Page 11 of Gaming with the Gargoyle in Hallow's Cove

I toy with the bottom hem, and decide that Gwen wearing only a T-shirt and underwear is definitely one of my favorite outfits I have ever seen her in. I close my eyes, centering myself, and send a silent prayer to the universe that someday I will get to see her walk around in a T-shirt and her underwear—preferably without a bra on—because gods she’s sexy. I lift the shirt, reacquainting myself with the softly rounded midriff that I haven’t seen since last summer when we went tubing for Brooks’s bachelor party.

Gwen has always been nicely rounded, though she lost a little bit of weight while she was with Preston, and I’ve always kind of assumed that he pressured her about it. Now that he’s been dead for several months, she’s already started filling out and looking more like herself. I'm grateful that basically everyone in town hated Preston, because no one has said a word about the fact that Gwen looks happier now, but I think a lot of people have noticed.

When I get the shirt hem over the mounds of her breasts, I drink in the sight of them, filling the cups of her bra. Her skin bulges a little at the seams, as if it’s slightly too small, and I rumble deep in my chest. Because while I don’t want her to be uncomfortable, the fact that her bra is slightly too small, tells me that she really is relaxing into her normal body shape.

“Gods, you have the best tits, Gwen,” I say.You have the best tits? Surely I can do better than that, but I don’t, because she sits up a little, which shifts how they sit in her cups and I’m mesmerized. She reaches behind her and unclips her bra, and I am shocked when there are no angels singing. She slides her arms out of the straps, and her luscious breasts fall out. Not a single muscle in my body is capable of moving as I stare down at her. She is so perfect and ripe. By this point, I had fully forgotten that I’m fucking her with the goal of putting a baby in her belly. Now that her boobs are staring me in the face, I can’t help but imagine milk leaking from their tips and running down the sides of her body, I love the way their shape is so different now as she’s laying down. Suddenly, I am capable of moving, because I need those gorgeous breasts in my hands and mouth yesterday. A little voice in the back of my head reminds me that I am supposed to be focusing on her pleasure, and I absolutely will do that… right after I play with her boobs for a minute.

First, I cup them each in a hand, testing their weight. She fits my big hands perfectly, just barely overflowing, which is honestly a feat, because my hands are pretty fucking big. Her breath catches, and thank the goddess, she seems to be enjoying even this. Shifting my hand, I capture one of her nipples between my claws. It’s interesting, because in porn women’s nipples always kind of stick out, but Gwen’s seem more flat and rounded. Gwen squirms underneath me, pressing her breasts up into my hands, and I decide to bend the rules a tiny little bit. Yes, she seems to be enjoying me playing with her nipples, but I decide that I would really rather be using my mouth in addition to my hand, so instead of just doing the thing that she enjoys, like I should be, I lean my head down to run my tongue along the side of one perfect globe. Up close, Gwen’s skin tastes like sunshine. Which I know sounds absolutely crazy, but that is the only thing I can think of to describe it. For me, the sun has always been something untouchable, the silent ruler of my life. To me, the sun is warmth on my stone while I sleep, it is the brightness that illuminates the movement of those around me. It is elusive and beautiful, something that is always for everyone else, and never for me.

The taste of Gwen’s skin is sunshine. It is a sip of something I never thought I’d taste.

Beneath me, she moans as I pull one wide nipple into my mouth and suck. She arches off the bed, pressing into me so that the rest of her flesh squishes against my face. Briefly, she blocks my airway, and I smile, because what a way to die that would be. With my teeth and tongue I tease her nipple, fascinated by how I can suck it to attention, somehow it feels special that I’ve been able to coax this shape from my mouth that she hadn’t had before.

I tug on her nipple, coaxing it with my lips and tongue to a point, smiling wickedly and moving to the second one. I roll her newly pert nipple, and every inch of my skin is sensitized to her. My tail snakes up her leg, wrapping around her calf, securing her to me.

Between her legs, her pussy is weeping, begging for my attention, because with every nip of my teeth she bucks her hips, trying to tell me what she needs. After a final nip, I raise my head and look at her.

“Do you need something angel?” I growl.

Fuck, what is happening? The words coming out of my mouth are unreal right now. This nerdy gargoyle in glasses and a worn out ringer tea is speaking absolute filth, but Gwen is eating it up. I roll my eyes across her body, almost a physical touch, until they stop between her legs. Raising my brows, I lift a finger and gently trace a claw over her pussy.

“Oh Gwennie, you’re so soaked your poor little panties are practically see-through. Do you need me?”

“Please!” she gasps, and it’s everything I’ve been waiting for. I dive between her legs, the smell of her arousal calling to me like a homing device. These sweet little undies are drenched with her and I pull them into my mouth, growling at how good they taste. Gwen’s taste, her scent, it’s dragging me down until I barely know up from down, reminding me of a time I flew too high. Deep within the clouds, I lost sight of everything, completely encased in white. Gwen is my cloud now, surrounding me, and filling me from within. I lap my tongue up into the fabric, rubbing it so that it drags along her clit. It’s a shy little thing, not like something that I’ve seen in porn, but honestly, I fucking love it. She squirms beneath me, and I know I’ve found a good rhythm. I stay, pulsing on that same tempo until she’s practically screaming underneath me. Grasping hands flail about her until she finds my horns, and oh fuck I will not come in my pants. I refuse.

Gwen grinds up into my face and I can’t take the fabric between us any longer. With a snarl, I rip it away from her with my teeth and finally feel her soft flesh. She’s so lush and ripe for me, and her taste is even better from the source. Her skin is hot and gives, just so, under my tongue, and I groan, because surely this is for her, but gods, it’s also for me. I try to keep my mind on her pleasure, try to pay attention to her movements and sounds, but it’s a constant battle against simply devouring her as I see fit.

As much as I want that, I need to remain on task. Because while Gwen may be playing this game for a baby, one thing has become exceedingly clear to me: I’m playing for keeps. She can end this at any moment with a word, but I know, deep in my soul, that I have to do everything in my power to keep her. Which means, this has to be the most amazing sex she’s ever had… with a guy who’s never had it.

Good luck to me.

Chapter five

Gwen

Gabecouldwinanaward for pussy-eating. If no one else will give him one, I’ll create one, because fuck he is good at it. Honestly, the best part is that I’m not even certain he’s doing it for me. The sounds he’s making between my legs are telling me that he is having one hell of a time and I’m so into it. I’ve never been able to come when being eaten out before, partially because I feel like I take too long. Now, I’ve already come once, and Gabe is licking and slurping me to a second. I’m hot and sensitive all over, and each place he touches me is a revelation. His thick tail is twined around my leg, grounding me, while his hands hold my ass up in the air so he can eat me like the best thing he’s ever tasted. Thank god for his horns because they give me somewhere to grab on to, and I wonder, by the way he groaned when I grabbed them, if they’re sensitive.

My body tightens and Gabe suckles me, humming and the vibration sends me over the edge. I’m hurtling through space now, pleasure thrumming through me with each gentle suck.

“Gabe!” I cry, bucking off the bed. I’m too sensitive now, and I try to squirm away from him. He makes a frankly adorable little whine as he lifts his head. “Weren’t you going to fuck me? You know that is not how babies get made…”

Hopefully that was remotely sexy because I’m still gasping after my orgasm.

“Oh Gwen, I’m going to fuck a baby into you, but do you honestly think this pretty little pussy is ready to take my monster cock?”

“I mean, I’m willing to give it a try…” I say, shaking my hips. I’ve never felt hotter, and I’m honestly shocked at how wanton I feel. Gabe’s unlocked something in me and I don’t know if I’ll ever be the same again. Which, admittedly, sounds sort of crazy, but I don’t care.

“You will,” he says, crawling up my body until we are face to face. He grinds said monster cock down onto my pussy and he wasn’t kidding. That thing is massive. I can’t even see it, but it feels bigger than anything I’ve ever taken for sure. “But you’re not ready, yet, little thief.”

His tail unwinds itself from my leg and snakes up my body. It’s pretty dextrous, he uses it as a third hand a lot of the time, but he can obviously use it in other ways, I now see. The thick tip of it prods against my opening, similar in size to what I’d consider an “average” dick. He slicks it through my cream so that he’s fully coated and slips inside.

“Good girl,” he croons, nibbling on my ear. “You’re taking my tail so well, angel.”

It’s so smooth and warm that it slides in and out with ease, and I feel myself flush with pleasure.

“So good, but you’ll need to take so much more if you want me to fill you up.”

Inside me, his tail… twists like a corkscrew upon itself, coiling up inside me so that I can take more length of his tail. It gets thicker as it gets closer to his body, and I can see his plan here.