by A C Warneke
“If this puppy refuses to give up his nights for you, love, one of us will,” Orion informed her, a drunken smile curving his perfect lips.
Jenna leaned into Rhys, not quite sure what to make of the offer, not wanting to accept it in any case. Leander pushed his brother back, laughing heartily, “Be careful, Ori, this one looks like she may accept such a gift.”
Orion’s eyes widened in mock horror as he leaned as far away from Jenna while still sitting on the chair, laughing deeply. “Then I fear I shall have to pass. Rhys, you’re her lover, give her your nights. I think she would enjoy being a gargoyle.”
Rhys pressed his mouth against her ear as he whispered, “My brothers wouldn’t know what to do if a woman actually accepted their gift. I think they would run screaming the other way.”
“Why is their attitude so very different than Armand’s?” she asked softly.
Rhys shrugged, “I think they make a game out of it and since they love all women then receiving a woman’s love in return doesn’t matter as much.”
“It is life,” Eryx stated grandly. “We love, we fuck. It is a good life.”
“One time, during the 700’s all three of us gave up our nights at the same time,” Leander chuckled. His eyes sparkled merrily as he exchanged glances with Eryx and Orion. “It was… unwise.”
The three men burst into hearty gales of laughter, driving her mad with curiosity. What had occurred during the fifty or sixty years they were stuck in stone? “Well? What happened?”
Orion shook his head as tears ran down his cheeks in remembered amusement, “It was chaos! The satyrs got it into their heads that with us unable to move they would be able to have free reign over our domain.”
“Fortunately, the gargoyle barrier prevented them from doing too much damage,” Leander shook his head, a smile playing at his sensuous lips. “Though when we woke, there were quite a few satyrs and nymphs that hadn’t been there when we became stone.”
Eryx sat down, grinning, “After that we made sure at least one of us remained sane in the presence of a beautiful woman.”
“How do you remain so cheerful?” Jenna asked in wonder. They were so different from what she had expected.
“We are not so sentimental as our American or London brethren, eh?” Orion piped in, nudging Rhys’s arm with his elbow.
“And we are not as pragmatic as our French brothers,” Eryx added. “They enjoy all of the flesh but do not give up their nights for anyone. Fifteen hundred years and they refuse to give a girl the gift of their nights.”
“Come,” Leander said, standing up and taking Jenna’s hand in his own, pulling her up from her seat. “You must see the paintings of our lovely girls….”
Rhys put his hand over hers and met Leander’s eyes, “Tomorrow before we leave, Lee. We need our sleep.”
“Bah!” Orion grumbled, helping his brother pull Jenna to her feet. “Sleep is for the day, the nights are for gargoyles.”
The words came in stereo as Eryx and Leander joined Orion in proclaiming the nights as the gargoyles’. The three men threw their hands up in the air and shouted, “Piase kokkino!”
Then the three of them were caressing her body over her dress, broad palms brushing over her sensitive breasts before abruptly disappearing as they laughed robustly. Alarmed by their forward behavior, she faced Rhys who was laughing along with his brothers. Did he miss where their hands were?
Catching her expression, he leaned forward and explained, “When two people say the same thing, they say piase kokkino, which means ‘touch red.’ It’s to prevent them from engaging in a fight.”
Jenna simply stared at the three laughing brothers until Leander grabbed her hand and pulled her towards a group that was dancing, their bodies twining together in a sensuous flow of movement. Obviously they hadn’t meant anything. They were just excessively sexual, flirtatious creatures and it never occurred to them to not touch her breasts. “Dance with me, my lovely girl.”
With the sensuous music playing, she dismissed their actions and grinned, following the sexy man to an open spot where he pulled her into his arms and danced with her, moving his body in a way that was pure sex. Eryx and Orion joined them, moving with her and making her feel like the only woman in the world. Their attention was so focused on her it was a little intimidating and her eyes searched out Rhys, who was sitting at the table watching her, his lips pressed together in a firm line, a tic working frantically in his jaw.
Stepping away from the three gorgeous Greeks, she raised one arm up, thrusting her fingers through her hair, and held the other arm out in invitation. Without hesitation, Rhys stood and made his way over to her, taking her into his arms and smiling triumphantly. Looking down at her with those smoldering chocolate eyes, he murmured, “Hey, you.”
Moving her hand up his solid arm and sinking it into the silk of his auburn hair, she smiled sultrily, “Hey.”
He bent his head and seduced her with a kiss, his tongue moving sensuously against hers, his hands moving slowly over her body, driving her mad with the need to feel him inside her.
Pulling her lips away from his, she panted, “Make love to me, Rhys.”
He looked at her, his brown eyes glowing with hunger and apprehension, “Are you sure?” At her nod, he continued stroking his hands up and down her arms, “Tonight is all about pleasure so you have to decide how far you wish to go and as a human you will be driven to your limits and then pushed over.”
“I just want you,” she breathed, her lids half-shuttered as she gazed at his throat, as she leaned forward and ran her tongue along the smooth skin. His grip tightened and his Adam’s apple rubbed against her mouth as he swallowed.
“Do you want another male to penetrate you?” he rasped, taking her out of the moment.
She stiffened at the thought, taking a step back and glaring at him for even suggesting such a thing. Seeing the pain on his face, she frowned in confusion. “If the idea bothers you so much why did you ask?”
“Because this is all about your pleasure and whatever you desire will be provided,” he managed to say through tight lips. Nodding towards a copse of trees, he added, “Plus, there are several satyrs eager to get their hands on a human and if you wish it they will…”
She slammed her hand over his mouth, cutting off the words before they could be spoken. “You are the only one I want, now and forever. I want to make love with you and only you, Rhys.”
With a growl, he claimed her lips in another scorching kiss, pulling her body against his and marking her as his. As he made love to her, she basked in the feel of Rhys’s lips on her breasts, her swollen sex, as hidden eyes watched. She had never experienced anything like making love beneath the starry night as the sounds of dozens of couples grunting and groaning filled the air.
Sex infused everything, the ground, the food, the trees, the air, and as Rhys filled her completely, the rest of the night was a haze of music, mythological creatures mating, and Rhys.
Always Rhys.
Chapter 15
Something hard was nudging her shoulder, drawing her out of much needed sleep. Grabbing the blanket, Jenna pulled it over her head, not wanting to wake up. She was still recovering from the revelry on the mainland, even after a full night at sea.
The island wasn’t terribly far but they were taking their time, hitting a few of the hidden islands that Rhys had a knack for finding. Since it was still technically winter there weren’t as many people around as during the summer months so Rhys was able to spend his days aboveboard. And Jenna was able to sunbathe beneath the winter sun since Rhys radiated so much heat.
The blanket was tugged off and sunlight smacked her right in the eyes. Burying her head beneath the pillow, she ignored the heated hand slowly making its way up her bare thigh. “Jenna.”
Her lips curled into a smile as she tightened her hold on her pillow because Rhys was in a playful mood. He was almost always in a playful mood and she loved it, she loved being with him. The night of th
e orgy had been like a dream where she knew others existed but in that moment it had just been Rhys and her. And the things they did…. Even after a day and a half she still blushed.
“Jenna,” he crooned again in his rocky voice, wrapping his stone fingers around her wrist and prying the pillow out from beneath her arms. A silky robe was slid onto her arms, covering her body and making her wonder what Rhys was up to since he usually preferred her naked.
Curious, she rolled over and looked up at the gargoyle who loomed over her, a smile on his stone face, “Good, you’re awake.”
“Barely,” she murmured, rubbing the sleep from her eyes and glancing out the small window, “What time is it?”
“Just after noon,” he grinned, grabbing her hands and pulling her to a sitting position. Still blurry-eyed, she pulled the front of the robe closed and tied the sash. “I’m taking you flying today.”
She looked up at him, “Aren’t there people on the water?”
“Not so many that I cannot glamor any who might see us into believing that we’re just a large bird,” he said, pulling her to her feet without waiting for her to be ready. He led her to the bathroom and shoved her through the door, “Hurry up. I’ll be up on the deck waiting for you.”
Yawning, she made it through her morning routine, managing to even brush her teeth. She was incredibly excited to go flying with Rhys, the very thought of it did more to wake her up than a pot of coffee. By the time she was done in the bathroom she was more than ready to fly. Saying good morning to the minimal crew, she quickly made her way up to the deck, grinning when she saw Rhys standing there with his wings spread out and his face tilted back, soaking up the sun. His marble skin gleamed in the brilliant light and she loved him.
Quietly, she crossed the deck and wrapped her arms around him from behind, hugging the gargoyle, her cheek resting just above the small of his back and between his wings. He was epic in his massive size. “Good morning.”
He turned in her arms until he could enfold her in his arms, his wings. She loved his gargoyle hugs, they surrounded her completely and she felt so safe and loved. “Good afternoon.”
She laughed at the reminder, “Good afternoon, then.”
“I trust you slept well,” he graveled, his hands slowly moving up and down her back.
Tilting her head way back, she rested her chin against his navel, “I slept well but not enough.”
His hand caressed her cheek, “Do you want to put off this flight?”
“Are you kidding me?” she asked, rubbing her chin back and forth against the smooth, hot stone. “I have been longing for this since I discovered you were a gargoyle. Just let me get dressed….”
His smile was disturbing and beautiful as he gathered her up in his arms and she instinctively tightened her grip. He crouched down for a moment and then launched them into the air, his large, stone wings lifting them higher and higher until they were soaring over the ocean. The sky was a dazzling blue and the sun shone down on them and she had nothing on but a thin robe that barely covered her naked body. As the wind whipped through the silky material, lifting the hem over the curve of her bottom, he shouted, “Hold on.”
“Rhys!” she cried out, pressing harder against his body as if she could crawl into his stone skin and find refuge. “I’m nearly naked!”
“And there’s no one to see you but the creatures of the sea,” he countered, laughing loudly as he flew. His body radiated joy and the tension started to ease from her as she discovered just how much he loved to fly, as long as he was in charge. It hardly seemed possible that such a stone creature could fly but he was and his enthusiasm was contagious. “Besides, you said you wanted to fly with me.”
She threw her head back and laughed, loving the wind tangling her hair. Tearing her gaze away from the gray muscles of his throat, she looked down at the vast, deep blue Mediterranean Sea beneath them. The monstrous yacht looked like a toy, surrounded by miles and miles of unending sea. There were a few other boats and ships dotting the water but she doubted they were looking at the sky and even if they were, they couldn’t possibly believe their eyes if they saw beneath the illusion to the robe-clad girl in the arms of a flying stone monkey.
The imagery delighted her and she laughed harder, hugging Rhys with all of the joy and love in her heart. “This is amazing, Rhys. Thank you.”
“Ah, Jenna,” he grinned. “Don’t you know that I’ll give you the world?”
“You are such a romantic,” she grinned, pressing a kiss against his stone lips. It was so exhilarating kissing him while he was a gargoyle; his stone mouth was mobile and his taste delectable. His flesh was hard and yet he was fluid, graceful, and when he worked his wings she was in awe. He was able to move vast amounts of air, controlling how fast, how high, they went. He could dive downwards and skim the ocean then shoot upwards and touch the sky until she was sure her stomach was going to drop out of her body. It was terrifying and Jenna loved every moment of it.
He held her against his hard body as they flew for an eternity, completely together in spirit and euphoric in their flight. When he hovered over the sea the cool water sprayed her over-heated skin, cold and bracing. But the heat of his body would embrace her and the dichotomy between his sweltering skin and the frigid sea water was amazing, marvelous. In no time the water had soaked through her robe, rendering her virtually naked but she didn’t care. Especially when his monstrous penis nudged her hip, reminding her how gargantuan he was, in body and erection.
“How can you be hard?” she called out to be heard over the wind.
“My cock is in love with you,” he teased gruffly as his unruly flesh leapt against her skin. “Even when it knows there is no chance of gaining admittance to your sweet body it still begs for your attention.”
She looked up into his stone monkey face and saw her generous lover, making her heart thump madly in her chest. It was so wrong to lust after him while he was a gargoyle but the memory of tasting his gargoyle orgasm lingered for she had shattered with barely a taste. With the real world threatening to burst in at any moment, she wanted the dream, the fantasy. She wanted Rhys. “Fly us higher Rhys. Fly us until the world falls away and it’s just the two of us amongst the wind.”
Something in her expression must have warned him of her intent because his cock grew even more, nearly scalding her thigh where it pulsed with life. Swallowing shakily, he made the ascent, soaring higher and higher until Jenna thought her lungs might burst from lack of oxygen. No, she had just been holding her breath because they weren’t that high up. But looking down, she nearly fainted, the boat looked like a dot and she could see other large boats on the water that were miles away. It was breathtaking. “That’s high enough!”
He hovered in place, his large body wrapped around hers as he held her in a firm grip. Smirking, he arched an eyebrow, “Is there a reason you wanted me to fly so high?”
Licking her lips, she squirmed a little, the silky robe almost too rough against her sensitized skin. Later she would question her actions but for now….“Don’t let go.”
“Never.”
Her robe fluttered uselessly around her, wavering in the wind and exposing her naked limbs, her naked sex, to the birds that flew as high as they did. In truth, she barely had any concept of up or down as she twisted downward so her watering mouth was next to his cock and her sex was next to his face. His massive hands were wrapped around her waist, holding her securely, as she took the massive penis in her hands, ravenous for the unbelievably delectable fluid that was oozing out of its tip and then vanishing.
With a ravenous sigh, she began licking the marble flesh, lapping up the fluid before it could disappear and experiencing mini orgasms with each drop. The more she drank, the deeper the orgasms became, spreading outwards in rapid succession. In the thin atmosphere the taste of his stone skin was even more potent, the chocolate-infused seminal fluid as addicting as heroin. She didn’t even care that she was addicted to him, willing to do anything to have j
ust one more drop.
It was a fantasy. When she returned to the real world she would put her addiction away and pray that she was able to keep it there. But for now…. She twirled her tongue around the marble flange, dipping her tongue into the smooth slit, losing herself in decadent pleasure.
“Wrap your legs around my neck,” he growled and she did, bringing the swollen folds of her sex against his mouth. Something hot and wicked probed her flesh and her eyes rolled back beneath her closed eyelids.
She could hear his wings gently flapping, holding them steady, but the world was a million miles away as she disappeared into a gluttony of sensation. His tongue was smooth and heavy, filling her almost as much as a normal penis, pushing in and out of her tight sheath in a slow, unhurried rhythm. A smooth, heated stone finger caressed the curve of her bottom, sliding between her butt cheeks and lightly touching the puckered mouth of her ass.
Her body stiffened at the unfamiliar touch but when he didn’t press any further she began to relax, caressing his cock and drinking from the tip. More and more fluid escaped until she was practically vibrating in continual orgasms, his tongue enhancing the pleasure of each one. They spun gracefully as his body and tongue moved in rhythm to her oral attentions, his fingers continuously caressing her ass.
When he slowly rubbed his finger into the tight orifice she felt it throughout her entire body, the sensation of it dark and overwhelming. Beyond the intensity of feeling, she felt the heavy ache of completeness, never wanting it to end. Holding her tight, he did things to her she had never imagined and she loved it. He changed his rhythm slightly, working his tongue deeper and deeper until she was burning up. As she edged closer and closer to a cataclysmic orgasm, he came, flooding her mouth with the heated, disappearing fluid and sending her soaring into the stratosphere as she imploded, all of her muscles and tendons convulsing in orgasm.
