Page 7 of Stolen Hours

“So full of me. I think next time, I’ll get a different color. Black on charcoal gray is hard to see,” Melinda gives my hindquarters the same greedy stare I give hers whenever that pretty little puss is full of my cock. “Maybe something pink. Or red. I want to see you spread around me, stretching around me.” Her slippery hand strokes my semi-stiff cock.

Gargoyles, being only awake and able to breed for half the hours of many other species, tend to stay hard for several orgasms, although there’s a little loss and a rebound each time. With her hand and my tail around my cock and her hips suddenly thrusting forward again, I groan at the tidal wave of sensation and start stiffening again.

“My good groom,” Melinda praises, hands on my abs, leaning her slight weight into my muscular bulk to find a faster rhythm. “Takingevery inch of his bride. You are, you know. Look at you, opening up around me.”

I don’t think I say words, but I loll my head back, eyes closed, letting her lead.

Melinda’s confidence grows with my pleasure. “That’s good, right, baby?”

“So good,” I groan. “I never knew it could be so good.”

“You made me a toy. I’ll get you one. We can do gargoyle-style whenever you want, honey,” she promises. “I’m definitely loving it. Loving you looking so hot and so happy,” she praises as she pants, eyes soft on mine.

Loving me.

And reducing me to a whimpering, cum-covered mess.

Like I just did to her.

It feels so right, all of it, every part, as though the more doors we open up for one another, the more places we find to be together, fitting seamlessly.

“I love you more every second, every hour,” I burst out. “Because of how you do things for me, try things for me, even things you’d never have to do if we were both human.”

“Babe... You do that for me, too.” Melinda stills, leans forward, and kisses my bent knee, because it is what she can reach.

My hand comes up to take hers. We move together on my cock as she pumps into me, making me grunt softly on the inward thrusts that touch a deep, hidden slick spot that’s rooted to the back of my cock and the pleasure centers in my brain. My thighs jump, and my tail twitches. It moves to stroke her back, and then her legs, finally finding its way to lodge inside of her pussy. It curves inside of her to cup the secret spots that make her breathing turn shallow, and her pulse race. Her knees tremble, and she digs her hands into my hips, the way I’ve taken herso many times.

I can scarcely stand to look at her, so perfect and so fierce, sexy and wicked, and loving and tender, all in one. She pounds away, hair mussed and falling over her face now, sweat dripping down her forehead to caress the edges of her lip. “Beautiful,” I gasp out.

“Handsome. I want to make you come, Gen. Please, I want to give you... What you give me,” Melinda says with broken breaths, eyes shuddering shut. Her walls clamp on my tail, a vise of slick pink wetness. Her cock buries in me deep as she lets out the fractured wail that means she’s coming.

Watching her, feeling her, opening up on her... My roar rattles the round windows in the cabin, and my cock jerks wildly, sticky streams decorating Melinda’s bowed body, breasts and collarbone first.

“Oh. Oh, my God.” My hands grab her shoulders to steady her as she falls forward.

“Good?” Melinda asks, eyes desperately seeking mine.

“Amazing.”

“Gargoyle-style? I did it right?” she asks, slowly stroking my abdomen now, gently easing out. Her eyes flicker with lust at how she’s marked me, at how she’s made me lose control.

“It was Melinda-style. You-and-me-style,” I say with a serious smile, pulling Melinda to me, even though we’re a mess. “It was perfect.”

“Good,” Melinda says in relief.

For a moment, we just rest, holding each other tight, trying to get our hearts to slow their frantic pace, trying to learn to breathe again.

“Genesis?”

“Mmhm?” I kiss Melinda’s forehead.

“My hour isn’t over yet,” she says in a playful whisper. “Can you walk?”

“I can limp,” I chuckle.

“In that case, can you carry us to the shower? Cleaning up might be a good way to fill the time. Especially the way I plan on doing it.”

She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I slowly pull us to our feet, and we stumble together to the bathroom. I pick Melinda up on the way. “I’m glad you’re mine until the end of eternity, not just until the end of the hour.”