Page 3 of Stolen Hours

I obey, knowing I’m even more exposed than before.

“Do you want my cock?”

“Yes!” I blurt out the answer at once.

“Where?”

I bite my lip again.

“Sweetheart?”

“Pussy,” I admit. “First.”

Genesis pounces on me like the giant winged predator he is, cock splitting me while I let out a long, stuttering wail of “Y-ee-eees!”

“I couldn’t wait any longer, either,” he admits, sinking into me as deep as he’s able, seven or eight inches. There are several more inches left outside, but he’s never seemed to mind. I know a gargoyle wife would probably take them all easily. As it is, I squeeze myself around him and babble in bliss as he fucks me hard. His smooth, heavy balls swing forward and tap me each time, giving the hard stone dildo in my ass a jolt. In seconds, I feel it pulled from me, leaving my bottom achy and empty.

Genesis stills inside of me, but he’s making little grunts as if working hard.

“What are you—”

I never finish asking.

Genesis’ tail tip enters me—and so does the tip of the dildo. He’s curled his tail around the toy, and together, they’re working their way inside of me, stretching me more than I’ve ever experienced. I can’t help but gasp and cry out with each coil of his cock working into me. It stretches the delicate ring of muscle and bulges my walls. With the thick, long cock already in my slit, I feel like I’m going to burst.

At first, it’s not very pleasant. I’m so full that my muscles complain, and I’m afraid I’m going to have to ask to stop. I know my husband wouldn’t mind, and I know he’d never, ever hurt me, but I don’t want to quit. I love that my limits are being pushed in a safe way.

And when his cock and tail begin to move in perfect unison...dear God.

I see stars. I curse and bite down on his forearm, the closest thing I can reach. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, Genesis, oh, God...”

“You’re taking every inch so beautifully. I can feel your muscles squeezing on me.”

“I’m so f-full,” I stutter through a particularly deep thrust.

“I can stop?”

“Don’t.”

“Doesn’t hurt?”

“No pain... just so full.”

“Here.” Genesis reaches over and pulls free the silk cords that have my legs and arms bound. “You can move on me better this way,” he whispers.

Arms free, I instantly hug him hard, loving the safe pressure of his arms, the way his weight is on me from the waist down, but how he holds himself off my chest. I move against him easily, finding pleasure in the fullness, an orgasm rocketing toward me as the thin wall between my openings is pressed and squeezed, every inch of me packed full of cocks, toys, and tails.

“Ooh, my mate is about to come on me.” Genesis’ voice is so pleased. “And once you do that, do you know what I’m going to do?”

My belly is fluttering, and my walls clench on him, rocking hard as his thumb finds my clit and rubs it with the perfect pressure that only he seems to deliver.

I never answer because my climax hits and leaves me with my jaws clenched and spine rigid as tremors wrack me from the hips down.

Genesis waits until the first rush of pleasure is over and pulls the toy from my bottom. He lifts my blindfold and kisses me, lining his bulbous tip up with my hole. “I’m going to fuck your perfect little ass.”

My eyes are still adjusting, so he’s a hazy blur at first, a shadowy beast in a halo of light from the bedside lamp. I watch his eyes widen, then shudder closed as his tip works into my much tighter opening, his thick, slick precum easing the way.

“Ohhh. Oh, oh, honey... easy,” I caution, but I’m not in any pain. I’m actually surprised how easily he fits—but he can’t go far. “A few inches is all I can take,” I warn.