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

Elisa’s tongue was flicking out, then lapping at Pucky, and the latter was having a hard time staying up, reaching for the wall and moaning. Not wasting any more time, I took my cock by the base and guided it in. Elisa was warm, moist, and when I saw that all three of the women were watching me while touching themselves and each other, it gave me another boost of arousal.

Fucking Elisa this time had a whole new feel to it. When Pucky and I leaned forward to kiss while it was happening, her biting me as pleasure hit her, I was on fire. Literally, I noticed—blue flames burning from my tattoos.

Pucky yelped, falling back off of Elisa’s face, and even I started, so that I slipped out. All three women were staring at me.

But it didn’t hurt, and now that I’d stopped, so did the flames.

“What the hell…?” Red said, stepping close. She pushed me onto the bed, considered me a moment, and then grabbed my cock, stroking it. I leaned back, breathing out a low moan, and heard her muttering something under her breath. When I looked, the flames were back and she had a hand held up, turning circles of green light in the air.

My eyes must have betrayed my fright, because she let the green light go and smiled. “It’s perfectly safe, and…” Taking her free hand, she moved her fingers through the small blue flames, a tremor passing through her body. “As I expected. It’s not fire—more like the Eternal Flame, an old fire that holds many stories.”

Elisa approached now, running her hands along me, enjoying it now too. “He’s connecting with the spirit realm, through… sex?”

They all looked at Pucky, who had her hands wrapped around her midsection, still looking at me with worry. At their stares, though, she approached, hesitantly. Gently moving Red’s hand aside, Pucky pulled me on top of her, our flesh held together, and her eyes took on the blue of the flame, glowing the same way it did.

“Enter me,” she said, and her voice sounded like it was coming from somewhere else. I did, and the flames engulfed the two of us with such ferocity that the others leaped back and Sharon cursed. All of that came second, though, because suddenly Pucky and I were rocking in and out of our world with each thrust, the flames flaring as our surroundings were replaced by vast oceans, waves taking us and crashing against our flesh—all of it warmth and pleasure. We were floating as the fire turned to water, then we were in the sky, the winds caressing us as we made love, and I grasped her by the back of the head, pulling her into a passionate kiss that I never wanted to end.

When she came, she reached out to her left and right, and suddenly Elisa and Red were there, a moment later Sharon appearing, too, and while they all looked scared and overwhelmed, they soon joined in. If I’d been high on ecstasy and acid in the middle of a whorehouse, I imagine it would’ve been similar to this experience, except this was real and it didn’t have that out-of-body, hallucination effect drugs caused (so I hear). This was real, and I was going from one to the other, pulling them close, feeling myself inside them as if we were one, and then experiencing their orgasms along with them.

Finally it was Red’s turn, and she pressed her pussy tight against my cock, moaning and holding my face, staring into my eyes. She bit her lip, shaking her head.

“Still?” I asked.

She kissed my forehead and said, “Soon, but not yet,” and then lowered herself, floating through the sky, to take me in her mouth while the others caressed me and her.

I didn’t last much longer, not with all of that ecstasy surrounding me and the beautiful women so pleased, their emotions and satisfaction still flowing through me. It hit like a tidal wave flowing up and out of the ocean, the sensation of my orgasm. I opened my mouth to warn her, to give her the chance to move her mouth, but she was caressing me and sucking away, so into it I doubt she would’ve heard me anyway, and then it was happening before I could even process it.

Blast after blast of pleasure rocked me, my hips thrusting out and my hands suddenly gripping her by the hair, overwhelmed by it all, moaning and then letting out a long, “Ahhh,” before finally letting loose, going limp.

We were back in the room, Red with a hand to her mouth, clearly trying to swallow, but it was too much, and she had to hold up a hand and go running out of there.

“Oh,” a voice exclaimed from the hallway, and then there was the sound of spitting from the bathroom, followed by gentle laughter from Pucky.

When Red returned, she looked at me with wide eyes. “You could’ve killed me!”

Now Pucky’s laughter wasn’t held back, and Elisa even joined in with a chuckle. Sharon looked legitimately worried.

“Can that happen?” Sharon asked. “I mean, I guess, but…”

“Of course,” Red shot back. “I could’ve choked, or drowned, I don’t know. Holy shit,” but she was smiling, “that was a lot of fucking cum.”

“It was intense,” Elisa said, running a hand along my chest, tracing one of the blue tattoos—no longer in flames.

“I’m—sorry?” I offered.

“Don’t be,” Red replied, coming back over to me and sitting at my side, a hand on my thigh. She was staring at me with wonder. Then she turned to Pucky. “Explain.”

“As I said.” Pucky shrugged. “And as I think you all saw—it’s like our intimacy with him helped connect him to the spirit realm—connect all of us, actually.”

“Even me,” Sharon said, her voice full of awe.

“Why wouldn’t it?” I asked.

Sharon looked away, and my eyes roamed over her beautiful body as she stood, going to the wall. She stared out the