He felt for her pleasure spot, for surely their kind had them, too. She squirmed on his hand, whimpering, though no place seemed better than another until he rubbed her upper wall.
“That’s it,” she gasped, grinding into his touch. “Right there, that’s good.”
Though his needy cock leaked jealously down his thigh, it gave him a grim satisfaction to please her this way, so he didn’t stop. He merely clasped her neck with his free hand and drew her back into a kiss. His tongue stroked hers as his finger pumped into her until she was a wailing, shuddering mess, back bowed with her pleasure.
Chapter 7
A Fitting End
Maggie
He was so serious and determined, she had to laugh. Never had she had a partner with such single-mindedness when it came to delivering her enjoyment. It took that sort of focus to guard a whole village, she supposed.
“This was intended to be your goodbye, not an argument to keep you around,” she teased, thighs still quivering. “You’d havedone better to leave me dripping and unsatisfied. Then I’d be glad to see the back of you.”
Evrard huffed, burying his face in her neck, rubbing his head against the side of hers. This, too, reminded her of how cats scent-marked the people they liked. Big kitten. He was such a dear. She hoped she could make him feel half as good.
She reached down to grasp the heft of his cock, which had been making itself known. She’d expected the same stony, textured hide as the rest of him, but his skin there was soft as moss over the stiffness of his erection. A luxury. He was full of surprises.
Guiding him between her legs, she notched the head at her entrance. He sucked in a breath, his hips bucking forward automatically so the head slipped inside.
The stretch when she sank down on him was glorious. She wound a leg around his thigh, holding him to her, urging him on. “You’re going to be hard to forget, Evrard-at-the-gate.”
“Then remember.” He pushed in further, then paused to let her body relax enough to take more.
She moaned, lids fluttering with the strain of the stretch. It was too good. No man would compare after this. She’d always known marriage would be a disappointment, though. As it would comprise the rest of her life, the only solution was to fully enjoy this while it lasted.
She was only vaguely conscious of more voices nearby. Evrard froze, squeezing her hips in a harsh reminder to be quiet. Thank goodness for the privacy of his wings that hid her abandoned modesty. At this point, she didn’t care if someone saw her with her skirts rucked up and half-speared on a stone cock, as long as she could stay that way.
She giggled helplessly into his chest even as he growled at her, which just made her giggle more. She clucked at him playfully. “Don’t fuss, they’re gone and none the wiser.”
He flipped them around so her back was pressed against the wall and seated his cock all the way inside her in one swift thrust. Another surprise now that she could feel it fully: the base of it widened, the swell making her toes curl and her mouth go slack.
It felt so good, she couldn’t even think, let alone hang onto him if he flew through the air. At this rate, they wouldn’t get there before she fell to pieces again, anyway. Maggie cursed the sea and sky like the fishwife she was.
“Slow down,” she gasped, worried he might finish before they were airborne. “Don’t rush it.”
“Don’t fuss,” Evrard said slyly, stroking in and out of her and giving her no respite. What a delicious brute.
“Aren’t you going to take me flying?” Not that she minded it like this, pinned up against the wall in the shadows. Furtive and frantic, it was nicer than it had any right to be. Pity he was leaving. She should have availed herself of the gargoyle long ago rather than wasting her time with village men.
He grunted in the affirmative and released her, withdrawing his swollen cock from her depths. It left her feeling off-balance, like she’d just returned from a moon at sea. Abruptly, he tugged the front of her chemise down, baring her breasts to the cool night air. She supposed it was only fair since his breeches were open, his lush, velvety cock on full display, still dewy with her moisture.
For the first time she understood what he’d been about earlier, with the fruit. She wanted to eat him up. Sink her teeth into him. And from the way he was looking at her, he felt the same way.
Her nipples contracted to painful points under his hungry gaze. He dipped his head, pulling one breast into his mouth in a deep draw that she felt to her core. He gave the other side the same thorough treatment as she clutched him to her chest, crowning him with kisses until he pulled away, leaving her wanting yet again.
“Now,” he grunted, turning her so her backside was nestled against the cradle of his thighs. He tugged up her skirts and parted her drawers so his cock could seek her center again. He pushed inside without ceremony, and she was so grateful to be filled again.
The stretch was just as good as before. Maybe better, for now his strong arms banded around her, one hand cupping between her legs while the other crossed her chest to squeeze her exposed breasts. Sothat’swhy he’d pulled down her chemise—so he could touch them while he flew. She was oddly charmed by his forethought.
She would not be able to hang onto him this way. She had to rely on him completely. She clutched his forearms for dear life, anyway, mere moments before he pushed off from the ground.
Wide wings lifted them up, up, up in breathless beats. They were high in the air in a matter of seconds, his hold on her thrillingly tight. She knew he wouldn’t drop her, but the sensation of her feet dangling in empty space was new and disconcerting.
She forced herself to look down. The village lanterns were tiny, winking stars below, the sea like an endless black night to the east. Then they broke through the low, damp clouds, and the whole world disappeared.
It was just moonlight above and mist below, the whisper and snap of Evrard’s wings the only sounds.
