Page 20 of Stolen by the Gargoyle (Gargoyles of the Underworld #1)

Nazzar’s hands gripped my hips and lifted me with ease, placing my body just above his erect, hard cock. I braced my hands against his shoulders, digging my nails into the hardness and biting the inside of my cheeks.

“Wife?” Nazzar’s nose bumped mine, eyes searching. “Are you well?”

I could feel my heartbeat kicking up to my throat, pounding an insane rhythm of nerves that I suddenly felt.

I let out a breath. “You’re… you’re really big.”

Nazzar blinked and then looked down at his cock, then to my pussy, hovering just above his tip. He seemed to be doing mental calculations, gauging my size then his own.

He looked back up at me. “Do you wish to–”

“Ssh.” I pressed a finger to his lips, quieting him.

I didn’t want to hear him finish his sentence.

The nerves were there, but there was also a bit of anticipation.

I had waited so long for this, for him, and now that I had him, I wasn’t going to let him go.

No matter how intimidating the situation was.

“You’ll fit,” I whispered, lowering my body against him.

My spread pussy lips grazed the tip of his cock, slicking it up against the purple-black head.

We let out a simultaneous sound of pleasure as I sat on his cock.

He was fat, thick, and long, but I let gravity take control, pulling me down slowly over him.

My thighs burned where I had them wrapped around his waist, holding myself over him.

My body trembled as I slid further down, though Nazzar kept incredibly still.

His cock split me open, pushing deeper until I felt like he couldn’t possibly fit even further.

He was too big, it was too much. He reached something inside me, pushing past that.

There was a bite of pain, but we were so slick with juices and sweat that he kept going in.

I looked down at where our bodies were joined, gasping at the bulge in my stomach where he seemed to be nestled at. So big, he was reaching up to my heart, my soul. My eyes pricked with tears and they slipped out unbidden, and Nazzar leaned forward to catch them with his tongue.

“Am I harming you?” he whispered, worry lacing his tone.

I sniffled, wrapping myself tighter around him. “No,” I said. “I’m just… happy.”

His black lips pulled into a smile, a rare and precious thing he was gifting me with.

We stayed like that for what felt like several minutes.

He was letting my body adjust to his size, and I felt choked with every bit of him, like he’d reached up to my throat and stayed there.

Breathing was a difficult task, but the way he pulsed inside me was a sinful pleasure I was far too happy to have.

We pulsed against one another, every intimate part of us beating against the other in slow, fluttering movements.

But I wanted more.

Then, as though following my silent command, Nazzar began to move. His hips thrust up, a slow experimental movement, pinching me tighter. I gasped, dropping my forehead to his shoulder, biting down on the groove that met his thickly corded neck.

Nazzar bellowed a cry, hips jerking into mine, stuttering and clumsy. He chased his pleasure, grasping tightly to my hips and bouncing me up and down his cock. Every slide over him caused me to split open more… more… more .

It was agonizing bliss, the slow rapture of him conquering my body, my soul, my being.

Soon, we became a mess of movement. Of thrusts and groans and bites.

My fingers grasped at the tops of his wings, skimming over the membranous muscle.

It was like I lit something on fire within him with a single touch.

Nazzar moved, thrusting faster and faster. His tail slid between our joined bodies, slick with sweat, to play with the nub of my clit. He slapped it with the flat side, over and over again as he pumped into me deep.

My orgasm crested, shooting through me like a bullet.

He rode the desire with me, pushing the yearning deeper in.

And when it stopped, another soon followed.

I couldn’t help but to scratch at his scalp, tugging at the smooth strands of hair.

Sweat coated my brow, and my cries rang out louder and louder.

They abruptly stopped when Nazzar’s tail wrapped around my throat, putting the lightest bit of pressure against my windpipe.

My eyes shot open in surprise, and another orgasm followed. It was too many, too much, but Nazzar coaxed me through each and every one, his claws gentle against my hips, so in contrast with the hard fucking of his hips, snapping towards mine.

He was a beast unleashed, and I was along for the ride. His movements became more frantic, faster and faster, stuttering against me like he couldn’t hold it any longer…

He howled a feral sound, and I felt his warmth spurt inside me in an endless torrent.

He growled, falling over me, his heavy weight pressing me into the mattress as he came and came and came.

It was eternal, and yet he was still hard when he finished, pulsing and throbbing inside me, the last spurts of his cum filling me to the brim.

When I looked down, I cried out at the sight of my chest glowing beneath the skin in a dark purple light that matched Nazzar’s.

“What–”

“We are one now, wife.” He lifted up, pulling out of me.

I watched as purple strings of cum slid out of me and stained the bed beneath us.

His cum glowed like the fire beneath his chest…

and now I did too. “My magic is yours.” He lifted my hands, pressing my palms against his chest where I felt the beat of his heart.

“Somos eternos,” he said, the perfect Spanish rolling from his tongue.

We are eternal.

My eyes filled with tears and my hands caught on fire, though it didn’t burn. It was warm, but it didn’t harm me. It danced along my fingers, over his skin, like it was magic bouncing back and forth between our bodies.

“Did your cum give me magical powers?”

Nazzar smirked. “Perhaps.” He bent and kissed the tip of my nose. “Or perhaps we should mate once more and see if you glow again.”

More of his cum gushed out from between my legs.

“I like the sound of that.”

His eyes seemed to blaze. “Then lie back and let me ravish you, mi amor, mi alma.” He bent and licked a path between my breasts. “Mi esposa.”