Page 32 of Gardening and Gargoyles

“They are little in my hands. I can almost fit all of one in my palm.” Duncan cups both and squeezes, talons carefully on the surface, not digging in. Then, he uses the sharp tips to tease my skin, to trace each nipple, setting me on edge. The more he plays, the more desperate I am to feel that sensation with him inside of me.

I don’t even have to move much to feel Duncan’s long, thick cock pressing against my slippery mound. I push my hips down and let my outer lips slide up and down his throbbing shaft, feeling myself getting wetter as our essences mix.

Without asking, his tail slips inside of me, thrusting in and out as I work myself against him, grinding my clit to his cock while his curved fingers squeeze my nipples to aching points of ecstasy. “Need you in me. Need to come on your cock. This big,thick, hard-as-stone cock,” I beg, eyes closed, squeezing on his tail.

“Easy. Slow,” Duncan cautions, but he doesn’t urge me to stop.

Nor does he turn us over, putting himself on top of me. “You mount me, at your speed,” Duncan suggests, nodding as he works to control himself.

I don’t want him controlled. I want him inside. I want to feel him loving me. Taking me. To feel his arms wrapping around me as he pounds into me, pushing my limits.

I slide down his cock without letting it in me, stopping to ride his thigh and tail for a second before reluctantly leaving that pleasure. “Remember how I said I didn’t wait? I’ve had some experience with different angles. For the first time, I think I know what position will work best, so that you can have gravity help us.”

MY JUNE GETS ON HERknees for me and turns her back, her head down on the pillows. I move behind her, my eyes, usually dark, flared white in arousal as I take the perfect position to see all of her secrets.

My talons stroke down her spine. Curve over her cheeks. Spread them. I dip my thumb gently into her pink, glistening slit, and take the moisture back to her other entrance, wetting it so that my tail tip will ease in if she wishes it.

“Ohhh. Oh, God. Is your tail going to be in me while your cock is in my pussy?” June asks in a voice that is pure need. Her hand slips back between her thighs and rubs her curls and nub, the part she calls her “clit.”

“If you wish it,” I whisper, still admiring the view. I can’t help but bend for a closer look, to examine this pouting rose-colored haven that looks so small and yet feels so tight around my tail.My fingers part her, and she shudders as I take another sweet lap of her nectar, pushing in with my tongue. Fucking her with it as she moans, my horns pressed to the padding of her rump. I have the wild fantasy of her holding onto them as she bucks her quim on my face, rutting me, keening as she bathes my lips in her juice.

Later.

My cock won’t be patient for much longer.

“It’s okay if you don’t make me come again. I just want to feel you,” June reassures.

“If I do come quickly, it might help to ease my entrance into you, given the difference in our sizes.” I pause for a second. “Wait, did you know that gargoyles remain—er,readyfor two or three times? I know female gargoyles can peak many times. Can human women?”

“Yeah. Wait... But human men can’t. Not like, back-to-back. Not without some rest.”

“Oh. Well, the good Lord knew we would only be active half the time and stone the rest. We can go several times. Three is usual. I’ve heard as many as four or five. I said two or three because I didn’t want to make you sore, my love.”

“Oh, my God, please.Makeme sore. If it’s sore from making love to you, I’ll take it.”

“My sweet, brave little mate,” I caress her shoulders, loving how she arches into my touch like a contented cat. I spread my wings over us, like a tent, the pleasure wiping out the lingering pain. One arm wraps underneath her, elbow at her waist, hand grasping her breast. My other hand nudges my crown to her soft, needy slit, pressing forward as she pushes back with a low, breathy sound.

“Duuun-caaaan!”

June cries my name in two desperate groans, stretching the sounds as her body stretches around me, shaping and binding tomy cock so tightly that I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to move again.

June has no problem testing that out. She rocks back into me at once, her noises turning pinched and higher-pitched as she rushes her body to accept something so large.

“Easy, easy. So eager,” I praise, even though my heart is bursting and my cock wants to follow suit.

“You don’t—understand,” June gasps, her muscles writhing on me in delicious, intoxicating waves. “It hurts a little, but it feels so fucking good. So full.”

“Mmm, so full of my cock. And soon, so full of my seed.”

“Mmm, gardeners love seeds. Do you know what I bought today? Heather. Scottish heather. I’m going to put it all along the edge of the woods.”

“And next year, when it blooms, we’ll be here, my lady, to couple in it. You would look divine in moonlight, on your back, your legs parted for me, heather all around you.”

“And you would look divine in anything. So handsome. So strong. So big!” June’s last compliment is a wail as I feel something soft but unyielding kiss my crown. “Oooh, you have to stop there. No more,” she breathes, head turned to the side on the pillow, looking back at me.

“I can move back—”

“You’d better move in and out. Not back. I want to be pounded by that big gargoyle cock. That’s my new fantasy.”