Page 58 of Howl for the Gargoyle

Hannah was wearing the strap-on. I didn't notice at first. She was bent forward, giving in to her body's new shape and running with the help of all four limbs. Her tail was high, twitching and turning and revealing what direction she would turn in next. I wouldn't tell her that though. At least not tonight.

She rose onto her feet and sniffed the air as I took a moment to hide in the trees again, and I saw it, stiff and straight between her legs, a profane interruption to her elegant lines. I tilted my head and wondered if my own cock looked like that when it was erect. She moved forward and it swayed slightly, bobbing. I shifted, and the plug inside of me teased at the edge of perfect pressure, just a fraction shy of where I needed it.

I wanted to be caught. I wanted Hannah growling in my ear, wanted her breasts pressed to my back, to my wing roots, wanted her claws in my hair as she fucked me. I bit my lip, watching Hannah prowl, and my body tensed with the urge to throw myself to the ground, to land at her feet and bow my body to her command. The base of my wings throbbed and I recalled her grip on them, imagined her at my back, holding them and using them to pull me onto that eggplant-purple cock she wore.

"You're thinking of it, aren't you?" she called from the ground. "I can… You smell different."

I grinned, proud of her and not understanding why. "I am."

I jumped and paced my fall as she spun to face me, knees crouching and ready to pounce. "Do you want to be caught or do you want to surrender?"

The suggestion made me shiver, and I tucked my wings back to fall and land at her feet, dropping to my knees seamlessly and staring up at her. The moon rose behind her, outlining her tangled hair and tall ears. I'd pet them while she slept last time, held back my laughs as they twitched and flicked, tickled by my touch. Werewolves wanted to believe they were terrifying and monstrous and powerful. I thought they were kind of cute, really, wagging tails and fluffy ears.

But at the moment Hannah was not cute, towering over me with her heavy-lidded eyes and her canines peeking out from full lips. And that pretty purple cock taunting me in front of my lips.

Hannah arched her hips forward at the same moment I leaned in, our minds in sync as I parted my lips and she pressed the tip of the dildo to my tongue, snarling softly in approval. The taste of silicone was nothing to write home about, more of a turn-off than a turn-on, but Hannah's purr and her stare on my face made up for the fact. Black claws slid into my hair, a rough palm rubbing at my small horn, and I groaned as she fucked my mouth.

"Make it sloppy," she ordered, pushing deeper, forcing me to salivate as she teased the back of my throat.

I would do anything she asked, I thought in the background of my head.

"Squeeze around the plug," Hannah murmured.

I groaned as I did so, my own hips bucking in time with her careful thrusts. My wings flexed and stretched, wanting to beat and drive me into her, pin her to the ground and fuck her until I came—and she came five times at least.

"Pretty bird," she whispered, and then she pulled away, leaving me whining, on my knees, my cock hard and throbbing and my mouth sorely empty. "Bend over for me."

My hands thumped hard on the ground, denting the soft earth, and my wings spread wide and flat, exposing my back and ass. Hannah had to circle farther around to avoid them, and I waited, tense and trembling. She stirred leaves on the ground behind me, a long, clawed foot nudging one of my legs to the side, then the other, until the stretch extended into my balls, even into my ass. I huffed into the ground. The cottage was in front of me, inviting and sweet and safe, by all rights a better location for this moment.

I liked it here in the woods, under the moon, with the wild creature behind me.

Hannah pushed at the ring of the plug, digging it into me, and my cock bounced, knocking against my stomach. I released loud and eager sounds for her, and my wings shook, stirring up debris.

"Have I mentioned how much I like your ass?"

I laughed, and the sound was ragged, a crack in the tension of waiting. "I might've noticed."

Hannah purred, and her claws grazed over my back, around the globes of my ass, up and down my thighs. She knelt and her body was hot against mine. I twisted to stare back, catching a glimpse of her study over the rise of my wing, the gleam of her eyes. And then the plug was tugging inside of me, and I crumbled forward as she pulled and pushed and pulled again, easing it out of me and re-stretching my opening.

I whimpered, waiting for the kiss of the dildo, but instead came the shocking, delicate scratch of a claw, tracing around my gaping hole, sliding inside. I stiffened, stunned, but my cock made it clear how I felt, dribbling with approval, jerking and bouncing and begging to be inside someone. Inside Hannah. I reached for my own length, wondering if I needed permission, when she gripped my balls in her other hand and stuffed another sharp-tipped finger inside of me.

"Holy fuck!" I gasped, head drooping, yanking on my own cock.

"Claws good or bad?"

"Good," I managed, moaning as they touched inside of me. "Very fucking good. Don't know why."

"This is one time you won't talk me out of being careful," she said, more to herself.

I wouldn't try. It was an outrageously vulnerable act. But outrageously stimulating too, and my body could handle this—it was just the shock of the blade sharp touch, applied so gently as if to tickle. I repeated my curse into the ground, resting my forehead in the dirt, and Hannah hummed as my body opened to her.

"I don't normally have gender envy, but I do like feeling you like this. It's a shame it's just silicone."

I wanted to tell her she didn't even have to use the strap-on—what the fuck did I care when she had two fingers in my ass and a hand pulling on my balls? It would have been nice if she had more hands to touch me everywhere else, but then she was drawing her hands free and pushing in with the dildo next.

The ground didn't muffle my shout. The toy wasn't super long, but it was thicker than the plug, stiffer than her fingers, and it was demanding my body make room as it entered.

"Good or bad?" Hannah asked, pulling her hands away to stroke them up and down my back.

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