Hours #3
“Melinda!” I choke out, gasping as she sucks hard on the tip of my cock and her fingers swirl inside of me.
“Good gargoyle,” she purrs, her wrist pumping her fingers in and out of me. “So relaxed and ready for this nice thick cock.”
“If you keep talking like that, I won’t last a second more,” I warn, and I mean it.
Melinda tosses her hair and grabs a bottle of lubricant from the side of the bed.
She slides it all over my cock and dribbles it down, working it in deep.
“I have no problem fucking you when you’re covered in come,” she smirks, and my jaw drops at the sheer naughtiness of this woman.
“In fact, maybe it would be a challenge—start with you nice and soft, and pound you until you’re rock hard and coming all over me again. Hmm?”
I let out a grunt of desperation as her slippery fingers increase their pace, aiming up, touching sensitive spots inside that make my cock leak and dribble faster and harder than it ever has in my life.
“Put your tail around your cock. Stroke yourself. I think my hands are going to be a little busy at first,” Melinda pants, sliding her fingers from me and gripping the shaft of the toy between her legs. One hand braces on my thigh as she wriggles and shifts, trying to line us up.
The way her lips curl in concentration and her brow furrows makes me fall harder than I thought I could. My little bride. Giving me so many gifts.
My tail caresses the curve of her hip, and it’s tempting to invade the little pink ring of gaping muscle and dripping cum I gave her during my hour.
My mouth dries out in excitement, wondering if I’m going to look the same, stretched around her, feeling so impossibly full.
All at once, my tail can’t help but lock around my cock and start stroking, nice and steady, tightening like a vise as Melinda’s cock nudges against my anus in a direct hit this time.
With a hiss from me and a grunt from her, the head, so much larger than a tail tip or her clever, slender fingers, lodges inside.
“There we go,” she says, satisfied. She squirts more lubricant on her cock, and holds my thighs to her chest as she slowly lets my relaxing muscles and gravity do the work.
“How’s that?” she asks as inches slowly fill me.
In truth, I’m not sure how to describe it, so I just nod, tail starting to jerk in a faster, more uneven pace.
It’s so good, but so different, and there are so many thoughts in my head, warring with the pure, primal pleasure.
Melinda. Big, thick toy. Tight little pussy. Beautiful girl. Everything in one package, spreading me open like a virgin sacrifice.
Why does that make an actual splash of pre-cum land on my chest?
“You have to tell me if you like it,” Melinda warns. “Or I have to stop.”
“So full. So good to be full of you,” I whimper as I feel her soft skin meet mine more fully. The base of my tail rubs against her wet, swollen pussy, and I grit my teeth to delay the peak that’s going to come at any second.
“Already?” Melinda giggles.
She knows me so well. “Uh-huh,” I grunt.
“Well, let go then, baby. Come for me. I’m not going to stop fucking you, though. I’ll just keep going, one orgasm into the next,” she warns.
“Best threat ever,” I gasp out, feeling her shift inside of me, wriggling, making my muscles burn and stretch around the thickest part of her cock, my insides straining at how full I feel—and how good that fullness feels.
She’s not even thrusting in and out of me yet. When she actually does—
With a curse, I explode, cum flying across her breasts and belly, over my thighs and tail.
Melinda, that little minx, that diabolical bride of mine, grips my thighs and uses my much larger size as her anchor, smiling in satisfaction as she witnesses the mess she’s made of me.
I know that feeling, and love it.
“You look so sexy like that,” she purrs, hips finding a cautious pace.
The first tug backward drags and burns like an overextended stretch.
“So full of me. I think next time, I’ll get a different color.
Black on charcoal gray is hard to see,” Melinda gives my hindquarters the same greedy stare I give hers whenever that pretty little puss is full of my cock.
“Maybe something pink. Or red. I want to see you spread around me, stretching around me.” Her slippery hand strokes my semi-stiff cock.
Gargoyles, being only awake and able to breed for half the hours of many other species, tend to stay hard for several orgasms, although there’s a little loss and a rebound each time.
With her hand and my tail around my cock and her hips suddenly thrusting forward again, I groan at the tidal wave of sensation and start stiffening again.
“My good groom,” Melinda praises, hands on my abs, leaning her slight weight into my muscular bulk to find a faster rhythm. “Taking every inch of his bride. You are, you know. Look at you, opening up around me.”
I don’t think I say words, but I loll my head back, eyes closed, letting her lead.
Melinda’s confidence grows with my pleasure. “That’s good, right, baby?”
“So good,” I groan. “I never knew it could be so good.”
“You made me a toy. I’ll get you one. We can do gargoyle-style whenever you want, honey,” she promises. “I’m definitely loving it. Loving you looking so hot and so happy,” she praises as she pants, eyes soft on mine.
Loving me.
And reducing me to a whimpering, cum-covered mess.
Like I just did to her.
It feels so right, all of it, every part, as though the more doors we open up for one another, the more places we find to be together, fitting seamlessly.
“I love you more every second, every hour,” I burst out. “Because of how you do things for me, try things for me, even things you’d never have to do if we were both human.”
“Babe... You do that for me, too.” Melinda stills, leans forward, and kisses my bent knee, because it is what she can reach.
My hand comes up to take hers. We move together on my cock as she pumps into me, making me grunt softly on the inward thrusts that touch a deep, hidden slick spot that’s rooted to the back of my cock and the pleasure centers in my brain.
My thighs jump, and my tail twitches. It moves to stroke her back, and then her legs, finally finding its way to lodge inside of her pussy.
It curves inside of her to cup the secret spots that make her breathing turn shallow, and her pulse race.
Her knees tremble, and she digs her hands into my hips, the way I’ve taken her so many times.
I can scarcely stand to look at her, so perfect and so fierce, sexy and wicked, and loving and tender, all in one. She pounds away, hair mussed and falling over her face now, sweat dripping down her forehead to caress the edges of her lip. “Beautiful,” I gasp out.
“Handsome. I want to make you come, Gen. Please, I want to give you... What you give me,” Melinda says with broken breaths, eyes shuddering shut. Her walls clamp on my tail, a vise of slick pink wetness. Her cock buries in me deep as she lets out the fractured wail that means she’s coming.
Watching her, feeling her, opening up on her... My roar rattles the round windows in the cabin, and my cock jerks wildly, sticky streams decorating Melinda’s bowed body, breasts and collarbone first.
“Oh. Oh, my God.” My hands grab her shoulders to steady her as she falls forward.
“Good?” Melinda asks, eyes desperately seeking mine.
“Amazing.”
“Gargoyle-style? I did it right?” she asks, slowly stroking my abdomen now, gently easing out. Her eyes flicker with lust at how she’s marked me, at how she’s made me lose control.
“It was Melinda-style. You-and-me-style,” I say with a serious smile, pulling Melinda to me, even though we’re a mess. “It was perfect.”
“Good,” Melinda says in relief.
For a moment, we just rest, holding each other tight, trying to get our hearts to slow their frantic pace, trying to learn to breathe again.
“Genesis?”
“Mmhm?” I kiss Melinda’s forehead.
“My hour isn’t over yet,” she says in a playful whisper. “Can you walk?”
“I can limp,” I chuckle.
“In that case, can you carry us to the shower? Cleaning up might be a good way to fill the time. Especially the way I plan on doing it.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I slowly pull us to our feet, and we stumble together to the bathroom. I pick Melinda up on the way. “I’m glad you’re mine until the end of eternity, not just until the end of the hour.”