Chapter 13 #2
I shimmy my jeans down and kick them off while he quickly disrobes.
Gargoyles are known for two things: their muscles, and their massive cocks.
And as his clothes join mine on the floor, I can see that neither have been exaggerated.
His sturdy, bulging pecs and chiseled biceps draw my attention for just a minute before my eyes land on the main event between his massive thighs.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp.
I’ve seen big cocks before. Hell, I was brave enough to get fucked by a centaur once, and the phrase “hung like a horse” turned out to be extremely accurate.
But Atlas’s cock is on a whole other level.
It hangs thick and heavy between his legs, nearly as long as my forearm and too weighty to stand upright.
Instead of being smooth, his shaft bulges out wider every inch or so, like a series of knots waiting to expand as soon as he’s inside.
It’s impossible not to spend a few seconds wondering what it would feel like to have those ridges tugging at my rim with every thrust.
He wraps his hand around his cock and strokes himself slowly, teasing his thumb over each of the ridges, grunting quietly under his breath, his gaze boring into me while I stare unapologetically. I finally manage to drag my attention away from his cock and up to his face after several long seconds.
“I don’t think that’s going to fit inside me without a metric fuck-ton of lube.”
He gives me a crooked smile. “I kind of figured that. But you said skin contact might do the trick?” He licks his lips and steps closer to me, leaving less than an inch of space between us.
I nod, and my cock twitches and strains towards him, like it’s desperate just to drag against the warmth of his body.
My breath catches, and all the little hairs on my arms stand on end, like they’re all trying to get closer to Atlas too.
It must be my magic inside of him. Every cell in my body can sense it and wants to find a way to touch it.
That’s the only explanation I have for the way he’s affecting me.
“Let’s see how much magic we can make, then,” he says gruffly.
Without any more warning than that, he wraps his arms around me, digging his hands roughly into my ass cheeks, and hauls me off my feet.
I’m not a short man, and considering my generally prickly demeanor, I’ve never had a man pick me up before or even attempt to.
I wouldn’t have thought I’d like it either, but there’s a surprising thrill to trusting my weight to his steady grasp and hard muscles.
I hook my legs around his waist, my cock pressed against his abs, and I slam my mouth into his.
Magic rushes through me again. It’s still not nearly as strong as I’d like it to be, but it’s a bigger trickle than when we kissed before.
Atlas licks into my mouth and my magic builds just a little, snaking through my veins and moving into my fingertips, sizzling on my tongue like Pop Rocks with every lap and drag of his.
I rock my hips, grinding my cock against his warm skin, slicking his belly with the endless drip of precum that every one of his deep, hungry growls coaxes from my slit.
“It’s working,” I pant around his tongue, pawing at his chest and biceps. “We need even more skin contact though.”
My head already feels like it’s spinning, so it takes me a second to realize that he’s lowering me onto the cot.
I cling to him harder until his body sinks down on top of mine.
The cheap bed creaks and groans, but the sound is drowned out by my embarrassingly loud moan as Atlas fits himself against me and his massive cock lies heavily on mine.
Our bodies wrap around each other like it’s their sole purpose in this life, our legs entwined, our arms tangled together, chest to chest, cocks grinding as we fall into another frenzied kiss.
“Is that your magic?” he asks gruffly against my lips, canting his hips at the same time to drag the length of his cock over mine.
It’s magic alright, the oldest kind of magic there is.
The primal, desperate sharing of energy that has made mortals see god since the beginning of time.
My eyelids flutter as every ridge of his cock catches against the head of mine.
Atlas pulls our joined hands towards his chest, untangles our fingers, and presses my palm right against his sternum, just above where he said he felt Drax’s pull before.
“That, right there,” he grunts. “I’ve been feeling it since I first had the dream about you. It feels like you, but more like a tether or…” He trails off with a moan, his heavy balls bouncing against mine with his next thrust.
I can’t think clearly enough right now to process his comment, so I just nod and bite down on his bottom lip, sucking it between my teeth.
He hisses and snaps his hips faster, the bed quaking underneath me…
or maybe it’s my body that’s shaking. It’s hard to tell.
The dull buzz of my magic is intoxicating after going so long without it, but it’s hard to focus on actually using it when my cock is throbbing with need and my balls clench tighter with every punch of Atlas’s hips.
I arch against him, glad for the part of my brain that manages to remember the incantation I need, even when my lips only want to chant “Atlas” over and over again.
I drag my tongue over his again, gathering a mouthful of my own magic that’s pooled there.
The act feels like licking my own cum off of his lips, and my body heats and trembles at the swirling fantasy of spilling into his mouth.
With the blue vapors of my power pouring like smoke from between my lips, I murmur the spell as we grind and hump and grope, his cock getting stiffer against mine and his ridges swelling just like I’d suspected they would, stroking me with every thrust. The bars on the window rattle and groan, and I chant faster.
Heat tightens in my gut and my toes curl, the spell on my lips weaving itself between moans and whines of pleasure.
Atlas snakes his tongue over my skin, and his precum joins mine, making our bellies and our cocks slick and sticky.
A loud metallic groan drowns out our moans, but I can feel the vibrations of every sound rumbling in Atlas’s chest against mine, in his tongue on my skin, in the rhythmic pulse of his spasming cock as he covers me in his orgasm, coating my cock and my skin, hot ropes of it dripping into my belly button.
I gasp the last words of the spell one more time and a clattering sound fills the air as I follow him over the edge, my balls clenching and my cock throbbing as my cum joins his in making a mess of us.
His hot breath puffs against my neck, and our thrusts start to slow until we’re just rocking against each other lazily, savoring the last aftershocks of pleasure before we’re too oversensitive to enjoy it.
I tease my fingertips along the broad expanse of his shoulders, and he brushes a tender kiss over the thundering pulse point in my throat.
“I think it worked,” he says, his voice still a little hoarse and dazed.
Pride pulses in my chest, for my magic and for being able to make a gargoyle sound so fucking wrecked.
“The question is, will it get us anywhere.” I crane my neck to try to see the window.
“Only one way to find out.”
He climbs off of me, and I immediately miss the weight of his body. Gods, I really do need to get laid more. I can still feel enough magic tingling in my fingertips that I murmur a quick spell to get rid of the mess of our cum on my belly before I get up and follow him over to the window.
It’s small. With the bars on it, it felt useless to even wonder whether either of us would be able to fit through it, but I’m wondering now as Atlas nudges the rusted bars aside with his foot and reaches into the opening. I see the moment he hits an invisible barrier, and we both curse.
“Dammit,” he growls.
“Fuuuuuuck,” I groan. “I’m going to need a hell of a lot more magic to break this fucking force field.”
He sighs. “At least we tried.”
He stoops to pick up the bars and does his best to make them look like they aren’t broken as he arranges them back in the window. I doubt Elvira’s going to stress test them again, at least I hope not. They just need to look like I didn’t manage to rip them out.
“What now?” I ask. It’s not so much a question as a frustrated lament. What the fuck are we going to do now?