Page 77 of Charming Her Monsters

No matter what’s unveiled, I won’t hurt Flint like that.

The pants fall down around his ankles.

I sit stock-still, stunned. Between two powerful thighs, not one but two generous hard cocks jut out toward me.

He’s a doubleheader.

Whomever carved him had naughty things in mind. And I appreciate their skill. He’s definitely large, but not to where I couldn’t take him with a bit of stretching involved. The possibilities are fascinating.

“I’m sorry. I know I am not made right.”

I snap out of my admiration, realizing that I haven’t said a damned thing. I scramble off the bed and grab his hands. He finally opens his eyes and gazes down at me with fear.

“You are perfect.”

“But I have two cocks. Males should only have one. They are too big for you, aren’t they?”

“With the right preparation, they will fit. And well, if you were open to the idea, you could use both of them at the same time with me, satisfying me in ways other males can’t.”

“At the same time?” His eyes glaze over. “You mean one in your vagina and one in your anus?”

I nod, because I don’t know yet if he’s disturbed or intrigued.

Then, in my mind, I see him visualizing pumping into me. His cocks harden further.

“Yes, I like this idea.” Flint takes a step backward. “But now, for my original form.”

His huge wings unfurl from his back, and I squeak happily.

“You like my wings?”

“Very much,” I say.

“Then if you accept me, I will not hide them from you anymore.” Flint turns serious again and a sparkling shimmer washes over him, revealing an even taller form. He’s thicker in his chest and hips, too. His wings have grown with his size, scraping the ceiling.

The biggest difference is in his larger face, head, and horns. His brows and cheekbones are more prominent. His smaller fangs have now become larger lower tusks, like an orc in my romance novels would have. He definitely would not be mistaken for a human.

“You are gorgeous,” I say in awe.

“What? No. You lie.” He turns his head, refusing to look at me. “This is the face and body that made Marie terrified and fall down the stairs. This version of me kills people.”

I reach up and have to stand on my tiptoes to reach his cheek. “I don’t know what was going on in her mind. But likely, she never knew someone as marvelous as you existed. Being surprised isn’t the same as repulsion. Besides, I find you sexy.”

“Sexy?” He whips his gaze back to me and studies my eyes. “Truly? You would want to still be intimate with me now that you have seen what I am?”

“Yes. Very much so.” I want to run my hands over his body and bring him pleasure. “May I touch you?”

“Feel free to explore me… anywhere. Everywhere.”

Frisky gargoyle. I like it.

I run my hands over his stone skin on his chest. Delightfully, I discover he feels like smooth marble, but yielding at the same time.

He watches with interest as I drop my hand over his thick, muscular torso. Not wanting to out myself as the perv that I am, I don’t immediately grab onto his dual joysticks. I have to approach this tactfully. Warm him up to my touch first.

I run my hand over his bulky arm and step around his huge wings, grazing my hand over his batlike feature. The bones are solid and thicker than I expected, but his wings feel almost like thick leather. I’m surprised he could fly given how big he is.

He shivers when I place my hands on his back where his wings grow from his body. Maxum seemed to appreciate my touch there too, and Flint groans happily with my caress. I trail my fingers down, letting my nails lightly scratch his back until I reach his perky ass. I try to cup his bum, but my hands are too small to take the whole thing.

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