Page 5 of Stolen Hours

“But you can tell me if you don’t like this.”

“I like it!” I practically shout.

Melinda chuckles. “I’m afraid I’ll be a little clumsy at first—especially since even standing right now is an effort—”

“I’m sorry! Sit, love.”

“Sitting isn’t going to happen yet, either,” Melinda chuckles and waggles her hips seductively. “But I know how much my fingers do for you.” Her lips graze my ear. “I think my cock could do even more.”

I think I’m going to faint from anticipation, which would waste precious minutes of these sweetly sinful stolen hours.

“Well, first, I think you ought to get your bride ready to give you the pleasure you deserve,” she whispers, taking my handand leading it to her toy appendage. “Stroke that, just the way I stroke you. The way you stroke yourself. I want to see it.”

“But you can’t feel it,” I point out, even though I’m already gently wrapping my talons around it, making sure I don’t scratch the velvety soft texture of its surface.

“I can see it. I can see you,” Melinda purrs. “I’m already getting close just watching you touch me.”

“Kinky little bride,” I hum, and it’s praise. If she hadn’t been willing to push the boundaries of usual human relationships—and if I hadn’t been willing to admit that certain humans, well, one at least, my Melinda, was a treasure—we wouldn’t have ended up together.

“Kinky gargoyle groom,” she counters. “Now get that nice and ready. I don’t want to waste a second of our hour.”

She looks incredibly hot like this, beautiful breasts with a shimmer of perspiration from her round as my personal plaything, hair unbound and falling over one shoulder, and a certain glint in her eye as she watches me.

My talons stroke up and down the surface, one fist on her toy, and one hand dripping between her thighs to feel her soaking pussy.

Melinda moans as my fingers sink into her and my fist starts to move faster. I look up at her adoringly, watching her eyes flutter closed, feeling her hands brace on my shoulders. “Stop,” she moans. “This is about you, not me.”

“All of these moments are for the two of us.” I bow my head over her, thinking for a second, determining if I’m comfortable with the idea.

If Melinda were a gargoyle with a tail, I would catch the tip and kiss it, I would suck it into my mouth, slap her rump, and nibble on her wings. I would do those acts because all of them would be natural and would bring her pleasure. But we are “unnatural,” as in not of the same kind, and our bodies barely match.

But we do, and we prove endlessly that love takes so many forms. If this toy is the replacement for a tail that the Creator did not gift humans with, then that’s okay.

And I’m okay with loving every inch of everything Melinda uses or wants to give me.

I bob my head down and kiss the tip, tongue snaking over soft silicone, making Melinda gasp. I can feel her juice literally dripping into my palm as I pull her hips close to my mouth. “You can do what you want,” I remind her softly. “I don’t mind.”

“It’s not too weird? The mouth part, I mean,” she strokes my hair.

“If you had a tail, love, I would touch it and tease it every day. This doesn’t bring you pleasure from touch, but when you wear it—”

“Oh, I’m thinking about how it’s going to feel when I’m making you come, Genesis. And you can feel what that does to me.”

“Good. Then it’s not weird, sweet little bride.”

“Good.” Melinda’s tender fingers turn more forceful, and the gentle touch turns to a grip that guides my head.

It’s a surprise how easily my mouth pops open, my lips part, and the toy slides in. I close my eyes and feel her hips bouncing towards me, feel how thick the rubbery, firm cock is in my mouth, and picture how good it’s going to feel invading other parts of me. Melinda huffs softly above me, and I look up, watching her breasts bounce and her face tighten.

Almost like she’s going to come from just watching me please her like this.

Then I’d better do a good job.

I groan around the cock and move my head harder, faster, my fingers still in her dripping slit, moving them in time with my mouth.

I want to make her come again. I want to show her how amazing she is, how special she is to think of this game for me.

“No,” Melinda hisses, pushing me back, hand gripping my hair a little too hard—and I can’t deny I love the little zing that shoots down my spine at her control. “I’m going to come the way gargoylesdo, Genesis. With your tail in my pussy, buried in your tight ass, with my hands on your cock.”