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

She seemed unsure, at first, but then was licking it, bobbing her head slightly. And then she had her tongue twirling around my tip like an ice cream, before taking me in fully. Oh, God, her mouth felt good, that warmth against the cold of the mists. I went full on fun mode, took her by her wild mane, and started moving with the motion.

“That’s more like it,” Elisa said, grinning wide as she took her other hand and, I couldn’t see, but based on Sharon’s increased moans and intensity of sucking my cock, she’d started fingering her pussy now, too.

When Sharon had her first orgasm, Elisa slapped her once on the ass, then went over to wash her hands as I took Sharon and threw her back on the bed. Elisa was getting more paints ready before joining us, while I moved my cock into position with Sharon, her hairy pussy a bit coarse on the outside, warm and moist on the inside as I slid in.

As I thrust, flicks of paint hit me, then a paint brush was on Sharon’s nipple, painting one pink, the next purple, making them eyes of a smiley face with a long stroke for the smile.

I laughed. “Quit joking around.”

Elisa stepped back, grinned, and then straddled Sharon’s face. “Does our new friend eat out much?”

In that position I couldn’t see Sharon, except to tell that she’d gone stiff. Clearly uncomfortable. I was about to say something as I brought my thrusting to a slow, love making rhythm, but then Sharon’s tongue flicked out. She tenderly tasted Elisa, and then was suddenly all into it. Fuck that was hot, causing me to get into my thrusting with such vigor that soon it became difficult for us all to stay in place, and Elisa fell over.

She was laughing then, pushing Sharon away and squirming, apparently having fallen mid-orgasm, and then Sharon moved aside and thrust me toward Elisa.

“My turn to paint,” she said, and grabbed handfuls of blue and red, running them up my back and across Elisa’s breasts as I now took Elisa and began making love to her.

She pulled me close, moaning and whispering, “Slow, slow… oh, gentle…” and then was moaning and punching the bed, finally finishing with one long, blissful release.

Sharon jumped back on right away, but made a face and said, “Fuck, it’s sensitive, let’s just…”

A glance around and she wiped the rest of the paint on my chest, or as much as she could, and then took my cock with both hands, stroking it vigorously. I leaned back, thrust my hips forward, and enjoyed the feel of it until I unleashed all over her arms and stomach.

She laughed, rolled over, and caught her breath.

“The painting isn’t over,” Elisa said, apparently having recovered, and she pushed me over, dabbing her brush into the paint.

Elisa was lying over me, her paintbrush tickling as she painted little Celtic designs on my cock, Sharon biting her lip as she watched.

“The funny part is how they’ll change shape when it shrinks,” Elisa said, more as if commenting on art than on my body.

“Too bad I’m such a grower, or we wouldn’t have to worry about it,” I replied, propping my head up to get a better look. She really was quite the artist.

“You are a major grower,” Sharon commented.

“Hey.” I frowned, not sure if I should take that as a compliment or insult. There wasn’t time to figure it out, though, because a light shot out as a portal opened right next to the bed. As we all turned in confusion, a young witch stepping out. She froze, staring at us lying there nude and covered in paint. She cocked her head at the Celtic designs on my dick, and nodded, clearly impressed.

“If this is why you all called for Chris, I feel obliged to tell you, he’s in a bit of a relationship. Kind of.”

“No, no,” I said, sitting up and taking the sheet to cover myself. “Damn, sorry. We were just waiting and—”

“Got to painting. Yes, I see that.”

I grinned, looking to Sharon and Elisa, who were both trying not to crack up.

“Anyway, did you want to… get dressed or…?” The witch motioned to the portal.

“Or go like this?” Elisa asked, gesturing to her nude body, covered in yellow and green strokes of paint. “I think we’ll need a couple of minutes.”

“Isn’t the world under attack?”

“Fine, thirty seconds.”

“Thirty seconds?” I asked.

She was already up, motioning me along to the bathroom while the witch waited.

“Red!” Elisa called out, voice carrying through the halls.

“Don’t fucking shout for me!” Red shouted.

“I’m not. Just letting you know we have company,” Elisa smiled, turned on the shower, and motioned us in. “Quickly now, scrub each other off. Help me get to those hard to reach areas.”

I grinned, getting in the shower and grabbing the bottle of soap, starting to quickly lather myself up, then Sharon. She got Elisa as she entered, and in a few seconds of sensual caressing and washing, we were back out. We dried off and found our new clothes,

“This… is odd,” I said, holding up the dress pants and dress shirt a guard had set aside for me, thankfully. “I’ll look like my dad about to go do some banking.”

“I think it’ll be hot,” Pucky said, entering with Red.

Red nodded, then looked around at the paint-covered sheets and walls.

“Seriously?” Red said, turning to the witch as if to apologize, but the witch held up a hand to stop her.

“Trust me,” the witch said, “what you all have going here is nothing compared to what Chris has been doing.”

“Color me curious.” I pulled on my pants, then the shirt, leaving it untucked. “Let’s go ask him all about it.”

“Or maybe focus on more important matters,” Elisa said with a laugh.

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We followed this witch through the portal that led to a valley covered with trees on each side. At the bottom, where we were, was a field with a hedge maze twice as tall