventually stilled, cock heavy on my tongue, but he made no move to push further into me.
“You feel so perfect just like this,” he praised, sweeping my hair away from my cheeks. “My perfect wife.”
I hummed around him.
“I have waited an eternity for you.” That longing never once left his voice. It was almost overwhelming, the praise that he gifted paired with the way he looked at me with complete adoration. “I have waited an eternity to have you just like this.” His hand cupped the underside of my jaw, thumb swiping against my bottom lip. “Mouth split for me, tongue tasting me. I want to savor this moment.” His hand slid away to grasp at my hair again. He gripped it tight enough to draw a cry from my throat, but not enough to hurt. “Stay like this, wife. Let me memorize the sight of you with my cock in your mouth so that the image may chase me in my dreams.”
The poetic lull of his words had my own eyes flicking to the back of my soul. Arousal coated the inside of my thighs as I gushed. His words were an aphrodisiac in my system. That, paired with the spicy taste of him and the lazy way I was holding him on my tongue, had my insides clenching on empty air.
Fuck. I needed him again.
My hips moved of their own volition, humping empty air for a fraction of a second before I felt the slow glide of Nazzar’s tail curl over my thigh and meet my wet entrance. I hummed around him once again as the tip of his pointed tail pressed into me, slowly drawing out pleasure. I chased the sensation, slamming my hips back to meet the thin, malleable membrane as it moved through my inner walls.
“Your body mating with mine is the sweetest music,” Nazzar praised.
I could feel his gaze burning on me, hot and heady, making me aware that I’d closed my eyes.
Staring into his black orbs was a hypnotic and overstimulating experience. It was too much, too intense, but I couldn’t bring myself to look away.
He pushed deeper inside me from behind, the blunt end of his tail swirling circles through my channel. I clenched around it, already desperate for more, but he seemed to be in no hurry to thrust into me. In fact, he looked rather content, laying against the mattress and seated in my mouth. His fingers played with my curls, lulling me into a sleepy, aroused state. I was content to let him take me slowly, to keep stoking the flames of desire across my body with his gentle touch.
Eventually, his hand came back to cup the underside of my jaw. Tenderly, he lifted me while pulling his cock from my mouth. It slid out with a pop and when my mouth was free, I worked my jaw and took several deep breaths. His tail had stilledinside me, but then I found him slowly pulling out, wrapping that part of him around my thigh for comfort.
“Perfect,” he announced, caressing the apples of my cheeks. “And now there is something I wish to do, should you allow it.”
I felt my brows raise at the hint of mischief in his voice. “What did you have in mind?”
“Nazzar, please, oh fuck–fuck!”
My wife was enthusiastic in our joining. It had now become a game. After our initial exploration, I found I enjoyed teasing and making her beg for my cock.
Her arms strained against the knot my tail had wrapped around her wrists, only to keep her hands in place over her head. She bit into the covers to muffle her screams, but they released in a steam of curses anyway as I grasped her bottom firmly in my hands and thrust into her delectable body from behind.
The rounded globes of her rear looked so delicious;shelooked delicious, cleaved open over me, knees deep into the blankets and spread so wide, I caught sight of her glistening, delicious folds, dripping purple with my release.
I had lost count of how many times we had mated since I brought her here. We had stopped only long enough for me to provide her with food and drink before I was feasting upon heragain, exploring new ways to make her scream my name and beg for mercy.
I thrust her into the bedding, over and over again, hands slipping beneath her to grasp at her breasts. She enjoyed when I played with these, so I took a nipple between the blunted edges of my claws and twisted slowly, playing and flicking until she writhed and made an attempt to escape me.
