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

BOOK 6: They Come at Night

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Lying in bed and staring at the ceiling as a beautiful witch worked her tongue on my balls wasn’t the worst way to spend the afternoon, but honestly, there was a lot on my mind. Yenifer was out there and we needed to find her, see why she didn’t seem to recognize any of us. Some of the Nine Ladies, an ancient group of powerful women who had been around during King Arthur’s time, were being brought back—or maybe were already back—and would cause trouble.

“It’s not going to come back up, is it?” Megha asked.

I glanced down, taking in my limp dick and debating whether to give it a couple of strokes to see what would happen. The little guy was tired. Best to give him a rest. Shaking my head, I gave her a ‘sorry’ look.

With a quick kiss on the tip, she chuckled, then pushed me back and straddled my face. “That’s fine, you can finish me off again.”

No complaints there, and I loved a woman who could take control and tell me what she wanted. It helped that her pussy had a bit of a pumpkin-spice latte thing going on. Not that I actually liked those lattes. Too much sugar, maybe? But here, it was the perfect amount, like the way you expect the lattes to taste when you smell them, but they never quite do.

And it gave me energy, too! More than any caffeine could have. When she clenched up, legs pressing in on my head and fingers gripping my hair, pulling, it hurt but was like taking three shots of espresso. My tongue went into overdrive, rotating around her clit and then flicking across it as it hardened. Each moan came deeper and longer, each convulsion rocking her body in ways that made me feel like the fucking man.

One long “Mmmmmmm,” ended it, and she stared down at me with a dazed, affectionate look in her eyes.

As she rolled off, I was up, grinning wildly as I wiped my lips and chin.

“What?” she asked, eyeing me. “Why’re you grinning like you were the one who just had your pussy licked?”

“Wouldn’t know what that’s like, exactly,” I pointed out, jumping up and going to the adjoining bathroom for a quick wash and to take a piss. “What can I say? I’m a pussy eater and I love it. I’m addicted.”

She laughed, then threw a pillow at me as I came back in, dick swinging. Seeing me pull on my boxers, she sighed. “Putting it away so soon?”

“It wasn’t doing much for me, anyway,” I admitted. “Let’s give it a break so I can come back swinging with a vengeance.”

Her laugh echoed off the walls, gentle and fun. “I can’t wait. Mmm, the way your thighs were slapping against mine last night, your balls rocking back and forth.”

“Jeesh.” I ran a hand through my hair.

My timidness earned another laugh, and then she was up, kissing me fervently before turning to put her clothes on. I paused, watching her petite but thick ass, the curve of her mound displayed as she bent—no doubt showing off on purpose.

“How much do I owe you?” she asked, patting her ass as if there was a wallet in her dress. We both knew there wasn’t.

“Hardy har.” I finished dressing, then nodded to the door. “I was thinking we should go check on the others.”

“Yeah?”

“Steph and her wraith knights. Remember, Galahad and Steph were working to kind of make them more cognizant or something?”

“Ooh, I am curious.” She pushed me back onto the bed, pinning my hands behind my head.

“More?” I asked, eager to please but also confused.

She licked her lips but then shook her head. “No, just wanted another moment with you to myself. It seems that’s hard to get around here.”

“Right. Funny thing is, I’d always considered myself very serious when it comes to relationships and monogamy.”

“Oh, you’re serious. It just happens to be about a relationship with several women instead of one.” She cocked her head. “And if a guy wanted to be involved? Wanted to kiss your—”

“Sorry,” I interrupted, unable to consider it. “I don’t mean to be an ass. I have no problem with others doing what makes them happy, but for me? Females only, please.”

“Fair enough.”

I eyed her, waiting to see what she was really doing. Holding me there, eyes darting back and forth over mine, clearly debating how to say something.

“You know,” she finally spoke up, “I’ve been out, or free you could say, for a lot longer than the others.”

“To be clear, when you say out, you’re not talking about the ‘out of the closet,’ into women, out, right?”

She rolled her eyes. “Of course, I’m into women, every bit as much as I’m into you. They’re simply too sexy not to be into them. But no, I mean… out of Avalon. Wasn’t held in stone like Ebrill and the rest.”

“I know.”

“So, you can assume I’ve heard things, been around to watch the realities grow into legends.” She ran a finger along my lips, smiling pleasantly. Then her finger stopped, and her expression grew dark. “The Nine are worse than legends say. Maybe not all of them, I don’t know, but there’s darkness there you couldn’t begin to understand. And their reach is deep. Stories passed down throughout the world, fairy tales and fables, much of them have some truth. Magical characters that have existed in one way or another, in a way that has made these tales—and many of the stories are there to make the original characters—seem less scary.”

“I don’t understand. You’re telling me fairy tales are real?”

She bit her lip as she nodded. “But not real in the way you would think. Some are more like demons. Is it such a surprise, though, what I’m saying? Galahad, Arthur, all of that was legend. Some question the reality, saying it never could have been.”

“I… guess?” I honestly wasn’t sure. There were articles online where so-called experts held forth