Page 26 of Eggsactly the Right Gargoyle

My mouth and hands explore every inch of her, learning what makes her gasp, what makes her moan, what makes her call my name. Her skin tastes like sunshine and honey, addictive and perfect. When I reach her pussy, I look up, seeking permission.

“Yes,” she says, reading the question in my eyes. “Please, Dorian.”

I taste her then, plunging my tongue into her slit to find her most sensitive places. She tangles her hands tangle in my silver-white hair, guiding me to the right spots and encouraging me as her hips rise to meet me. The grove pulses around us with a rhythm that matches our own.

“Oh, god,” she whispers, her legs trembling against my shoulders. “Right there.”

I follow her guidance, savoring her sweetness while sucking on her clit and taking in her every reaction. Her breathing quickens as little gasps punctuate the night air. The magic of the grove seems to flow between us now, connecting us in ways I never thought possible as I lick her pussy and suck her clit lightly while she writhes and moans.

When she finally comes apart under my touch, she arches her back, crying out my name to the star-filled sky above. Her cream floods my mouth, and I lap eagerly. At that exact moment, the flowers surrounding our bower burst into spectacular bloom, releasing clouds of luminescent pollen that drift through the night air like fireflies.

She gasps, trailing her fingers down my face as she pulls me up for a deep, passionate kiss. Her eyes, when she finally opens them, reflect the magical glow all around us. “Incredible.”

“We’re just getting started,” I say, positioning myself above her and pressing my cock to her entrance. “If you’re sure?”

“I’ve never been surer of anything,” she says, wrapping her legs around my waist.

I enter her slowly, giving her time to adjust to my unique form. The sensation is overwhelming as the heat and pressure form a connection deeper than physical. Her eyes widen, and the golden rings around her irises glow brightly as our magics intertwine along with our bodies.

“Oh.” She exhales raggedly and grips my shoulders when I settle deeply into her pussy. “That’s...different. Good different.”

I remain still, letting her acclimate. “Tell me when you’re ready for me to move.”

She nods, then rolls her hips experimentally. The motion sends pleasure coursing through my shaft, making my wings shudder. “Now,” she says. “Please, now.”

I begin to move, establishing a rhythm that has her gasping with each thrust. I pull out almost entirely before plunging in deeply again, groaning at the way her inner walls clamp around my cock with each movement.

The grove responds to our union, the magic swirling around us in visible currents of gold and silver. The moss beneath us cradles our bodies while the vines above us weave tighter.

Talia moans, digging her nails into my stone shoulders. “Don’t stop.”

“Couldn’t if I wanted to.” When I increase my pace, spreading my wings wide to create a canopy over us both, the sensitive membranes catch the magical currents and amplify the sensations coursing through my body.

Our magics merge completely, gold and silver becoming one brilliant light that illuminates our bower as I continue pistoning in and out of her wet pussy. I can feel Talia’s pleasure as if it were my own and sense the building tension in her body, along with her approaching release as her walls spasm around me.

“Together,” I urge, feeling my own climax approaching. “Let go with me.”

She nods, her gaze locked with mine, the golden rings now so bright they nearly obscure the brown. Her pussy clamps tightly around me, pushing me closer to the edge as she starts to quiver.

When release comes, it crashes through us both simultaneously. Talia cries out my name, arching her back off the moss bed. I roar, my wings fully extended, shuddering with pleasure more intense than anything I’ve experienced in five centuries of existence.

The grove explodes with magic. Every flower blooms at once, releasing clouds of luminescent pollen. The grass glows so brightly it rivals daylight. The boundary stones pulse with power, strengthening the protective dome around us. The earth itself seems to sigh in satisfaction, cradling us in its embrace.

Slowly, the intensity fades, leaving us wrapped in each other’s arms, our bodies still joined, our breathing gradually returning to normal. I shift to the side, careful not to crush Talia with my weight, but keep her close against me.

“That was...” she begins, then laughs softly. “I don’t even have words.”

“Magical?” I suggest, pressing a kiss to her forehead.

“Literally,” she agrees, gesturing at the transformed grove around us. “I think we just supercharged the entire restoration process.”

She’s right. The grove has changed dramatically in the span of our lovemaking. Plants that were merely sprouting this morning now stand fully grown. Flowers that were budding have bloomed into magnificent blossoms that glow with inner light. Even the ancient tree above us seems rejuvenated, its bark smoother, with its leaves fuller and more vibrant.

“We should probably be more scientific about this,” I say, though I make no move to get up. “Document the changes and analyze the magical signatures.”

Talia laughs, snuggling closer against my chest. “Later. Right now, I just want to enjoy this moment.”

I wrap my wing around her like a blanket, sheltering her from the cool night air. “As you wish.”

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