Chapter 6 Willow #2
“Remember what you said last night? You’d gut him if he returned for me.” I nod towards the dying man on the floor. “Which you’ve already accomplished.”
My hand slips down his chest before palming him through his pants.
“Don’t you want to make him watch you fuck me?”
“Willow,” Baezal groans, but I’m already sliding to my knees.
The sheet cushions my naked skin from the hard floor. Staring up at him, I press up on my knees, kissing the hard outline of his cock through his pants. Wetness greets my mouth, and Baezal groans.
“Please let me suck your cock first, my love. I want to earn my fucking.”
The sheet slips off my shoulder as I slide the waistband of his pants down his hips. His erection springs free, and my eyes widen at the tremendous sight.
“My angel,” Baezal groans, but makes no move to stop me.
Fisting his cock, I roughly pump him as best I can. Licking my lips, I grin up at him.
“Cease t—this vile act at once,” Father Koll spits. Blood pours down his chin. “Get me some help. I demand it.”
We both ignore him as my tongue snakes out and leaks at the drop of seed at his tip. I groan at his salty sweetness. My tongue licks over the dark head, tasting him fully. Above me, Baezal curses.
“Good girl, Willow. Deeper now. As far as you can.”
Growing bolder with his praise, I open my mouth wide enough for my cheeks to ache.
Flattening my tongue, I take his length deep into my mouth.
I run my tongue only his scales as his hands grip my scalp.
His cock hits the back of my throat, causing tears to flood my eyes.
I hold him there for as long as I can until I choke, saliva coating his length.
I use it to help my other hand pump him as I slide him out of my mouth.
“You taste so good.” I pump him roughly against my tongue. “It’s making me wet.”
Licking along his scales, Baezal’s stomach muscles jump.
He pants as his claws prick my scalp. It’s not long before his hips begin to move, meeting my mouth with thrusts.
I lick the underside of his cock and the seam of his balls.
I press kisses along the shaft and take him down my throat once more.
“Fuck, Willow. You’re so good at this. Have you done it before?”
He knows my answer, but this is all part of his claiming. Pulling him from my throat, I use the tip of his cock to smear seed and spit along my lips. Leaning back on my heels, I shake my head primly.
“Only for you.”
His wings flare behind him in pleasure. Wrapping my hair in his fist, he turns towards Father Knoll, who still draws rasping breath. I return his cock, licking and biting down on his impressive length.
“Only me, that’s right.” His hips slide forward, pushing him deeper into my mouth.
“Look at how she sucks my cock, Father. A beast you called me—well, she certainly makes me one. It’s a beast that satisfies her perfect little pussy.
It’s a beast that knows what she looks like when she comes. Not you.”
His words kindle a fire within me. My pussy clenches around nothing, desperate to be filled again.
I suck him faster, pumping him even more roughly with my hand.
My motions are frantic. I try to cram as much of him in my mouth as I can.
His hands lock around my head and hold me still.
He punches his hips forward, then retreats.
I relax my jaw and let him take his pleasure.
He fucks my face just as ruthlessly as he does my pussy.
“You’ll die without ever knowing such pleasure. You’ll die knowing the one you desire most belongs to me—a monster.”
Baezal thrusts deep, and I gag on him. Pulling out, more saliva and seed decorate my mouth and drip down my chin. Staring into my eyes, I see adoration shining in his blue gaze. It’s the same love I have for him reflecting down at me. I turn towards Father Knoll, glancing at him for the last time.
“You’ll die knowing that I love a gargoyle with my entire being. My heart and soul are his.”
A spray of come decorates my chest as Baezal groans. Staring up at him, he quickly snatches me into his arms. His mouth descends on mine. Our tongues dance together in a now familiar rhythm. Once we are both breathless, we pull apart.
“I love you, too. You broke my curse—you are my fate. And my fate is to love and protect you for all eternity.”
His vow is sealed with a kiss. It’s perfect—my very own, albeit a bit unorthodox, happily ever after. What more could a girl wish for?
Kissing me one last time, he reluctantly lets me go. I watch him stomp over Father Knoll, but my eyes never travel to that wretched man again. Baezal leans down, voice deadly soft.
“One final question before this is all over, Father.”
“Rot in hell,” Father Knoll spits.
“Things can always get worse for you, Father. Remember that. Let’s try this again. Where can I find the True Blessed Father?”
There is a brief pause. For a moment, I don't think Father Knoll is going to answer him, until I hear a harsh choking sound.
“He’s dead.”
Baezal tsks.
“Try again.”
A soft squelching sound echoes in the hallways. Father Knoll screams as Baezal digs into his open stomach. The metallic scent of blood eclipses all others in the hallway.
“Fine. Fine!” Father Knoll shouts. “I’ll tell you.”
His response is too low for me to hear. Satisfied, my gargoyle nods. My eyes meet Baezal’s burning gaze.
“You don’t get to watch me fuck her.”
With that final edict, Baezal clasps the other man’s hand between his two strong hands. There is a sharp snap, followed by a sickening thud. The figure on the floor never moves again.
Father Knoll is dead. My relief is palpable.
Rising from the floor, Baezal gently walks over to me. His arms wrap around me and I rest my cheek against his chest.
“You’re safe, Willow.”
“How many times are you going to have to save me?” I ask with a smile.
“As many as it takes.”
Baezal chuckles as he lifts a hand. He cringes at the sight of Father Knoll’s blood staining his fingers.
“We should bathe,” I offer.
With a nod, Baezal leads me deeper down the hallway. A modest bathroom is located near the back, fitted with a simple porcelain tub. With a wave of his hand, steaming water fills the basin. Baezal helps me shed my sheet and carefully lowers me into the water.
The water is delicious and soothes my stiff muscles. I settle against him at the far end of the tub. His wings hang off the side as his fingers gently strum up and down my arm. With another wave of his hand, a bar of pine-scented soap appears in his palm. He drags it along my skin, and I shiver.
“Where do you want to go from here, Willow? I’ll take you anywhere.”
I hum deep in my throat, sighing as his hands slip between my thighs.
“Somewhere with a beach. I’ve always wanted to visit the sea.”
Baezal smiles down at me.
“I know just the place.”
Setting the soap aside, I turn in his lap. My hands grip his shoulders as my thighs go to the other side of his hips. His erection teases my entrance, but I have to stay focused. I cannot give in to my desires just yet.
“I need to do something first.”
“What is it?”
I smile against his mouth.
“You’ll see.”
Once we are both clean enough, Baezal plucks me from the water and carries my dripping body back towards our room.
Without delay, he sheathes himself inside me.
Our souls fuse together as one. Our connection is permanent.
We make love until the sun begins to set, and our rumbling stomachs cannot be ignored.
Tomorrow we will embark on our new adventure, but there is one final demon from my past that needs to be eradicated before I can move on with my new life.
Well, maybe two.