Chapter 7 – Evangeline
M y beast.
Xander carries me to his bedroom, which has a gothic vibe. Black walls, dresser, and dark hardwood floors. Silver bedding to match the silver chandelier hanging from the vaulted black ceiling. Even his paintings mounted on the wall are black and silver.
He gently sets me on the ground and takes a step back to scan my body from head to toe.
“I just want to appreciate how beautiful you look.”
I glance down. The t-shirt is slightly too small and clings to my tummy. His sweats barely fit, too, as my ass is wider.
Brandon never complimented me. Ever. I didn’t realize how odd that was until my fortieth birthday, when men were complimenting me left and right. I didn’t realize how much I needed the validation .
I needed it then, but now, I’m at the point in loving myself and my body that hearing Xander say those words sends a shot of dopamine through my veins. He’s a fucking gargoyle king who looks like a God sent from...heaven?
Where do gargoyles come from?
It doesn’t matter. He called me beautiful, and he means it.
“Why do you never believe the things I say to you? Who hurt you to make you feel as if you’re not a goddess who walks the land?”
Goddess. His words are cheesy, but my pussy is eating it up. She’s pulsing and wet and I’m dying to let this gargoyle king do ungodly things to me.
“Whatever you’re thinking about, keep it up,” he says, sniffing the air.
I squeeze my thighs together.
I love that he can smell how turned on I am.
“Tell me what you want me to do to you. What do you like?”
“I...I don’t know. I don’t have much experience.”
He steps closer to me.
“Why?”
I gulp, trying to wet my dried-out throat.
“Well, I was married, and he’s the only man I’ve slept with. Then we got divorced, and I’ve been too scared to have sex with anyone else yet because my sex life with my ex was...bland.”
“Did he make you come?”
“No. I’d go to the bathroom after and finish myself off.”
“Oh, Kitten, I’m going to enjoy showing you what you’ve been missing.”
He holds up his hand and retracts his claws, then teases the band of my sweats— his sweats—with his fingertips.
“Do you want me to eat this sweet pussy and make you come on my tongue?”
I whimper, and he gives me a knowing smirk. He said exactly what I needed to hear.
“Did your ex ever go down on you?”
“Yes, but he hated it. He wasn’t good either, and I had to fake my orgasms.”
He tsks and slides his hand down my front until his fingertip teases my slick opening.
“Hold on to me, okay?”
I nod and clutch his arms and nearly collapse to the ground when he eases a finger inside me. His digit is long and thick, and my pussy clenches around it.
I moan, and he leans down to capture it with a kiss.
The moment his lips meet mine, he pumps his finger in and out, slowly...torturously. His tongue gently massages my own, as if he’s savoring the taste .
He adds a second finger, pausing to let me stretch around him before thrusting into me faster. My knees become weak, and I grip his arms harder for leverage.
I’ve never felt such pleasure solely from a hand.
He breaks off the kiss to clutch my hair at the nape, tugging to pull back my head so he can trail his mouth over my jaw and neck...all while he pumps his fingers inside me.
“Xander, please, I’m getting close.”
“Good. Come for me, Kitten.”
His fangs scratch over the valley between my neck and shoulder, and his thumb presses against my clit.
That’s the moment I fall apart.
I hold on to him as I scream and shake and let the orgasm wash over me.
His fingers stay paused inside me, my pussy pulsing around them.
When I finally come down from that mind-blowing orgasm, he pulls his fingers out and brings them up to his mouth.
He licks them clean.
I’ve never witnessed anything so intimate.
Brandon always complained about going down on me. He said it was gross and unsanitary.
Yet this gargoyle —this king —sucks my release off his fingers as if I’m dessert after a three-course meal .
“You taste so sweet, Kitten. Let’s lie you down so I can have more.”
He walks us to the bed, my thighs brushing up against the edge.
“Lift your arms.”
He pulls the t-shirt over my head and tosses it behind him to the ground. Next, he removes my sweats until I’m left standing there in nothing but my panties.
“So fucking gorgeous, Evangeline.”
His large hand cups a breast. It’s so small in his palm. His thumb flicks my hard, sensitive nipple, and I groan.
“I love how you react to my touch,” he says, his voice low and seductive.
He bends down to remove my panties next, and I hold onto his shoulders to step out of them.
“Get on the bed.”
God, why do I love him giving me orders? All I want to do is behave and be a good girl for him.
I get on the bed and scoot back, propping myself up with my elbows to watch him undress.
“How do clothes work with your wings and tail?”
“Magic-infused fabric.” He turns as he takes off his shirt, allowing me to see the fabric separate when it slides past the wings. It weaves back together once it’s off his body.
“Whoa,” I whisper .
Xander grins from ear to ear, and his tail whips back and forth. There’s something on the end that I can’t quite make out, but it’s shaped somewhat like a flower’s bud. Bulb shaped, even.
My nipples tighten painfully hard thinking about what he could do to me with that tail.
He kneels on the floor. He’s so tall, the edge of the bed barely reaches his stomach. He grabs me by the hips and tugs me down, allowing him to wrap his arms around my thighs and spread my legs apart.
“You’re still so wet for me, Evangeline. I can’t wait to have this inside you.”
He sticks out his tongue. I whimper at the sight because it’s a long fucking tongue. It extends down his chin and appears to be at least seven inches.
He must like my reaction because his tail whips around behind his back again.
“I want you to play with your nipples while I eat you out, okay? I want to hear you scream. Show your king how well he devours you.”
Your king.
He laps his tongue up my pussy to my clit, and I try to close my legs around his head on instinct.
“No, Kitten. You keep these open for me. ”
He takes my clit into his mouth and sucks, causing me to buck.
“You’re not touching yourself.”
My hands move to my breasts, and I take my nipples between my thumb and index finger. I pinch them, twist them, pull on them hard, all while Xander drags his teeth over my clit.
My back arches off the bed, and he pushes me back down with the tips of his wings.
“You’re doing so well, Evangeline.”
I groan at his praise. Why was that so fucking hot?
He glides his tongue back down my slit and then without warning, he thrusts it inside me.
I scream and try to arch my back again, but his wings are there to stop me.
Fuck, that feels so good.
He pumps his long, thick tongue in and out of me at a casual pace.
“Faster, harder,” I wheeze.
He picks up speed and presses a finger down on my clit, adding just enough pressure while massaging it to nearly send me over the edge.
When he removes his finger from the sensitive bundle of nerves, I whine. Only seconds later, the pressure is back .
But it’s not his fingers. It’s the end of his tail. It presses up against my clit and starts vibrating . No fucking way.
“Oh, God, Xander. Yes. That feels...that feels...”
My words are lost as an orgasm claims my voice. He doesn’t let me get through it this time before he’s back to fucking me with that glorious tongue. The bulb-shaped tail presses down harder, still vibrating.
He’s going to make me come for a third time.
The tip of his finger teases my asshole. I’ve never had anyone there, not a cock or a finger. My ex would never try it.
“Yes.”
It’s all I say, and Xander swipes his finger through my pleasure for lubricant, then eases the tip past the outer ring.
“Fuck, oh God.”
It’s too much. Another orgasm is already building. Between him driving into me with his long, thick tongue, his vibrating tail, the wings holding me down, me tugging on my hard, sensitive nipples, and his finger inside my asshole, I come.
I scream loud enough that I worry the entire building heard.
Xander comes up for air with a goofy smile on his face, almost as if he got high on eating me out .
“So good, Kitten.” He kisses up my body, from my fupa to my soft stomach and between my breasts, leaving sweet pecks along my collarbone. “We’ll need to get that tight little hole stretched so I can fuck it with my tail.”
I groan.
He brushes his mouth over my lips. “You taste like nectar.”
He kisses me, and I open for him, tasting myself on his tongue. It does taste like nectar. The kiss isn’t long, but I’m burning up by the time he pulls away and stands. Desire that should have been satiated after three orgasms begs for more.
My eyes fall to the tent in his sweats.
I move to take care of it, and he stops me.
“Not yet, Kitten. My cock isn’t like a human’s.”
“It’s okay.”
“I know…but just watch me tonight, okay?”