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

cocked her head. “Honestly, I was thinking you could sleep again, find out about seeing me again, like before. But… would that help you sleep?”

Choosing my words carefully, here, I said, “I’m a bit wound up. A tension release?”

“That’s how you proposition a lady?” She laughed, stepped over, and began helping me with the pants. “Maybe just a massage.”

“A massage?”

She nodded, her hand slipping into my boxer briefs to grab my stiff cock and slowly caress it. “What, you don’t like my massage?”

I closed my eyes, feeling her hand on my shaft, then opened them to see her pulling my boxer briefs down and watched as she stroked my cock. Then she guided me to the bed, grabbed a box of tissues, and had me lie on my back as she stroked me with both hands, rocking with the motion.

“You’re sure you don’t want…?” My eyes roamed down, hands on her legs.

She shook her head. “When we’re ready.”

I relaxed, letting the moment happen. Her firm grip brought me to release, her eyes watching me hungrily as I came. She wiped me clean with the tissues, then lay down next to me, one leg draped over my cock, arm over my side exactly as we had been the night before.

“There, I hope that helps you sleep.”

My mind filled with fantasies of her going down on me, of the two of us on a hillside fucking under the moonlight, and I moaned, the shivers of an orgasmic aftershock running through me as my eyes started to close.

84

I was there again, in that little hut, but the women were gone. I stood there all by myself, staring at a small sculpture of a gargoyle. Clay, it seemed, fairly crude, and not like the sexy ones Ebrill and her friend had proven to be. In fact, this one was more like a cross between them and the Okinawan lion statues out front of my aunt’s house. It got me thinking, wondering if those statues could somehow come to life. But it also got me wondering what these elves, if that’s what they were, knew about gargoyles.

For the first time, I considered that maybe they weren’t elves at all, simply gargoyles if gargoyles didn’t turn to stone during the day. Wherever I was, could it be possible that these ones turned into the women I had seen last time?

The rest of the room wasn’t anything special. Wood floors and beams overhead, a trunk with clothing, and some paper under a bodice that had been tossed aside. I took a step closer to the paper, lifting the bodice at the sight of swirling patterns. These patterns… I recognized them. In fact, even the writing looked familiar.

On a hunch, I held up my hand to see if I could access my screen from here. Sure enough, it popped up and let me access the pages I had scanned from the Llyfr Sillafu, the spell book. Only, these ones weren’t complete. It was like they were copying it over, or possibly even creating it.

Could these women—elves, gargoyles, or otherwise—be the ones who created the spell book?

Voices sounded from the main entrance, and they weren’t friendly. One was the goblin with the snake eyes from before, I was sure of it. Another was the deeper, terrifying voice. I snuck to the back of the hut, about to make my escape, when I saw a stream nearby. It wasn’t the stream that caught my attention, but an elf… the one I now knew was Ebrill, somehow before she became a gargoyle, if that made any sense.

One way I could tell she wasn’t really a gargoyle here was that the sun was shining on her nude form, her back to me, water dripping down her round ass as she bathed herself. She started to turn, looking up at something, the underside of her breast exposed. I told myself to look away, tried even, but damn, that was impossible. You don’t see beauty like that and avert your eyes.

The voices reminded me that danger was coming, and I knew that if they caught her there like that, she would be in serious trouble. Realizing I only had one move here, I darted out, staying low as I sprinted toward her.

Shit, shit, shit, my mind was saying, while my mouth moved as I tried to think about how to warn her. In an instant, she turned, fully exposed and facing me, and a figure rose from my left as a shout came and motion of hands.

A force knocked me sideways. My ears rang. Two women moved up on me. One had red hair, the other black, and green light emitted from one of their hands in a way that made me wonder if I would live to see the next few seconds.

“Enemy… coming…” I managed to get out, hands up as I knelt. “I’m on your side.”

“You again,” I heard from one side, and then they had me, all of us running.

“Grab your damn clothes!” the other sort of hissed and shouted at Ebrill, who still stood there nude, staring in confusion. At those words, though, she snapped into action, running from the water and going for a dress nearby.

Only, there wasn’t time to dress, so she ran with us, clutching the garment to her chest and eyeing me with confusion.

“You two, that way,” one of the others said, and then they broke left. We darted right, going along the curve of the hill. I glanced back to see the forms of one horned man and one shorter figure that I took to be the goblin from before, but really had no idea.

“Get down,” Ebrill hissed, pulling me with her so that we slid down the grassy hill, out of sight. As she started to pull the dress on to cover herself, she glared at me. “Avert your gaze.”

“Sorry, I…” I turned, thinking I would peek to ensure that we weren’t being followed. “Will they be okay?”

“They can handle themselves,” she