Hard as Stone

by Cynthia Sax

  “I am not looking my best at the moment.” Everest stooped, lowering his face until he was at eye level.

  She dropped her hood. “I disagree.” She brushed away the clay. His nose was a twisted mess. “The woman who has your heart will not complain.” There was a crunch as she tweaked the cartilage back into place. He shuddered and she soothed the pain by stroking his nose. “It is perfect once more.” Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Acon’s face darken like a coming storm. She smiled, trailing her fingertips over Everest’s parted lips. “Do you also bleed from the inside as your brother did?”

  “He does not.” Acon pushed forward. Blood dripped from his clenched fists.

  “A pity.” Her smile widened as she covered her face once more. “Mayhap after your next battle.” Acon ground his teeth so loudly it hurt her ears. “I will need time to consider your offer, Everest.” The delay would soothe his pride and infuriate another livid mountain god. She bent to pick up a coil of rope, wrapping it around her arm. Acon’s gaze followed the movement, his entire body stiffening. “I will return when I am ready.”

  “I will be waiting, gorgon.” Everest’s forehead furrowed with worry lines.

  “For the last time, brother, her name is Kyma!” Acon roared.

  Kyma suspected Everest knew her name. She laughed as she strode into the forest, her head held high. Her destination was the ancient ruins. There would be no unexpected guests today, not with the thundering of the mountain gods. The humans cowered inside their warm huts.

  Chapter Eight

  She tossed off her cape, sitting upon the altar, waiting. Mere minutes passed before he trod toward her, his feet pounding the ground. “I cannot do it!” Acon’s fervent admission held despair. “I cannot let you go.”

  Finally he came to that realization. “I did not ask you to let me go. That was your own idea.” She slid to the ground, the stone warm upon her bare ass. “On the altar.” She slapped the surface with her palm. The impact stung. “I am your goddess. If you are to sacrifice yourself, it will be to me, not for me.”

  His brown eyes gleamed. “I wished not to hurt you, goddess.” He stalked forward, removing his clothes.

  “By causing more pain than any death would ever cause.” She snapped the rope. “Lie down, servant.” He obediently stretched his big body out. His cock was proudly erect. “You do not respect my power.” She wrapped the rope around his clasped hands and pulled hard. His knuckles whitened. “I will decide who is worthy of my love, not you.” She dragged his arms back over his head. He groaned. “Spread your legs.” He complied, giving her access to all his body. She circled, slapping the end of the rope against her tender palm, inspecting him.

  It was all playacting. His muscles bulged. There was not an inch of excess skin on his physique. Her rope ties could be broken without strain. He put his fate in her hands because he wished to. He trusted her, a creature many called monster.

  “I will kill again.” It frightened her but it was as inevitable as the dawn. The humans were ever present. “And without your love to see me through that pain, I will become the unfeeling beast others fear.” She stroked the rope over his knees, up his thighs. “Is that the fate you wish for me?” The frayed end brushed over his cock.

  He gulped. “No.”

  “I need you, Acon.” She swung up on top of him, straddling his waist, his cock pressing against her ass. “A goddess, a queen, requires regular devotions. They make us feel” -- she wiggled, soaking his granite skin with her pussy juices -- “loved.” She looped the rope around the back of his neck and pulled him upward. “You desire for me to feel loved, do you not?” She stared into his eyes, releasing her full power. Her snakes hissed. His body hardened.

  “I do.” His eyes sparkled as his face froze, stone forming over his skin. “Gods, Kyma,” he gritted out her name.

  She smiled, releasing him. “And you were willing to give this up.” That was when she knew, without doubt, that he loved her.

  “For you.” He panted, drawing in air as he processed the minerals. “Because I love you. I would do anything for you.”

  “I will keep you to that vow.” Kyma had spent centuries studying the humans. She had many things she wished to try. She shimmied down his body. His cock was rigid. “Very interesting.” She touched him. There was no give. She braced herself over him and sank down. It was like taking a stone phallus.

  He groaned. “I cannot move.” His skin held onto its gray pallor.

  “Can you feel me?” She squeezed him. She couldn’t bend the granite sheath.

  “Gods, yes.” His eyes flickered as she placed her feet upon his shoulders and leaned back, bracing her hands on his thighs. “It is sweet torture.”

  “Good.” She thrust her pelvis, sliding up and down on his cock, her pussy wetting the smooth glide. “Then you will not underestimate my power again.” She had mere minutes to torment him. He softened with each downward stroke. Her ass smacked against rock. Her clit rubbed against his cock. The need for him built.

  “Do not underestimate my powers, gorgon.” There was a crack as he thrust up. She shrieked at the unexpected movement, clutching onto him. Her fingernails dug into gravel.

  She rode him faster and faster. Cool stone turned to hot cock, the shifting sensation making her pussy tingle. He bent his legs, supporting her back. Her hand free, she pressed her clit against him. Two deep strokes and she writhed like the snakes upon her head. She was so wet, so wild for him. She couldn’t control herself.

  “Kyma!” Acon propelled his hips forward and she held on, not because she heeded his cry of passion. She didn’t hear it. She was too enraptured with her own orgasm. She held on because she needed him to anchor her. The feelings swept over her body and flattened her, leaving her crumbled like the rocks around them.

  “Gods, Kyma.” He snapped the flimsy rope bonds, reaching out for her. “That was hot.” Granite hands stroked her back. “We will take this altar with us.”

  With us. Kyma snuggled her face into his skin and smiled. It was a great day for gorgons.

  Cynthia Sax

  Cynthia Sax has always been fascinated with gargoyles and the Titans. The Ourea or mountain gods are the best of both worlds. They are hard as stone yet fierce warriors. Yes, traditionally the Ourea are mountain goddesses but as many of today’s mountains have manly man names, Cynthia believes there may have been a few mountain gods in the mix. How else would the new mountains form?

  Cynthia is happily married. Her hubby is not a mountain god. However, like Acon, he views Cynthia’s “faults” (like having a big ol’ booty) as assets. She adores him big time. You can learn more about Cynthia by visiting her website at www.CynthiaSax.com or email her directly at Cynthia@CynthiaSax.com.