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

“Yes,” I said. “I want it.”

“That’s not the word.”

“Um… am I supposed to howl or something?”

She twitched at that, hand gripping my cock, hard. Honestly, she could’ve just done that and I’d have been satisfied for the night.

“Shit, sorry, I didn’t mean anything by it.” I squirmed, glad to see the crazy leaving her eyes as her grip loosened. Oddly, the moment had turned me on even more.

“What did you say that day, do you remember?” she asked.

“Err.” I racked my brain, and then, miraculously, it came back. “It wasn’t me!”

She smiled wide, moved aside to watch as she did it, and then pulled out my cock. “You’re exactly who I’m looking for,” she said, voice seductive, almost a purr. The words she’d said to me that day, too, though in a very different manner. Eyes focused on my cock, still, she started stroking it, gripping it tight, moving her hand along my shaft and then running her thumb along the head, as if studying what would happen.

“I love your cock,” she said. “See the way it—”

“Don’t need the details,” I said with a nervous chuckle, really not sure I wanted to have my cock’s intricacies explained to me.

“Less talk, more of…” She lowered herself, eyes on mine now, as she licked the tip playfully. “More of that?”

I breathed deep, nodded, and then watched with fascination as she kissed it, ran her tongue back down to my balls, and then circled it before taking the whole thing in her mouth. A squirm took hold, conveying a feeling I’d been trying to keep hidden. As much as I adored her, and wanted her, she was still the Big Bad Wolf, still the girl who’d tried to kill me more than once. The one plagued by darkness, though she was mastering it quite well. The idea of having my nut in her mouth was both exciting… and terrifying.

She saw this in my expression, pulled back, and pouted. But only briefly. “We can use this to our advantage.”

“What’s that?” I glanced down, both of us clothed now except for my erect cock hanging out.

“This… unease,” she went on. “We can use it, I think.”

“Go on.”

She stood, slowly undressing until she was over me, completely nude. I shouldn’t have expected the Big Bad Wolf to be shaven downstairs, but I was a bit surprised to see that she wasn’t even trimmed. With her wild hair above, it actually worked, in that animal instinct sort of way.

“Wolf style,” she said, and then turned around, sticking out her ass.

“Excuse me?”

“Just, like doggy, but I want you to get into it. Whenever you have a negative thought, fuck it away.”

“I’m not going to—”

“Shut up and fuck me.”

That wasn’t something most guys need to be told twice, so I pushed myself up, removing the robe, and figured I’d give it a go. My cock rubbed along her ass, then slid into the folds of her pussy, feeling how wet she was for me. At first I went slow, loving the arch of her back, the clench of her pussy, the shape of her ass and the feel of it when I squeezed.

She shifted her hips and started getting into it, moving up and down on my cock, until I couldn’t take it anymore and was clenching her hips, thrusting with a slapping sound as my hips hit her ass. And sure enough, when a shadow started to come over me, I growled, going harder, faster, and each time it was like we’d leveled up in the fuck zone.

She came first, and then twisted around and rode me a few minutes before climbing off and finishing me off with her hands, so that my cum shot out over the ground beside her. She eyed it, smiled, and then turned back my way.

“I wanted you to… you know, inside… But—”

“No, yeah. Of course.”

She giggled. “And you’re… feeling better?” She propped up on her side and my eyes went to her tits, and she cleared her throat, grinning. “Up here, perv.”

I laughed, giving her a kiss. “Much.”

And it was true. Unleashing like that, it made me look at her in a different light. While before I’d thought of her as part of the team, sure, there still hadn’t been a full connection, a full level of trust we had desperately needed if we were going to charge back to Earth to fight the gods.

But now, with this? I could be charging into the pits of hell itself and be certain the flames wouldn’t touch me. Her large, brown eyes staring into mine, it was almost easy to forget who she had once been, or rather, who she still was. This woman wasn’t some delicate flower, some innocent little girl—in spite of her small frame, the way her eyes took me in like I was the only one to ever be there for her like this.

No, she was the Big Bad Wolf. And in its own, weird way, that turned me on.

Her eyes showed hesitancy, and she looked away.

“What?” I asked.

“You look at me… in a way that I don’t deserve to be looked at.”

I took her cheek in my hand, stared into her eyes, and said, “Never believe that. You deserve the best, and I plan on giving it to you.”

She grinned, laughed. “I thought you just did?”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know.”

She placed her hand on mine, pulled it down, staring at my palm as she traced it with one of her fingers. “My life hasn’t been all sunshine and rainbows.”

“I’m well aware.”

She looked up at me. “And are you aware of the pain I’ve caused in others? The suffering because—”

I put a finger to her lips. “That wasn’t you.”

Her eyes glinted in the faint light, her lower lip trembling, and she nodded. “Still…”

“Tell me,” I said.

Her mouth fell open, eyes looking horrified. “No.”

“I once stepped on a snail. Broke its shell and felt horrible.” I took her hand, squeezing it. “Now your turn.”

She