Chapter Nine June and Duncan #3
I land in the center of the hydrangeas and petunias, where I was always meant to stand, nothing more than a decoration.
When we touch down, June claws free and then rakes her hands down my body, shedding my kilt and engulfing my flaccid member in her mouth, making it grow so fast and hard that she lets out a sound of surprise. “Do gargoyles do it outside?” she asks.
“Yes,” I rasp, weak-kneed when her hand knows to tease between my cheeks while she sucks me. “Couples have private nesting spots.”
“This isn’t very secluded, but we’re all alone. Does that work?” June whispers, licking up and down my shaft like I’m one of those ice pops she’s introduced me to.
“Work for what?”
“To do things gargoyle style.” She places her mouth around me and sucks, this time looking up at me, a mixture of seduction and sweetness.
“You’ll get all covered in grass and earth,” I warn.
“Not if you pick me up, big guy,” she purrs and rises, dropping her shorts as she does so, sending them over her hips.
Her plump outer lips are swollen from our activities hours ago and last night. “Are you sure that won’t hurt?” I ask, even as I pick her up and bring her to my waist.
“You make it feel so good that even if it’s a little sore at first, I don’t mind.”
“I mind. I think you’re too eager,” I warn, slowly letting my tail stroke around her entrance before gently sliding in. “You keep trying to take something too large without working up to it, my lady.”
“I can’t help it if my mate is so tempting,” June moans.
Her mate. I almost lose control at the words.
I stop just in time, letting my head fall back as my tail sinks into her quim, feeling how much tighter she is, swollen and full—and how wet and juicy she is, like an overripe plum.
She moans at the intrusion, and her walls instantly clamp and flutter.
I press her mound into me, urging her to rock her clit against the hard surface I offer.
She does, at once, riding my tail and my torso. I hold her in one arm as her legs fasten around my hips. My other hand easily drags off the pale green top she wears, making us both as naked as trees in winter. I bend my mouth to catch her soft breasts, teasing my tongue over each tight nipple.
“I love your tail, but I want that big cock,” June hisses, eyes shut in pleasure. Her hands dig into my shoulders as she adjusts her position, wriggling until her mound slips against my crown.
“You could have both in your puss if you’re not careful,” I warn.
“Oooh, fuck, yes. One day. I want to feel two cocks inside of me, your big, thick one, and your tail. Moving in and out of me together...”
June creates pictures in my head that make me lose my senses and my speech.
All I know is that now I want to watch such a thing, see her split open by both appendages, moaning and tugging her own nipples as I pound her to a climax.
With that debauched image in my head, my cock burrows in, eased by her wetness, and the very tip of my tail remains buried inside as well.
June’s eyes widen, and she licks her lips. “I bet that feels good, doesn’t it, baby?” she purrs. “Your tail is so sensitive, hmm?”
“Wicked girl,” I grunt.
“Rubbing against your big cock... both buried inside of me... My tight pussy hugging you both...”
My eyes flare white, and I glare at her. “What are you doing to me?” I demand.
“Talking about what you’re doing to me. Don’t you like it when I tell you all the yummy things you’re doing?”
“I never knew how much I could like it,” I admit.
“I think you like fucking me extra right now, because I’m still full of your cum.
That’s why I’m slippery enough for your tail and your cock to take me together.
Mm. Mmmm. Mm!” June stops speaking and just goes limp against me, but her pussy is a tourniquet, squeezing both my tail and cock in a vise-like grip as her climax approaches.
“I think you’re a beautiful temptress,” I hiss, placing my thumb firmly on her clit and worrying it as I pound into her, fighting the grip of her walls, her soft noises turning to wails that are music to my ears.
“And I think you want to be filled with my cum, because you have a hungry wee pussy that’s no longer satisfied by little cocks.
You want—” I thrust my hips up hard, pushing more of myself into her, pausing as she lets out a guttural cry of pleasure, “my big cock all the way in you. Well, love... It’s getting there.
That little puss is going to be ruined for all other cocks by mine,” I growl.
“Yes, fuck, ruin me,” she begs. “So good.”
I notch myself in deeper, aware of her thighs shaking now, and feeling wetness soaking my thighs. “Pretty waterfall this garden has,” I tease.
“Needs watering. It hasn’t rained since I’ve been here,” June whimpers.
“Pretty little flower is about to get absolutely soaked.”
Her wail bites off the end of my sentence but heralds the tidal wave of my orgasm. My cock erupts as I’m deep inside of her, pressed to her womb, stretching her cunny so that it’ll only welcome my cock after this. “Mate,” I claim, then kiss her.
June sags into my arms, shaking a little. “Mate,” she promises.