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

We made it back to the house and I paused, looking each of them in the eyes in turn. “I had fun today. Let’s… try to enjoy more of our lives like this, sometimes. Right?”

“I’d love that,” Steph said.

Megha nodded. “As long as I’m around.”

I chuckled, taking what I could from her.

The door creaked open, and Galahad stood there, smiling pleasantly. “Good, you’re back.”

“Was there trouble?” I asked.

“I’ve been talking with Riland, about,” he turned to Steph, “your friends.”

“My friends?” Steph frowned in confusion.

“The wraith knights. My old friends, no? Well, if that’s so… I think I might be able to help them get some of their self-awareness back, help them to be themselves again.”

Her eyes went wide, her lip twitching. All she could do was nod.

“Come, let’s talk,” Galahad said, guiding her to the family room nearby.

“Wait,” I said, and caught up to them. “Steph, does this mean… anything?”

She smiled, hand on my arm. “As far as us? No, they were like… brothers, in a sense. Best friends. But even if they came back fully, it would be as family, not any sort of lovers at this point.”

I nodded, knowing it was odd for me to even ask, considering my position with the witches and gargoyles. But I cared, and she seemed to get it.

As they walked off, Megha cocked her head in thought. “You know… I’ve been wondering. What he’s talking about—now that we have access to Avalon and the Dark Lands, well… maybe there’s something to be done about the idea of turning to stone during the day?”

“You think?”

She nodded. “It’s worth trying, isn’t it? Let the ladies rest a little more, but then, before nightfall, I say we try it.”

“Great idea,” I replied, giddy at the thought that, even if it was just a hope, we might be able to wake the gargoyles during the day. “What should we… er, do in the meantime?”

She bit her lip, nodded to the stairs, and said, “I can think of a thing or two.”

You can imagine, it didn’t take long for us to sprint up the stairs, for me to pick her up and smother her with my lips on her neck, to pull her new D.C. outfit off and toss her on the bed.

I undid my belt and then went for my shirt, feeling before it was half-off that she was dealing with the rest of taking off my pants. My hard cock rocked up and down as it was freed.

“Wait,” I said, taking her hand, looking at her beautiful body, then to her eyes. “Dance with me.”

“Excuse me?”

“Come on.” I pulled her in, bodies close, cock between her legs as we swayed back and forth. For a long, perfect moment we danced like that, her moaning and holding me tight. When she couldn’t take it anymore, she shoved me against the wall.

Before I could say a thing, my attention was drawn to the bliss of the warmth of her mouth as it engulfed my cock.

My moan was soft. I tossed my shirt aside and watched as her eyes met mine. She continued to stroke me, tip inside of her mouth, and when I couldn’t take it anymore, I fumbled around for one of the condoms, quickly sliding it on. She eyed it with confusion.

“What the fuck is that?”

I laughed. “Just… to help you not get pregnant.”

“This world of yours has some odd magic.” She stroked it, reminding me how annoying it was to have that extra layer between us, but a flow of energy coursed through her fingers that sent me into a spasm of lust and infatuation.

I lifted her and held her thick ass in my hands, gripping it tight as I lowered her onto my cock. Oh, fuck, her tight pussy felt like Heaven. The condom wasn’t even there, as far as the sensations were concerned.

The wall slammed into my back as she rode me, then we were on the ground and she was thrusting, our bodies like one. Her breasts heaved, then pressed against me. One second she had her face buried in my neck, then arched back, moving so I could rotate to be on top of her, face in her breasts, hands on her thighs, her ass, appreciating every inch of her. Every bit of her body.

She let out a soft yelp, then a long moan, nails digging into my flesh. For a moment I felt her hands on my head, fingers running through my hair and then… moving into my skull. Her hands were on my brain, and it was sensational—like every bit of pleasure one could imagine taking hold of me at once, my cock surging larger than it ever had before.

There was no holding it back, then, and I gripped her tight as I released into her. Well, into the condom, I guess. I was overcome with pleasure, obsessed with the beauty that was her… and those fingers retreating from my skull.

We simply lay there together, enjoying each other’s warm, nude bodies. Megha pushed herself up and eyed me.

“What?” I finally asked.

“You fuck like a champ, and you’re not bad on the eyes.”

“Thanks,” I replied, feeling suddenly very self-conscious. “You’re not so bad yourself.”

“Not so bad?” She laughed. “I’m fucking amazing.”

“I know.” We kissed again.

When she pulled back, she put a finger to my lips, tracing them, and then bopped my nose with a giggle. “I’m excited to see what happened with Steph and Galahad.”

“Me too,” I replied. “To meet the knights.”

She nodded.

“Should we, then?”

“In a minute,” Megha said, adjusting herself to straddle my face and take my limp dick in her mouth. I got the picture, and it was a nice one—her cute little pink asshole in my face, her pussy waiting to be licked.

I dove in, eating her up, loving every second of it.

All that other stuff would come soon, along with the reckoning with Fatiha, then the rest of the Nine. There was no rush. It would all come.

But first it was our turn, again.