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

to clean up, eat and hydrate, and then pass our time until word came on where we’d meet up.

Every minute we spent waiting to hear from Chris and the witches was another filling me with dread, making me worry that he’d turned. We moved to the main living room, putting the news on a larger projector, and decided that if we hadn’t heard from them within the hour, we’d make do on our own… somehow. Or at least go down fighting, rather than hiding out waiting to hear from someone who might be on the other side.

God, I hoped he hadn’t turned.

“Tense?” Elisa asked, eyeing me.

“Of course I’m fucking tense!” I blew up, took a deep breath, and then held up my hands. “Sorry, I… yes.”

She nodded to the back room. “Painting always calms my nerves.”

“Painting?” Sharon asked, confused.

Elisa nodded, turning back my way.

“Which kind of painting?” I asked.

“Your choice.” Elisa looked over to Sharon, the two there looking like complete opposites—the former prim and proper, Sharon wild as hell.

There wasn’t much choice in this, as long as Sharon was on board. And since the others were occupied, I nodded, already going for the bedroom.

“You’ve never tried painting, Sharon?”

“No, I was always busy trying to maintain my sanity. Turned to exercise, boxing mostly… rock climbing.”

Elisa took her hand. “You’ll love it.”

Sharon appeared skeptical, but when she saw the look in my eyes as I waited for her, she took on that look like she knew something was up.

As soon as we entered the room, it was clear Elisa had already had this in mind. The paints were all set up, her mischievous smile spreading wide.

“How does this work?” Sharon asked, arms folded over her chest.

“Stripping would be a good first step,” Elisa said, already moving over to start mixing colors. She eyed the woman, frowning slightly to see she wasn’t moving to take off her clothes right away. “Unless you feel uncomfortable and would rather go watch the news some more.”

Sharon pursed her lips, looked at me, then Elisa. “No, no… I’ll stay.”

“Good. Now take it off, girl.”

Sharon still looked hesitant, so I stepped over. “Maybe it’s more fun if I help.”

Elisa watched us, brush in hand, pausing from her painting, as I started to lift Sharon’s shirt.

“It’s torn anyway,” Elisa pointed out. “And I’ve already sent out for new clothes for her, so…”

I got what she was saying, and gave Sharon a look to make sure she was okay with this. She nodded, so instead I tore the shirt off, leaving it hanging then did the same with her pants. She laughed, looked at Elisa nervously, then let her claws extend and did the same to me, leaving me nude with my clothes in shreds on the floor.

“Oh, well,” Elisa shrugged. “I hadn’t ordered any for him, but we can figure it out. Think some of the guards will have some clothes lying around.”

“Now you tell us,” I said, grinning.

It wasn’t the time to worry about not having clothes though, because Sharon and I were nude. Elisa set her paintbrush aside to strip as well, and soon the three of us were on the bed, kissing, caressing, moaning. Elisa ran her hand down between Sharon’s legs, eyes on me, and then kissed the woman’s neck.

“Take over,” she told me, moving back to retrieve the paints. As I did, hands on Sharon’s ass and pulling her over and on top of me, Elisa analyzed us like a canvas. Sharon reached between us to caress my balls, then ran her hand up my shaft, playing with the tip. My lips had just pressed to her nipple when she yelped and arched her back, Elisa having apparently applied a generous amount of paint along her spine, down to the crack of her ass.

“Keep going,” Elisa said, earning a very confused—but intrigued—look from Sharon.

“You two are into this?” Sharon asked.

“Very much so,” I replied. I’d only really gotten into it once, and it had been so wild, so different, I was pleased to be sharing the experience with her.

Elisa cleared her throat and nodded to the corner, where I now saw a large pot of steaming water, a bottle of soap next to it. She’d apparently had the servants bring in a bath in the old style for us to be clean during all this. I felt clean enough, but Sharon had her thing, and was already moving away and into it. The image of her in that old bath hadn’t been something I’d expected to turn me on so much, but somehow imagining her in the Wild West bathing like this did it. I was over in a flash, helping to wash her ass. As soon as she was out, I bent her over and gave her what she wanted—a nice tongue job on the asshole.

“Now there’s a fucking sight to behold,” Elisa said. I’d forgotten that she hadn’t been part of this experience before.

Sharon turned, moaning and watching as Elisa came over, paint brush caressing her ass. Next, Elisa licked the forefinger of her other hand and then slowly inserted it into Sharon’s ass. “No, thank you, I prefer this.”

Right there, she started fingering her ass, and Sharon was into it. I watched for a moment, but then Elisa motioned me to the bath, sticking her tongue in her cheek in a way that made it clear what she wanted. So I did, moving over and lowering myself into the water, then standing so that my dick was there in Sharon’s face.

“What, you want me to huff, and puff, and…” Sharon grinned up at me, waiting for me to finish the phrase.

“Corny,” I said, laughing.

“What, you thought I’d say something about blowing?” She winked. “My actions speak louder than words.”

She eyed it, bit her lip and then opened her mouth. In her position, with Elisa still fingering her ass, she couldn’t exactly use her hands or she’d fall, so I guided it in, like an airplane coming in for a landing.