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

to answer. On one hand, Chris was out there probably wondering what the hell had happened to me. But if he found out what this was and what sort of adventures I could’ve had, but that I’d turned it down—essentially telling Morpheus to fuck off, to put it in Matrix terms—he’d slap me. Hell, I’d slap myself when I looked back on this moment later, if I declined. And there was this cute, petite chick, yeah with horns but whatever, and she was playful and fun and I was loving this. So fuck it.

With a deep breath and quick mind check to be sure I wouldn’t regret it, I said, “I’m in. I’ll be the Protector.”

“Good,” she replied. “Because while you were thinking right now, I realized that you cumming all over that car wouldn’t be the best of things for you if you’d said no.”

“Wait, what?”

“You know, you cumming in their car—DNA. Imagine trying to go back to your old life after they’d run that and found out you’d stolen their car and came all over the back seat. Oh, man, you would’ve been so fucked.”

The blood was quickly draining from my face, and no, not to my crotch this time. “Pucky, I am so fucked.”

She waved the thought off. “Nah, not really. They’ll come after you but you’ll be wiped from the system in no time, now that you’ve accepted. Sure, you won’t be able to go back to your old life, college is done, all that—”

“Hold the phone.” I put up my hands, as if that would help all of this to slow down. “You didn’t tell me all of that.”

“Jack.” She shrugged. “What did you think would happen when you took on this role? You’ve just committed to helping save us all, but at the expense of becoming a fugitive, a sort of shadow in the night if you will.”

I tasted bile, heard my stomach rumbling and put out a hand to catch myself, then watched with blurry vision as she approached. She caught me as I collapsed, lowered me to a bench along the back wall, and then straddled me.

“Stop trying to faint on me,” she said, kissing my forehead. “You’re my knight in shining armor now. My Protector. You’ve got to be strong.”

“I’ll do my best,” I muttered, still recovering but starting to process everything. “Maybe…” I glanced down to see that, again, her revealing shirt showed me more than she meant for me to see. Or… maybe not. “I think another distraction is in order.”

She laughed and reached down to massage my crotch. “Are you able to go again, so soon?”

“Actually, this time I was thinking about you.”

Her eyes went wide as I picked her up and switched places with her so that she was on the bench. Then I knelt between her legs so that they were spread. Her cute little blue panties were in full sight, a spot of wetness visible. I ran my hand along that spot, cupping her pussy and then continuing to caress the insides of her thighs, leaning in to kiss the tops of her voluptuous breasts.

She was staring at me as if unable to believe this was happening. I licked my lips before pulling down the front of her shirt and exposing her perky breasts. A good handful, but no more. Cute little dark nipples. I took one in my mouth, playing with it while sliding her panties aside and running my finger along her moist flesh, then inserting a finger, feeling her insides and the way she rocked her hips into it. I wanted that pussy.

But not with my cock, not yet. This girl was hot as hell, and apparently into experimenting, but I doubted she’d go all the way so soon. Call it a hunch, or maybe the fact that I wasn’t sure I was ready either.

Instead, I continued to caress her breasts, kissing them, and then moved my hands down to remove her panties, kissing the insides of her thighs, moving closer with my tongue. Then she held my head, turning me to look at her.

“Are you sure?” she asked.

“Sure?” I chuckled. “I can’t think of anything I’m more certain of right now.”

She licked her lips, blinked, and then closed her eyes, releasing me. My face went straight in between her legs, kissing and caressing and licking, loving the taste of her pussy. My last girlfriend had never let me do this, and honestly the first one had been more of a one-night stand who was cheating on someone else with me, so just a quick fuck and it was over. So when I got to get in there like that, I didn’t exactly know what I was doing, but I was doing it. I was loving it. And so was she.

“Tell me what to do,” I said, coming up for air.

She had a hand on her breast, caressing herself, and said, “Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

So I did, until she finally grabbed me by the hair, pushing my head against her and wrapping her legs around me so that I started to worry I might suffocate. Then she was telling me, “My clit, my clit, there, yes, there, yes,” and I my tongue was cramping but I didn’t care, and then she was arching her back, her little ass in the air, and yelping as loud as she fucking wanted because—I hoped—this safe house had to be soundproof or magically hidden or something.

And then, finally, when I thought I was going to drop dead but no way in hell was I giving up, she relaxed with one final, high-pitched sound that turned me on to no end, and she was done.

“Well played, sir,” she said, taking my hand and kissing the back of it. “Well played.”

I grinned. “It was…. I mean, I’m not sure—it seemed like you liked it.”

She laughed, and then laughed some more. Taking my hand in both of hers, she held it and stared at it for a