Page 2 of Stolen Hours

“Would you like me to take you in both holes tonight?” he asks, his hand soothing me as he speaks. It runs over my chest, stopping to cup my breast, then lies on my stomach.

It’s a reminder of how much bigger and stronger he is.

“I d-don’t think it’ll go in that easily right now,” I whisper.

“Oh, I know.” The hand moves to stroke my curls, gently worrying my clit. “May I get you ready so we can attempt it? If you’d rather not, I have other plans.”

Damn it. I’m curious now... But I’m also curious about how it would feel to take something the size of his cock in my ass, how full and stretched I’d be.

“You pick.” Part of this game is relinquishing control and knowing you’re safe. I’m so safe and relaxed. My thighs are quivering, but with anticipation, not fear.

“You feel so tight around my tail.” The tip of his tail swirls around my pucker, and I arch forward. Genesis stubbornly refuses to push inside. “I’ve read that human females, while able to stretch to some degree in this area,” his talon slips inside my pussy and surprises me with a series of hard, quick thrusts that leave me gasping, “are able to take even more in this area.”

I wail as three or four inches of Genesis’ tail slide home, filling my ass and making me squirm. It’s slender and flexible, and I’m used to it as part of making love, but I wasn’t expecting it at that second.

“More?” he asks.

“God, please, yes. Please fuck me, honey. I’m not good at waiting,” I beg.

“Of course I will, love.”

But he doesn’t do what I expect. I groan as his tail stays in me, but his cock stubbornly stays out of my pussy. Instead, his mouth returns.

I can’t complain. Greedy sucks on my clit lull me into a wave of pleasure that spikes in surprise when something stiff and hard enters my pussy. It feels like stone or glass, and I can tell it’s in a condom,but it’s much smaller than Genesis’ cock. For a human male, it’d be a thick, juicy length. For a gargoyle... Well, he’d probably keep his towel on in the locker room.

“I made you a honeymoon present,” he whispers.

I love it, and I’m instantly aware of what it is. It’s a carved dildo, made from his incredibly smooth, silky shed stone skin. “But... your tail is longer and thicker.” It is. It’s several feet long, incredibly flexible, and while it’s thin at the tip, it’s progressively wider until it’s the width of my palm at the base.

“I know. I also read that toys are a husband’s ally, not his enemy. Together, my tail and my present will see if we can fill you better than ever before.”

Something warm and wet slides over me. Genesis is rubbing a generous amount of liquid lubricant in between my cheeks and chuckling when his talons penetrate me without any effort. I moan and flex my legs.

I want him in my pussy, not just my ass, but I worry it would be cheating to say so. I told him he can do whatever he likes.

“Tell me if it’s comfortable.”

I don’t have time to tense, and like I said, gargoyle-style sex has taught me how much I love back door play. Still, the solid, unyielding thickness entering me leaves me gasping, and little cramps make my walls flutter. I hiss as I feel the flared base of his carved dildo come to rest against me, filling my ass with more girth than it’s used to.

Twinges of discomfort melt when Genesis begins licking my clit and folds as he works it in and out in slow, gentle thrusts.

My empty pussy runs like a river, and my husband laps it up—but doesn’t give me what I need.

“Please...” I hate to rob him of any minutes of his hour of playtime, but I can’t take it.

“Are you hurting? Is that too much?” he instantly begins to remove the toy.

“No! No, please...” I bite my lip. “What were you going to do next?”

“This.” Genesis rises from between my legs and leans over me. I feel his shadow covering me as his hands and mouth descend on my breasts and neck, worshiping my skin with soft kisses, little bites, and the tugging pinches I adore that make my pussy throb in return.

And then he stops. Leaving me there, bound and spread open, pussy wet and needy. Ass full and causing my muscles to move against the heavy thickness that can’t quite be dislodged.

“You look so wickedly tempting like this,” Genesis says, voice low. “A pretty present, just for me.”

I nod, wriggling closer to the edge of the bed.

“Pull your legs back to your chest,” Genesis commands.