Chapter 9
Avandair
The moment she was done feeding Grandor and she returned him to his crib, I was already hard and hell-bent on ravishing her.
Winona is so kind-hearted and loving. I was afraid of how she’d react to a gargoyle baby and how Grandor would react to her, but they both seemed to have formed a strong connection during their first meeting.
It’s better than what I could have hoped for and it’s a huge burden off my chest. Knowing my son won’t lack for anything eases my shoulders.
“I’m going to fuck you until your pussy is sore,” I say.
Hoisting her body up, I carry her to my bed. Laying her down atop luxurious layers of soft cotton, I part her thick thighs open, relishing the feel of her flesh against my cold, hard hands. She’s so warm. Supple. She smells like milk and dewdrops.
I spend minutes visually drinking in her creamy curves and the beautiful shape of her voluptuous body. No human has magnetized me the way Winona has. I could keep staring at her forever and I’d be just as fulfilled as if I had an orgasm. I suppose that’s how it is with fated mates.
“Am I leaking milk?” she questions, one pretty brown eyebrow quirked up.
I lick off the errant white beads glued onto her pink rosebud tips, savoring the thick, rich taste of her. “Not anymore.”
Her breasts are full and flushed with the need to be stroked. I can feel the desire radiating through her flesh, painting her cleavage in red splotches of heat. I grab a perfect, round tit and squeeze it, kneading it harder to give her pleasure.
“I like how your fingers feel on me. So rough,” she says.
“What’s bothering you, Winona?” I question, straightening out the furrow between her eyebrows. “Tell me. You needn’t hide anything from your mate.”
She parts her lips. Licks the pink folds until they’re wet and tantalizing.
“When Grandor called me mama, something inside me burst with joy. It felt right. Like the moment I touched his tiny hand, I experienced a powerful tug in my heart. I know it’s disrespectful to his mother to feel this way.
But my heart was light and bright with elation when I played with him I fed him my milk. I don’t know what to make of it.”
“You’re my mate,” I remind her. “I want you to always be happy. Believe me, Grandor’s mother would be overjoyed to know he has found someone who loves him as much as she would have, had she been alive. You don’t have to feel guilty on her account. She wasn’t small-minded.”
Her eyelashes flutter up, her eyes opening so big they look round. “Do you mean that, my lord?”
“You were meant to be in our lives, Winona,” I say, dragging my hand along her delicate jaw, careful not to bruise her velvet skin with the rough stone texture of my fingertips. “To touch us both with your love and tenderness. That’s what fate is.”
She clasps her hands close to her chest. A thin, pale trickle of air streams out of her lips. Her chest rises and falls, and her eyes close. I continue my slow, deliberate journey down her magnificent form, stopping to circle her belly button with my tongue.
Winona writhes. Sticky arousal coats her thighs. “I’m…” She stutters, running out of breath. “I’m grateful fate brought you two to me. I believe that you have made my life so much brighter, my lord.”
“Let me make it even better.” I finally reach the soft nest of curls between her legs. Inhaling her scent, I get light-headed when the potent pheromones assault my senses, drowning me in her essence. Dragging me under her spell so deeply that I can’t resist burying my tongue in her slick folds.
I lick and up and down her slit.
“Let me feast on your sweet flesh, Little Butterfly. The scent of your pussy has driven me mad since the day we met.” Dragging my nose from her throat down to the valley between her breasts, I memorize every dip and peak of her body.
Her pulse skitters beneath me, drumming out a frantic pulse.
She’s equally excited and thrilled about our lovemaking.
“Lord Avandair…” Her knees are shaking with pleasure as her body produces more sticky lubrication to prepare her cunt for my knot. Her pussy trembles against my tongue as I treat it to slow licks.
“Call me Avandair. Call me by my name,” I beg, filling my blood with her potent smell. The pheromones swim straight to my groin, filling my cock with painful need. It swells, blood rushing to elongate it to its full length.
I smear her fluids on her folds with the flat edge of my tongue.
Grinding the pointed edge into her womanly hole, I fuck in and out of her sex in a way only a hard gargoyle tongue can.
She releases heavy exhales laced with pleasure.
Her thighs shake wildly on both sides of my head like she can’t contain the ecstasy of having her pretty pussy eaten out by her mate.
I flick her clit, relishing every single cry she gives me. Knowing that I am perfect for her, that I can fulfill her body’s needs completely, is a heady joy.
I continue to fuck her thoroughly with my hard tongue. Her moans turn into groans and then a scream of delight when she finally reaches her climax.
Her pussy squirts clear release onto my face, painting me with her orgasm. I’m drenched in her fluids. My chest swells in pride at having made her come so quickly.
“You were so perfect, coming so fast,” I praise her. She glows under me, her smile becoming broader. I’ve noticed how she blossoms every time I compliment her. My Little Butterfly loves being appreciated. “Every inch of you is so delicious, I could keep tasting you forever.”
Winona’s cheeks are flushed, her eyes alight with a sultry twinkle. “I want more than your tongue, Avandair. Fill me up. Come inside me,” she pleads. “I love the feeling of being flooded with your cum.”
The thrill of having her call me by my name crackles in my groin. My heavy, throbbing dick bobs between my legs. My knot is swelling, eager to fill her womb with my baby. I can’t wait to see what a half-human, half-gargoyle child would look like.
“As you wish, my mate.” I lick my lips and swallow her sweet juices.
Testing her wet folds with my fingers, I find her wet and prepared. Roughly, I slide my thick cock between her folds, into the valley of her sex. It sinks into her seam, disappearing inside her pulsing wetness.
Her tits jiggle as her back bounces up, her body resisting my forced entry. My knot is bigger than it was last time.
“Take it, Winona,” I command. “Take my knot in your pussy and show me how ready you are to bear my child.”
Her throat flexes in pain but her willpower makes her relax. I shove my manhood deeper into her fertile cunt until my swollen crown rests at the bottom of her canal.
“I think…” Her voice dissipates when she screams out in pleasure. “Ooh, it’s different from last time.”
“How?” I inquire.
“You’re bigger,” he replies.
I inhale her scent. The tinge of extra sweetness in it pleases me. “You’re ovulating, Little Butterfly. I can smell how ripe your womb is from here.”
“You think I’ll get pregnant this time?” she asks, eyes wide with joy. “Avandair, what happens if I do?”
“You’ll birth and nurse my heirs, Winona. And you’ll be my wife.” I begin to move inside her, rocking backward and then forward until I slam into her channel harder.
Winona’s cunt responds to the thought of us being married by squeezing my dick harder. “Your wife? Will our wedding be in town?”
“Gargoyles don’t get married in churches.”
“Then how do they get married?”
“I’ll have to present you as my mate to important nobles. There’s going to be a party at the manor in a few months to celebrate my family’s noble heritage. It’ll be at that party.”
“Do you think…” Winona’s voice grows low and tight. “Do you think they’ll accept me? I’m a human.”
“They’ll have no choice when they see your swollen belly stuffed with my seed,” I reply. “They’ll know you’re mine.”
“So you’ll show the nobles your pregnant human mate?”
“If all goes well.” I grin, increasing the pace of my strokes. Winona goes quiet. Her eyelids scroll closed as she loses herself to the ecstasy of the moment. “I’ll even fuck you in front of them to prove that you’re mine and mine alone.”
At that statement, my inner determination rises up.
I pound into her velvet wetness harder. Rougher.
I’m resolved to get her with the child quickly.
To claim her womb and prove to everyone that she’s mine.
My cock is pulsing with heat, ready to explode at the mere image of me fucking her heavily pregnant body from behind while other gargoyles watch in awe.
Humans aren’t always able to carry gargoyle children.
Most of them never get pregnant, no matter how many times they have sex with a gargoyle.
The only reason I assume Winona will is because she’s my fated mate and mates are easily bred by the cock of their mate.
Their bodies are always ripe and fertile to take their man’s seed and grow it.
“I can’t wait to be your wife,” Winona whimpers. “I want to proudly show off my bump to other gargoyles so they know how thoroughly you’ve pleasured me.”
“You’re oozing ripeness from your every pore, Little Butterfly. Your body wants to be seeded and conquered,” I say, pushing into her harder with my cock, so fast that I can no longer feel anything but her cunt hungrily closing around me.
Heat hazes my vision. Her pussy clenches tighter, eroding my self-control. I have two more strokes before I explode. I need to make them count.
I drive her hard. “Come for me, Little Butterfly. Let me breed you.”
“Uh…” Winona loosens her muscles. And that moment, an orgasm must have taken her because she goes quiet, eyes screwed closed. She luxuriates in the moment, breathing slowly while I am still inside her, fucking her like she belongs to me.
Her pussy is unbelievably tight. I don’t last long.
Heat slices through me like a knife. My senses are overcome by the sheer vastness of the emotion blossoming in my groin, spreading throughout my body like spilled water.
My blood quivers with the magic that threads through it, a fulfillment unlike any other.
I flood her unprotected heat with my seed, marking her sacred channel with my presence. While I’m lost and floating in a dreamlike haze where my body is made of stars and light, my balls empty into Winona’s pussy. Her walls grow slicker with my cum.
When the fog of otherworldliness lifts from my eyes, my knot is swollen and lodged inside Winona, tying our bodies together in an intimate bond. I flatten my back on the mattress, pulling her body up on mine. She rests her small head in the crook of my arm, purring like a sated kitten.
“I can feel it inside me. Your seed,” she says. “It’s taking in my womb.”
“Very good,” I murmur to her. “Can’t wait until you’re big and swollen. I’m going to keep you protected and safe so you don’t have to worry about anything.”
“Avandair.” Winona’s breaths are slow, ticking my chest. “Thank you for everything. Us being joined like this is a memory I’ll cherish forever.”
“As will I.”
I tuck her head into my chest and then close my eyes. Sleep comes to me easily since I’m huddled up with my mate.