Page 1 of Stolen Hours

Hours

Starring Genesis and Melinda fromStone Cold Groom

“I’m right here.”

Genesis runs his hand along the bed, so I can feel him, even though I can’t see him. A white sleep mask with teal embroidery proclaiming “Bride” covers my eyes. Soft silk bathrobe cords loosely tie my spread legs to my forearms. I could easily get out, but I do not want to. Not. At. All.

“I can really do whatever I like to you for the next hour?”

“Uh-huh.” I’m so excited, I can barely speak. My other lovers would never have been this adventurous with me, and I realize I would not have allowed it. I trust Genesis with all my heart, body, and soul.

“If you don’t like something or want me to help you get free, you just ask.”

“I will.”

“But I can tell that you don’t want to be freed just yet,” he chuckles, and the low, rumbling sound makes my pussy drip.

I’m already so wet from anticipation that I know I’m glistening, and I can feel a mix of last night's cum and my own fresh juice coating my inner thighs and slipping down the crack of my bottom.

“My sweet, delicious bride. My wife.”

I moan.

“My beautiful plaything.”

That makes me whimper. God, I want him to play with me. He’s so loving, such a gentle person.

He’s also a gargoyle, a monster known for strength and size. Tonight, I want him to release the beast, plundering me while I’m helpless.

The ship’s horn blasts. The hour is beginning. When we hear it again, it’ll be time to switch, and Genesis will be mine to play with.

“Such a good mate, giving yourself to me.”

His fingers part my labia. Sharp talons lightly scrape and pinch my fleshy outer lips as he kneels.

He’s been alone a long time, and he’s crafty and clever, capable of being cold to others, but never to me. Tonight, he waits in silence to make me squirm, and I love him for it.

I feel his breath on my parted pussy as he stares at me. I’m unable to see what he’s doing or about to do, but I’m soaking the sheets and blushing as I feel his eyes raking over me.

“Sweet little wife.” His breath puffs on my skin, and his wide, long tongue descends, licking me where I’m open and drenched.

I can’t move like I want, but I can buck my hips, and I do, eager for him to suck on my folds, to tongue fuck me, to rub my clit. I need him.

“Impatient.” He gently bites my inner thigh, and I jump at the sharp pinch of his teeth.

I feel his tail enter me, making me gasp, but it doesn’t thrust as it normally does when he fucks me with his tail. It scoops the wetness forward and down.

He’s getting my asshole even more slippery.

My stomach tightens.

His tail normally fucks my ass when we make love, and it feels so amazing to have him filling both holes. In Genesis’ words, that’s gargoyle style. Husbands and wives mate, and during the act, both of them use their tails to penetrate each other. Anal is not taboo for them, and between my wonderful mate and me, it’s fine as well.

“Melinda?” His voice is hesitant as he begins massaging my anus.

“Yes?” My voice is a gasp. I realize I’m holding my breath from excitement and anticipation.

I feel the tip of his cock replace his talon, the broad, rounded tip that looks like a plum in both color and shape. I can’t see it right now, but my mouth waters at the memory of it. It’s a virile piece of art, always ready to please me.