Page 34 of Enchanting Her Monsters

“I’m about to…”

“I know, Heartstone. Milk my cum now.”

“Fuck, Flint,” I curse with his naughty talk as I feel the tingle up my spine and my cunt contracting around his cock. My body spasms, and I’m floating in bliss.

Flint floods me with his release, and his top cock splashes cum over my chest.

Then, as I focus back on him, I watch as he turns to stone.

What the fuck?

“Flint! Are you okay?” I ask.

“I’m okay,”he answers inside my mind.“I should have mentioned this. I’m locking my essence inside you.”

I feel his cock swell at the base, much like a shifter’s knot.

“We now must commune via our telepathic link to solidify our bond.”

I have no idea what communing might mean to a gargoyle during this ritual. My pussy is still clenching and fluttering over his cock. Shouldn’t that be enough?

“Commune?”

“I will share with you my emotions and thoughts. We might be able to share images too.”

I take a deep breath and press my forehead to his broad brow.

“I’ll go first,”he says and then a flood of images and emotions hits me like a semi-truck.

I’d fall back on my ass in shock if it weren’t for me being locked in his embrace and cocooned in his wings.

After a moment, the dizziness passes.

“Oh no. I was too excited when I shared.”I sense he feels like he’s messed up.

“It’s okay, sweetie, just give me a moment to process that download.”I stroke his sides and he seems to relax, although it’s only a feeling since his body is currently stone.

I sift through what is four hundred years of longing. Pain, both physical and emotional. Loneliness. I know that even though he had a pack, he always felt like the odd one out. He didn’t participate in their sexual explorations and bonding. He’d risk his life for them without hesitation, but otherwise, he was distant.

He had no one to share his emotional side until I came along and shook his heart. He began to fall in love with me the moment our eyes inadvertently locked when he was invisible and guarding my home. He felt seen when I sensed him beyond the mask. I brought back his curiosity and joy at just being alive.

I blink and feel tears dropping off my cheeks.

“Did it hurt?”he asks.

“No, not like that. I just feel badly that you were lonely for so long.”I sniff and wipe away the tears off my face.“I’m more than honored I helped awaken something in you. Your happiness. It feels like a big responsibility.”

“I don’t expect you to do anything but be yourself. I am responsible for my happiness. Although you’re the one who inspired me to live again. And I will love you no matter what you do.”

I sense I’m meant to share my feelings now. What do I share? How do I do it?

In my mind, I think about my gargoyle and all the sweet moments, our late night chats, and snuggling. I love his sincerity, earnestness, and his nurturing nature. With his solid strength of character and loyalty to his pack, I feel myself healing. His absolute acceptance of me that embraces me by just being in his presence. The unconditional love he offers is a cure to all the assholes who rejected me before him. His virtuous and brave nature stirs in me a desire to be the best version of myself. I treasure his immense trust in me, and I vow to never betray it. I think about how he had made me feel like the most beautiful creature alive when we first made love. He makes me feel that way every time he’s looked at me since.

I take all that and visualize offering it to him through our telepathic link.

He mentally gasps when it enters his consciousness.

“Goddess, I can feel your feelings for me,”he says in awe.“You really do love and accept me.”

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