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

was so sensual for me, and yet… strange. Red was biting her lip and staring at my cock as if this was her next challenge, but then her eyes flitted up to mine and she smiled, then went at it harder. Elisa was back at her canvas, painting, watching, painting, and I just arched my back, letting it happen, until finally I felt my balls warm, my abs clench, and cum fly out across the paint-covered form of Pucky’s ass and back.

When it was done, Red wiped her hand on the sheets, gave me another grin, and said, “Get some rest, we have training tomorrow,” then walked off.

I fell back onto the bed, spent, before moving over to lie next to Pucky, taking her hand and kissing it. She moved over and kissed me, and then Elisa cleared her throat.

“She’s right, you know,” Elisa said. “This project is complete. I’m not quite sure how to capture it all, but… we should get some sleep. Join me in the next room over.”

“That was amazing,” Pucky said. “Strange as fuck, but amazing.”

I laughed. “You’re telling me.”

We both stood, followed Elisa and heard the sound of running water. There was a shower there, and Elisa was already rinsing, the paint coming off easily enough. She motioned us over, but there was only one shower.

“Don’t be shy,” she said, “not after that.”

We approached, and she made just enough room for us both, then started running her hands along Pucky’s body to help clean her. At first Pucky looked surprised, then uneasy, and finally was loving it. She took the cue and started doing the same for me, and even turned and caressed Elisa’s breasts at one point.

This, of course, made me hard again, but it only lasted a minute before starting to go away, as spent as I was.

When we were all clean and dry, Elisa said she was going to the master suite, but showed us to our rooms. I hesitated at my door, Pucky at hers, and when Elisa was gone she came over and kissed me again, caressing my cock and kneeling to give it a quick kiss. “Good night,” she said to my cock, then stood and kissed me too before saying good night again and going back to her room.

I wasn’t sure if I should follow, but figured that if she wanted to sleep in the same bed, she would’ve come with me. And hell, I was so tired, it probably wouldn’t matter. I entered the room to find a king bed, collapsed into it, and was out.

18

Morning came early, but I was rested and ready to get at it. All the fighting without proper training had worked out in the end, but left me with an uneasy feeling. The ladies had said they’d expected more resistance, more Legends to be waiting for us at the hideout, but I’d already thought it was quite the challenge.

If we were going to face more next time, I needed to know what the hell I was doing out there. I woke up on my own, went to the window to look out over the city, and stared in awe. I’d been here many times before, but staring out at rich houses from the window of a rich house felt completely different. There wasn’t the sense of awe mixed with jealousy when normally seeing houses like this, or the curiosity of what life might be like within. Here I was with three beautiful, sexually inciting women, and I’d just had the best sleep of my life.

Now I knew—life like this was awesome.

The morning sun still hadn’t fully come over the hill behind us, but it was already casting rays of orange and pink across the clouds above and some of the rooftops nearby. A man in a bathrobe sipped a drink and read from his tablet on a rooftop not so far off, while a woman crossed below walking her dogs. Opening the window, I felt the cool breeze on my face and my senses awakened. It was time to learn how to be a warrior.

The first thing I saw when I turned towards the door was a painting on the nightstand that I hadn’t noticed before. It was actually quite amazing, the way Elisa had captured the sex-fest from the night before. Broad strokes captured our movements, various colors splashed on our bodies in an almost obscure fashion, but there was no doubt what it was depicting… especially by the clarity of a hand on my cock in one place where I was leaning back, the cock painted with the most detail of all the whole thing.

Staring at it, I started to feel uneasy. Had I actually done all of that? The paints and everything, the shower after? And Red… The idea of simply walking out there and acting like nothing had happened seemed impossible. So then there was no reason to act that way, right? I’d strut out and own it, I decided.

Putting on a fresh change of clothes Elisa had apparently left out—or maybe a servant?—I walked out to find that I didn’t have the slightest clue where all the hallways led. It took me a good fifteen minutes to find the dining room, mostly by following the scent of coffee and freshly baked lemon scones.

When I sat down and had my first bite, washing it down with a sip of coffee, I was in heaven. Elisa entered a moment later, carrying a pitcher of orange juice and a bowl of fruit.

“I hope you liked your painting,” she said, setting the fruit in front of me and pouring some juice.

“Yes, about as much as I enjoyed being the study of your art project,” I said, and her eyes darted over to mine, a gentle, caring look to them.

“I’m still learning my side, but you performed yours like a true champion.”

I laughed, hoping I wasn’t blushing too much. “Are Myths always so… forward?”

“We’ve been around longer,” she explained, sitting two