Page 31 of Gardening and Gargoyles

“Relax, sweetie,” June urges. “I’m just improvising since I’m short a tail.”

“God, you’re a wonderful mate. A wonderful wife,” I rasp, letting myself go weak at the knees, done fighting.

“Need to come up here?” June pats the bed, and I gratefully sink down.

But if my lady thought she’d bested me, it is only because she doesn’t know the fighting spirit of my kind. I may be faint with pleasure, but I can spot a weakness—or an advantage.

DUNCAN IS THIS HUGE, dangerous beast, right? So to see him writhing and whimpering as I suck his cock and start to tease his ass is such a turn on. It’s a mix of sexual empowerment after being tossed aside like a broken toy, and a chance to ensure that someone I love, someone so strong in the physical sense but so vulnerable in other ways, is treated like the treasure he is.

“If it feels good, I’ll keep going. If it doesn’t, I’ll stop. Everyone is different.” I rub my cheek on his cock, closing my hand around the base—barely.

“You are so sweet. My June. My flower. Giving all these acts of love,” Duncan purrs, and I melt at the timbre of his voice, at the way his heavy hand rests on my back.

I might have felt like I was in power, but the sheer bulk of him, even of his single hand, makes me tremble in excitement and anticipation.

What’s it going to be like to have him inside of me?

So good. Dangerously good.

“It’s my turn to serve my lady as she serves me,” Duncan rumbles, and pulls my hips suddenly. I let out a protesting yelp as my whole body turns, and my knees end up resting by his horns—and his long, inhuman tongue takes a slow, thorough lick of my pussy.

“Duncan!” I gasp. I want to say other things, too, but I forget them in the following seconds. Heck, I forget my own name in the following seconds.

His tongue delves into my center while his long, snaking tail slides along my inner thigh, and the tip ends up against my clit. There’s a testing tap that makes me moan, and then a moredeliberate swipe, almost a slap, that makes me see stars. “Yesss,” I hiss, bearing down on his tongue while his tail tip controls my clit like it’s a joystick, pushing it back and forth, alternating soft strokes with a sudden biting smack. Nothing is too hard. The pressure is just right.

All of this feels so right.

I decide to stop thinking and analyzing what piece of him does what to me, and just trust that we’ll make it all feel good.

It turns out to be the best plan as I get lost in stroking the smooth slit between his cheeks, exploring an anatomy so close to a human’s, and yet so different. I get lost in the taste and texture of his skin, something clean and slightly earthy, almost refreshing. I realize I can’t stop devouring him, and I also realize why... Duncan doesn’t “taste” like the human guys I’ve kissed or given head to before. He is literally my breath of fresh air, night sky, stone, wind... flowers. He sleeps all day in the sun, surrounded by grass, mountains, and flowers. He probably always did, even perched on top of a castle. “You’re so yummy,” I moan.

Duncan buries his face in my pussy, holding me over his mouth while his tongue fucks me and his tail rubs my clit in an endless back and forth, faster and faster, taking me to a breaking point after a long build I didn’t know I could stand. My hands dig into his thighs as I let go, moaning around his cock as my body convulses, shuddering on his tongue.

“Ohh, my lady, my June...” Duncan spins me so that I’m flat to his chest, face to face. His eyes are glazed with a wild, passionate look that I bet matches my own.

“That was really effing good,” I praise breathlessly, giggling. “How’d you learn to do that?”

“To love the taste of you?” He takes a breath and strokes my hair away from my face. “I can’t help it. You taste like your scent, magnified by a thousand. You taste like sunshine must feel. Androses. Salt and sweet. I could devour you.” He looks at me with a suddenly wicked smile, showing all his fangs.

My body shivers at the thought of this wild side, this creature in my bed.

Who put me on top of him. Who strokes my back and swallows hard when I push myself up to sit on top of him.

“This isn’t going to be super smooth, okay?”

“Aye?” There’s a question in his voice and trust in his eyes.

He has to trust me. The same way I trust him.

Devotion. Protection.

“If it takes time, it takes time. We’re not going to leave each other over something we can talk about and work out,” I murmur, hands massaging his chest.

Duncan nods, reaching up to pluck my crop top off over my head. It’s the kind with the built-in bra cups, and it rips at the tiny straps under his force. I gasp as my breasts fall free and right into his greedy hands.

“Oh, what delicious little morsels.”

“Little!” I glare. “These are not little, buster.”