Chapter 19 – Harold
HAROLD
Idon’t know what to do. Every moment of my day is consumed with thoughts of Medusa. Her laugh. Her smile. Her bravery, even when she’s terrified.
For some reason, seeing her so haunted, so broken, completely shifted my world. With hurt women, I feel a need to protect them. To keep them safe.
With her, I want more than that. I want to kill a God for her. I imagine myself destroying Poseidon, piece-by-piece. I imagine myself ripping him to shreds, in the most painful way imaginable.
And then? I imagine myself returning to my sweet Medusa and keeping her safe forever. Holding her. Showing her that some men can be trusted. That some men know how to treat a woman.
The surge of emotions sweep me under, and all I can think about is the after then—the moment when I remain by her side forever. No matter how much I try to think about anything else, my mind keeps returning to her.
As we fly back to the city and away from our meeting place with the messengers, I realize something else. When I return, I’m going to make love to Medusa. Not because I'm drugged up, or horny, although I am, but because I’ve made a decision.
I am not just going to save this woman’s life. I’m going to make her mine.
And I don’t care what I have to do to make that happen.
The wind picks up, and I realize just how aroused the thought of her has made me. My erection strains uncomfortably inside my pants. My rebellious brain takes me back to our night in Eros’ temple, when I fucked our sweet woman in every possible way.
There’s something unimaginably incredible about being a big man fucking a tiny woman. It isn’t just that every hole in her body is tight, squeezing my dick in protest. It’s that I can bend her, move her, slip her between us with ease. It’s that I can dominate every part of her.
Now I’m officially losing my mind. I need to take her, and I don’t give a shit what the others think. The second I return, I’m parting her sweet ass and slipping right inside.
If she’ll have me.
I feel my muscles tense. All along we’ve been thinking about dealing with the consequences of caring for a monster, of protecting a monster, of having sex with a monster. But what if we don’t matter to her? What if it was just sex for her?
The idea makes my stomach twist and my fists clench. It’s true—we haven’t really treated her well. She’s our prisoner, after all. We kidnapped her, we hurt her, and we forced her into a dangerous situation.
I wouldn’t blame her if the second she got a chance, she ran as far and as fast from us as she could.
But I can’t let that happen. Not when I feel this way about her. I need to show her that she matters to me, even if the others aren’t yet on board.
The lights of the city come, and we soar over it all until we reach the balcony of the apartment. Then, we gently land, one at a time, and shift into our human-forms before going inside.
I’m surprised to find the apartment strangely quiet. Marcus is nowhere to be found, and nothing is disturbed. My heart races. Even gargoyles have enemies… perhaps they’ve found us here. Perhaps a monster came who was more powerful than Medusa and Marcus together, one they couldn’t stop.
I move to the bedroom, and freeze.
Marcus and Medusa are together in bed, naked. She’s lying on top of him. Her beautiful ass facing me. The kitchen lights highlight the curves of her body in a strangely intimate silhouette. “What the fuck?” Byron mutters beside me.
“Well, damn!” Forrest says.
And we all just sit and stare, unsure what to do or say. Marcus—our fearless leader—couldn’t resist her either? Maybe we have more of a chance than I thought of convincing him of the Blood Moon Judgment.
I want to explore that thought more fully, but there’s a naked Medusa in front of me.
“What should we do?” Byron asks.
I shrug out of my shirt. “I don’t know about you two, but I’m going to see if they’re ready for Round Two.”
Forrest gives me a shocked look, but then he starts to undress too.
I slip into the room and stare. Marcus’ cock is still firmly inside her pussy. I wonder what she’d think of her ass being filled by me?
Moving behind her on the bed, it shifts beneath my weight. I run a hand along her spine, stroking her back and hips. She sighs and wiggles on Marcus.
He mutters, “shit,” and his eyes pop open.
He looks from me to the naked woman on top of him.
She lifts her head sleepily and glances back at me.
I hold my breath. What will she say?
“You going to stand there all day? Or put it in my ass?” she mumbles.
A shudder moves through my body. “Yes, ma’am.”
But I know better than to plunge into a tight asshole. I want my little woman screaming in pleasure, not in shock.
Marcus seems to understand. He pushes the hair back from her face and pulls her down for a kiss. A little moan leaves her lips, and he curls his hands around her breasts.
I position myself behind her, but don’t enter. I focus instead on touching her skin, her back, her hips. And then, I move her on top of Marcus, watching his dick slipping in and out. Getting more and more wet by her juices.
Grasping my dick, I slide myself in her wetness.
She’s shifting and moaning, taking Marcus harder with each stroke.
When my pulse fills my ears, and my dick is coated in her juices, as well as my own precum, I part her ass. Slowly slipping inside is like the sweetest torture in this world. She grips me tightly, awakening my flesh. Pleasure ripples through me.
When I come to my hilt, a shiver moves through my body. Keep your control, I tell myself.
Forrest and Byron enter the room, naked and erect. They come to stand at her sides. I grasp her waist and pull her so that she’s sitting on us. I have to adjust to move back to let her come down fully on top of my erection.
She makes a little sound of protest, and then their dicks are in her face.
Immediately, she grips them and begins to stroke. They each grab one of her breasts in a possessive manner. When Forrest flicks her nipple, she gasps and leans toward him. He swears as she takes him into her mouth. And my own arousal builds at the sight of her sucking him off.
Using her hips for leverage, I move Marcus and I in and out of her in a rhythm that’s pure pleasure. When she lets Forrest’s dick pop out of her mouth, she immediately turns to Byron’s dick and takes him deeply.
Feeling myself inside her and watching her pleasure my brotherhood is like heaven.
When her inner-muscles start to tense, she begins to ride us. And holy fuck, I’m lost to her. She rides us in a frenzy of movement, and my brain can’t process anything except her tight body wrapped around me.
When her head throws back, and she shouts a string of nonsense, I come, exploding into her tight ass. Forrest and Byron don’t disappoint. Their cum shoots out, coating her breasts, and I feel Marcus coming seconds later.
We’re all breathing hard. Trying to regain even an ounce of our brainpower.
She looks down at her chest. “Fuck boys, I’ve never enjoyed being painted, but that wasn’t half bad. Now, who’s going to clean me off?”
We all volunteer at once.
She laughs.
But Forrest is the one who scoops her up and takes her to the shower.
The three of us lay side-by-side on the bed.
“So you fucked her?” Byron asks, amusement in his voice.
Marcus sighs. “I couldn’t help myself. It wasn’t just her beauty. Or the fact that you three were falling in love with her—“
“There’s just something about her.” I finish.
Both men nod beside me.
“We’ve decided we can’t kill her, or let them do it.” Byron’s voice is hesitant as he speaks.
Marcus doesn’t respond for a long time. “So your plan is to run?”
“No,” I interrupt. “We’re going to request a Blood Moon Judgment.”
He stiffens. “We won’t win.”
And I say the words I didn’t realize until now. “If we lose, we fight our way out. We take her with us. We leave that world behind us.”
Again, he’s quiet for an uncomfortably long time. “And all of you are willing to accept the consequences of this decision.”
“Yes.”
“Then,” he clears his throat. “That is exactly what we’ll do. Either all of us survive or none of us do.” His words have a finality I don’t like. It’s as if he’s weighed the possibility of us fighting dozens of gargoyles and escaping with a monster, and decided we won’t win.
“Life is too short to be lonely,” he says after a moment.
I stiffen, surprised. I didn’t realize he was lonely.
“But tonight I think we work off twenty years of celibacy.” There’s a smile in his voice. “We can deal with our unlikely future tomorrow.”
Even though our plan will anger our people, will have them calling us monster-lovers, and make them believe we’ve betrayed them, I smile. I’ve never looked forward to a night more than this one ever, not in thousands of years.