Page 16 of Sins of the Stone

Ursulette

O nce they disconnected, she returned to reality for a moment, and her face fell. Sensing her hesitation, Ramuz spoke.

“I hope you are not self-conscious again,” he said. She shrugged, unsure how to feel. She was willing, but nervous.

“You do not need to be self-conscious with me, my treasure. You know that,” he said while weaving his fingers through her damp hair, brushing it out delicately. “Tell me why you are apprehensive.” Ursulette shuddered at his touch while she relived the pleasant memory. She took a deep breath, preparing herself to spill her thoughts.

“I am nervous,” she admitted. “I am a human. You are—” she paused, pondering how to say this without offending him. He was understanding, yet she couldn’t bring herself to speak.

“A gargoyle,” he said, his voice still soothing as ever.

“Yes, a gargoyle,” she said. “We are different. What will other people think?” Ramuz sent a jet of air out of his nose as if amused.

“There are no others around here. It is not a crime for us to enjoy ourselves,” he mused, finishing up detangling her hair, leaning in, his lips brushing against her ear. If only he knew how wickedly wrong that statement was. Though, it was not a sin to have fun with each other—as long as not a soul would know.

“Besides, if anyone has any problems, they will have to deal with me,” he said. He was right. There were no others here, no one to tease and ridicule for her degeneracy.

The only thing separating them was the shape of their bodies, not their intelligence or ability to understand. If he were a human, no one would’ve minded. Ramuz wrapped his arm around her.

“Let us finish what we have started, Ursulette,” he breathed, laying her down atop the outstretched towel. She couldn’t help but comply, unafraid and willing. He crawled between her legs, his eyes drawn to the space between them. Ursulette took a breath to calm her racing heart, surprised at herself that she would want this to happen. Perhaps this was why she didn’t mesh with the rest of society, because the universe meant her for another—someone of a different kind.

Ramuz returned his hand to her craving body, caressing the space between her legs, focusing extra attention on her sensitive nub. The chill in the air was no match for the heat she felt from his touch. She shuddered, feeling her anxiety washing away with every stroke.

She would no longer worry about being strange because this creature was just like her. Ramuz made a curious hum as she was deep in the thralls of his teasing touch, catching her attention. He slid his fingers down, caressing her second, puckered entrance.

“What is this?” he questioned with a mischievous tone. She could tell he knew exactly what he was doing. He was playing coy and probably always had been. A slight panic struck Ursulette, and she sat up, tapping his hand firmly.

“ That’s off limits,” she said sternly. Ramuz gave her a grin, placing his hand on her chest, convincing her to lie back down.

“Maybe another time,” he said, returning his hand to her bud, using his tips to circle once more, each motion making furthering the tingle in her body. “Though, I wonder if it gives you as much pleasure as this one.” Ramuz removed his hand for only a second, placing his thumb back to her apex, two more fingers parting her flower, entering her center.

Another moan slipped from her lips, fully succumbing to his will as her body buzzed. His two digits were larger than the average human member, making her nervous for another. He twisted his thumb in a rhythmic pattern, his other two digits stroking her.

She bit down on her tongue, suppressing another cry as he coaxed her into a climax. Lightning shot through her body, enveloping her entire being, making her back arch. A warm liquid dripped down her core, the corners of her eyes dotted with tears as he continued his movements. Despite it being primal, there was something so beautiful about his affections. This was an expression of his feelings towards her, and it was unlike anything she had felt before.

I wonder how he learned to do such a thing, she thought.

Ramuz continued his rhythm, this time pressing harder, her body drawing closer to another impact.

“H-how did you learn how to do this?” she moaned, her face growing red. Ramuz gave her another devilish grin, pulling his hand away from her body, kneeling in front of her and prying her legs open with an assertiveness that made her blush. Before he placed his mouth on her, he spoke,

“If I told you, you would not think so fondly of me,” he said, hoisting her legs above her head and burying his face between them. His tongue was firm but soft, prodding her engorged bud. As he speared and suckled, she was struck with zaps of pleasure settling between her hips.

She was once more lost in the thralls of the moment, but the question still lingered. She tried to choke out a response between cries but could barely manage, each word being cut off by the thrusting of his warm organ. Taking a sharp breath, she willed herself out of the hypnosis and spoke.

“Tell me, Ramuz,” she begged. He pulled his face away from her and sighed. The chill left behind made her mourn the feeling of his mouth.

“Watching humans, watching you,” he admitted with a slight look of shame. “When you pleasured yourself.” Her face burned, but she felt little disgrace. “We are both lonely creatures, Ursulette. I understood that when I saw you get hurt by those people.” He placed his hand back on her body while he talked. Somehow, she wasn’t insulted, scared, or violated. Something about his confession roused a sadness in her.

“I must admit, I spied many times on many of your species, but you were my favorite. You have taught me well,” he said, lowering his face back to body. “Please, do not hate me, my treasure.” Her heart ached at the thought of his shame crushing him.

“I do not hate you, Ramuz,” she said, a newfound passion filling her with his sordid confession. “I do not hate you at all.” Ramuz gave her another grin, peeking out from between her legs.

“Good,” he said. “Now let me drink more of your sweet nectar, Ursulette.” His voice lulled her into another state of bliss, his tongue working with haste both inside and out to persuade her body into yet another storm. She groaned, missing the sensation of him. Ramuz stood and their eyes met, and her gaze fell down his chiseled body, all the way to between his legs. She gasped at what was revealed.

A seam opened between his legs, a hard mass emerging from it. He was solid, the top ridged with two parallel lines of rounded stones. The tip was bulbous and heart-shaped, much too wide for it to fit into her hole. His entirety was frightening, making her draw her legs back against her chest. Her eyes were wide, and for the first time in a long time, felt felt a twinge of fear. Ramuz frowned.

“Are you frightened of me?” he asked, a slight hint of sorrow in his voice. Speechless, she shook her head vigorously, her eyes fixed on the weapon between his legs. Ramuz followed her gaze and gave another devilish grin. “You are frightened of my cock.” Ursulette’s bottom lip trembled. Ramuz’s eyes were shining with a glint of deviancy, pulling her legs taut with little effort.

He climbed atop her, his claws sheathed, caressing her face with his damp hand. She could smell herself on his face, almost drawing her out of her terrified state—almost. The sensation of his member against her was a stark reminder that he intended to bury it inside her, and she knew her body would resist.

“Know this, Ursulette. There will never be a moment with me when you suffer shame,” he vowed. “I adore you. All of you. Even the things you hate.” His hand settled on her stomach. The tears forming in her eyes evaporated at his words. However, a nagging feeling scratched at her brain, ruining what should’ve been a precious moment .

“I know, but… y-you won’t fit,” she stuttered. Ramuz brushed her hair back with his hand, his claws grazing her skin.

“Not yet, but I will train your body to take me.” He paused, watching her eyes, face, and lips quivering. “If you will let me.” Ursulette swallowed hard, thinking about his request, unsure what it would entail. All she knew was that she adored how this creature acted towards her. If this was what it took to declare herself to him, she would do so. She opened her mouth to speak but, to her shock, was silenced.

“But there is one condition,” he said. Her heart sank.

Here it comes, she thought.

“There will be no more of this self-consciousness.”

“I’ll try,” she breathed.

“That is all I ask, my treasure.” Then he leaned in and kissed her. Somehow, his lips were not as cold as she predicted, his body not giving her the chill she expected from a cold-blooded creature. Or perhaps he was never cold-blooded at all. Maybe her heat was fueling him, though she wasn’t sure. One hand slid its way down her plump body, grazing the sopping space between her legs, the other falling upon her breast, pinching the apex to distract her from his training below.

He began by inserting two fingers with ease. Once more, he massaged her, spreading her apart slightly, making sure her succulent liquid coated every inch. His digits already filled her up, and a slight anxiety itched at her, knowing another would bring discomfort.

And yet, she craved. She wanted to feel the love he would inflict, the fullness, the pressure. Once he was sure she was prepared, he slid another into her, making her face twist as he continued to stroke. She didn’t notice her teeth pressing together until Ramuz spoke.

“Stop resisting, Ursulette. Your body is tense.” His voice held a hint of command. That tone made her melt. With an exhale, her muscles liquefied, her expression of distress fading. “Good,” he purred, his other hand moving to her head, stroking her hair, bringing her a strange sense of calm. “You’re doing so well, my treasure.” He continued his movements, her cavity relaxing with each comforting caress of her hair .

“I am going to do another. Do not clench,” he said, his voice now solidly demanding, making her insides swirl. She nodded, taking a preparatory breath, knowing discomfort was coming once she exhaled. His fingers were more than twice the size of a human male’s and almost triple hers. It was a fullness she had never felt before. He leaned in, gave her a kiss, and proceeded.

He placed his final finger at her entrance, maneuvering the tip inside, making her fists ball. Her face contorted again. Sweat was dampening her forehead, making her forget about the brisk temperature. Her body was burning with passion as he pressed onward, fully burying his digits inside her pulsating hole.

He thrust inside her gently, each movement bringing more moisture, more nectar, more pleasure. Even though it was the most overwhelming feeling she had ever experienced, somehow, it felt incredible. She craved when he would replace his hand with the weapon between his legs. She knew her body was ready, and so did he, removing his hand from her.

It would still be a tight fit, but she was a slave to her needs. Ramuz slid himself between her legs and gave her a leer. He teased her mouth open, sliding two of his filthy fingers into it. Her eyes rolled back, tasting her bitter sin on him.

“Taste your pleasure,” he said in a low voice. “Then beg for me, my treasure.” He slid his fingers out of her mouth, his hard mass still tempting her, laying at rest against her soft body. Ursulette’s eyes widened at his command, another warm, stormy feeling taking over at his request. Taking a breath, she latched her hands onto his head, his grayed hair falling and tickling her cheeks, and pulled him close.

“Please,” she begged, placing her lips to his ear, grazing his pointed ridge. “Take me.” She could feel a throb go through him causing a bolt of lightning to brew in her stomach once more. His lips pressed to her cheek, speaking against her skin.

“More, my sweet,” he said. “I want to adore you like you deserve.” His gentle touch and alluring tone made her melt, the suggestion of being ravaged sending her into a frenzy. She threaded her hands through his hair, her nails digging into his scalp. He hissed at the sensation, the throbbing increasing with the seductive pain she inflicted.

“Ravage me, please,” she cried. She wanted him to swallow her up, spit her out, and do it again. She desired to be consumed, shaped, and molded into his perfect image of sin.

Another pulse, and he raised himself away from her body, prying her legs apart. He wrapped his hand around himself, pressing the head to her entrance. She shuddered, wishing he would give her the satisfaction she craved. Every movement felt painful without him against her.

“This is what you want?” His voice was strong, domineering, giving her a chill. “You want me to fill you, little human?”

Her craving almost made tears stream from her eyes. “Please, don’t make me wait any longer. I need it.” Ramuz smirked, then used his hands to pull open her thighs. With a breath, he pressed the pointed tip into her, a cry slipping from her lips.

She was frightened of his girth, but her ecstasy overrode her fear, sending her into a spiral of irrationality. She gritted her teeth as he struggled to enter. His expression grew slightly concerned, but before he could protest, she seized his head, pulling him close.

“Don’t stop,” she snarled, her teeth grit, emphasizing her need. “I need you.” His face grew shocked for a moment, then faded into mischief.

“Yes, my treasure,” he said, pressing into her harder. She clawed at the towel, but still, her body resisted, so he pulled himself away for a moment. Her face softened with sorrow as they parted.

Ramuz connected with her again, this time, her body more accepting, and he was able to slide his full tip inside, her face brimming with shock as an audible pop struck both their ears. He didn’t press further, not until her body grew accustomed to his bulbous tip. Still getting used to the sensation, she heard him let out a hiss.

“Keep going,” she said. He appeared unconfident she could, but he followed her command as the pair tossed demands at each other. He nodded and, with a grunt, pushed further. Her face twisted with a macabre mix of agony and pleasure, her nails digging into her palms as each layer of ridges slid inside, caressing her insides in all the right places .

Warm tears fell down her face from the overwhelming sensation, yet she did not protest. He pressed on, filling her more, until he hit her end, a cry emerging from her lips once he did.

“Are you alright, Ursulette?” he murmured, caressing her glowing cheek. Her eyes looked almost glossy, her chest heaving. Catching her breath, she nodded, her soft body quivering with her sighs.

“Yes,” she said. “Please, keep going.” He gave her a quick nod and began moving slowly. Each thrust was delicate and gentle. Her face of angst turned to one of pleasure, adjusted to his girth, stretching to perfection.

Unable to control himself, Ramuz grabbed her trembling wrists, forcing them to the shore below, her eyes shooting open with shock as he increased his strokes. Yet she did not protest as her face was bright with ecstasy. Her breasts bounced, her stomach trembling, her legs quivering as he filled her with his authoritative affection. Each sensation brought a tightness in her chest, and her face was lost in a daze with each movement.

“You are mine now, little human,” he growled, leaning into her reeling face. Her expression changed, unsure about what that meant for the future. He appeared to know she was thinking about being self-conscious again, just as he forbade her to. She opened her mouth to speak.

“I—”

“Dare you think otherwise?” he taunted, gripping her wrists harder, increasing his movements. She cried out, her words cut off by his ferocity. “You are mine, and if I have to prove it to you again—” He thrust into her. “And again—” Another aggressive thrust. “And again—” Once more, causing her to cry out with each emphasized word. “I will do so for the rest of my days.” Her body was almost limp from his force, and yet she still squeezed around him as her fluids splattered along her legs and down his body.

“Yes,” she said in a low tone, her voice shaded like her eyes. He continued, grabbing her hips, forcing her body down onto him, using her tight hole to milk his seed out to fulfill her craving.

The sensation increased, her cries turning into little screams, her voice going slightly hoarse as the feeling grew until a shock went through her whole body and even her soul. Grabbing her sides, he pushed himself deep into her, making sure not a drop was lost.

She was gasping, her eyes shut, her chest rising and falling with the rhythm of her heavy breath. Her body pulsed around him, accepting his gift.

They remained entwined together, her form slowly softening from her formerly tensed muscles. Ramuz took a deep breath as she felt the throbbing in his member dissipating. He leaned over her, running his hand through her tousled hair, her eyes slowly opening.

“Did you get enough, little human?” he inquired, rubbing his thumb over her cheek. She struggled to catch her breath and nodded. Ramuz appeared content with her exhaustion. After a moment, and despite it breaking her heart, he separated himself from her, feeling a stream of milky fluid oozing from between her legs, making her groan.

Once he was done, he leaned over and grabbed the edge of the towel, cocooning her in it. She blinked slowly, like she was ready to slip into sleep, as he observed her once tensed muscles relax and the subtle rise and fall of her chest.

“Once you regain your composure and get dressed, we can go home if that is what you would like,” he said. Breathlessly, she nodded.

Leaning in, he planted his lips onto her forehead and pulled her close, ensuring the towel was tucked into her sides to assure her comfort. Little did he know it was not the towel keeping her warm but the memory of their passionate actions together.