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

said, and clucked her tongue, motioning me to follow now that she was dressed.

She guided me along a ledge, the two of us leaping down. We ran in a crouch, stopping at a grouping of trees. There in hiding, pressed together to avoid being caught, we stared into each other’s eyes.

“Who are you, sir, and why do you look at me like that?” Ebrill whispered.

“I…” No answer came to mind, only the intense need to lean forward and kiss her. Our lips met, her eyes wide, but then they closed as she got into it, tongue in my mouth, hands moving along my arms.

She pulled back. “What sorcery is this?”

“None,” I replied. “Other than your beauty pulling me, leaving me with little or no will of my own.” Her scoff was accompanied by an eye roll, making me wonder if what I’d said had really been that bad. It didn’t matter though, because it was true. “My name is Jericho.”

Her hands, I noted, were still on my arms. The mocking in her eyes faded to curiosity again. “Very well, Jericho. Would you mind explaining what you were doing with the likes of them?”

“I wasn’t. I had just come out of the shed and spotted you bathing when they arrived.”

Now her hands pulled back. “You were watching me?”

“No. Not like that.”

“You weren’t watching me?”

“I mean, I didn’t mean to. But there was the threat, and then they—”

A hand on my leg. A smile. “It’s nothing to worry about, as long as you… liked what you saw.”

I gulped and then blinked, remembering where we were. “And those two? The goblin-looking one and the other, who are they?”

“Danger,” she replied, fingers moving up my leg. “Are you afraid?”

“Never,” I lied, although the answer was a tricky one—at the moment, I was more afraid she would pull her hand away than anything else.

“Good, because there’s no need to be. I have you.” Her hand went for my zipper, but she stared at it in confusion. “Are you a priest?”

“What?”

“This chastity belt, it’s—”

I caught her meaning and unzipped my pants for her. “Not a chastity belt. Just, something we use where I’m from. Easy access.”

“Easy… access.” She bit her lip to keep from laughing, then indicated that I should kneel as she pulled my pants and underwear down.

Still amped up from running and not totally sure what was happening, I wasn’t exactly hard yet, but not fully limp. The result was that it appeared I was quite well endowed, and the arch in her eyebrow showed she noticed.

“Now you’ve seen mine, and I’ve seen yours,” she said. “We’re even.”

“We’re what?”

“Go ahead, put that monstrosity away.” There was a hint of a smile to her lips, but she was already turning away, scanning the area for trouble.

“You can’t be serious.”

“I’m sorry, Jericho, but what did you expect? That I would let you take me right here on death’s doorstep?” She shook her head with a chuckle. “Where you’re from, the women must be something else, indeed, if that’s how they behave.”

“Well…” My mind went to the future, to the gargoyle her, and I pursed my lips, to stop from saying anything. ‘Something else’ was right.

I tucked myself away, kind of annoyed by the whole situation, then leaned over to look out at the grassy field and hills beyond. The scent in the air reminded me of honeysuckle, the warm breeze pleasant compared to the humidity of D.C. Having only the night before received a hand job from the future version of this lady, the whole scenario with ‘showing her mine’ didn’t leave me so embarrassed, although technically this had been this Ebrill’s first experience with me in that way.

Glancing over at her, I had to know. “Are you, I mean… do you ever change form?”

Her eyes narrowed as they darted over. “I’m no shifter.”

“Even at night?”

She shook her head, confused. “Do you?”

I chuckled. “No.”

“I have to assume you know some who do, or you wouldn’t be asking such a ridiculous question.”

“In a sense, yes.”

“You seem… decent.” Her eyes lingered on me, weighing. “And yet, you saved me. Or, helped me, anyway, while sneaking a peek.”

I laughed. “Come on, we’re even. You said so.”

“Fair enough. But with your strange style of dress, your odd… accent? You don’t belong here, that’s plain to see. Tell me.”

“You’ll find out more, eventually. The easy version is, I think I’m here to help you, somehow.”

“And how would you help me, exactly? Are you a mage?”

“In training.”

She nodded, eyes moving over me. “But not strong enough to take the likes of those two on, or we wouldn’t have run.”

“Not yet,” I agreed. “Although I have a good trainer.”

“Here they come,” Ebrill said. “Kordelia and Aerona. Act natural, and keep your cock in your pants this time.”

“That’s not fair,” I started, only to feel a splitting headache, followed by everything going blurry.

“Are you feeling well?” she asked and then frowned, eyes roaming over me as I started to fade.

A jolt hit, and then I was back in my room in my aunt’s house.

Ebrill hadn’t left my side—gargoyle Ebrill, that is. As soon as our eyes met, it was clear that she remembered everything that had happened. She was on me in a second, lips pressed against mine, tongue jutting out and toying with my tongue. Her hands moved along my chest and then down, cupping my balls and pulling my hands to her breasts.

You better believe I was into it every bit as much as she was. I moved her armor aside and took her breasts in my hands, playing with her nipples, and then moved from her mouth to take one of those nipples with my lips and nibble on it. I reached down and brushed against the inside of her thigh, about to push her loincloth aside, when a warning went off in my head.

She cringed, apparently feeling it too.

“The wards,” I said, cock throbbing and gut clenching at the thought of stopping now.

Ebrill met my gaze and shook her head.