Page 48 of Guarded By the Gargoyle

“Yes, Mistress,” he growled hoarsely. “I will obey and be still while you touch me.”

“Good.” I bent down to trace the head of his cock again with my tongue. This time I tasted his precum which surprised me. “Oh—it tastes like a cinnamon roll!” I looked up at him again. “Why does your precum taste sweet?”

Kael shrugged.

“I am in my angelic form.” As though that answered everything. In a way, I supposed it did.

“What happens when you’re in your demonic form—when you’re a gargoyle?” I asked, raising my eyebrows as I milked another droplet of the delicious precum from his thick shaft and licked it up.

“It…it’s hotter—spicier,” he groaned. “Oh Mistress…what you’re doing to me!”

I could see his big hands were clenched into fists but he didn’t move them—he kept his arms stretched out along the back of the couch—kept himself open for me.

“And the barb, I mean, your pleasure barb? Does it hurt?” I asked him.

Kael’s eyes grew serious.

“I would never make love to a woman when I’m in my demonic form, Mistress. My barb gives pleasure but it gives pain too.”

“It does? Tell me more,” I commanded. I was still milking his cock, sliding my fists up and down his heavy length to coax more of the delicious cinnamon precum from his sensitive tip. I wondered what tasting his barb would be like…not that I would ever do it.

“First my pleasure barb stings. The…the venom it delivers is meant to open the mouth of your womb,” Kael panted. He was watching me taste him, his eyes heavy-lidded with desire.

“And then?” I prompted, licking him again.

“And then…ah, Gods! Then the barb slips inside you and the knot at the base of my shaft ties the two of us together,” he groaned.

“The knot?” I looked at the base of his cock but I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary.

“It only appears in my demonic form,” Kael told me. “But once it swells inside you, I can pump you full of my seed and there’s nothing you can do to get away.” He shook his head. “But I would never do that to you, Mistress—never.”

“You wouldn’t?” I couldn’t lie—the idea both fascinated and horrified me at the same time. The idea of being stung inside and then held in place while he filled me was terrifying and arousing at the same time.

“No. Because I cannot…cannot be gentle in my demonic form,” he groaned. “Gods, Mistress—if you keep touching and tasting me like that I’m going to come!”

“Come then,” I told him. I wanted to make him shoot—wanted to have the power over him and make him lose control. I wanted to taste his cum too, and see if it was as good as his precum. Leaning down, I took the head of his cock and as much of the shaft as I could—which wasn’t much because he was so big—into my mouth.

“You…you really want me to…to come in your mouth?” Kael panted, raising his eyebrows. “My old Mistress would never stoop to tasting my seed.”

I pulled off for a minute.

“I don’t care about that—it’s just you and me now. And I want to taste you. So come for me, Kael—come in my mouth.”

I went back to sucking him while I worked his shaft. I could tell by the tension in his big body that he wanted to pump his hips—wanted to fuck my mouth. But he didn’t. Carlo would have—he would have grabbed the back of my head and shoved me down while he gagged me with his cock but Kael wasn’t like that. He held still as I worked him, letting me do what I wanted with his body without demanding anything.

I had never felt so powerful while sucking a guy off before—it was a new feeling and I thoroughly enjoyed it. I decided I wanted to draw things out—to make it last. So I took my time, teasing my fallen angel as I circled the crown of his cock with my tongue and slowly pumped his shaft. And every time I felt him tense like he was going to come, I pulled off for a moment. When he calmed down, I went back to sucking.

I was thoroughly enjoying myself, but I was pushing Kael to the limit.

“Mistress…Mistress,please,”he groaned when I pulled off the third time.

“Do you want to come now, Kael?” I asked, looking up to meet his eyes.

“Yes, Mistress. If it pleases you.” His voice was low and gravely with need.

“And are you going to come in my mouth?” I asked, raising my eyebrows.

“Yes, Mistress. If…if you want me to, I will shoot my seed in your mouth,” he groaned.

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