Epilogue #2
Nory giggles as she rips open the old door.
The darkness inside envelopes us as she pulls me in after her.
Turning in my arms, she grips the front of my cloak and pushes up on her toes to capture my mouth.
She tastes like honey and smells of fresh roses.
My hands roam over her back as our tongues dance together.
My wife surrenders to my kiss as she always does.
“Do you need my cock?” I ask against her ear.
Nory’s moan catches in her throat. I can see her legs rubbing together underneath her dress. Her sweet pussy calls to me—begging for the relief only I can give it.
“Always,” she sighs. “Hunting makes me crave you more than normal.”
The room around us is bare save for a few unlit pillar candles and overturned pews.
A small table is off to the side, covered in dust. With a wave of my hand, I clean it and settle Nory atop it.
Her hands fall to my shoulders, trying to remove my cloak.
Gripping the hem of her dress, I push it up, revealing her lithe, stocking-covered thighs.
“Yes,” she hisses. “Please, Eryx.”
Her pussy is bare to my gaze. Moisture coats her inner thighs, and my mouth waters.
Her face is contorted in pleasure, and I’ve barely touched her yet.
One lick of my tongue will set her off. Usually, I want to offer her a quick release, but tonight, I want to toy with my wife a bit.
Leaning down, I capture her mouth, feeling her thighs wrap around my hips.
My cock pushes at the front of my pants, eagerly meeting her wet heat.
She drags herself along my hardness, moaning into my mouth.
I kiss down her jaw, licking a path along her throat before stopping at the neckline of her dress.
I taste the smooth skin of her breasts and lick her hard nipples through the fabric of her gown.
Nory’s head falls back as I kiss her lower. The intoxicating scent of her overwhelms me. Dragging my face over my stomach, my hands wrap around her knees. Lowering myself to the floor, I—
A scream rips through the room. Nory’s whole body tenses and thrashes against mine. Protective instincts surge within me, and I cover her body in an instant. Glancing around us, I try to look for any sign of danger. There is nothing—only dusty books and shattered stained glass.
“What—what is that thing?” Nory whispers, pointing towards the front of the room.
I glance in the direction and stop short. How had I not noticed it before? The broken and overturned pews form a haphazard aisle that leads to an altar. Atop it are a few moth-bitten chairs, an old leather-bound book, and a massive gargoyle.
This one has been frozen for some time. Cobwebs form between its massive set of wings, splayed behind it in attack.
Even in its crouched position, the figure is enormous.
Clawed hands rest between its massive thighs, and its face is pulled into a snarl.
Rows of razor-sharp teeth glint back. The pale marble it’s hewn from glows in the dim light. The figure is imposing and unsettling.
“A gargoyle,” I say, helping Nory off the table.
She smooths down her dress and walks towards it.
Staring up at the large creature, her brows furrow.
Reaching out a hand towards it, she quickly snatches it back.
An ancient magic pulses from the being, and I have no doubt she can sense it.
Looking over her shoulder at me, she raises a quizzical brow.
“They were made to protect churches—ordained as protectors by the Order of the True Faith. Centuries ago, something happened. They broke with the Order and became trapped in these stone prisons.” I shrug. “No one knows what caused the change.”
“Aren’t they supposed to keep guard on the roof?”
“Maybe this one got lost.”
Wrapping my arms around her, I pull her back flush against my front. My hands roam all over her while my lips devour her neck and shoulders. Nory sighs and leans her head to the side. Slipping my hand into the front of her gown, I palm her breast and gently worry her nipple.
Her gasp is music to my ears.
“Good girl. Now, let’s get back to—”
“It just blinked at me.”
I chuckle against her skin, my hand dragging along her hip.
“It’s just your imagination.”
Nory whirls in my grasp, breaking free of my hold. Her green eyes are unamused.
“We are not fucking while that thing watches,” she hisses, jerking her thumb at the gargoyle. “Besides, fornicating in a church? Doesn’t that seem a little—”
“Blasphemous?” I offer.
Her cheeks pink as she nods.
“You won’t let me take you in an abandoned church, but a graveyard was fine? Fickle thing you are.”
Nory’s lips flatten into a line.
“Or I won’t let you fuck me at all,” she grumbles.
My laugh echoes around us as I take her into my arms and pull her away from the altar.
“Idle threats, Nory,” I murmur into her hair. “But we’ll do this your way.”
Once we are outside, the snow is coming down in earnest. It collects on our shoulders. Nory shivers against me. Hefting her into my arms, she squeals as her legs leave the ground. I cradle her against me as I walk quickly towards the old farming cottage we’ve been staying in.
The man who lived here was our first victim—his wife and young son fled upon finding his body.
It seemed a shame to let such a cozy home go to waste.
Kicking open the old door, I latch the iron lock and set Nory on her feet.
With a wave of her hand, the hearth ignites, and orange flames lick over both of us.
Together we work to shed our wet clothes and shoes.
Once we are done, our bare skin meets. My cock pushes between us, already leaking moisture.
Nory bites her lip and stares up at me. Capturing her around the waist, she giggles as I deposit her on the bed—her long hair fans out behind her for only a moment.
Nory’s predatory grace is on full display as she rolls onto her stomach and then pushes up onto all fours.
Looking over her shoulder at me, she curves her spine, presenting each of her little pink holes to me.
“I can never resist you, husband,” she sighs, tilting her hips towards me. “You know what I want.”
Kneeling behind her, the bed creaks at my weight.
Cotton sheets cushion my knees as I grip the globes of her ass and lick her back entrance.
Nory moans, her hands gripping the simple headboard.
Her back bows as I lick again, jiggling my tongue into her tight hole.
Moisture glides out of her pussy in a stream.
My mouth waters, needing to collect it all.
“Eryx,” she purrs. “Please.”
“Again? I already had your ass this morning.”
Her verdant eyes flash.
“Are you going to tell me no?” she pouts, lips twisting into a frown.
Rising behind her, I take my hard cock in my hand. Gliding it through her slit, I use her wetness to coat the head. I spit down onto her back entrance and gently use my thumb to press into her. Nory’s moans are the sweetest sound. The scent of our coupling fills the small cottage.
My ridges drag along her greedy clit. Sweat breaks out along her back. A flush appears on her pale skin as she rubs herself against me. Her whole body shakes in anticipation of my possession.
“Please, Eryx. I need you, husband,” she begs. “Fuck me. Don’t make me wait.”
“Greedy,” I snarl, but do as she bids me.
I fit my cock to her ass. The pink hole stretches around my length.
It’s used to my invasion, but it is as tight as the first time I fucked her here.
Nory cries out as I surge all the way inside her.
She takes every inch of me, even as I flatten her to the bed—the mounds of her ass press against my hips as I’m fully sheathed inside her.
I could come from this alone—just being inside her.
“I’m not going to last,” I growl between clenched teeth. “Be a good girl and come quickly.”
Propping her hips up, I withdraw and plunge deep again. Her cries are harsh. The brutality of my taking is what she desires above all else. Nory gives me the picture of true supplication. I reward her surrender with the sneaking of my hand to the apex of her thighs to play with her clit.
Nory claws at the sheets, shredding them in her fists.
She is all I need now and forever. We are one—each other’s only family.
The thought of getting her pregnant hadn’t been a concern when we were first together.
I was a death omen—my seed was as dead as my heart.
Now things are different. We had discussed starting a family.
I will admit that the image of Nory, swollen with my child, is a beautiful fantasy.
However, we cannot deny our greed for each other.
We decided that for now, she will take the contraceptive herbs and we will be it for each other. I wouldn’t have it any other way. We have an eternity to change our minds—for now, all I need is Nory. She is more than enough.
Overwhelmed by lust for my wife, I listen to her keening moans and know she's close.
Her ass clenches around my thrusting cock.
Her whole body trembles, and when I graze her clit again, she erupts with a scream of my name.
I follow her into pleasure, spraying torrents of hot seed into her tight ass.
I come down atop her shaking body and lick sweat from her shoulders. Nory gasps into the sheets. Once we have caught our breath, I roll us onto our sides and spoon my body around her. My hand traces along her lovely face, taking note of each freckle—all forty-seven of them.
“I love you, Nory.”
She grins.
“You better.”
Chuckling, I nuzzle into her side and feel her yawn. Exhaustion covers us like a blanket. I will need her again soon—or she will reach for me in the middle of slumber and ride me with her glorious breasts bouncing. I welcome it all. Nory is my heart, my soul, my love. We will never be parted.
Those lonely centuries feel so far away in these moments. I can hardly remember the male I was before Nory. He was nothing but a husk of hunger and sadness. Now, there is only warmth and happiness. Each day with Nory is a precious gift. One I won’t stop protecting.
No matter what the future holds, one thing is certain. We will face it together, no matter what. Each day, I’ll show Nory just how much I love her. Over and over again.
Endlessly.