Page 64 of Gaga for the Gargoyle
His hands fall to my hips, and he uses his gargoyle strength to hold me in place as his bulbous cock pounds in and out of me.
“Harder, Xander, I need more.”
“You want more?” he asks, amusement filling his voice. “I can give you more.”
His tail snakes around my backside and the tip presses at my puckered hole.
Xander pauses his thrusts.
“We’ve been stretching you out. Do you think you can take my tail while I fill your cunt with my cock?”
“Yes,” I groan and squirm in his arms.
“That’s a good girl. My tail’s end is going to transform into a phallic shape. It self-lubricates so it can slide into you better, okay?”
No fucking way.
He doesn’t let me respond before the dick-shaped end of his tail enters me. I arch my back at the sensation. The tail pulls out then thrusts back in.
I’ve never felt so full.
Xander finds a rhythm. His cock driving into me in tandem with his tail, both vibrating at their highest strength.
That sends me over the edge, but my king isn’t being patient and keeps fucking me through the orgasm.
“I want four more tonight. Can you do that for me, Kitten?”
“Yes,” I groan, and he moves one hand between our bodies and presses down on my clit.
I clutch his neck hard enough that my nails dig into his skin. I don’t know how he’s able to keep me held in place with just one arm. Despite knowing I could survive the fall; I’d rather not plummet to the ground. But my fears fade the longer Xander massages my clit, quickly pulling orgasm number two from me.
“Three more.”
And I give him three more. One when his mouth teases my taut nipples while he fucks my cunt and ass. Another when he lifts me to his face so he can eat me out. The fifth and final orgasm hits when he fucks me until his cock knots, and he pours all his cum inside me.
“If sky sex means five orgasms, we’re going to need to do this more often,” I say, trying to catch my breath.
Xander is still inside me as he leisurely flaps his wings to keep us stationary in the air.
“Maybe once a month?” Xander asks.
“Or once a week.”
“Every night?”
“I like your thinking,” I laugh. “I do have a question though.”
Xander wipes a piece of sweaty hair off my forehead. “Yes, my love.”
“What happens when you remove yourself from me?”
“What do you mean?”
“Um… well… since moving to NYC, I’ve been shit on by a bird twice while walking down the sidewalk. Was that really a bird or gargoyle cum that fell during sky sex?”
My king bursts into a fit of laughter, his entire body shaking.
“I’m serious!”
