Page 45 of Guarded By the Gargoyle

“With pleasure, Mistress.” I felt my shaft surge in the tight trousers I was wearing. I should have asked the cottage to provide me with something new to wear too—something less constricting, I thought. But for now, I just wanted to concentrate on Willow’s pleasure.

I barely had to tug on the white silk before the top of the little gown came sliding down her shoulders, baring her breasts. I sucked in a breath—she had some stretch marks but they only made her more beautiful to me. They made her human—real. I loved her full globes tipped with wide, dark nipples.

“Gorgeous…” I breathed and then I ducked my head to kiss her right peak.

Willow shifted on the couch and pressed forward, giving me permission to do more than kiss. As I sucked her nipple into my mouth, she threaded her fingers through my hair and pulled me closer.

I loved the feeling of her guiding me. I sucked her tight bud deep and hard and she arched her back and moaned. My shaft wasaching. The salty-sweet taste of her skin was addictive and the soft little noises of need and desire she made when I sucked her and circled her nipple with my tongue made me feel like I might burst!

“Oh, Kael…” she moaned as I made my way to the other nipple and began to tease and suck it too. “Oh, that feels sogood.”

Her words were exactly what I wanted to hear. It’s in my nature to serve—before I was a Protector of Women, I bowed before the Almighty. So I loved giving service in any way my Mistress needed it. Besides, I was attuned to her, so I felt her pleasure as my own.

I had heard human women complaining about human men being “selfish” in bed and only caring about their own pleasure. If only they had my gift—the ability to feel the desireand pleasure of the woman they were with—I doubted such selfishness would be a problem.

I took my time with Willow, switching back and forth, sucking and teasing her tight peaks until she was shifting on the couch and moaning continuously. Then I knew it was time.

“Mistress?” I said, letting her nipple slip from my lips. “You have another place that needs healing.”

“What…what do you mean?” she panted, looking up at me.

“I know your abuser hurt you someplace else.” I laid my hand on the top of her right thigh. “I can feel your pain,” I told her. “I know he hurt you here, too.”

“Oh…” She nibbled her lower lip and her eyes went wide. “Do you…would you really want to heal me there?”

“Of course I do,” I assured her. “I want to heal you anyplace you’re hurt.”

“But, well… I…I don’t have on any panties,” she confessed.

I couldn’t stop the growl of lust that came from my lips.

“Even better,” I told her. “There will be nothing to get in the way of healing you completely.”

Her cheeks were pink in the firelight but I could tell she wanted me to do it. The scent of her desire rose to meet me, acting on my like a drug. God, how I longed to taste her! But I knew I had to take things slowly. I would start by healing her.

I slid to the floor in front of the couch and placed my hands on her knees.

“Open for me, Mistress,” I urged her softly. “Open and let me heal you.”

“If…if you’re sure you want to.” As she spoke, she parted her thighs.

I had to bite back a groan at the sight that greeted me. Her soft little pussy was so beautiful…and so swollen with need. As she opened wider, I could see the way her outer lips were alreadyparting on their own, giving me a glimpse of her plump clit already wet with her juices.

But before I could taste her, I had to heal the ugly bruise on her inner thigh.

“Wider, Mistress,” I urged her as I ducked between her legs. “I need to get to you.”

As I spoke, I helped ease her back against the couch cushions and opened her thighs more, so that her knees were almost resting on the couch. The move opened her pussy as well, showing me her soft pink interior, glistening with her honey.

It was all I could do not to taste her at once but I forced myself to pay attention to the bruise first. Bending low, I kissed the dark spot gently, sending my healing power through her to knit together the battered flesh.

It didn’t take long to heal—it was a simple injury—but I took my time, licking and sucking the same spot on her inner thigh for quite a while. Meanwhile, my cheek was brushing against her open pussy and Willow was shifting her hips restlessly. I knew she wanted me to taste her as much as I wanted to do it, but I had to get her permission first.

Looking up, I met her eyes. They were wide and dreamy in the firelight—and full of desire.

“Mistress,” I murmured, stroking her inner thighs. “It seems to me that you have another place that needs healing.”

“I…I do?” She frowned uncertainly.

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