"How does that work?" I asked.
"I do not know with certainty, but I believe I must have retained the ability to shift forthatpurpose alone," Devereaux mused. With an amused laugh, he added, "Perhaps the soul Argon infused me with is very modest."
Devereaux had briefly explained about his creation and his past with Argon, but honestly, most of it went over my head. I didn't know the first thing about magic or alchemy or whatever it was that Argon had done to bring Devereaux into this world. All I knew was that I wassoglad he did.
"Does it work like a usual cock?" I asked.
Despite having it out in front of me, Devereaux seemed flustered by the crude word. "I am not sure. Is that what you wish?"
"I'm just curious. I love yours either way," I said with a smile. "Did you ever touch yourself when you could shift into human form?"
Devereaux shook his head. "I did not. I was always too preoccupied by thinking and philosophizing and wishing to break my curse."
I ran my hand over his cheek. "Well, good thing you don't have to worry about that anymore."
He returned my smile. "Indeed. It is odd... Though I have no experience being intimate, the urge comes naturally to me." He paused before telling me his next remark, like he wasn't sure how I would respond. "I, erm, accidentally became a voyeur to a coupling before we met..."
I laughed out loud. "And? How was it?"
I'm sure his face would've been beet-red if he could blush. "Truth be told, I did not see much before they saw me and ran off screaming..."
"Forget them. We can make our own fun."
I took Devereaux's hand and led it down to my tenting pants. I'd been hard for a while now and I was eager for his hands on me. As soon as he felt my cock, a sound between a growl and a purr rumbled in his chest. I thought that was an adorable sound that gargoyles apparently made.
Devereaux's fingers gently worked me through my pants. As pleasure sparked, I relaxed against the bed with a soft moan. Even though his fingers were made of stone, Devereaux was soft and gentle. Fuzzy warmth seeped through my body and I arched into it. Even with the fabric in the way, it felt so good.
Hooking his other hand into my pants, Devereaux slowly peeled them off. Soon I lay naked in front of him, just like he was. I wanted to feel all of him. I pressed my chest against his so we were flush together, skin to stone. His body felt so sturdy and strong, and safe and warm despite being a living statue. I could've stayed snuggled against Devereaux forever.
But soon my building desire licked my nerves like flames. As much as I wanted to cuddle, I also wanted to be fucked.
"Can you put it in me?" I asked.
Devereaux paused, not from hesitation but because his faceted gemstone eyes were raking over my naked body like I was a piece of art. His large hands stroked me from chest to ass. When he was touching my legs, he gently pushed them apart. I gasped as I felt fluid trickle out of me and onto the sheets. I was already wet for him.
"Can you... smell my scent?" I wondered out loud. Usually alphas went nuts over the scent of an aroused omega, but Devereaux was special in many ways.
"Yes," he said in a thick voice.
As if to demonstrate, Devereaux inhaled deeply. It was so strange to see the nostrils on the end of his muzzle expand and contract like that. He was technically a statue, but he moved like a flesh-and-blood creature.
That reminds me...
I glanced down at Devereaux's cock, wondering if it was capable of doing the same thing. And sure enough, I saw it pulsing.
My mate was seriously one of a kind.
Watching his grey cock twitch with excitement ramped up my eagerness, too. I parted my thighs, getting into the most comfortable position. Devereaux accepted my invitation. Slowly, he pressed the head of his cock to my slick entrance. It was cool and smooth. It made me think of a porcelain dildo. Was there even such a thing?
Probably.
My thoughts cut off as Devereaux slowly thrust into me. My mind whited out as pleasure crashed into me like a wave. The cool, firm pressure of his cock filling me was amazing. I moaned, closing my eyes and letting myself float away on this cloud of contentment.
"Are you all right?" Devereaux asked.
Even now, he was sweet as ever. "Totally all right. Keep doing what you're doing."
"As you wish."
