CHAPTER#06

"I watch you all the time, from above. And sometimes it makes me think of that time we, you know..." Abella said shyly as she forced a smile. "And I was hoping we could maybe do that again."

"Go to the greenhouse?" He asked.

"No." Abella shook her head. "I want to have those... feelings again." The first time Mike had met Abella, she had rescued him from the Mandragora plant, which had hungrily dragged him into the greenhouse. The interior of the greenhouse was like a separate world, and the two of them had become stranded on a cliff side with an approaching storm. Her life force drained by the Mandragora, she had suggested a sexual coupling to transfer enough energy to her body to fly away to safety.

"I see." Mike reached out a hand to push a strand of jet black hair across her forehead. It felt stiff like hay, but yielded. "It seems like that was forever ago." Even though it had only been last week, he had been nearly killed on three separate occasions. Each time, Abella had been there for him, and perhaps he wasn't spending nearly as much time with her as he should be.

"Yes," Abella agreed. "Things have been pretty busy."

"Well, this time, we don't have a storm approaching." Moving in, he slid a hand around her waist. "So maybe we should take our time."

"Okay," she whispered, his lips finding hers. He had to take care, for though her skin yielded to his touch, it was still far tougher than his own flesh. She gently kissed him back, her tongue finding his, and one of his hands slid beneath her wings to caress her breasts. They were like giant stress relief balls, the flesh moving but requiring serious hand strength to do so. Mike squeezed them roughly causing Abella to moan into his mouth. Her breasts didn't have nipples, so he allowed his fingers to roam, squeezing them from beneath and then sliding across her stony flesh, his hands moving down to squeeze her ass.

"Mmh!" Abella moaned, Mike's hands squeezed the part of her ass attached to her tail, pushing in and massaging the base of it. She leaned into him, the weight of her knocking him back, and he held on, pushing back with all of his strength.

"Abella..." He was struggling to remain upright.

"Go with it." Pushing him back on the roof, Abella's body moved over his, her wings extending wide as she slid along his body. She fumbled with his belt, yanking on the buckle hard enough to break it before tugging down his pants.

Mike's cock, freed from its prison, bridged the gap between them. It rubbed along the base of her stomach, and she moved over him, her powerful thighs spreading out. Her mouth found his again, and she stroked him gently with one hand, teasing her own opening with his cock.

"Two can play at that," Mike said, rubbing her clit. Instead of two labia, Abella actually had three, forming a triangular opening that parted with a little difficulty due to the stiffness of her flesh. However, she was much softer on the inside, which Mike was reminded of as she shoved herself down on him.

"Oh fuck!" Her wings extended, flapping hard enough that both of them lifted off of the ground about a foot. Her powerful legs halted their descent, Mike's body held pinned between them. He could feel her restraint, her desire to ride him without limit, but they both knew if she did it, she would crush him.

"That feels so good," Mike told her, running his hands up her hips and down her thighs. She moaned softly into the breeze that had picked up along the roof, her voice carried away by the wind.

"You're so soft," Abella moaned, her hands on his chest, squeezing his pecs. "And you feel so smooth."

"Maybe I should grow a beard?" Mike suggested with a grin. Abella placed a finger at his lips, shushing him. Rocking back and forth, she played with herself, leaning back to give Mike a phenomenal view of his cock sinking into the gargoyle. Her powerful legs pistoned her up and down, and she squeezed her eyes shut, holding her breath as her breasts rose and fell with each sudden shift of her body.

"Oh... oh... OH!" Abella opened her eyes, staring up at the sky, her hips twitching as her fingers worked frantically at the upper fold of her pussy. Her large, ruby clitoris was fully exposed to the air now, and Mike could see it glowing with its own inner light. Abella let out a large, final gasp, and then sank all the way down on his cock, her body relaxing as she leaned forward, a smile on her face.

Abella kissed him, hard enough at first that he knew his upper lip was going to bruise. Softening her body, she sighed through her mouth into his, her tongue exploring his. She suddenly broke off the kiss, her obsidian eyes shining lustfully, "I want to taste you."

"Be my guest." He stood up, lowering his pants to his knees. Abella crouched, her legs easily locking in place so that his cock was at mouth level. Licking her lips, she licked gently around the head of his dick, getting it nice and wet. Mike shivered, the cool air across the sensitive skin of his glans almost too much. There was a breeze across the roof that he hadn't noticed before.

Abella leaned forward, sucking him in. Her lips worked their way up and down his thick shaft, and he started to butt up against the back of her throat. Abella didn't seem to mind, and Mike immediately wondered if gargoyles even had a gag reflex.

"Do you like that?" Abella asked, leaning away.

"I do." Mike smiled at her, stroking her jaw. "But I like it a bit rougher than that."

"Oh." Abella frowned. "I'm afraid I'll hurt you if I go any faster.."