His tail curls around and snakes up my leg, digging into the soft parts of my thighs with a bruising grip. The tip of his tail skims up the sensitive skin of my vulva, tracing against the seam of my pantyhose as gently as a tongue might.
He gives an impatient flick against me, and I shrug the barest amount. Ok, I may not have been wearing underwear to the meeting, but I had to have something on, even if they’re essentially see-through.
I bite back a moan as his tail hooks deftly against my pantyhose, carving open a seam for better access. He starts to drag his tail back and forth through my folds, slowly languishing, just a little bit deeper with each pass.
I nearly let out a groan when he finds my clit, needing to be touched.
He’s teasing me, trying to pull any kind of sound out of me with his touches.
I have to be quiet, and that’s not something I know for certain I can do. My fingers curl around the railing behind me, and I lean fully back against the wall, parting my thighs as much as I can in this tight space. He flicks across my clit again, and I nod again, trying to contain the shudder that moves through me.
How long can this elevator ride possibly be? I don’t know if I can survive this. I’m biting my lip so hard I’m sure to be causing bruises.
The next floor comes a little before I do, and when the crowd empties out except for Vlad and me. I think maybe one of us should hit the emergency stop button, but he moves from my clit to my cunt, delving into me, curling deliciously in and out just as my release unfurls, clenching and spasming around the tip of his tail.
I let go of the support bar, and he catches me, holding me loosely against his hip. I’m too wobbly to really appreciate the closeness of our bodies for once. As the aftershocks of my orgasm recede, he traces a tender finger over my cheek.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, and tastes the lingering wetness off the end of his tail. The low rumble of his words makes me warm at his approval.
I think I nod, but honestly there’s a good chance I just stare, blissed out, at him, getting lost in the quartz flecks and inclusions in his eyes.
And then the elevator stops, the doors open, and he has to pull away. How can elevator rides be so short?
Someone a bit down the hall calls out, “Vladyr Grotesce! Just the gargoyle I was looking for.”
The shout parts us. Displeasure creases his stony features with cracks as he turns to see who it is, and sighs.
Vlad steps out, giving me a little nod of goodbye, as I’m still panting and weak against the elevator wall. As the doors begin to close, I let my head fall back against the wall and whimper. So close, and yet so far.
12
All evening, I've been ruminating on the elevator. Mentally, I have not left. Physically, I've finally let myself get brought along on the company bar crawl, because when other people got on the elevator, I didn’t really know what else to do with myself. I’ve been surviving the evening on soda and water with lime wedges and humming along in agreement to anything anyone around me says.
I wish I was only reminiscing on what it's like to be tail-fucked, and I mostly am, but I'm also concerned. Somehow, a quickie with Vlad was not enough to satisfy the absolutely feral craving coursing through my loins.
He may need to come inside me so I can really feast off our sexual energy. I haven't done this enough to say that for certain, but I bet that will work.
It feels kind of icky to think of it that way, like I’m using him. But he knows what I am, and he followed me willingly into the elevator. I can’t imagine he doesn’t realize it kind of comes with the territory.
We’re walking from one bar to the next after closing, never mind the aching feet from walking there in office-appropriate flats. Our group is passing back near the hotel again, and some of us are breaking off to head in for the night, while others are discussing where else is still open.
An icy breeze pushes past me as Soven whooshes up to the front to make an announcement before we lose half our people.
“Tomorrow we'll be starting with Khent's presentation with an update on our IT policies for next year, be there at nine. Until then, happy hour is in Iron Bar, tell them to put your drinks on the company tab.”
People applaud and whoop, and I join in a little. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it might be, but there are better ways to spend an evening.
My smile is pinched at best at this point, and I don't think I can tolerate another few hours of existing in a public space; I think I might be with the group heading in for the night. The only reason I kept with them for a few hours was the hope that Vlad might join us, since he was such a team player type and all. It wouldn’t be the frenzied tearing his clothes off I’d been hoping for earlier, but it would have been nice to spend time with him.
The overheard mention of peach tea shots hurries me into the cab with a few other girls, some I still don’t know the name of.
“That gargoyle from Business Development,” one of them murmurs as the door slams behind me. “Is he married? He’s cute.”
There’s just a few too many nods from the others in the cab. Kathy, thankfully, makes a derisive noise. “Ew, that’s my boss.”
“I don’t think gargoyles marry, really,” someone else says.
“Then he’s single, right?” the first one continues.
