Page 24 of Gaming with the Gargoyle in Hallow's Cove
I smile and turn Gwen to face me, leaning closer. "No,” I rumble. “You have blessed me this night, granted me the opportunity to bask in your presence and respond to your words.”
Gwen breaks character and giggles. “Are you really going to go with the lore that he wasn’taliveuntil she brought him to life?”
I puff out my chest in full indignation, “You don’t get to decide what my lore is.”
“OK, OK,” she breathes in and pulls it together. “Have you wanted to come to life?” She raises an eyebrow and challenges me, and I know she’s pointing out the fact that it is difficult to want to come to life if you are not already alive.
“I have. Long have I watched you as you wander the gardens. Wishing that I could touch your sweet skin.”
“Sister Mary-Gwyneth blushes again, touching her cheeks.” Gwen mimics the action and runs off toward the forest. "Sister Mary-Gwyneth runs off into the forest and calls over her shoulder: ‘I guess you’ll have to catch me then!’”
I growl deep in my throat, because this is going better than I anticipated. “You can run little morsel, but I will always catch you.” I follow her into the forest, walking slowly to give her time to run. I can hear her movements and giggles ahead of me.
“Oh no, I hope that scary gargoyle doesn’t catch me” she says between laughs. This is absolutely in the spirit of Midnight Mayhem and I couldn’t be more excited. I follow the addicting scent of her between the trees. Punctuated by the first buds of summer and warm, wet earth, I know it is one I will remember forever. Around us, the cries of our fellow townspeople spur me on. A primal part of me activates, I can’t let anyone else get to her before me, Gwen ismine.I speed my steps until I leap and hover over the ground, searching for my precious prey.
She’s broken through the trees now, running across the football field at the high school. We might have missed our opportunities back when we were kids, but I’d take this one to ravish her now. I swoop down, the wind whistling past me and she shrieks when I scoop her up.
She meets my eyes, and everything… freezes. As much as I long to savor her, to map the peaks and valleys of her body with my eyes and tongue, her eyes hold mine, transfixed. I am wholly in her possession, captivated by the desire and—could it be—love I see there?
"Well then," she says. "You've got me. Now, what do you mean to do with me?"
I launch us above the clouds and my hands squeeze her ass cheeks. Her nipples are tight in the chill air, and I love how they scrape against my bare chest when she squirms. I position myself between her legs, running the length of my cock through her slick folds and lock her legs behind me.
"What am I going to do with you?" I echo her question from before. "Everything I've dreamed about for years."
Surging forward, I press her mouth in a claiming kiss. She's winded from our run, panting from the exertion and desire, but I want her out of her mind with pleasure.
Each tiny, wanting sound she released tingles through my extremities. Sucking her bottom lip into my mouth, I run my tongue along its slick plumpness. Once I've given it its due attention, I pull back, savoring her whimper and how she chases me.
Tracing the length of her neck with my mouth, I don't give her long to feel bereft. I lavish sucking kisses down her throat until I arrive at her breathtaking breasts. Scrabbling at her top, Gwen frees them for me. I could linger over her breasts for hours, and I know I will, but today, we both need more. Her need hangs in the air, mingling with my own, a heady bouquet of desire that demands satisfaction.
This is everything I'd ever wanted. The sounds of her echoed around us, filling the sky with her pleasure. I could have never dreamed how perfect she sounds. The moans and whimpers she makes are nothing like I'd heard for food and I love knowing that they are my own favorite secret. Between us, my cock rubs her clit, dripping my slick, lubricating pre-cum onto my own thighs.
In a rush of whimpers, she grinds down on my cock, and I nearly shoot off remembering what it will feel like when I’m inside her again. I move her up and down, grinding and focusing on not coming. Right before I feel like I cannot take anymore without exploding, she seizes and cries out, going limp in my arms. It’s still strange and surprising to me, learning this side of someone I know so well. She is just as I'd hoped, eager and responsive, and so, so much more.
Once she seems recovered, I move her again, eager to wring those glorious sounds from her once more. Her fingers tighten on my horns and she tries to hold still.
"I need your cock," she whispers, cheeks coloring as if surprised at herself.
"I've never heard sweeter words," I allow her to draw me in for a kiss. "I'm going to fill you so full…"
Gwen giggles, raising a hand to her face. "You promise?"
"Yes, as many times as is needed." I brush a few hairs from her sticky brow, lingering and toying with them.
"Ha! Fine, yes, it's a deal!" she says, laughing. I'll see her like this in my dreams, forever, I know. Glowing and happy, and looking up at me as if I'd hung the moon.
Drawing in a fortifying breath and saying a silent prayer that I'll be able to control myself, I shift her skirt out of the way and groan when I realize she’s not wearing underwear. I maneuver my cock to her entrance and biting my lips, I feel the hot slickness of her against my sensitive head.
With a luxuriant squeeze, I can scarcely breathe as I slip inside her. I sink into her, the warm grip of her cunt enveloping him easily. They were, after all, made for one another. I know it now, as she grips me so exquisitely, all signs pointed to us being perfectly aligned. Fully seated, I groaned.
I'd never felt so complete, so delighted, as I did then, with my beautiful mate stuffed full of me, her mouth hanging open as if in awe. Gwen is a vision, her form outlined against the full moon, the clouds framing her as if they are painted for this very moment. Planting her arms on my chest, she smiles wickedly and rolls her hips, grinding her clit into me. Gwen twines her hands around my horns and throws her head back. Then, while she is poised like a divine being, I angle to send us into a dip.
Wind whips around us and she squeals. Inside the clouds, condensation coalesces into rain. Her eyes squeeze shut and she holds her hands out to catch the cold drops. Each one is a brief sting of sensation against my skin and they temper the heat raging inside. Beaming down at me, arms outstretched as if reaching to contain the whole world, Gwengiggles.
Unable to contain myself, my hands fly to her hips, directing her and encouraging her. A giggle should not be so erotic, but I've never seen her filled with such joy and I chase her orgasm with vigor. In moments she is gasping, collapsing against me.
The shift grinds her pubic bone down into me and I gasp. With frantic movements, I feel her tense, and I hope I'll be able to last. The feel of her, the sounds, the scents, the pressure, the pleasure, it all combines in one massive overwhelming jumble that drags me toward the precipice of my orgasm. As she nears hers, she presses harder, drawing a whimper from me. I don't have it in me to be embarrassed at the sound as I was too consumed with her.