Page 31 of Gaga for the Gargoyle
I need more. I reach down to grab Xander’s horns and pull him closer. He must sense what I’m asking for because his tongue dips inside me, and I groan as it expands to fit my pussy.
What the hell? His tongue grows?
“Yes, Kitten, it grows.”
Oops. Didn’t realize I asked that out loud. Why didn’t he do that the first time he went down on me? I suppose last night was already…overwhelming.
He’s thrusting his meaty tongue in and out of me at a casual pace. He loves savoring me—mytaste. I tug on his horns again, needing him to go faster.
“Patience, Evangeline,” he mumbles, then gets back to work.
Xander’s wings somehow peel my hands off his horns and pins them above my head.
Oh. OH. I like this.
I squirm beneath him, and the wings press down harder, making sure I’m not going anywhere.
While Xander’s tongue works my greedy cunt, his bulbous tail presses on the sensitive bundle of nerves and starts vibrating.
“Oh, fuck, Xander, please.”
His hands slip underneath my shirt to my tits—I’m not wearing a bra—and he takes both nipples between his fingers, twisting and pinching and nearly sending me over the edge.
It feels like I’m being fucked by more than one person. The overstimulation is euphoric, sending me into a state of ecstasy.
No other man—being—will ever be good enough.
His mouth ravages me. His hands worship me. And that vibrating tail applies the perfect amount of pressure, as if he’s able to read my thoughts and know what I want.
Come for me, Kitten.
It was Xander’s voice, but he didn’t speak those words out loud, because he never took his mouth off my cunt.
Still, the command is my undoing. My back arches off the countertop, and my entire body shakes as I climax.
Once I’m done, Xander removes his tongue, and his wings release my arms. He crawls up my body and hovers over me, making sure to keep his weight off me.
He smiles, his fangs showing. Did he have them out the entire time while eating me out? If so, I never felt them scrape against me.
I watch, eyes wide, as the pointed teeth slowly retract.
Oh. So he can control them?
“They like to slide out when I’m…turned on.”
He must have seen the confusion on my face.
“When you’re ready, I can use them on you to enhance your pleasure.”
“Use them on me? Do you mean...bite me? Like a vampire?”
“Yes.”
“You’ll drink my blood?”
“I keep telling you I’m a beast, Evangeline. I consume blood.”
Why am I not disgusted by this? “Have you ever killed...um...”
