CHAPTER 146

He moved down her body, and she groaned in disappointment when his cock was no longer between her breasts. Her legs moved apart, and he maneuvered himself between them to get a clear view of her tail. He took it from her hands and spent a few minutes fucking her with it. The stone of her tail was even smoother than her breasts, as if it had been polished.

"You have something I want far more than my tail," she finally muttered.

He was about to pull her tail out but paused. After watching all three of her labia expand and contract to accommodate the girth of her tail, it occurred to him that she could probably be stretched even further.

He lowered his bare ass onto her tail, using it to support his weight. Once his cock was just outside her pussy, he pulled her tail out until it tapered to a blunt point. Satisfied that what was about to happen was possible, he rubbed his cock along her tail and then held them together before pushing them back against her labia.

"Why not both?" he asked, and then pushed his way forward.

Abella gasped and slammed her hands into the ground hard enough to tear gouges in the turf. Mike groaned with effort as he attempted to handle his own cock and her tail, eventually stretching out her lips. Double penetrating her vaginally was difficult due to her stony exterior, but her interior was hot and inviting. Her tail looked smooth from a distance, but actually had ridges that rubbed against the bottom of his shaft as he pressed into her.

The gargoyle had slipped into French, her eyes closed as she released a monologue of words "Oh mon Dieu, Merde! Putain oui!"

Around them, the clearing blazed with color as the stream erupted. Bubbles circled them, each one looking like a tiny plasma ball as the sparks that formed along his body jumped into them. He watched in astonishment as his magic spread out and dominated the clearing.

Flowers bloomed in fast forward until they exploded, and the trees shook so hard that he thought a storm was blowing in. All the while, Abella cried out as her hands and feet tore grooves in the dirt and stone beneath them.

He was shaking now, unable to control his muscles as his magic raced free. One moment, it felt like electricity. The next, it became music. It was wild and uncontrollable, and he had no idea how to make it stop or otherwise control it.

Abella grabbed him by the thighs, her fingers pressing into his flesh hard enough that he gritted his teeth in pain. Letting go of her tail, he pumped himself into her tight, pulsing sex as tiny spurts of cum leave his body. The water was circling them now, hissing with magic.

Abella's wings unfurled, crushing the nearby flowers as she let out a cry. Mike leaned forward to kiss her breasts, but she put up a hand and held him back. Steam rose from her sternum as bubbles popped against her skin, and when she came, a tiny burst of heartfire shot into the sky from her mouth and vanished in the breeze.

"Don't...not inside..." she managed to gasp out between balls of fire.

"Holy shit!" It occurred to him now that whatever was happening to him was now being directly channeled into her body as fuel. He moved his hips until his cock popped free, causing her tail to unfold beneath him with a thud.

The cold air on his cock sent chills up his spine and he let out a grunt and grabbed the base of his shaft. Uncertain where to spill his seed, he let out a groan and blasted thick ropes of cum all across Abella's stomach and torso.

There was a thunderclap overhead as the clearing came to a standstill. Bubbles turned into mist that fell from the sky like a light rain, and he fell forward onto Abella, fully aware that he was also lying in his own bodily fluids.

The gargoyle sighed and played with his hair.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

She nodded. "I will be," she said. "I could feel your magic deep inside, traveling through my body. When it reached my heart, I...couldn't hold it in any longer. I was afraid if you came inside of me, I might explode."

"That's...not a thing, is it?"

She laughed. "No, not literally. I eat energy, and I haven't felt so full in a long time." She patted her belly for emphasis.

He looked up at her, rolling his head along her breast so that he could see her better. "It didn't happen to heal your wing did it?"

"Hmm?" She flexed her wing and he saw the cracks were still there. "Should it have?"

"I suppose not." It would have been damn convenient though.

"Mike?" Abella moved her hand into his hair and held him close. "Are you glad I came?"

He ran his hand along her belly, then squeezed her hip. "Of course, I am."

"Am I...are we enough for you? Me and the others?"

He could feel the insecurity in her voice, the sudden shift in her tone. Where was this coming from? He had a pretty good idea, but didn't want to discuss his relationship with Velvet. Even he didn't entirely know what was going on there.

"Each one of you is more than I can handle," he told her. "But I manage, somehow. I spend every day hoping that I'm still enough. I'll admit that there are times I worry that I'm neglecting one of you, or that I haven't given you enough attention. I promise it's purely a numbers game, there's only one of me after all."