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Puppet Strings - Chapter 10
By Kudara
Disclaimer:
All the characters appearing in Gargoyles are copyright Buena
Vista Television/The Walt Disney Company. No infringement of
these copyrights is intended, and is not authorized by the
copyright holder. All original characters are the property of
the author.
Warning: none
Rating: Adult
Feedback: Always welcome, feedback is what encourages me to keep
writing. Please let me know what you like and what you dislike
about the story.
Revision History: 02/24/08
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Kendra’s skin was surprisingly warm, Demona
had expected the woman’s naked flight through the cold night air
would have chilled her. The soft press of breast and thigh
against her skin instantly rekindled the immortal gargoyle’s
desire. However, the aroma wafting from the cook pot intruded
before she could act upon it.
Kendra turned her head toward the fire, “We
need to eat,” she said regretfully. She reached up and touched
Demona’s lips with one finger, trailing it lightly along their
fullness, “Hold this thought though, this feels…” she closed her
eyes for a moment and smiled, “absolutely wonderful,” she
finished huskily. She opened her blue eyes and with a
protesting groan pushed away from the flame-haired gargoyle’s
warm embrace. “Food, then…” she muttered to herself kneeling by
the fire and grabbing one of the shallow bowl/plates that had
been inside the campfire cook pot when they found it in the
survival kit.
Oh yes, Demona thought to herself,
watching the play of firelight over the dusky bare skin, the
flickering highlighting of breast and length of smoothly muscled
thigh, the hidden shadowing of flat stomach. Food and then.
Kendra apportioned the stew into two
servings, handed one to Demona, and then pulled one of the
survival blankets around her as she sat next to the fire to eat.
Demona ate, but her mind wasn’t on the
stewed meat she was consuming. She couldn’t keep her eyes off
Kendra; the flickering light of the fire was inexorably
reminding her of another scene by another fire. In the
gargoyles mind the memory replayed, firelight flickered over
muscular shoulders and the arms raised above the woman’s head.
It gleamed off the black hair spread wantonly across shoulders
and bared back. It highlighted the play of muscles under the
dusky skin as Kendra moved in slow sensual writhe and soft
panting breaths as she pleaded in her dream. The slow sensual
baring of the woman’s neck, the soft yielding submissiveness of
her pose so at contrast to the graceful, strong fierceness
Demona knew the woman possessed.
“What are you thinking,” Kendra’s whisper
drew Demona from her memories. The black-haired woman had
finished her stew; the empty plate was sitting on the forest
floor next to the fire.
“Your dream, I haven’t been able to get out
of my mind,” the flame-haired gargoyle admitted, “You don’t know
how close I came to making it a reality that night, I had to
leave.”
Kendra drew in a sharp breath and her blue
eyes darkened, “And now,” she asked, her voice held a hint of
challenge.
A swift rush of desire urged Demona to rise
and claim Kendra, but she fought it, she couldn’t commit to that
type of a promise. “I can’t. I’d be lying if I claimed I could
make that type of commitment to you right now, and I know you
aren’t ready either. Less than an hour ago we admitted that we
wanted whatever is between us to be more than just casual, but
weren’t certain what else we wanted it to be. Neither of us is
ready to promise forever.” Her voice held her regret; she
really wished that she could promise that, her body definitely
wanted her to. The startled look on Kendra’s face following
that statement revealed the other woman’s surprise.
“Claiming me tonight would be something
like an engagement or marriage?” Kendra sought clarification.
The gargoyle blinked, hearing it put
bluntly like that she wasn’t as certain anymore what it would
mean between them. “Something like that,” she answered
hesitantly. “Between two gargoyles it would.” At least
between a male and a female gargoyle it would, her mind
added.
Kendra looked troubled, “Demona,” she
started then paused frowning thoughtfully, “I need to order my
thoughts here for a moment,” she said frankly.
Uncertain why what she had said had
disturbed Kendra, the redheaded gargoyle caped her wings about
herself nervously.
The black haired woman started speaking
again after almost a full minute of silence. “First,” she gazed
directly into Demona’s green eyes, “It wouldn’t mean that to
me. Quite honestly, that sounds too much like ownership
assertion to me.” Kendra paused letting that point sink in for
a moment. She took in a deep breath, before continuing, “I want
you to claim me, to dominate me,” she admitted, “but I don’t
want you to own me or think that you have the right to. I’ll
never want that. Each time I let you claim me it will always be
for only that time, it will never mean you have some type of
right or expectation of that in the future.”
Kendra’s words made Demona very aware of
the fact that the black-haired woman wasn’t only human. There
was the untamed spirit of a jaguar in there with the human and
right now it was making itself very clearly known. Kendra’s
sapphire blue eyes held all the untamed wildness and strength
that had attracted Demona so strongly to the woman in the first
place.
The immortal gargoyle nodded, “I can
understand and accept that. I guess I’ve never really thought
much about the inter-personal dynamics of my past
relationships. Things were very…” she paused, thinking about
Goliath and Thailog, “traditional in my two previous
relationships.” Very traditional, she thought to herself as she
reflected on how both Goliath and Thailog rarely paid attention
to her opinions and desires and how their decisions had always
been the final ones. Since Thailog was a clone of Goliath, it
really shouldn’t have been surprising to her that the two males
acted almost exactly alike in that respect.
“Very traditional?” asked Kendra staring at
her with a puzzled look.
Demona grimaced, “They rarely listened to
me and their word was the final one in any decision making.”
“You don’t really strike me as the type to
go for that,” Kendra remarked bemused.
The immortal gargoyle snorted, “No I guess
I’m not, both relationships ended rather badly.” She chuckled
dryly, trying to kill her first ex and holding the second to
keep him from escaping as they both fell into a fiery inferno
did count as ending badly didn’t it?
Kendra cocked her head slightly, and gave
the gargoyle a curious look, but let the moment pass. She would
much rather discuss what might happen between them, rather than
what had been between Demona and any previous lovers. “I would
rather have a relationship between equals, where we listen to
one another and where our decisions reflect the fact that we
care about each other’s point of view.”
Demona’s eyes widened in surprise, she
hadn’t expected this subject to come up so soon. “That sounds
appealing,” she admitted, and it did, it sounded very appealing
as well as being rather novel. Tentatively she asked, “And
fidelity?” no longer wanting to take that for granted, but
really hoping the answer was yes. She didn’t think she could
deal with the idea of Kendra being with another while with her
as well.
The black-haired woman snorted,
“Reputations have a hard time dying don’t’ they,” she reflected,
“Yes, right after my mother died I did go through a few
girlfriends, but I never cheated on any of them. That phase in
my life didn’t last for very long. I think I was trying to
drive away my feelings of loss by being with them, but not
surprisingly, since I didn’t love any of them and they didn’t
love me either that didn’t work out very well. I haven’t been
with anyone for two years now.”
Demona hadn’t actually known this; she had
just seen the pictures, not known exactly when Kendra had been
with any of the women. From what Kendra had just said, the
immortal gargoyle deduced they had all been within a rather
short time span. It didn’t really matter to her, Kendra had
just given her the answer she needed, and the knot of worry that
had started to form in her chest unwound.
Kendra continued, “As far as I’m concerned,
I’m involved in the very beginning of a relationship with you
and you have the right to expect me to be faithful to you while
we figure out where this is going between us and how permanent
we want it to be. I hope you feel the same way,” she eyed the
gargoyle questioningly.
“Yes, we are in a relationship, and yes I
will be faithful to you,” Demona had no trouble answering
without hesitation. She might not be certain exactly what she
felt for Kendra, but considering she hadn’t been intimate with
anyone but Goliath and Thailog, to her last night mean that she
and Kendra were now in a relationship.
Kendra eyed her thoughtfully, “I won’t be
owned, but that has nothing to do with my ability to be
faithful. Fidelity is about trust in a relationship. People
who feel they have to possess someone to make sure they stay
faithful are really saying they don’t trust you to be faithful
unless they can directly control you, that they can watch and
verify that you’re not being unfaithful.” She continued, her
voice taking on overtones of outrage, “That’s not real trust,
and if the two you were with treated you like that…like they had
to possess you, to own you, then they didn’t really trust you
like they should have, or like you deserved to be trusted.” She
added less angrily, “At least that’s my opinion on the subject.”
Demona almost replied, almost said
something about Goliath and Thailog, almost said something about
how Goliath had not done that he had just taken her for granted
once they were together. She didn’t though; as charming as she
found Kendra’s outrage on her behalf, she didn’t want to get
sidetracked into a discussion about the two males. Not out in
the middle of the woods in the cold, and definitely not while
Kendra was sitting naked with just a thin blanket around her
huddled by the fire. She crossed the few feet of distance that
separated them, and knelt down beside the black-haired woman.
“I suspect your right about that,” that was
all Demona wanted to say on the subject for right now, as there
were much more important things on her mind. “I don’t want to
own you, I…” she stopped, uncertain how to explain what she
wanted when the desire she felt for Kendra was so different from
anything else she had ever experienced before.
Sapphire blue eyes looked questioningly
into her own; she reached out a taloned hand and ran it through
the silky midnight black long hair. “The first time I saw you
in my office I was surprised by how beautiful you were and how
much strength and power I could sense from you. The second time
we sparred I was drawn by your strength and gracefulness, and
when I pinned you on the mat.” She shifted closer, lowered her
lips to Kendra’s.
The kiss started out hesitantly, then
Demona felt the woman in her arms shift and Kendra’s arms wound
around her neck. The lips underneath hers returned her kiss
passionately as she gathered the woman closer and caped her
wings about Kendra to shield her from the cold night air. She
broke the kiss, ignoring the black-haired woman’s protesting
moan and trailed kisses across her jaw to her ear. She took the
lobe between her teeth and nipped it gently.
“I thought I was rubbing in my victory when
I told you to surrender,” she whispered in Kendra’s ear. She
felt a shudder run thru the woman in her arms at these words,
“And then you did and I realized how much you were willing to
surrender to me.” Demona pulled back enough to look into
Kendra’s passion darkened blue eyes, “Something happened that
had never happened to me in a thousand years.” The blue eyes
widened in surprise, Kendra apparently hadn’t suspected this.
Demona continued, “I wanted to stay there, I wanted to hold you
down, I wanted to touch you, I felt desire for a human for the
first time in my life.”
Kendra stared at her for a moment, and then
she whispered, “Let’s stay out here. The wind has died down.
It won’t be much warmer in the shelter than it is here by the
fire and we can bring the blankets out here as well.”
Demona glanced around the clearing, Kendra
was right the wind had died completely down and if they stayed
next to the fire they would probably be warmer than in the
shelter. “Alright,” she agreed.
As Demona pulled the silvery blankets and
arranged them by the fire, Kendra placed more wood onto the
fire. The wood caught fire quickly, the renewed flames casting
a bright warm glow about the small clearing. “Besides, I want
to see you,” the black-haired woman said huskily, her eyes
locked on the gargoyle’s form.
Demona felt a thrill of arousal shoot
through her; it wasn’t just the words, but the desire filled
look that accompanied them. Her hands went to her halter-top
and then her loincloth, dropping each to the ground, “Then
look.” Kendra’s gaze was like a heated caress across her body,
every nerve ending seemed to come alive and prick as the
darkened sapphire blue gaze wandered over her.
“You are so beautiful in either form,”
Kendra’s voice was low and roughened with need. She crossed the
few feet that separated them, leaving only a few inches between
their bodies. Demona was actually slightly taller than Kendra
now, the transformation having added several inches due to the
physical differences between the gargoyle foot and the human
foot. “I still can’t see all of you,” she whispered as her
fingers lifted to the beaten gold band that covered the
gargoyle’s brow ridge, she hesitated waiting for permission.
Demona tilted her head down, “go ahead,”
she whispered. Macbeth had been the last person to see her bare
forehead ridges she realized, but no one except for Goliath had
ever touched her there. Thoughts of how it would feel to have
the Kendra’s fingers trailing over her ridges had her hoping the
black-haired woman would be the second.
Kendra carefully pulled the golden band
away from Demona’s brow, exposing the bony ridge above the
gargoyle’s green eyes. It took a brief moment to kneel and
place the band carefully upon one of the silvery blankets next
to the fire. Demona was still standing with her head tilted
slightly downward, her tail moving in a lazy arc behind her.
Kendra reached up and trailed her fingers lightly over the
ridges exploring them. She breathed in a breath when the
flame-haired gargoyle closed her eyes in pleasure and leaned
into the touch.
“Is this sensitive because you keep it
covered, or is it just sensitive and that’s why you keep it
covered?” Kendra asked softly, not wanting to disturb the
current mood.
Demona grinned lazily, her eyes still
closed, “Brow ridges are sensitive, but mainly I use the band to
keep my hair out of my face.”
“Ah,” Kendra murmured as she continued
stroking Demona’s face eye ridges then she trailed her fingers
along the rigid spine that formed the upper edge of the
gargoyle’s ears. She heard Demona’s soft moan as she stroked
along the gargoyle’s ears and she smiled, obviously this felt
good for both humans and gargoyles. She pushed her fingers into
the mass of flame red hair and covered Demona’s red lips with
her own, pressing against the gargoyle’s warm body. Demona’s
arms wrapped around her and then she felt Demona’s wings fold
around her encasing her within their warmth. She shuddered as
she realized that she was literally surrounded by her lover.
Heated tingling arousal shot through her as if something had
sparked trails of fire along all the nerve endings and she
groaned into Demona’s mouth.
Demona pulled away from the black-haired
woman’s soft lips long enough to comment, “You really like
having my wings around you don’t you.” She growled softly when
Kendra bit lightly upon her chin.
“Yes,” Kendra whispered into the gargoyles
skin, she could tell that it was thicker than her own human
skin, but it was soft as well, and she wanted to test its
resilience to her teeth as well as its taste with her mouth.
“You realize,” she bit lightly on the gargoyle’s jaw, “that you
surround me,” she trailed her lips up to the gargoyle’s ear.
“That I’m,” she bit lightly near the earring evoking another
soft growl then flicked her tongue over the same area, “wrapped
inside of you.”
Kendra’s words caused the muscles deep
within Demona to clench, tightening and coiling in desire. She
could feel herself grow wet and slick in reaction to them, her
heart pounded in her chest, and without conscious thought, her
hands moved lower. She just remembered not to grip too tightly
with her talons as she ground her hips into Kendra’s. She
hadn’t ever thought about it that way, but Kendra was right she
was surrounded by the gargoyle’s body. Demona became hyper
aware of the feel of the woman in her arms, the press of breast
and thigh, and the feel of soft tender skin against the membrane
of her wings. She had reveled in these same sensations earlier,
but she hadn’t placed it in the same context that she did now,
now it felt profoundly intimate in a way it hadn’t before. She
didn’t want to let Kendra go, she wanted to take the woman like
this, wanted to feel her cry out and shudder in pleasure while
wrapped inside her wings.
But how? Demona’s mind wrapped around the
problem, she already knew she couldn’t use her talons as she had
used her fingers in her human form, and she had already thought
about how her tail to please Kendra. This was more of a
logistics problem, before she had imagined Kendra on her stomach
underneath her, now she wanted to be able to touch the woman
while holding her inside her wings. Her mind sorted through
various possibilities, discarding each as too difficult or more
often too uncomfortable for one or both of them.
“What are you thinking so hard about,”
Kendra asked, amusement clear.
Demona smiled down at her, “How to do this
while holding you, but I think I have an idea now.” She knelt
slowly, supporting Kendra’s back with her wing forearms, and
guiding the woman’s hips so that she sat on top of the
gargoyle’s parted thighs. Kendra’s legs were on the outside of
her own, and her own legs were parted enough for her tail to
easily slip under and up between them. Demona stared down at
the woman on her lap, taking in the breasts with their stiffly
budded nipples, the shadowed intimate softness spread so open
for her touch between Kendra’s parted thighs. “Oh, yes,” she
whispered huskily, “I think this will work quite nicely.”
The flame-haired gargoyle let Kendra fall
backward slightly while pulling her hips closer; bringing the
woman’s soft breasts within reach. She bent her head and drew
one of the stiffly budded nipples into her mouth being very
careful of her fangs and rolled her tongue around its stiff
prominence.
“Demona,” Kendra sighed. Her hands played
restlessly among the gargoyles thick flame colored locks,
caressing and running her fingers though it, sometimes slowly
and sometimes rapidly betraying her alternating pleasure and
impatience for more contact. After a few seconds she hissed,
“Oh yes,” she arched her back and begged, “harder please.”
Demona smiled against the soft dusky skin,
she reached up and carefully began gently pinching and pulling
upon the other nipple. Kendra moaned, and she glanced upward
taking in the half-closed eyes, and the open pleasure upon the
woman’s face. She kept up the gentle torment, being gentle with
one breast while hovering on the edge of pain with the other.
When the nipple she was pinching felt slightly heated and
reddened, she switched, gently laving the abused nipple while
tormenting the other.
“Oh goddess,” moaned Kendra passionately,
her hips began slowly rocking back and forth upon Demona’s lap.
The heady aroma of Kendra’s arousal rose
between them; Demona drew it in, inhaled it and categorized the
different scents of it as she would a fine wine. She growled
softly against the soft swell of Kendra’s breast, she had to
taste her; she had to taste her softness, the tender and so
sensitive skin she had felt with her human fingers the day
before. She wrapped one arm around Kendra’s back and leaned
forward. The black-haired woman let out a startled breath as
her shoulders came to rest upon the ground, separated from its
coldness only by the furthermost span of Demona’s wings still
underneath her.
Without any more warning, Demona lifted
Kendra’s hips and instructed, “Put your legs over my
shoulders.” The darkened blue eyes widened for a moment before
the black-haired woman did as she asked. Beautiful, Demona
thought as her eyes wandered over the intimate flesh now
revealed to her as Kendra’s thighs naturally fell apart exposing
her to the gargoyles heated gaze. So delicately rose colored,
so tender and so glisteningly wet. She leaned closer, and
inhaled the rich musky fragrance of her lover.
A shudder ran through Kendra’s body, and
Demona eyes moved away from the sweet flesh near her mouth to
the passion glazed blue eyes. The immortal gargoyle could see
the anticipation in them, see how much Kendra wanted this, she
nuzzled the soft black curls with her lips. She heard the
indrawn gasp and felt the stillness in her lover’s body as the
woman waited for the first touch of the gargoyle’s lips or
tongue. She smiled, deciding that it wasn’t time yet for that,
the anticipation should definitely be drawn out. She trailed
her lips and nose teasingly over the silky curls ignoring the
entreating movements of Kendra’s hips, and let her tongue seek
out the musky fluid clinging to them.
“Please Demona, please,” Kendra finally
begged after a several seconds of this teasing.
The depths of need revealed in the almost
sobbing tone inflamed Demona; she pressed her lips against the
silky black curls, and growled possessively. A wrenching cry
was drawn out of the black haired woman as she bucked
convulsively against the gargoyles mouth in reaction. Memory
rose in the gargoyle, she looked into Kendra’s eyes and hoped
she was right about the desire in them as she asked, “Is this
mine?”
The sapphire blue eyes widened, Kendra drew
in a breath, her body shook at the words, “Yes,” she answered,
“Oh, yes.” Her eyes closed and she arched her back, drawing her
legs up and opening herself even more to Demona’s gaze, offering
herself, “Yours,” she cried softly.
“Mine,” Demona agreed huskily feeling her
own sex clench in sympathetic need. She groaned as she finally
allowed herself to taste the musky fluid of Kendra’s arousal.
Soft, so tender and delicate here, so many folds to explore with
her tongue, Demona knew it wouldn’t take long she could feel the
tension, the twitching clenching of the flesh under her tongue.
Her lips closed in on the small human nodule of flesh, thinking
of how much smaller than her own it was.
Demona suckled on the swollen pearl,
drawing it and the delicate flesh around it up into her mouth.
She played with it, laving her tongue over it and around it,
until she felt the tension in her lover’s muscles that signaled
her imminent release, and then she growled a deep, vibrant
growl. She wanted to touch, to hold within herself, no matter
how briefly, all of the strength, the gracefulness, the
fascinating mixture of tenderness and untamed wildness that
defined who Kendra was to her. She put all of her desire, all
of the need to touch and claim Kendra’s soul just for a fleeting
moment, into the growl, letting her lips resonate her claim
possessively into the tender flesh trapped between them.
A wailing cry of, “Demona,” rewarded her as
Kendra shuddered and bucked in her pleasure against her mouth.
The immortal gargoyle held onto Kendra’s
hips tightly, preventing all but the barest movement. She could
feel the flesh between her lips and against her chin clench and
release rhythmically as her lover climaxed. She waited, her
eyes hooded in pleasure, reveling in her lovers release until
she could feel only the smallest of twitches before releasing
the possessive hold she had on the flesh between her lips.
Gently she nuzzled the tender flesh and then began exploring the
intimate folds all over again; she was hardly done with Kendra.
After only a short while, an aroused
whimper and the renewed welling of moisture rewarded the
gargoyles efforts. Demona waited until the gentle rocking of
Kendra’s hips against her mouth heralded the true return of the
woman’s passion before gently lowering her lover’s hips and
using the strength in her wings to lift the woman’s body until
she was seated upon her thighs as she had been before. She
silenced Kendra’s protesting moan with her mouth, letting the
black-haired woman taste herself upon Demona’s lips.
Her tail snaked underneath her, into the
space she had left between her thighs just for this purpose.
“Don’t worry I’m not stopping,” she said huskily, “but I
believed there was something else you wanted from me.” She let
her tail rest against Kendra’s inner thigh, not wanting to
startle the woman too much.
Kendra stiffened in surprise, her eyes
glanced downward, she took in a breath, released it. She looked
back up, meeting Demona’s green eyes, “I want to touch you as
well,” she whispered relaxing once again. Her hands trailed
along the gargoyles strong shoulders, stroked downward along the
smooth slope of the gargoyles breasts to the raspberry colored
nipples that had so fascinated her earlier.
“Have I mentioned before that I really,
really like the color of your skin?” Kendra asked as she began
gently cupping and stroking the gargoyle’s breasts, pausing at
the tips to lightly squeeze and pinch the erect nipples.
Demona leaned back on her taloned feet,
arching her back to give the black-haired woman better access,
“No,” she paused to groan in pleasure, “No I don’t believe you
have,” she managed to finally say.
Kendra smiled, “Well I do.” She started to
slide off Demona’s lap.
The gargoyle’s wings closed around her
stopping her movement, “Where are you going?” Demona asked with
a sexy grin. She let her tail trail upwards, brush lightly over
the silken curls picking up the moisture upon them.
Instinctively Kendra arched into the
contact, “I,” she paused to whimper in pleasure as the
gargoyle’s tail stroked over her center, “wanted to touch you,
to taste you,” she finished with a moan as Demona’s tail brushed
along center teasingly once again.
“If you really want to,” Demona paused to
tease her lover again, savoring how the silky wet flesh felt
against her tail. “But I would rather do this,” she teasingly
inserted the just the tip into the warm passageway. She leaned
forward and trailed her mouth along Kendra’s shoulder letting
the woman feel the tips of her fangs drag ever so carefully
across the tender skin until reaching the thicker muscle where
the shoulder and neck met. She paused there, bit down lightly,
careful not to break the skin, not yet. Kendra moaned softly
and a quiver ran thru her, Demona kissed the spot and whispered,
“And I’d like to do this, to fulfill your dream tonight.”
Kendra shifted closer, bowed her head
resting it upon the immortal gargoyles shoulder exposing the
length of her neck. “Yes,” she whispered, turning her head to
stare into Demona’s eyes.
Demona growled softly in pleasure at the
answer, slowly she eased her tail further into the yielding
warmth of Kendra’s entrance. “No don’t turn away I want to see
you,” the immortal gargoyle urged her lover as the black-haired
woman turned to bury her head in the gargoyle’s shoulder.
Obediently the blue eyes turned back to her and Demona knew her
own face was mirroring the pleasure so visible upon Kendra’s as
more of her tail was enclosed within the moist, heated depths.
Finally, she felt the very tip of her tail just brush against
flesh again and she stopped, the warm channel greedily clenched
along the length of her tail as if to pull it in even further.
Ever so slowly, she withdrew her tail, enjoying the way the
velvety walls clung to it as if reluctant to let it go. Then
pushed ever so slowly inward again, stretching and refilling the
intimate passage. “You feel so good, so soft, so warm, so
tightly gripping me,” Demona whispered, “I love being inside
you.”
“Oh goddess, Demona,” Kendra responded to
the heated words, “It feels so good, so very good,” she rocked
her hips forward and begged, “more, just a small bit more.”
Cautiously Demona pushed in a tiny bit
more, the very last thing she wanted to do was accidentally hurt
Kendra when she was inside her. A gargoyle tail was
occasionally used as an appendage, but more often as a weapon,
it wasn’t really designed for delicate tasks such as this.
“Yes, there,” Kendra hissed as she rocked
back and forth upon the thick length of tail stretching and
filling her so fully.
Demona reached down and gripped around her
tail where it entered Kendra as soon as she realized what her
lover wanted, giving her tail some needed stability and
providing a second source of contact for Kendra to rock
against. The feel of soft seeking fingers between her own legs
completely surprised the immortal gargoyle; she hadn’t even felt
Kendra’s hand moving from her shoulder.
“Oh how nice, lucky you,” the black-haired
woman murmured throatily upon finding the gargoyle’s rather
larger clitoris. From what she could feel, it was at least a
half an inch in diameter if not wider and currently was
protruding about an inch from the surrounding flesh. Demona was
very wet and Kendra’s fingers slid easily over the intimate
flesh, exploring and stroking every inch she could reach. The
smooth hairless outer lips had surprised her for a moment until
she realized that except for the wild mane of red hair the
gargoyles skin was entirely hairless, that obviously extended to
here as well.
The softly stroking exploring fingers were
ratcheting up the immortal gargoyle’s arousal very quickly; she
could tell that it wouldn’t take very much for Kendra to take
her over the edge. She tightened the circle of her fingers
around her tail; limiting the distance it could enter inside
Kendra to a safer length, and began thrusting slowly in time to
her lover’s movements. “Go very slowly in touching me, I want
us to come together and it won’t take much for me,” she admitted
to Kendra.
Kendra gasped, "That's alright.” She
whimpered, and ground down particularly hard against Demona’s
hand. The gargoyle could feel her lover’s inner muscles
clenching more tightly about her tail. Kendra turned her head
away and rested it against the immortal gargoyle’s shoulder,
“Demona,” she whispered imploringly.
The gargoyle wrapped her wings more tightly
around Kendra, holding the woman firmly as she began gently
biting at the offered shoulder and neck. Desperately she strove
to hold off her own pleasure as Kendra’s fingers began to stroke
up and down the short swollen length of her. “Are you sure,”
she forced herself to ask, “I’ll break the skin it might hurt.”
“Yes,” hissed Kendra, “take me.”
Demona growled deep in her throat and sped
up the tempo and force of her strokes into Kendra’s warm tight
passage. The flame-haired gargoyle whispered, “Like this?” she
thrust into Kendra possessively.
Kendra cried, “Oh goddess, yes, yes.”
Demona bit more firmly across the nape of
Kendra’s neck and growled as she had before. Kendra reacted to
the sound by bowing her head down more, softening her posture in
surrender and crying out quietly. Demona closed her eyes
loosing herself to the multiple sensations bombarding her
senses. There were the softly stroking fingers on her most
sensitive flesh, the clenching warm flesh of her lover’s
intimate depths enveloping her tail, and then there were the
soft sounds of Kendra’s surrender.
“Demona, Demona,” Kendra cried out her name
with desperate need.
The immortal gargoyle felt Kendra begin to
jerk erratically, and the woman’s inner passageway clenched
tightly about her tail. Demona thrust deeply, filling her lover
and this time didn’t withdraw.
“Give yourself to me,” Demona commanded as
she bit deeply into the thick muscles where Kendra’s neck and
shoulder met.
Kendra yowled hoarsely, “Demona!” sounding
remarkably cat like. She shuddered, convulsing strongly in her
pleasure and the immortal gargoyle gasped at the feel of the
woman’s intimate depths tightening in clenching rhythmical waves
around her tail.
That was enough to send Demona over the
edge; she released Kendra’s shoulder as the beginning crest of
her orgasm caught her. She barely registered Kendra’s movement
as the woman lifted her head; turned, and bit into the same
place on Demona’s shoulder where the gargoyle had bitten her.
The sweet, lancing pain of the mating bite hammered into Demona
and she cried out Kendra’s name and arched into her lover as her
pleasure intensified and deepened.
Soft gentle licks over the bite marks on
her shoulder brought the immortal gargoyle back. Even her wings
were still quivering Demona realized as she drew in a shaky
breath still recovering from the intensity of her release.
Incredulous she looked over at her lover, confused as to how
Kendra’s human teeth had managed that.
Kendra’s sapphire blue eyes met hers, “It
worked,” she whispered looking at the bite marks on Demona’s
shoulder.
The gargoyle saw the flash of fangs within
Kendra’s mouth, “What exactly worked?” she inquired looking
blankly at her lover’s mouth, unable to believe what she had
seen.
“Partial shape change, another thing the
priestess taught me the other night though I gathered she hadn’t
really explored that ability very much,” the black haired woman
answered. “Still it’s not that important right now, hold me?”
Demona realized the quivering she was
feeling was not entirely from herself. She looked at Kendra’s
shoulder in concern and saw some blood there, but the bite marks
were already healed. Concerned, Demona asked, “Are you
alright?” the topic of partial shape changes and fangs could be
addressed later the gargoyle decided this was much more
important.
Kendra replied, “I’m still shaking
inside.”
Demona pulled Kendra more tightly to her
body, “Did I hurt you?”
Kendra shook her head, answering hoarsely,
“No, no you didn’t hurt me at all. I’ve just wanted that for so
long and no one could give that to me until you.” Kendra
wrapped her arms around Demona and held her tightly.
Demona said softly “No, I guess your other
lover’s couldn’t do that for you could they?” Kendra shook her
head and then buried her face in Demona’s shoulder and started
crying softly. Demona cradled her, rearranging her wings so
that they covered more of her lover’s back, “Why are you
crying,” she asked softly.
Kendra shook her head, “Too… too many
things to feel at once. Too strong just hold me, protect me for
right now.”
A sweet welling emotion filled Demona’s
chest, the immortal gargoyle reassured the woman cradled in her
arms, “I’ve got you. I’ll keep you safe.”
Kendra’s tears dried after another minute,
she admitted softly, “I’ve never surrendered any part of myself
to anyone before, it was sort of frightening, but it felt so
freeing at the same time, not to have to always be in control of
myself.” Kendra sighed and fell silent.
Shortly afterward, Kendra’s breathing
changed and Demona could feel her slip into sleep. Demona kept
her wings tight around them both protecting Kendra as she slept
and only moved to pull up the blankets to cover them both.
Demona did not sleep, and in the dim light
she pondered Kendra’s words. At first she had thought that
Kendra meant that she was the first to be able to do the mating
bite, but then she realized that the woman was talking about
surrendering. It moved her deeply to hear that she was the only
one Kendra had ever surrendered herself to. That Kendra felt
Demona was strong enough that the black-haired woman didn’t have
to be in control all the time.
The immortal gargoyle looked down at the
woman wrapped in her arms and stared into her sleeping face,
stubbornness, strength, honor were all revealed there in the
square lines of jaw and chin. Tonight she had given Kendra what
they had both wanted and in a surprising turn had received just
as much. She had dominated and Kendra had willfully
surrendered, and they both had been shaken by the passion and
intensity of the moment.
All of these thoughts flowed disjointedly
though Demona’s mind, the last remaining with a sudden clarity.
At the last when they had held onto one another desperately, in
the moment that they both had shuddered in release, just who had
surrendered to whom? In that moment hadn’t they simply held
onto each other, needing the strength and solidity of the
other? In that moment, had they both experienced the same
thing? When the world seemed to fall away and the protective
walls shattered had both of them felt that curious mixture of
vulnerability and freedom?
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