Gargoyle: Kinswoman

Part 11

Instead of an answer he spread his wings wide, fully stretching them across the small space in front of the shed. His smile was wild and proud, revealing some of the frontal teeth that reminded her of canine fangs. You wouldn't know if he smiled at you with his usual way, but now that it stretched his lips, she could clearly see them. She leaned over his shoulder a little, reaching out as far as her hand went and followed the tattoo with her fingers, caressing them over the small bumps of a real skin. She followed it all the way to the head of the dragon before slipping them back towards his back.

She heard a small moan before his fingers traveled up her thighs and rested on her ass while his forehead rested right below her ribcage. A small shiver ran through his arms and shoulders and he let out a ragged breath as she followed the trail once more, learning this new thing about him. He gulped and she pushed back a little, observing his lips hovering above his bellybutton as if he wished to kiss it, but held back.

"You kept your promise." She whispered, feeling his hands travel up her thighs and rest on her ass. "When you didn't ask more when I wasn't ready to tell you. I think that is worth a small reward?"

"Oh?" His fingers squeezed down on her buttocks, sending electricity up her spine and she felt her thigh muscles twitch.

"You can ask for one thing." She said, her fingers feathering over the small area that made him whimper in the most delicious way.

She felt embarrassingly greedy, watching him rip his muscles as he swung the ax and shredded the tree stumps. He wasn't much different from human, aside the large wings, which he now presented like a blackbird courting his female. His skin tone reminded her of granite, with it darkening near his wings and on his belly, which she found a bit odd. She didn't have anything to compare it with to really give it much thought of how odd it actually was, but most animals had lighter bellies and it just struck her as odd one out. Would others have lighter bellies, or was it opposite in their world?

Another thing she thought about, as she stroked his wings behind him, close to climbing on his lap like she had in the morning, was that he had no hair aside his facial hair. It felt sandy in some places, but there were no hair.

They'd slept in the same bed, shared what pained them, and now she wanted more than simple companionship. She'd say, she wanted more than simple fuck as well, but that would be too much.

She found it odd that she wanted more when they had known each other not more than three days, maybe even less, but she knew it was what her mind was after. It scared her at the same time, because it was exactly how she'd chosen to follow Robert and marry the bastard. She couldn't have know he'd turn out to be a jealously angry man, whose only way to feel bigger was to make sure she was lower than grass. Following your gut instincts meant you'd have to live with the consequences, including the bad ones.

She didn't get the same vibe from Bascun, but she wasn't ready to explore the reasons behind it right now. She was willing to offer him his reward, no matter what he'd ask.

"What if I go greedy and ask for something that consists of many things?"

She thought about it for a second and then smiled. "One thing." She repeated. "No re-collecting later, no tricks, no continuing later. One thing and I will give it to you."

Why not? His eyes were questioning her in silence, but he must have come to the answer himself, because his lips never formed the words.

There simply wouldn't be a second time. After she saw Selene, she would return here, no matter how meager excuse of a life it seemed compared with the new and exiting one Bascun represented. And if there was no next one, then there was no collecting later for a reward.

His eyes didn't leave hers, but his hands fell away from her butt. He leaned back slightly and his hands moved on her belt.

She darted away for a second, to check if they truly were out of sight for Isilia, who had been humming under the tree just a minute ago, but she couldn't see anything. Her eyes turned back on his serious stare and blushed hard.

This wasn't how she usually acted. With Robert she hardly tolerated it in bedroom, but she'd never done it –

Was he really going to do it here? And what was he doing?

"Ask for it!" Her voice sounded rough to her own ears, but she made no attempt to stop his hands, allowing them to yank her hips as he eagerly opened the buckle.

"A kiss." He said, not a glimpse in his eyes to say he planned to deceive her.

She frowned, confused.

They had agreed with no kissing on the lips, but still she'd expect one on her neckline or hands, or –

Oh!

The button on her jeans jumped open and she bit down a gasp while his hands continued with her zipper, opening it all the way.

Her hands flew on his shoulders, demanding him to stop without realizing it herself. She wasn't sure about it and it colored her cheeks even more. The singing under the tree stopped and she panicked. He didn't stop moving his hands, his eyes still locked with hers.

No, she started shaking her head. She thought about Isilia moving around, coming around the corner, imagine being caught and realized that wasn't what had her shaking her head. No, it wasn't the fear of doing something naughty, but she wasn't sure what he was doing and it unnerved her. But she didn't want him to go...

"Oh!" She let out a gasp when he yanked her trouser below her hips, only enough to reveal her hip line. Her knickers followed the route as they too found themselves pulled lower, but he didn't pull them all the way down. Both pieces of clothing ended up hanging on her, supported by his left hands placed on her hip.

"Shit, what -" Her mouth opened, but not a single sound followed as she gaped on the sudden sensation of his lips only inches from her slit. Her hips jerked back, but his hold tightened on her hip and she found herself being led back to his lips. Her knees jerked.

He latched on to her, sucking the sensitive skin in his mouth, massaging it with his lips. His tongue circled it, not once losing the contact with it as he made love to the spot, his short beard adding to the scruffy sensation.

Her vision blurred, watching him close his eyes, the dedication on his face as he kept lapping at it, content. Her fingers moved on their own accord to his neck and began slowly playing with his jaw and ears, listening the soft sounds of pleasure he couldn't control and she smiled, swaying a little, when she realized he had managed to clear out her brain in one sweep of his tongue.

He pressed a gentle kiss on top of now flaming hickey right above her slit before she felt the cotton being pulled on top of it, followed by her jeans and then he closed her buckle, smiling timidly.

"Wow, that's like a..." blow job for women, she hummed, clearly shaken by it, her mind going over the edges of the inflamed flesh, testing its movement against gruff feeling fabrics and coming back to surface of reality. It felt odd, wet and... there. There was no better way to put it – he'd left her something that was simply there, her own. Nobody would see it, but she would know it was there and suddenly it warmed her heart enough that she leaned down, pulled his chin higher and pecked a quick kiss on the root of his nose.

"Beautiful." She gave him her approval and walked away, slightly off balance, but otherwise more than happy with the spring-like sensation that made her heart sing.