Page 54 of Fated to the Gargoyle

“I…” Whatever excuse I had dies under that gold stare.

“I am disappointed, Treasure.” His lip pulls back off his fangs. “You said you wanted me to ruin your hard work again.”

Oooh, I played with my monster a little too much.

“Another time,” he says. I nod anyway, and his hand slides down from my hair to the waist of my leggings.

The claw at my waistband curls. “I want my tongue in you. Now.”

“Oh god,” I whisper.

He moves too fast for me to follow. He yanks my leggings and panties off together, and they land somewhere I’ll worry about tomorrow. Then the world flips. I’m hanging upside down off the bed with my legs kicking at the ceiling, and his arm locks around my hips like the lap bar on a ride I did not read the warnings for.

His tongue sweeps up me, one long drag from my pussy all the way back over every last private inch of me, and I scream. “Soren⁠⁠—!”

He keeps licking. My legs keep kicking, and his arm doesn’t budge. The front of his pants is straining hard enough to pop right in front of my hanging face. I did not sew that seam to hold monster. I grab the waistband and work him free, and his dick springs up long and heavy right at me.

Oh my god. It’s even bigger than I remembered.

Then he stuffs his tongue inside me, deeper than any man could ever reach, and thinking is over for me.

He is not talking and he is not asking permission. That tongue is not human. It curls and drags in and out of me while I swing upside down in his grip, and my whole world turns into his mouth and the blood pounding in my ears. I can’t tell if I’m dizzy from the hanging or dizzy from him, and I quit trying to tell. He growls into me, and the growl rolls through everywhere our bodies touch. The sounds coming out of that monster are wet and downright shameless, and he wants me to hear every bit of it.

I come screaming, still hanging upside down, and he pulls his tongue out slow and swallows.

Then he grunts deep. His dick jumps right in front of my eyes, and he comes without a hand on himself. It pulses out of him thick and heavy, spilling to the floor. I stare in horror at the amount. It keeps coming. His dick twitches with every pulse. He groans through all of it and never stops licking me.

Then his tongue pushes back into me, deeper, and I’m screaming again. I claw at his stomach and my toes curl in the open air. He starts the whole thing over from the top, and he is plain nasty about it. I love every part I manage to stay conscious for.

My fingers go numb and my legs quit kicking, hanging limp in the air while he finishes what he started. His tongue slides out of me and snaps back into his mouth. Then he flips me right side up and lays me on the bed, gentle as can be. I don’t understand how something that nasty can be this sweet.

I lie there catching my breath in pieces. He puts his hand soft on my chest and leans over me with the worry already back in those gold eyes. “Treasure⁠⁠—”

“Don’t start.” I get a whole lungful of air and spend it all at once. “Shut up and fuck me like a monster.”

He presses his forehead to mine. “I am going to worship you.”

Then he shreds my shirt and bra straight off my body.

If he keeps tearing up my clothes, I’m gonna have to update my wardrobe weekly.

He flips me onto my stomach and pulls my hips up in the air. We have not tried it this way, and there is a LOT of him to be trying it with.

But first he spreads me open with two careful claws and puts his mouth back on me. That tongue works my pussy and everything else it can find. My arms give out and my face drops into the mattress. There are tears now, the good kind. Behind me, my ancient king-guarding gargoyle is drooling and gone stupid off my body.

I love it. Lord help me, I love it.

I throw a hand back at him. He catches my wrist mid-air and pulls his tongue free with that snap. He lays my arm right back down on the mattress where he wants it.

Then I feel the wide base of him settle against me, and my mouth falls open.

He pushes in.

He’s careful going in, and he is not quiet about it either. He comes as he enters me, jerking and pulsing inside me with his claws pressed into my hips, filling me before he’s even halfway in. He pushes deeper. I stretch around him in slow burning inches, fuller than I have ever been in my whole life, and the sound I come out with is not a word in any language.

He keeps going, deeper and deeper, until I’d swear on every tip I ever made that he’s up in my belly, in places nothing has ever been.

Buckle up, Treasure. You asked for the monster. Now you’ve got him.