Myths and Gargoyles by Jamie Hawke (interesting books to read in english txt) 📕

horns were back to normal—as relative as that word was in the case with a young woman having horns. Suddenly I burst out with, “WHAT THE FUCK?”

“See, Jack, I’m telling you—” she tried again, but I wasn’t hearing it.

“I don’t know what you did back there, how we got past those guys, or what sort of crazy bullets they were using, and I’m not even sure I want to know what sort of spell you put on me to get me in the car. All I want to know is why the fuck is this happening to me, and how do I get out?”

She moved her hand up my thigh a bit, sending a tingling sensation through my body. I breathed in and out a few times, and then her hand was right at the edge of my package, moving along my inner leg, massaging it.

“I’m not a slut or whatever but I need you to calm down, and I hear males are less focused on all that other stuff when this is going on.”

“No, don’t try to—”

“Jack,” she said, this time gently, seductively, as her hand finally moved up as if accidentally brushing against my balls. I bit my lip, closing my eyes, trying to focus only on that feeling. “Are we good?”

Eyes still closed, everything back there was starting to piece itself together and my mind was coming back to me. I had every right to lose my shit, but right now that wasn’t the best option, not if all of this was real—as I was now pretty damn sure it was—and not if Red and the others were in trouble.

“Are we good?” she repeated, and started to pull her hand away.

“Don’t,” I said, more of a pleading moan than anything. She hesitated, and I opened my eyes, turned to look at her, and said, “Don’t stop.”

She frowned, took the wheel with both hands to turn suddenly and avoid a red light, and then, while going down a side street, reached over and brushed the side of my bulge again. Then she took it in her hand, cupping my balls and running her hand up so that she felt it as my cock grew at her touch.

Her heavy breathing showed that she liked it too, and I reclined my seat so I could enjoy it, but also so I didn’t have to watch her crazy driving. There was no doubt those agents were chasing us and right now I needed answers, not more reasons to worry.

“Okay,” I said, loving the way she was moving as if measuring and loving every inch of me down there. “First, did you teleport?”

“In a sense,” she replied, squeezing my base with her fingers, a shiver running through her. “It’s more like time and place manipulation, which you could call that, but… in a sense.”

“Fine, good enough.” I closed my eyes again, feeling the blood throbbing in my hips, then my cock. I was fully erect now. Oh, god, I wanted her to rip open my pants and jack me off right there. “Second, did you use mind control on me?”

“Only to get you in the car,” she said. “It’s a little thing that happens with… intimacy.”

I opened my eyes and looked down at her hand on my crotch. She froze, noticing.

“Has to be skin on skin,” she said then added, “and no, I’m not controlling you right now. You’d see the glow. Should I… stop?”

“Only if you want to,” I replied. “It’s not like I’m using mind control to force you.”

That came out harsh, and for a moment she paused, hand pulled slightly back, but then she was at it again.

“Third,” I continued, “what happened to the last Protector?”

“Um…” She pulled into an alley while checking the mirrors, and then into a downward-sloping driveway. Her hand kept working, only now it went to my zipper and undid it, then the button—no belt—and she reached in, under my underwear. Her fingers were warm, her touch gentle as she explored the tip of my cock, letting her fingers get to know it, and then she reached down and grabbed it. Another loud breath, and she pulled it out, pretending not to look as she did, but totally staring out of the corner of her eyes. “Died. Just like the one before, and the one before that.”

“Oh, died,” I mumbled as she started stroking me, then leaning over to take my balls in her other hand and start caressing them. Suddenly I was alert and blinked, looking at her in horror. “DIED?”

She shrugged and moved her hand across my balls and kind of juggled them before taking my cock in both hands. “I hope you know that death isn’t a requirement of the job. We discourage it, actually.”

“Oh?” I replied. “And… this?”

Her eyes darted to my cock in her hands, and then her brow furrowed as she pulled her hands free, using one to slap me. “Did you just accuse me of being a glorified hooker?”

“No. Shit.” I glanced down, not sure if I should put it away or what. “It’s just, we’re talking about the job, and you’re clearly doing this to calm me down while telling me I might die, and…”

She put a finger to my lips, stopping me. “Sorry. Sorry for slapping you, sorry for putting you in this situation, and sorry for… jacking you off.”

“Don’t apologize for that,” I said, almost laughing.

“No, I… it was wrong. All of the other Protectors have been women. I’ve used the mind control thing, but only via hand touching and the occasional kiss when in a hurry. Aside from that, no time for relationships. Too focused on keeping us safe, you know? All of this,” she looked down, timidly reached out and took hold of me again, “it’s new to me, and you kept wanting more, so—oh, shit, I’ve fucked this whole thing up, haven’t I?”

I couldn’t help but notice that she was stroking me again. She grinned.

“I won’t tell if you won’t,” I promised.

She