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Puppet Strings - Chapter 21
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 as this is a not for profit fan
fiction work. All original characters are the property of the
author.
Warning: Sexual Content
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: 04/21/08
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Demona was quiet as they returned through
the woods to their camp; Kendra glanced over at her, wondering
why the gargoyle’s mood had suddenly changed from laughter and
happiness to this. They entered camp and she went over to the
stove to heat up their second dinner.
“I wish we could start a fire and sit next
to it,” Demona said, finally breaking the silence.
Kendra considered it for a few seconds, “If
we had enough dirt to cover it in a hurry we could, I can hear
the planes from far enough away.”
The gargoyle glanced over at her surprised;
she hadn’t meant what she said as an actual request. It had
been more something to say to break the silence. She knew
Kendra was concerned at her sudden change in mood, but she
didn’t really want to speak about what was bothering her. She
looked over at the empty fire pit considering the idea,
reluctantly she shook her head, “We can’t risk it, how would we
explain all this,” she indicated the camp with a sweep of her
hand, “If they did notice the fire?”
The were-jaguar grimaced, Demona was right
it would be a foolish risk to take, “You’re right. I just
wanted to…” her voice trailed off in a discontented sigh. She
shrugged irritatedly seeing her plans for this night going down
the drain, and at the same time was angry with herself for being
so selfish.
Demona stared at her lover; jarred out of
her own concerns by the way that Kendra was acting. She walked
up behind the were-jaguar and slipped her hands under the dark
feathered wings and around Kendra’s waist. She rested her head
against her lover’s back and asked softly, “What’s wrong?”
Kendra let out a bark of laughter, she
glanced over her shoulder, “I would think that would be my
line,” she responded pensively.
The flame haired gargoyle sighed, “The
Ancient One wants to go over the Weird Sisters actions the night
I cast that spell to turn people into stone.”
“Oh,” Kendra said softly on an exhaled
breath, she rested her hand upon the arms wrapped around her
waist and squeezed gently. “Maybe you’ll be able to figure out
what they were up to.” She hesitated, she was fairly certain
Demona’s answer would be a quick no, but she had to make the
offer, “did you want me to go with you?”
Demona felt an icy chill go through her at
the thought of Kendra seeing the callous, mocking manner in
which she had acted that night, “No!” She felt the were-jaguar
flinch at the answer. “No,” she said again in a much softer
voice, “I don’t want you to see the way I acted that night,” she
admitted, “I said and did things that I’m ashamed of now, and
it’s hard enough knowing that the Ancient One saw it all.” She
felt the were-jaguar draw in a deep breath and release it, and
waited quietly for Kendra’s response.
“Alright,” Kendra replied quietly, “I
won’t.”
“Thank you,” Demona whispered burying her
face in the thick black fur and drawing in a deep breath. Her
lover’s scent was heavier and muskier in this form, closer to
Kendra’s scent when she was a jaguar. The silence this time was
a more comfortable one, punctuated only by the occasional scrape
of the spoon against the side of the pot as Kendra stirred the
stew so that it would heat evenly. Demona didn’t move away from
Kendra, remaining where she was resting against the
were-jaguar’s back and Kendra’s hand remained upon the
gargoyle’s arm holding it where it was around her waist.
Twenty-five minutes later, they had eaten,
scoured out the dishes and pot with snow and returned to their
tent. “Brrr, I can tell I’m going to be cold already,”
complained Kendra, kneeling on the top of the sleeping bags and
caping her wings around herself.
“Changing back?” inquired Demona.
“Yes,” Kendra responded distractedly. She
closed her eyes and concentrated, her face revealing her
discomfort as her body began changing back to its human form.
Her wings shrunk and disappeared at the same time as her fur
thinned and then disappeared altogether. The color of her skin
lightened until it was its usual dusky olive tone and her body
became slightly less tall and muscular as she returned to her
normal height.
Demona waited until Kendra’s change was
complete before insisting, “Get into the sleeping bag, I can use
what I learned tonight to heat the tent for us.” The gargoyle
watched as Kendra slipped into the sleeping bag, grimacing at
its coldness against her bare skin. “One of the last things the
spirit told me was that I could not only create light but heat
as well.”
Kendra said, “I thought the globe seemed to
be giving off heat when its color changed, but I wasn’t sure and
then you dismissed it.”
The gargoyle nodded, “It was,” she
confirmed as she altered her vision and looked around for
available nature magic. It was everywhere as Demona was coming
to expect, and she wondered how available it would be in the
city compared to the abundance of it here in the wilderness.
She began summoning it, pulling it in well past the point of
comfort before willing it to stop. Stretching out her hand she
willed the energy to gather in a globe there eager to get rid of
the intense itching restless sensation that made her both want
to scratch bloody furrows in her skin and run around the forest
wildly. The itching, restless sensation faded as the nature
energy gathered into a swirling golden globe of energy floating
about an inch above the palm of her hand.
“I can see it,” Kendra’s startled
exclamation caused Demona to look away from the globe and toward
her lover.
“You can?” the fiery haired gargoyle
responded, startled.
“Not well, but I can see something above
your hand its distorting the air just a little bit,” explained
Kendra from where she was huddled in the sleeping bag.
Demona turned her attention back to the
golden globe of energy with its brightly swirling motes of
green, gold, brown and grey dancing through it. She wished
Kendra could see what she saw for it was truly beautiful, but
they each had been given different gifts.
“What are you seeing?” the black haired
woman asked softly.
Demona answered just as softly, “A golden
globe with motes of forest green, earth brown, brilliant gold
and stone grey dancing within it.”
Kendra’s sapphire blue eyes widened at the
description, she stared at the shimmering in the air trying to
imagine what Demona was seeing as she looked at it. As she was
staring at it, the globe began glowing with a soft reddish-white
light and incongruously she was reminded of her words to Rachael
just two days ago. That Demona needed to learn how to feel an
appreciation for the world and the living things upon it. That
she needed to cherish something and find it of worth and of
value enough to nurture and protect it.
The black-haired woman slipped a hand out
from underneath the shelter of the sleeping bag and held it out
toward the glowing globe, there was heat radiating from it. She
stared at it, her mind considering the thought that the gifts
given to Demona might have been given for more than one purpose,
and one of them might have been to give the gargoyle reason to
appreciate and cherish the world. She thought back to how
Demona had reacted to the injuries she had done to the tree, the
quiet asking if it felt pain. Kendra didn’t know what the
answer to the question had been, but it was significant that the
gargoyle had asked it at all and had cared about the answer.
“There that should heat up this area
nicely,” Demona’s satisfied tone drew Kendra’s attention. The
gargoyle was staring at the glowing globe with satisfaction, a
pleased smile curving her lips. Kendra’s eyes rested upon those
red lips, remembered the night that they had made love by the
fire, remembering how those lips had claimed her so intimately.
She saw them open slightly revealing the whiteness of teeth and
fang, a pink tongue darted out to moisten their fullness. Her
gaze rose and met the gargoyles widened green eyes. She pushed
herself up to rest on one elbow and forearm, her eyes dark and
intent, “Are you tired?” she asked huskily.
She saw Demona’s chest rise with a quick
indrawn breath and the long, sinuous tail twitch before the
gargoyle answered, “No, after today’s stone sleep I won’t need
to rest except for a few hours in the morning.”
“Good,” Kendra responded simply, let her
eyes wander over the gargoyles body, admiring once again the
slim, lithe, strength revealed in every limb. Her eyes went to
the gargoyle’s wings, the dark lavender of the outer wing
membrane that was almost black in this light, and the lighter
lavender of the inside of the wing. She remembered how the
gargoyle had tried to arouse her by the cliff by stroking and
rubbing lightly along her wing joints. “It’s a pity I didn’t
know about your wing joints the other night by the fire,” she
observed quietly.
Demona drew in a sharp breath and the
gargoyle’s wings quivered briefly in response. Kendra shifted,
rising gracefully from where she had been leaning on her forearm
to a seated position. “It’s already starting to get warm in
here,” she observed. There was a muffled snort from the
gargoyle that sounded suspiciously like laughter. Kendra’s lips
curved up in a smile, acknowledging the unintentional double
entendre. She gazed at the gargoyle kneeling in the center of
the tent; Demona was still and silent, her eyes dark and
waiting. “I want to touch you, to explore every inch of your
body and learn how to give it pleasure,” she said meeting
Demona’s green eyes directly.
Demona stared at her, her eyes glazed. It
took a moment for the gargoyle to find her voice, “I would be
more than willing to show you,” she finally replied.
Kendra’s full lips curved in an utterly
wicked smile, “Oh no, I don’t want you breathe a word unless I
touch or am about to touch you in a way that you don’t want me
to or doesn’t feel good. I want to find out for myself what
pleases you.” Demona’s eyes darkened at that and she nodded,
moistening her suddenly dry lips with her tongue. The thought
of Kendra exploring her body, searching out the places that
would please her, caused a slow steady yearning ache to start
deep within Demona’s body.
The black haired woman looked around the
interior of the tent. The two sleeping bags they had zipped
together to make one large enough for both of them were on one
side of the tent, while around the edges they had folded and
stacked the clothing Rachael had brought them on top of the
silver survival blankets. “Let’s move the sleeping bags to the
center of the tent so I have enough room.”
Demona wondered exactly what Kendra planned
that required so much room as she willed the reddish globe to
move from the center of the over to the side, keeping it well
away from the wall of the tent. She moved out of the way and
helped the black-haired woman slide over the sleeping bags.
Once the sleeping bags were in place, Kendra patted the center,
“sit here and let me undress you.”
Careful of her talons, the fiery haired
gargoyle obediently knelt upon the sleeping bags, curious to
find out what her lover intended. Kendra knelt behind her,
brushed the shoulder loop of her halter-top off her shoulder and
placed a kiss there before lifting it up over her breasts.
Demona lifted her arms and allowed her lover to pull the halter
over and off. She expected the black-haired woman to begin
touching her breasts, but Kendra only rested her hands lightly
on the top of her shoulders and pressed a kiss against her
shoulder once again. To the gargoyle’s surprise, the next thing
her lover did was to unfasten and remove the gold hoops in her
ears. Those were laid aside carefully, and then Kendra’s
fingertips brushed slowly along the outside edge of her ears and
briefly caressed each earlobe where they had been. The next
pieces removed where her armband and the anklet around leg, each
was laid aside and each place where they had been was caressed
gently.
Demona was not particularly surprised when
Kendra’s hands went to the gold headband next, she was also
getting the feeling that her lover planned to take her time, for
each move Kendra made was slow, deliberate and very gentle.
Demona’s eyes closed in enjoyment as Kendra gently stroked her
fingers along her exposed eye ridge leaving tingling trails in
their wake. When the black-haired woman’s hands went to her
shoulders once again and pulled gently back, the gargoyle leaned
back and rested against Kendra’s chest.
There was only one piece of clothing left;
Kendra allowed her hand to trail down Demona’s stomach slowly
till she reached it. She undid the buckle and slowly pulled the
loincloth and belt from around the gargoyle’s slender waist.
Demona drew in a deep breath, waiting to
see what her lover would do next. Strangely, given the
skimpiness of her usual attire, she felt very exposed without
her tiara without any jewelry or clothing. Kendra shifted
closer so they were melded back to front; one arm went around
Demona’s slim, muscular waist and held the blue gargoyle firmly
against the black-haired woman while the other reached up
underneath the gargoyle’s wings and between Demona’s breasts to
rest her hand on the gargoyle’s chest above her heart. It
rested there, almost as if it were cradling the gargoyle’s heart
within it while Kendra began nuzzling and kissing the gargoyle’s
neck and closest shoulder.
The fiery haired gargoyle allowed herself
to relax into her lover’s embrace. She closed her eyes and
enjoyed the feel of her lover behind her, the warmth of her and
the contrast of softness and strength. She breathed in and out
slowly, Kendra’s arm wrapped around her waist and the hand over
her chest holding her securely, safely. She felt tears prick at
her eyes, and the sensation surprised her, she wasn’t sure why
she felt close to tears except that Kendra’s hand resting so
gently upon her chest seemed to be silently promising that the
woman would treat her heart the same way.
The silence was broken by a whispered,
“Would you prefer to start out on your back or stomach?”
Demona slowly opened her eyes, considering
the question and the implicit promise in it that she would
eventually be on both. “My back,” she responded finally.
Kendra released her and moved back to the edge of the sleeping
bag to give the gargoyle room.
“Keep your wings as close in as possible,”
Kendra directed quietly, “I’ll need to move around you.”
Wondering what Kendra intended that she
would need to move around her, Demona lay down on her back being
careful to arrange her wings beneath her so she was comfortable
and so that they didn’t extend very far. To the gargoyle’s
surprise, once she was settled Kendra knelt at her head, leaned
over, and began massaging the tense muscles in her neck.
“This would be much better if I had massage
oil, but I’ll see how I can do without it,” her lover murmured
as her fingers rotated and pressed into the tense muscles.
Demona stared up at her for a surprised
moment before telling herself to relax and enjoy what was
happening. She hadn’t been expecting to get a massage, indeed
this would be her first one. She had heard about them of
course, but before Kendra would have hardly let a human touch
her in this manner and gargoyle hands weren’t exactly suited to
it. Demona closed her eyes once again, choosing to focus on
what her lover’s hands were doing as they kneaded down her neck
and began working on the muscles of her shoulders and upper
chest.
Kendra felt the muscles she was working on
become loser as Demona relaxed into the massage. The gargoyle’s
green eyes were closed and the black-haired woman could tell
from the pleased look on Demona’s face that the gargoyle was
finding the massage soothing. It was time to switch her stroke
from pure massage into something that would arouse, she started
back at the neck and ran her hands caressingly down across the
gargoyle’s shoulders then back lightly over the collarbones and
down once again.
Demona opened her eyes slightly when she
felt Kendra’s touch change from a muscle relaxing massage to
light caresses along her shoulders. Her arousal, which had been
decreasing as she relaxed into the soothing massage, rose once
again. Through her half closed eyes she saw her lover’s face
descend, a moment later soft lips touched hers, lightly,
caressingly once, twice, a third time and then they were gone.
She heard and felt Kendra shift and move, out of the corner of
her eye she saw the black-haired woman move around her and kneel
once again by her waist. Demona closed her eyes as the massage
began again at her shoulder; slowly the kneading, pressing and
rubbing fingers worked their way down her right arm.
When Kendra reached her hand she felt it
being lifted, fingers interlaced with hers and Demona felt the
palm of her hand being stretched outward, nothing else happened
for a long moment as the tendons in her hand grew accustomed to
being stretched in a way they hadn’t before. Kendra’s fingers
relaxed, ending the stretch and then Kendra’s thumbs began
rubbing in firm circles along the fleshy parts of her palm. The
gargoyle let out a breathy sigh, what Kendra was doing felt so
good, she would have never guessed that her hands would
appreciate being touched in this manner.
From Demona’s palms Kendra moved onto
massaging up one taloned finger, at the tip she massaged the
fleshy pad for a moment then her strokes turned caressing as she
circled around the tip of Demon’s index finger, carefully up the
talon and back down again and then repeated the motion. With
feather light circular caresses she made her way back down the
gargoyle’s finger, then, her touch firming she went on to the
next finger and began to massage it. Demona was having a hard
time deciding which she liked more, the massage or the sweetly
arousing caresses, the combination of both was causing her to
feel an intriguing combination of relaxation and slowly
increasing arousal.
The one arm and hand finished, Kendra
quietly moved around to the other side of the gargoyle’s body
and began at the shoulder once again, repeating the entire
process as she moved down Demona’s left arm, and ending with the
hand and fingers. This time instead of placing her hand back by
her side Kendra brought it up to her mouth and began delicately
brushing her lips against the inside of the gargoyle’s wrist.
Demona opened her eyes and met her lover’s darkened gaze, lips
pressed against her wrist, parted showing white teeth. Her blue
eyes still locked with Demona’s gaze Kendra dragged her teeth
slowly and lightly down the gargoyle’s wrist and then pressed
one final kiss against the pulse point there before lowering the
gargoyle’s hand to her side.
Demona let out the breath she hadn’t been
aware she had been holding, she hadn’t been aware that the skin
of her wrist was so sensitive. Not that Goliath, or even
Thailog when he was in the mood to be gentle, had been bad
lovers, but they had pretty much kept their caresses to the
usual places. Kendra however, seemed to be intent on touching
every inch of her.
Kendra hadn’t failed to notice the held
breath or the look of surprise in Demona’s green eyes when she
caressed the gargoyle’s wrist, in fact she was getting the
impression that Demona had never been touched like this at all.
“Have you never had a massage before?” she asked softly.
Demona shook her head slightly, “No I
haven’t.”
Kendra smiled crookedly, “Now I really wish
I had some massage oil so I could do this properly. When we get
back I promise you I’ll give you a proper massage.”
The flame haired gargoyle’s stomach
fluttered slightly at the thought, what Kendra was doing now
felt very good, how much better it would feel with Kendra’s
hands sliding smoothly over her oiled skin. “I’ll be sure to
remind you,” the gargoyle said a little breathless.
The black-haired woman smirked at the
reply, as she looked over the gargoyle’s body trying to decide
where to go next. Normally, she would have started the massage
with Demona on her stomach and done her back first and then the
arms and legs, however, with the wing joints being sensitive
that wasn’t going to work for her gargoyle lover. Legs next she
decided, rising to her knees she crawled backwards until she was
at Demona’s feet. Laying one hand on the top of a sky blue foot
she said, “I need to kneel in between your feet.”
The need in Demona’s lower belly coiled
even tighter at her words and the thought of what her lover
would be able to see so clearly once she parted her legs.
Silently she moved her legs apart, making room for Kendra to
kneel there. She felt the fleshy lips below part, moistened as
they already were with her arousal, and knew how fully she was
exposed to her lover’s gaze. Demona saw her lover’s nostrils
flare and her sapphire blue eyes focus on the source of the
aroma, “You are beautiful,” Kendra whispered and shifted her
gaze to meet Demona’s eyes.
Demona felt a melting warmth in her chest
at the almost worshipful tone of the words and warmth in the
blue gaze. Her lips parted and her breath caught in her throat
when Kendra leaned forward and her hands went to the top of the
gargoyle’s thighs. She stifled her moan of disappointment when
all Kendra began to do was massage the muscles of her upper leg.
Kendra fought to steady her breath, this
was the first time she had seen the gargoyle so intimately.
Just as with her breasts, Demona’s sky blue coloration was both
darkened and redder there, an enticing reddish purple that drew
Kendra’s gaze and caused her fingers to tingle with the desire
to touch the moistened, tender flesh. She fought with the
desire, subdued it, it wasn’t time for that yet, not yet. She
continued massaging the well-muscled upper thigh, down across
the knee with a gentle touch and then began working on the short
calf muscle. She could tell Demona was relaxing into the
massage once again, the gargoyle’s breathing had steadied into a
deep slow rhythm, her eyes were closed and the muscles
underneath her hands were relaxed. She glanced over at the
steadily burning globe hanging in mid-air, she wasn’t certain
how Demona was maintaining it, but she was thankful it was there
both for the light it gave off and the steady heat it emitted
warming the inside of the tent against the cold outside.
She finished massaging the gargoyle’s calf
and looked at the taloned feet, uncertain of how strong a touch
to use, “are your feet ticklish like a human’s?” she asked.
Demona forced her eyes open long enough to
look at Kendra and shake her head.
Kendra grinned at the completely relaxed
response and stroked down Demona’s foot. As with the gargoyle’s
hands, she began massaging it, digging her thumbs into the
muscles and using her hands to stretch it with a downward
pressure on the top of the foot while lifting the sides with her
fingers.
Demona groaned in pleasure as Kendra’s
hands massaged her feet, it wasn’t that they hurt, but the feel
of Kendra’s firm touch alternately deeply stroking and then
stretching out her foot was truly wondrous.
When Kendra finished with one foot she
promptly began working on the other leg, massaging down it,
giving it exactly the same attention she had given the other.
Kendra finished with the gargoyle’s second foot, and softly
called out “Time to turn over.”
Demona muffled a moan of pleasure at the
thought of what was to come; she slowly turned over onto her
stomach, stretched her wings out and rested them against the
floor of the tent.
Kendra knew there were few choices about
where to position herself, she could either kneel by the
gargoyle’s side or straddle her legs. Straddling her legs would
be the best position since she wouldn’t have to twist awkwardly
in order to massage the gargoyle’s back. She heard Demona draw
in a breath as she moved into the new position, her calves tight
against the gargoyles outer thighs.
She started once again with at Demona’s
shoulders, stroking gently inward until both hands met at the
gargoyle’s neck. She placed her hands in a prayer position and
then stroked firmly down the gargoyles back. She was quite
amused to see that Demona’s wings quivered slightly as her hands
glided between them. As she came closer and closer to Demona’s
tail, the signs that the gargoyle was anticipating her touch
there increased. Kendra cocked her head to the side wondering,
there had been clear signs of arousal when she had been near the
gargoyle’s wings and then Demona’s breathing had settled for a
few seconds only to increase again the closer she got to
Demona’s tail. A wicked smile on her lips, Kendra eased up on
the pressure of her stroke and made sure to brush close, but not
directly against the appendage. She grinned at the soft
aggravated sound Demona made as she carefully resisted brushing
against her tail.
Demona was becoming more and more certain
that Kendra was intent on torturing her, not that she wasn’t
enjoying it but the slow pace Kendra was setting was becoming
maddening. It was unlike her to be so passive, but Kendra’s
massage and gently exploring hands had relaxed her so much that
she felt unwilling to move at the same time as they had aroused
her to the point that she was acutely craving Kendra’s touch.
Kendra’s eyes went to the two large wings
looking at the muscular wing arms, keeping her touch light she
began close, but not at the wing joint, and carefully massaged
her way up the wing arm pausing at the wing talons to give them
a brief massage as well. She carefully repeated the process
with the other wing, by the time she was finished, the
gargoyle’s wings hung limply from her back, their weight
completely resting upon the floor. It was definitely time to
remind Demona that this massage wasn’t entirely about
relaxation, Kendra thought as she looked down at her relaxed
lover with a smile. Starting from the wing talons, Kendra
gently caressed gently and slowly back down the wing arms toward
the wing joints. Kendra remembered very well the careful way
Demona had gently caressed her wing joints out by the cliff.
“Let me know if anything feels uncomfortable,” she whispered
just before she stroked across where the wing joined into the
gargoyles back.
Demona arched into her touch and gasped out
a strangled, “Yes,” as Kendra touched her wing joints. The
massage and gentle stroking touches had made her skin feel
hypersensitive, and this first soft caress on a truly sensitive
part of her body felt almost too pleasurable she was so aware of
it.
Though Kendra had been expecting a
reaction, the strength of Demona’s response surprised her.
Kendra drew in an unsteady breath, she had rather successfully
been keeping her own need under control up until this point, but
the sounds Demona was making were rapidly changing that. She
finished stroking down the top of the wing joints and then
curved her hands around their lower edge and stroked back up the
underside of the joint. Kendra closed her eyes concentrating on
the feeling of touching her lover and listening to the
increasingly aroused sounds Demona was making. “I think this
area must be more sensitive than even your breasts,” she
whispered to the gargoyle as she began gentle circular motions
with her fingers along the top of the wing joints.
Through her pleasure, Demona heard the
words; she drew in an unsteady breath, “before tonight I would
have thought they were equally as sensitive.” She felt the warm
press of skin against her tail and buttocks as Kendra lowered
her body, and then she felt a warm breath across her back just
before soft lips joined the gentle stroking fingers. She
moaned, her tail twitched and she felt the brush of curls and
the slickness of moisture as it brushed across the evidence of
her lover’s own arousal. “Dragon,” she uttered as she
instinctively arched her back and lifted her rear to increase
the contact between them. She felt Kendra inhale sharply and
then more of her lover’s weight pressed briefly and satisfyingly
against her before she felt Kendra shift and lift away from her.
“If you want I’ll be happy to give you
something to judge that by,” Kendra whispered huskily, “if you
kneel I can touch both.”
It took a few seconds for Demona’s mind to
piece together what Kendra meant, and when she did she had to
swallow against a suddenly dry throat. Careful of her knee
spurs, Demona rose from where she had been lying on her stomach
and knelt upon the sleeping bag. She felt Kendra move and kneel
right behind her, then her lovers arms were around her pulling
her against Kendra’s warm body behind her. Demona could feel
the soft press of Kendra’s breasts against her wing joints, she
breathed out a long sigh at the feel and then a louder moan when
the black-haired woman’s teeth found and began nipping along the
top of her shoulder.
“Oh Demona,” Kendra whispered as she slid
her mouth up the gargoyles neck, Demona leaned her head to the
side giving her complete access, “so beautiful, so desirable, I
wish you could know how much I want you, how much I…” Kendra
inhaled sharply, stopping herself from saying the word. It was
too soon, no matter how much her heart ached for the gargoyle it
was too soon to say that word.
Demona’s eyes opened in surprise, she could
guess what the black-haired woman had been about to say,
Kendra’s arms tightened fiercely around her to the point of
discomfort before they loosened again. She could feel her lover
bury her face into her hair and then Kendra was moving away.
Before the gargoyle could protest, she felt soft lips brush
against her wing joints and Kendra’s hands were slipping up
under her wings and around to her breasts. Her body couldn’t
decide whether to arch into the fingers caressing around and
squeezing her nipples or the mouth exploring her wing joint with
lips and tongue. Demona’s wings flared and trembled and her
body quivered in response to the dual stimulation. After a
minute or so of the delicious torture, she threw up her head and
let out a screeching yowl. Drawing in a breath she pleaded,
“Kendra, oh Kendra,” Demona didn’t know quite what she was
pleading for; she certainly didn’t want her lover to stop what
she was currently doing. There was an answering rumbling growl
from Kendra that vibrated against the sensitive skin of her wing
joint, and suddenly Demona knew exactly what she wanted.
“Kendra, please I need you now,” Demona
begged softly, she felt her lover still and then she heard her
groan.
“I want to taste you,” Kendra said her
voice low with desire.
Demona moaned at her words. Neither
Thailog nor Goliath had ever done that for her. It seemed to be
almost no time before she was lying down upon the sleeping bag,
Kendra hovering over her, the woman’s blue eyes dark and hooded
with desire. Her midnight black hair hung down around her face,
and the muscles of her arms stood out in relief in the dim
reddish light as she supported her weight upon them. Kendra
lowered herself, bringing up a knee to help support her weight,
their lips met in a long slow kiss. When their lips parted,
Demona opened her eyes and looked up into her lover’s sapphire
blue ones; it had been so long since she had seen such
tenderness, warmth and desire in another’s gaze for her.
She tilted her head back as Kendra’s lips
traced their way down her throat and lower, when they closed
around one nipple she groaned and arched her back seeking more,
more contact, more of her lover’s touch. By the time Kendra
left them to nuzzle her way down the gargoyle’s toned stomach,
they were stiff and throbbing from the attention lips, tongue
and teeth had given them. She felt the first brush of Kendra’s
mouth against the fleshy outer lips of her sex, she cried out
softly, bending her knees and parting her thighs further,
opening herself to her lover’s touch. She could feel how wet
she was, how thoroughly the massage and gentle caresses, and
then the attention to her wing joints and breasts had aroused
her. So soft, so warm Demona thought as Kendra’s lips brushed
gently over and around, and then they were upon her. She cried
out her lovers name at the first brush of those lips over her so
intimately, and then Kendra began exploring her as thoroughly as
Demona had explored the black-haired woman that night be the
fire.
Demona fisted her hands not wanting to tear
up the tent or sleeping bag underneath her; she forced her eyes
open to look down her body at the woman giving her such
pleasure. Intense, dark blue eyes met hers, Demona stared into
them, saw the pleasure her lover was taking in loving her. Lips
closed around the most sensitive part of her and she could keep
her eyes open no longer, her hips began rocking against the
wonderful sensations Kendra’s mouth was giving her.
By the dragon, she wanted, she needed,
“I need you inside me,” she managed to utter hoarsely. Kendra’s
mouth paused against her as the woman shifted and then Demona
felt fingers enter her and begin slowly thrusting. It was not
enough, “More,” she asked, the fingers inside her withdrew and
returned, it felt better than before but it was still not
enough, she wanted Kendra to fill her. She ground herself
against Kendra’s hand, and groaned in frustration, “Oh Kendra,
more, I need more.” The fingers inside her paused for a moment
and then began a wonderful twisting movement insider her.
The fiery haired gargoyle felt Kendra
withdraw her fingers as she murmured, “I don’t have any fingers
left to add so I’m glad you’re as wet as you are or I wouldn’t
dare try this without lubricant.”
Demona opened her eyes and looked down
wondering what Kendra meant, then she felt her lover’s hand at
her entrance again, there was pressure and a twisting sensation
and then suddenly she was wonderfully filled. She threw back
her head and roared her satisfaction only to have her lover stop
what she was doing. Demona felt like screaming in frustration
until she saw the tense worried look on Kendra’s face and
realized that her lover thought she had hurt her. “Don’t stop,
you didn’t hurt me,” Demona said a little desperately as she
rocked her hips and looked pleadingly into her lovers face.
Kendra exhaled a long relieved sounding breath and began the
short twisting thrusting motion once again.
“By the Dragon, yes,” hissed Demona as the
exquisite twisting sensation began once again, she looked down
and gaped a little as she realized that she was seeing Kendra’s
wrist disappearing into her depths. No wonder she felt so
delightfully full the gargoyle realized, her lover’s entire hand
was inside her. Twisting inside her, her mind corrected as she
rolled her head back and concentrated on the wonderful
sensation. Every slow twist in one direction and then back in
the other caused her to gasp and writhe in pleasure, “Oh Kendra,
oh that feels so good,” she moaned helplessly. She felt silky
hair brush against her thigh, and then her lover’s mouth was
upon her again and the sensation of her warm lips and tongue
suckling and caressing the short length of her sensitive nub
merged with the fullness and the wonderful twisting within her.
Both sensations together were steadily building the white heat
of her pleasure to the point that it was all she could focus
upon and it was overwhelming her.
Then Demona did grab the fabric underneath
her in desperation, it was either that or Kendra’s head and she
didn’t want to risk harming her lover. Her first orgasm rolled
over her like a tidal wave and she roared her pleasure into the
night, still Kendra did not stop and the gargoyle was stunned
when her body clenched in yet another and another and then
another lesser one. Demona opened her eyes, dazed realizing she
was gasping for breath and her heart was hammering wildly in her
chest. Kendra’s hand inside her had stilled and there was a
moment of discomfort as the woman carefully withdrew it. A
gentle kiss was placed upon her and she heard Kendra mutter in a
low growl, “not again until I have some lubricant.”
Demona licked her lips, trying to get some
moisture into her mouth, “It’s alright it didn’t hurt,” she was
finally able to say.
Kendra crawled back up the gargoyle’s body
and careful to not lean upon a wing, pressed a soft kiss upon
the blue skin of Demona’s shoulder. “Thirsty?” she inquired.
The gargoyle nodded silently and the black-haired woman sat up,
looking around for the water bottles they stored inside the tent
to keep the water from freezing so easily. She retrieved it,
and handed it to the gargoyle who rose up enough to lean on one
elbow as she took the container and drank from it thirstily.
Demona returned it much lighter, and as
Kendra was taking a few sips from it, the gargoyle looked down
at the sleeping bag underneath her. “Damn,” she said as she saw
the punctures in the fabric her talons had made.
“What?” Kendra’s asked, concerned.
Demona indicated the punctures, “it was
either this or you,” she explained bluntly.
Kendra eyed the punctures and then looked
at her lover, she smirked, “thanks for choosing the sleeping
bag.”
The flame haired gargoyle returned the
smile, “You’re welcome.” Then more seriously she said, “thank
you, I…” her voice trailed off briefly before she continued,
“I’ve never had anyone touch me that way before,” she admitted
softly.
Kendra frowned slightly not certain right
away what Demona meant, “you’ve never had anyone go down on
you?” she guessed.
Demona shook her head, “No, not before
tonight.”
A flicker of surprise showed in the
sapphire blue eyes before Kendra replied with a slow smile, “I
trust you enjoyed it?”
The gargoyle smirked, “you didn’t get that
idea already?”
“I just like to make sure I don’t
disappoint,” Kendra grinned, her white teeth showing between her
lips.
“Oh you didn’t,” Demona assured her on an
exhale as she remembered how Kendra’s mouth had felt upon her.
Kendra smiled at the reply, pleased, “come
here I want to hold you,” she requested with a meaningful tap of
her shoulder. Demona sat up and moved her wing out of the way
and then laid back down, her body pressed against Kendra’s and
her head upon the woman’s shoulder. Kendra wrapped her arms
around the gargoyle and pressed her cheek against the fiery
hair. “I like showing you how much I care about you, how much I
like pleasing you,” she whispered quietly, quite serious now.
Demona felt relaxed and contented with
Kendra’s arms around her, her lover’s words, however, reminded
her that there was something just as pleasant that she should be
doing rather soon. She looked over at the burning globe and
altered her sight, there was still plenty of nature energy
swirling around to supply it she saw with satisfaction. “Let me
up,” she requested softly. Kendra’s arms immediately released
her and the gargoyle sat up and then straddled her lover. She
looked down at the woman, at the black silky hair pooled
underneath her head, the olive skin that had a dark ruddy tint
in the reddish light of the burning globe. She looked into
Kendra’s questioning blue eyes; she lowered her head, met the
full soft lips and whispered against them, “I want to please you
as much as you just pleased me.”
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