CHAPTER#65

"It feels different than the rest."

"Yeah. Scar tissue is different from regular skin, because of how it grows." He touched the scar on her face. He could feel the slight indentation where it sank in, the stone becoming dark and revealing glittering granules inside. "But it's different for gargoyles. You cracked instead of getting burned."

"Yeah." Abella blushed. "I thought it would be worse, but Beth helped me fix it as best as she could. It will fade, but will take several centuries."

"Yeah, well maybe my scars would fade if I could live that long. Humans aren't that great at living past that first century." He let his hand fall onto her chest, moving it over her right breast. He loved how it felt, that unyielding smoothness.

"The first century is super hard on gargoyles too. It's similar to a human's teen years and many of us perished due to stupid decisions."

"Such as?"

She laughed. "Scaring the shit out of people by pretending to be statues was a common trick, but the worst involved swooping down and picking people up and then dropping them. Gargoyles, for lack of a better word, can be dicks. It's part of the reason so many of us were hunted and killed, and I can't really blame humans for it. I might even argue that our behavior caused us to be hunted in the first place."

"Did you used to do stuff like that?"

"Well..." she dragged the word out while unbuttoning his pants. "I spent more of my time pretending to be a statue just to people watch. But early in my adventures I was hiding in a large garden when I spotted the master of the house with one of his maids in the twilight hours."

"Oh?"

She laughed. "He lifted her skirt and took her from behind. It was super casual, with no words spoken. I hung around the estate for many years and found out that he had several bastard children with the help. His own wife was no better. Theirs had been a marriage of convenience, to tie two families together in a trading company partnership. As luck would have it, both of them were very into women."

"That must have made the hiring process easier." He shifted, moving in front of her. "Can you scoot down a little?"

"Sure." She lifted her hips and leaned back. "Like this?"

"Perfect." He had no hope of being able to lift her himself. The base of her tail kept her hips off the ground and he ran his fingers along her thighs until they met in the middle. She let out a small moan, then reached between his hands to stroke his stiffening cock.

He explored the thin edges of all three of her labia, moving his fingers inside of her. He could feel that reflexive squeeze, but it was different from the other girls. Her vaginal walls rotated when she clenched, and her outer lips slid across each other like the aperture of a camera lens.

"Anyway, he would bring the maids out and fuck them, almost always on the same bench. I would sometimes stand there for days, just waiting for a closer look."

"And they never noticed the strange statue that kept moving around?"

"Please. Rich people don't know how many statues they have." She slid her thumb over the head of his penis, teasing the hole with the edge of her thumb. "Do you like how that feels? I saw it in a movie."

"Yeah, but be careful with your thumbnail." He looked down at the dark talons on her hands. "That's a sensitive area."

"But the danger makes it fun, non?" She traced the edge of his frenulum with her nail. "I believe there's a part of me that is far more entertaining than my hands." She pushed his arms aside and sat forward, her mouth now inches from his cock. "And a lot softer too."

"You'll have to show--" he lost his train of thought when she inhaled him completely in one go. Her tongue wrapped around the base of his shaft, providing a smooth, slippery texture for him to slide forward along. The back of her throat slid over his glans and she gurgled, the vibration making his eyes roll up in his head.

"You are soooo good at that," he told her, stroking her stiff hair. She stroked his balls, using one hand to form a ring around the base while the other hand ran circles across his testicles. He shivered, the pleasurable sensation just on the border of hurting. He thrust into her mouth a few times before she pulled herself free, leaving a string of drool from her mouth to his dick.

"Everything about you tastes so good," she muttered, then stroked him with both hands before sucking his balls into her mouth. His hips jerked at the shift in sensation and she pumped him quickly with her hands. Abella's tiny moans vibrated through his scrotum, the sensation again almost unbearable, but very enjoyable.

"You're... you're teasing me, aren't you?"

She made a noise around his balls that could have been, "Uh huh."

"Mmm. I like that." He stroked the back of her head, biding his time. The magic was easier to rouse this time, tiny sparks jumping from his fingertips onto her back. The sparks tumbled down her body, struggling to stay attached. Eventually, Abella stopped pumping his cock and switched back, once again inhaling him into the back of your throat.

Gotcha, he thought, focusing the magic on the tip of his cock. He felt an intense spark jump from his cock into Abella's throat and the sparks on her body all stopped moving.

"Mmph?" she asked, one hand going immediately to her crotch. He tensed up, another spark making the leap into her throat. Her obsidian eyes opened wide and her other hand slammed into the roof. She pulled her mouth off of him, and looked up.