Page 71 of Guarded By the Gargoyle

“There it is,” I heard Willow murmur. “I wondered if angels had the same parts as human men.”

“Of course we do,” I gasped. “We are all made…by the same creator.”

“Of course,” she purred.

And then she began to really fuck me.

I groaned and gasped as she pumped inside me, the black wand filling my rosebud and back passage with every deep thrust. I tightened my grip on the coverlet and tried to brace myself but every time the wand hit that spot inside me, I couldn’t help crying out in helpless pleasure. My hard shaft rubbed against the soft mattress, leaking helplessly but unable to come as I submitted fully to her—as I took her pounding thrusts and opened myself for more.

“Good, Kael,” I heard my Mistress purring. “This is good. Open yourself for your punishment. Take what I’m giving you,the same way I took what you gave to me. After this, we’ll be even—you’ll be absolved.”

“Yes Mistress!” I panted, trying to open myself even more for her. “Yes, fuck me! Harder—deeper. Punish me as I deserve to be punished!”

That seemed to be exactly what she was intent on doing. But even as my pleasure built, I realized that it had nowhere to go—with the cock ring firmly around the base of my shaft, I still couldn’t come.

The need to release became greater and greater.

“Mistress!” I gasped at last. “Please—I need to come!”

Willow stopped fucking me. Instead, she pushed in deep and laid herself across my bare back, between my open wings. She was breathing hard. I felt her breath against my skin and the black rod still buried inside me.

“Do you feel like you’ve been punished enough now?” she asked me. “Are you going to forgive yourself now that I’ve fucked you the way you fucked me?”

“Yes, Mistress,” I promised. “I will—at least I’ll try.”

“Try hard,” she warned me. “Because if you start feeling guilty again, I’ll have no choice but to strap on this wand and punish you again.”

“As you wish, Mistress,” I groaned softly. “But please—let me come! My shaft feels like it’s going toburst.”

“I’ll let you come,” she promised. “But not until the right time. Which will be soon,” she added.

Then she rose and I felt the black wand pulling slowly out of me. A moment later, I rose myself on shaky legs to tower over her. Looking down at my Mistress, I couldn’t believe that such a small, curvy human could bring me to my knees the way she had. She was so small—so delicate. And yet I loved submitting to her. So when she ordered me to climb on the bed, I did so at once.

“I want you to sit on the bed with your back against the backboard,” she told me.

This was no punishment since the cottage had changed the backboard. It was no longer carved and wooden—instead it was padded in a deep purple fabric that matched the coverlet. I did as my Mistress said, going to sit there. My bottom was still a little tender, but the mattress was cushioned and it didn’t hurt—it just reminded me that I had been fucked. I furled my wings tightly behind me so they weren’t in the way.

“Very good.” Willow got on the bed beside me, on her knees so that her head was a little higher than mine. She glanced down at me, giving me a stern look. “Put your wrists up so I can cuff you in place,” she told me.

Wordlessly, I obeyed. My hands were quickly manacled to the bedposts on either side. My shaft, still achingly hard, was sticking up from between my thighs, begging for release but the thick black band was firmly fastened around its base, denying me a release.

“Kael, look at me,” Willow demanded, lifting my chin so that our eyes met. “I’m going to ride you until I come. And you’re going to let me—just the same way you let me fuck you.”

I nearly groaned with need. Gods, Ilovedit when she took control!

“Yes, Mistress,” I said, my voice low and gravelly with lust. “I am yours to do with as you please.”

“I know you are,” she told me. Then she straddled my lap and took my stiff, aching shaft in one of her soft little hands.

This time I couldn’t hold back my groan as she sank down onto me, taking my cock deep into her hot, wet depths. I didn’t remember much from our previous encounter when I had been in my demon form but I knew I would never forget this. Her soft little pussy felt like a velvet glove, squeezing me.

Once she was settled fully on top of me with my shaft buried to the hilt inside her, Willow gave me a stern look.

“Now, Kael, I’m going to ride you,” she told me. “And you’re going to hold perfectly still and let me do it. You’re not allowed to thrust until I say so. Understand?”

I was aching to thrust up inside her, but I nodded anyway.

“Yes, Mistress—whatever you say.”

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