Chapter Eight Blossom #2
My talons stroke down her spine. Curve over her cheeks. Spread them. I dip my thumb gently into her pink, glistening slit, and take the moisture back to her other entrance, wetting it so that my tail tip will ease in if she wishes it.
“Ohhh. Oh, God. Is your tail going to be in me while your cock is in my pussy?” June asks in a voice that is pure need. Her hand slips back between her thighs and rubs her curls and nub, the part she calls her “clit.”
“If you wish it,” I whisper, still admiring the view.
I can’t help but bend for a closer look, to examine this pouting rose-colored haven that looks so small and yet feels so tight around my tail.
My fingers part her, and she shudders as I take another sweet lap of her nectar, pushing in with my tongue.
Fucking her with it as she moans, my horns pressed to the padding of her rump.
I have the wild fantasy of her holding onto them as she bucks her quim on my face, rutting me, keening as she bathes my lips in her juice.
Later.
My cock won’t be patient for much longer.
“It’s okay if you don’t make me come again. I just want to feel you,” June reassures.
“If I do come quickly, it might help to ease my entrance into you, given the difference in our sizes.” I pause for a second. “Wait, did you know that gargoyles remain—er, ready for two or three times? I know female gargoyles can peak many times. Can human women?”
“Yeah. Wait... But human men can’t. Not like, back-to-back. Not without some rest.”
“Oh. Well, the good Lord knew we would only be active half the time and stone the rest. We can go several times. Three is usual. I’ve heard as many as four or five. I said two or three because I didn’t want to make you sore, my love.”
“Oh, my God, please. Make me sore. If it’s sore from making love to you, I’ll take it.”
“My sweet, brave little mate,” I caress her shoulders, loving how she arches into my touch like a contented cat.
I spread my wings over us, like a tent, the pleasure wiping out the lingering pain.
One arm wraps underneath her, elbow at her waist, hand grasping her breast. My other hand nudges my crown to her soft, needy slit, pressing forward as she pushes back with a low, breathy sound.
“Duuun-caaaan!”
June cries my name in two desperate groans, stretching the sounds as her body stretches around me, shaping and binding to my cock so tightly that I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to move again.
June has no problem testing that out. She rocks back into me at once, her noises turning pinched and higher-pitched as she rushes her body to accept something so large.
“Easy, easy. So eager,” I praise, even though my heart is bursting and my cock wants to follow suit.
“You don’t—understand,” June gasps, her muscles writhing on me in delicious, intoxicating waves. “It hurts a little, but it feels so fucking good. So full.”
“Mmm, so full of my cock. And soon, so full of my seed.”
“Mmm, gardeners love seeds. Do you know what I bought today? Heather. Scottish heather. I’m going to put it all along the edge of the woods.”
“And next year, when it blooms, we’ll be here, my lady, to couple in it. You would look divine in moonlight, on your back, your legs parted for me, heather all around you.”
“And you would look divine in anything. So handsome. So strong. So big!” June’s last compliment is a wail as I feel something soft but unyielding kiss my crown. “Oooh, you have to stop there. No more,” she breathes, head turned to the side on the pillow, looking back at me.
“I can move back—”
“You’d better move in and out. Not back. I want to be pounded by that big gargoyle cock. That’s my new fantasy.”
I love her fantasy, but I straighten up and withdraw a little, watching her tight pink flesh cling to my wide gray shaft, and then I push back into her, my eyes fluttering closed as I sink into her heat.
“Did ye say any gargoyle cock?” I growl, both hands now on her hips, talons digging into her soft, padded rear.
“No, no. God, no, only yours,” June whimpers, hands making tight fists on the sheets.
“Why is that, my lady?”
“Because I’m yours. Your lady. Your love. And you’re mine.” June raises herself to her palms, now on all fours. “Because... Because you love me.”
“Aye. And?” I push in again, pull out, thrusting in a pattern that catches each tremble in her quim, each spasm in her walls. My tail flicks down to tease her nub.
“Because I love you!” June cries as my tail wraps around the tiny bead and won’t let go, tugging it in time with my ever-increasing thrusts.
“Because I’ll not leave ye. Or betray you. Love you always, my June. My rose.”
“God, yes. My beautiful, wild Duncan. Unngh!”
June’s hips slam back, and her thighs convulse. Her back bows low as she lets out a long, erotic wail that makes my eyes flood with bright white, shining on her beautiful, enraptured face.
I feel her pleasure in my own body, feel her rapid little pulses, feel her collapsing under me—and feel her taking every drop of my come as it starts to pump into her tight, contracting cunny.
But I’m not done with her yet. I savor her sweetness, the feel of her flooded with my seed—before starting again.
“Wait... No breaks? Like, at all?” June gasps.
“Not with you, my love,” I purr, and let my tail tease a different spot this time, working into her tight little back passage. “Let’s see if I can make you come again, my lady. Or should I say, my vixen?”
“Call me whatever you want, just keep fucking me,” June begs, practically pawing the bed as both her holes are filled.
I can feel both tight tunnels of flesh squeezing me, milking my sensitive tail, and coating my cock with her juice and my come. Each time our hips rock towards one another, sinfully wet sounds fill the air, along with my snarls and her ragged, heady moans.
“You look so beautiful, my love. So full.”
“Fuck, yes. Please keep me full like this. So good. All boyfriends should have a tail.”
“Boyfriend?” I slap my hand down on her perfect, bouncing bottom, harder than I mean to. “Oh, sorry, my love!”
“I meant mate. I meant mate,” she babbles, squirming as my tail twists and burrows inside, opening her up.
I could stay like this forever, locked inside of her, watching her move, enveloped in her flesh and her scent.
But I realize I can’t. After we finish here, I must find a piece of my shed skin—and carve my heartstone.
It is sometimes the custom in clans for an elder or dear one to help make a heartstone for another, but I was a young warrior when my clan was last together.
I’ve never made one before. It might take a day or two, for it must be perfect.
Like my June.
But I won’t rush this moment. In fact, I slow down and let June move against me, first slow, and then building, her walls tightening with every passing second.
Her hand comes back to rub her clit, and slips past it to stroke us where we join.
She strokes my slick cock as it slides in and out of her stretched pussy, dripping with my cream.
“I can’t think of anything more beautiful,” I murmur, letting my chest rest against her back, my arms supporting my weight as we huddle close. “Unless it’s seeing you do this again in our own bed. In our own nest.”
“Nest?”
“The home I will build for you. It can be here, or in Gilcreedy, or anywhere, my June. I may not have money, but I have other skills. I’ll make your dreams come true.”
“My only dream right now is getting to keep loving you, of being with someone like you.”
“Not like me. Exactly me. Because I’m yours, and you’re mine. I’ll never betray ye, or abandon ye. You’ll never be alone again, love.”
June pulls away, surprising me as I slide from her with a rush of milky wetness that splatters over both our thighs.
She rolls onto her back with a little groan.
Her once tight sheath is gaping from my lovemaking, and dripping with the evidence of our pleasure.
“I want to be able to see you the whole time. Feel you on top of me,” she whispers, arms open and welcoming.
She feels like home, like family, like lust, and love, and a future. All the things I thought were ripped away.
All the things that she felt were torn from her.
Her body hugs mine, pulling me in easily this time.
It’s still an exquisitely snug fit, especially once my tail presses into her, connecting us further.
I’m careful not to squash her, but my brave, beautiful June is heedless of the danger, pulling me to her with hungry, nipping kisses, her hands wrapping in my hair, and her calves wrapping around mine.
“This is so good. It’s all so good, but this is amazing,” she whispers between kisses.
I have to agree, especially as I realize the way we’re rubbing together, skin-to-skin, chest-to-chest, puts me in the best position to stroke against her clit with every thrust. And when I feel her squeezes starting to speed up, so do I.
With a grunt, I lift her head to mine and swallow her screams with a kiss, catching her peak as it ripples around my cock and tail, drawing another peak from me, as well.
She is well and truly mine. My mate.
“Duncan. Wow,” June sighs, limp under me. She rubs her flushed face against my shoulder and kisses my neck. “That was... Well, it was big. And a lot. And I’m addicted.”
“That’s good, my lady.”
“You don’t have to call me—”
“But you are. You are my lady, you are my love, and you are my mate. And it’s good, my lady, that you liked it so much,” I smirk, “because I’m not done just yet.”
“What again?” June gasps.
“Unless you wish to wait?”
June flops back with a happy sigh. “Nope. You carry on. I’m just going to lie here, pinching myself, wondering if this is a dream.”
My hand strokes down her sweat-streaked torso, and my thumb flicks her clit, making her jump with a tempting moan. “I have much better ways to convince you that I’m all too real, mate of mine.”