Page 30 of Gardening and Gargoyles

When I look, my pussy spasms as though I’m already close to orgasm, just at the sight of what Duncan’s been hiding under that kilt. “Oh, wow,” I breathe.

He’s huge, the size of some jumbo-extra-large toy, in an almost-shimmering gray. He’s shaped like a human, only so much bigger—and harder. His skin is silky when I cup my fingers and palm around him, but there’s not much bend or give as I begin to stroke.

Duncan’s moans are making me drip. “June... June, oh, by the heavens, that’s...”

“You ain’t seen nothing yet,” I tease, and then yelp when something softly strokes the curve of my naked rear and tickles up and down my inner thigh.

His tail.

“Duncan!”

“What?”

“Your tail!”

“Am I not supposed to?”

I think about that. “No, you are supposed to. I mean, if gargoyles do that sort of thing?”

“We do. We do a lot with our tails. It’s how the females can bind themselves to their mates, too. We can enter her twice like this, and she enters us once.”

“Oh. So her tail goes inside of you while you’re inside of her?”

Duncan nods, but frowns. “I don’t think human men in my time were comfortable with that idea, but then again, their wives did not have tails.”

“Baby, I’m comfortable with anything you want that makes us both feel good—and that’s just between us both. Whatever you want to try, I’m up for it.”

“Oooh,” Duncan lets out a happy little chuckle and shudders with delight when my other hand slips lower and finds smooth, heavy balls. “Now I know I woke up at just the right time, to find a woman like you.”

“Mmm. I think I can make you very happy,” I tease, sinking to my knees on the bed while he stands beside it. My lips press a soft kiss on his stone-colored tip while I look into his eyes.

“I cannae wait to return the favor,” he groans.

Chapter Eight: Blossom

June’s tongue and her eyes are enough to bring any man to his knees. I have to use my wings to distribute my weight and steady myself as her hand slides up and down my base, touching me as if she owns me. Her lips leave little presses all over my tip as she watches me go weak, and then she tilts her head, opens her mouth, and licks me from base to crown, moaning happily.

“Fuck, Duncan. You’re so pretty here. So pretty everywhere. So smooth and so hard. Mmm.”

I’m about to unleash a volley of compliments when she steals my soul like a succubus, her mouth open, her lips parted wide. She slides her pale pink lips down my crown, and several inches disappear into her stretched mouth. My cock scrapes against her teeth and touches the soft, warm walls of her inner cheeks.

“Fuck,” I gasp in return, talons suddenly slamming into the nearest wall and holding myself in place as June works the top half of my length with her lips and the bottom with her hands. All of me is captive, a prisoner of her sinful, soulful eyes.

I’m inside of her. Inside some part of her. Claiming her.

My tail strokes her inner thighs as I let out a ragged groan, and it steals towards the heat between them. To my surprise, she rocks her hips open, and one hand leaves off squeezing my cock to command my tail. To guide it up, between her soft, hidden pieces.

After that, my tail needs no further instructions, but slips into her with one swift push, making her gasp and moan aroundme. June lifts her head, eyes closed, and takes a minute to bounce on her knees—letting my tail burrow and snake inside of her. Parting her walls, feeling them clasp me tight—the way I want her to clasp my cock. The way her mouth mimics those soft, wet pulls...

My talons leave long ribbons of wood shavings curling down the wall when I claw it in a desperate effort for control. “Beauty, stop,” I beg, hating to ask.

“Why? Are you going to come?” June uses words that shock me—and delight me. I’m not skilled at wooing with fancy words, but I would give her anything in the world I could. The fact that I can be honest with her is such a comfort, and that she is so direct with me is such a relief.

“I might,” I pant, stopping her from grabbing me again, my hand on her shoulder.

“That’s what I want you to do. I want you to enjoy yourself. Come. Get messy. We have indoor plumbing, so it’s no big deal,” she laughs. “Oh, and if you’re worried about babies? We have pills and other things to prevent pregnancy now. I get shots a couple of times a year. We’re good for another three months.”

My head spins, and in my distraction, she’s on me again, eyes encouraging as she reunites her mouth with my cock. This time, her hand slips easily between my legs, seeking out the entrance where a female’s tail would go during mating. I’ve never been touched there, and it’s like lightning. Everything sizzles in me for a second, and my cock tightens, suddenly so much closer to release.