Page 12 of Gaming with the Gargoyle in Hallow's Cove

“We’ll need to stretch you if you want to take my cock. Do you want to take my cock, little thief?”

“Yes,” I gasp out. Because I really do.

His lips brush the side of my neck as he speaks, growling dirty words straight into me. “Then, you’ll have to be good and take some more of me.” He grinds that massive cock down onto my clit as he stretches more tail into me.

The coiled section is so thick inside me and I can’t decide what has me more full, that or the thickness that’s stretching me open. It’s beginning to get a little uncomfortable but the feeling of fullness is like nothing I’ve ever experienced and it’s just so damn good. Forget my G-spot, because his tail is stimulating every spot inside, pressing on every wall, making room for his surely massive cock.

I want to take him, I want him to fill me up.

“One more, Gwen.”

Bucking my hips, I grind into him, smearing his shorts with my slick and moaning. “Please!” I scream, and I don’t know if I’m begging to come or for him to fill me up. His tail twists inside me again and I am detonating, squeezing down on it so tight that he even grunts.

“Fuck Gwen, are you going to squeeze my cock like that?” he gasps.

I nod, because I am not sure I can form coherent words. I must have broken something in him, because suddenly his tail is slithering out of me and his jeans are on the floor. Gabe is all warm, slick skin and I can’t get enough of him.

Fat and long, his massive cock bobs between us, and my eyes threaten to bug out of my head. If he’d told me he was about to shove a baseball bat inside me, I’d have told him to go take a hike. Now, I can see why he needed to prep me, and I’m desperate for it.

“Do you want this, Gwen?” he asks, looking suddenly vulnerable.

“I want this.”

“You want me to breed you?”

“Fuck yes,” I keen, writhing on the bed, because apparently three orgasms aren’t enough for new, wanton Gwen. I’m hungry to be filled, to feel the stretch and the triumph of being impaled on Gabe’s massive cock.

He licks his lips and grimaces, taking hold of his cock as if it’s painful. He leans on one hand and positions his massive cockhead and my entrance.

“Gabe…” I place a hand on his chest and look into his eyes. “Do you want this?”

And then, he’s pressing into me, his actions speaking volumes. Even after his tail, he feels massive. My lips are stretched around his cock like they are screaming but even the little pang of pain is glorious because he’s fitting. Little by little, he pushes inside, and I recognize the look on his face as one of the pain of restraint. He’s holding back, trying not to hurt me, and I have never felt more cherished in all my life.

“Fuck, Gwen—” he whines, sweat beading on his brow. “I’m sorry I’m—”

“Give it to me, Gabe.” I grab onto his horns. “Fill me up with your cum.”

Gabe roars above me, his muscles contracting and I feel the hot torrent of his cum as it pumps into me. He collapses down onto one elbow, the other hand reaching between us to find my clit.

“Gotta—gotta milk it out of me.” He circles it, and I’m following him into an orgasm. He pumps into me, his mouth wide in a silent scream as my pussy clenches down on his thickness, and then he’s erupting again. It goes on and on, until we’re both limp and panting. Gabe rolls off of me to the side, and then startles.

“Holy shit!” he gasps, watching the deluge of cum from between my legs. I giggle at his reaction, obviously he’s never gone without a condom before.

“What did you think was going to happen?” I gasp between laughs.

“I don’t know! Maybe that you like, kept it in there or something? Absorbed it?”

“Like fucking lotion?” I’m rolling now and I can feel it squirting out of me with each of my laughs. I can’t stop because he’s running to the bathroom with his arms up like he’s in some cartoon. He comes back with a washcloth and shoves it between my legs like he’s trying to plug me up.

“Should I get you a tampon?”

“A what?” I shriek. Tears stream down my face from laughing, “That kinda defeats the purpose, don’t you think?”

“You’re right, you’re right. What do we do, then?”

“We change the sheets?”

“It’s gonna all run out!” His eyes roam the bed and he’s obviously worried about how much has leaked out of me. He keeps one hand on the washcloth plugging me up and moves the other to lift my ass until it’s in the air and I’m mostly on my head and shoulders on the bed.