Myths and Gargoyles Jamie Hawke (i read a book .TXT) 📖

Finally, Sharon led me to one of the spiritual pools of water, where she dipped herself in, and reached down to scrub. I started moving to join in, but she held up a hand, shooed me back, and then got out.

“What…” I started, but realized what was going on when she got down on all fours, ass facing me, face just above the water.

She didn’t have to say it, and this time, I was ready. I fucking loved her, just like I loved all of them. There wasn’t a thing I could think of I wouldn’t do if any of them asked. Okay, maybe a couple things, but this… Her cute little pink butthole was there just above her pussy, both calling to me. I knelt, looking around her to see that she was staring at her reflection in the water, and I had to ask.

“What’s up with—”

“I’ve always been curious what I would look like while you did this, so… that’s all. Call it an experiment.”

I hesitated, then went back to my business. Kneeling, I took my cock and slid it up her thigh, along her pussy, about to slide in, when she reached back, a hand in the way.

“How’s the saying go?” She glanced over, bit her lip. “You’ve got to lick it, before you…?”

“Oh, sure, of course.”

I got down, unsure what the best position was, going for her pussy from behind, but she said, “Um… Not there.”

“Sorry?” I sat back up, hands moving up her thighs. She didn’t look back, so I assumed she was embarrassed, maybe? Then it hit me why. She didn’t want me to lick her pussy, she wanted me to lick what was currently above her pussy. Her cute little asshole.

She had just washed it, thoroughly, I supposed. I’d never done that, and the idea made me squirm. Then again, this was Sharon. There wasn’t much I wouldn’t do for anyone on the team, so I repositioned myself, kissing her ass cheek, hand moving down between her legs, caressing her clit as my lips and tongue made their way to the center of her ass. She was squirming, clearly loving it, and when my tongue flicked the edge of her asshole, she let out a short gasp. Then a low moan.

Damn, if it was going to give her that much pleasure, I was going all in. But first… a little tease. I moved around it, tongue darting out, lips kissing her closer, then a bit away. One more tongue along her pussy, and then was up on her ass, kissing it, licking it, doing whatever I could without having a clue what I was supposed to do.

Her moans were reward enough, but when she finally pushed herself back and grabbed my cock, nuzzling her face in it and growling, I knew this was going to be fun. She took it deep in her mouth, hand massaging my balls, and then she looked at me with mischievous eyes.

“Now, Shadow training,” she said, and started to transform. “If you lose yourself, focus on our connection. On me and you, not just physical, but emotional.”

“But—”

Her finger, a long claw on it now, went to my mouth. “Ravage me.”

My eyes went wide, and before I knew it my instincts took over, the animal in me unleashing. We were both wolves, but it was like I wasn’t there at all, as I was on her, taking her from behind. The pleasure was intense, my ultra large wolf cock sensing each thrust with many times the pleasure spots than I was used to.

Sure, getting the position was awkward, but soon we had it and she was yelping away, reaching orgasm in wolf form. I got close too, railing away on her and even starting to nibble at her shoulders, but then focused… reeling myself back in.

As the last of her orgasm faded, we started our transformation back.

Flesh, skin on skin again, no wolf fur, no animal noises. Well, maybe some animal noises. She reached back, slid my cock out, and then shifted her hips down, sliding it into another hole. Holy shit, it was tight.

“Now you can cum,” she whispered, bracing herself as I slowly slid the entire length of my cock into her ass.

It only took a few thrusts with how tight she was, how aroused I’d already been from everything we were doing up to that point. Pleasure took hold, not just from her ass but with all of the pleasure points from the experience before piling up, so that when my orgasm hit it was like she was there, pulling it out of me, until there was nothing left.

My cock throbbed in her ass, my body giving out so that I had to collapse onto her, one hand on the ground to steady myself, the other reaching around to massage her breasts. I breathed heavily, kissed her back, and then slowly pulled out.

She turned to me, folding her legs around like in a yoga stretch, and kissed me. “Now you’re getting the hang of this shadow business.”

I laughed. “That’s all it took?”

“We’ll work on it some more, I’m sure,” she replied, causing a surge of aftershock from the orgasm to go through me.

I kissed her back, accepted her hand as she led me into the pool to bathe, and said, “I look forward to it.”

55

Arthur had me training in this sort of pattern for days. Going out into the mists to fight Shades and get stronger, testing my abilities, returning to work on the other aspects of being a protector each night. He kept stressing that there had to be more out there, and that I needed to find this supposed queen of the fairies again, but so far neither was happening.

It got to the point that, although I’d never been stronger or so fulfilled, I was starting to doubt myself. Had I really seen the queen of fairies at all? Or even