Page 59 of Howl for the Gargoyle

"Good, good, so fucking good. Hannah, fuck, don't stop."

She laughed and rocked against me, and my whole body wanted to fall flat to the ground and spread itself to its limits and just take this. Very fucking good.

"Keep touching yourself," Hannah coaxed. Apparently, I had stopped. My tugs and strokes were uneven, distracted by every little shift, the nudge of her knees against mine as she scooted closer, sank deeper. "Hmm, where did I set the—Oh, here it is."

There was an obscene squirt, an awkward sound, but then she was slick and pumping smoothly inside of me, opening me with every drive forward, my body squeezing and begging for her return as she retreated. And like she had read my mind, one hand slid up, squeezing the back of my neck and then sliding into my hair, and the other gripped my right wing root. I was crying out, babbling praises, fucking into my hand with her thrusts in my ass, and I managed one clear order, snapped out in a near growl.

"Harder."

Hannah huffed, but she bucked against me, pulling on my wing root and my hair to yank me backward into the motion. I shouted to the moon, to her, howling my approval as she snarled with the effort of fucking me. It seemed a shame she couldn't feel anything more than the motion. I would have to make it up to her.

She pulled harder on my hair, lifting me from the ground, and released my wing to wrap her arm around me. Her breasts were pressed to my back, her breath hot on my neck, and her fucking was a shallow motion but deep inside of me. I whimpered as she shifted and the cock she wore pressed lower against me, my hand on my cock shaking and slippery with precum.

"I want to know every way there is to make you come," Hannah said in my ear, words dark. "You are so pretty when you come. Such destruction on such beauty."

"You've—you've already found more ways than anyone else," I said—wheezed, really, because I could barely catch my breath and she was striking an obvious spot inside of me that made my stone body turn to weak jelly.

My cock was spurting little bursts of fluid, but I wasn't there yet. I wished there were two Hannahs—one to fuck me and one to fuck. Hell, I wished there were a dozen Hannahs, all tormenting me at once. I was discovering that I was shockingly selfish when it came to sex. At least I was if I could get away with it.

"I'll find more," she said simply, and then the hand on my chest slid up to my throat, holding me in place. She wrapped her other arm around me and joined my messy hand in stroking my cock. She was crueler and rougher than I'd been, but it was perfect. I was so sensitive, every nerve possessed by Hannah’s touch, so powerful and potent. I wished I could share it all back with her.

It was destruction. It was like someone had lit a stick of dynamite and shoved it up my ass, something I would tell Hannah later and make her howl with laughter. I didn't care. I came in an explosion, bursting in our shared grip on my cock, throwing myself back into her embrace, arching into her hand on my throat. She licked my ear and rubbed my still gushing release over my length, down on my sac, up over my stomach, and then returned to stroking me as I finished shuddering and shaking.

It was the first time we'd had sex and Hannah hadn't come first. Hadn't come at all.

Suddenly, I wasn't selfish at all. It was imperative that I make her come. She huffed a laugh as I scrambled away, still full of aftershocks and as wild as if I were right on the edge again.

"Rafe—What? Oh!"

I scooped her up under her legs, and the dildo slapped against my forehead as I found my way to her cunt with my mouth. She was silky-wet and slick, and she gasped as I latched onto her, thrusting my tongue inside, nuzzling her clit with my nose.

"Ohhh, is this—Fuck! Is this my thank you?"

I nodded against her, and Hannah stirred in my grip. Her legs wrapped around my shoulders, and I was holding her up, kneeling on the ground with her riding my mouth. She unbuckled the harness, laughing and sighing as she pulled the dildo out and tossed it aside, giving me more room, more of her to kiss and lick.

"You're very welcome," she rumbled, and her hands rubbed my horns as she worked herself against my face. "Ohhhh, Rafe! You're very welcome to keep doing exactly that."

And I would. As long as she let me.

Hannah was beautiful the day after the full moon. Well, from what I knew she was beautiful every day, but I found a unique kind of satisfaction seeing her like this. Exhausted, at ease, foggy with the double transformation and a whirlwind of sex all packed into a few days.

And right now she was cuddly, latched to my side and only stirring to try and scoot closer. There was no closer. There'd been no way for us to be closer than we'd been quite a few times during this appointment.

"You know…you're my favorite client."

The words came unbidden, uninvited. For a moment, I thought I might've only thought them.

"I'd be offended if I wasn't," Hannah murmured, smiling lazily.

It was the last thing I was supposed to say to a client, a reminder that there were others, a totally unprofessional choice to offer any sense of ranking. But Hannah didn't blink, just teased calmly back.

I should've cleared the air, brushed the statement aside. But the words were true, and they'd been said and I didn't want to take them back.

So instead, I kissed her. She arched and twined herself around me. We only had an hour or two left before she had to leave, but that was an hour or two to be touching, kissing, talking. She sighed as I nipped her bottom lip, spread her legs, and ripped the sheet out from between us.

An hour or two to be inside of her.

I would take it all.

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