Page 30 of Stone Lover
Surah climaxed, wetness coating Malin’s lips as his long, dark hair brushed against Surah's bare thigh. It rippled through her, pleasure and wonder that they were here, together, doing this. Making love. Finally free to love each other as they'd both wished for solong.
Malin straightened slowly, eyes trained on Surah, wiping a hand across his mouth. “What next?” sheasked.
She struggled to breathe, her lover’s eyes piercing her with their intensity. She secretly felt as if she were getting the best of both worlds. Malin unsnapped his pants and withdrew his cock, a lovely steel monstrosity she knew from experience could bring both pain and pleasure. The mushroom tip nudged her pussy. Surah drew her legs up to her chest, opening wide. Malin shifted slightly, spreading her labia, then bent down once again, running his tongue along herpussy.
“Fuck me, Malin,” Surah said, voice husky. “Enough with thepreliminaries.”
Malin's long eyes glinted. “I enjoy thepreliminaries,Princess.”
“Fun’s fun, Mal. Get a moveon.”
Malin’s cock nudged Surah's entrance as their eyes caught, held. The soft, spongy tip slowly pressed into her pussy, slick skin and hard cock forcing Surah wide, an inch at a time. She stifled a gasp, craving the full feeling of Malin insideher.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” Malinasked.
“No–just. No.God.”
He surged inside her, abandoning all pretense at gentleness. Surah cried out, head falling back, senses hyper aware and zeroing in on the feel of her body adjusting to Malin, welcoming him inside until the gargoyle’s balls were pressed against her ass. She breathed, arms trembling as they always did. She was half gargoyle, but only half. How did the human girlfriends manage to accept males this big without tearing? Every time he entered her, it was like the firsttime.
Malin drew out. “Look at me,Surah.”
Lifting her head, she met Malin's eyes again. It was a peculiarity of Malin's, always wanting to watch the thoughts, the expressions in her eyes as they made love. She secretly thought it was a sign of insecurity, but time would take care of that. And she didn’t really want Malin to take her for granted,anyway.
“How does it feel?” the Prince asked, sliding back in. With each smooth thrust, Surah's body adjusted just a bit more until she was fully open, accepting her lover’s increasingly hardthrusts.
Surah couldn't quite frame a sentence, lost in the feel of heated steel rhythmically pressing against her spot. She licked dry lips, and still couldn’t speak. Malin smiled, slow and dark, an expression of utter male satisfaction. The dominance thrilled Surah, increasing the eroticism of being trapped beneath a male with Malin's virility, beauty,power.
Malin's hips ground inside Surah. Her fingers found her clit, stroking herself as he fucked her. It built slowly this time. Sometimes she peaked quickly, an explosion that wrenched the breath from her throat and left her boneless. Other times, like this, her body taunted her, prolonging the pleasure agony before givingrelease.
“Malin, harder,” Surah said, tone turning savage. She nearly writhed underneath the gargoyle, wanting more–needingmore.
Malin fucked her with renewed intensity, shedding a bit more control, forgoing a bit more worry that he might hurt the half-human. Surah craved the day her lover would take her with all the strength of a Prince—and hoped she wouldn’t be torn and bleeding at the end ofit.
The orgasm rippled through her as Malin cried out, hot cum filling Surah's pussy. Looking into Malin’s dark eyes, for a brief, startling moment she hoped the seed caught, that she would give him a garling. Malin braced a hand on the desk, breath harsh. Surah allowed her legs to relax as the Prince pulled out of her, Malin dragging Surah to her feet and kissingher.
“Let's shower, and then go home,” the gargoyle said. “I’mstarving.”
