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RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 02-10-2019
Alright. Okay. She was coming to terms with this. There was a gargoyle who lived in a church and wasn't like the gargoyles in the books for unclear reasons. He was nonetheless sentient, and liked having sex. She, unexpectedly, clearly also liked having sex with him. He was also big and strong and had shown a marked desire to kill things that weren't her. She could work with this. This was a thing she could maybe make work.
For right now, however, she needed to focus on the dick situation. A back corner of her mind was developing future plans, both in general and for that evening, but much more pressing was the dick, pun absolutely intended. He clearly wanted more pressure with her hands--fair, her mouth could only do so much in this situation--so she wrapped both hands around it and began to stroke in time with his little half-thrusts. In this position, she could move her whole torso instead of just her neck in order to get some back-and-forth sucking going on, which made everything a lot easier and less painful. She was batting 100 on this whole gargoyle dick logistics thing.
He thrust a little bit harder, probably out of instinct, and the head of his cock popped into the back of her throat. It was a bit painful and a bit alarming, but she found that if she just didn't panic, she could still kind of breathe through her nose. She let him stay like that, thrusting almost helplessly into her throat, as if he'd partially lost control of his hips, for as long as she could bear. When her throat and the corners of her eyes began to burn, she pulled back quickly to let out a series of coughs and gasps, hand still stroking him so he wouldn't get testy.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 06-07-2019
He purred as he watched her choke down his cock, taking what he gave her, looking for all the world greedy and hungry for it. And he formulated, in some rudimentary way, a plan of action.
His claim was being tested. He needed to mark her. Needed to fix the smell of her.
When she finally came up for air, he raked his claws through her hair, splayed out his fingers and gripped her skull to hold it still. He held one of her hands against his shaft, holding her hand and his cock all at once. Then he moved, and slid his cock along her cheek, pressed against her skin to enjoy the friction. Glittery pre-cum smeared over her skin, and he was careful and methodical about it.
Jamming his dick into her eye socket was the last thing he needed.
He switched which hand held her skull when he moved to the other side of her face, trying to keep her still instead of making her move. He purred loudest in those moments where the strokes of his cock against her cheek pressed his balls to her chin, and it was hard then not to go moving her around.
But, no. He had a plan.
He let her go, taking enough of a step back that he could bend down and wrap his hands around her waist. He had to move her to sit on the floor before he could push a knuckle at her sternum to get her lying down. He growled a little warning, just to be safe; but he followed her as she went down, clearly straddling her too high to settle between her legs.
He pulled at what remained of her shirt and her bra, but he didn't pull them off her arms. He twisted them around his left hand, instead. That idea he'd had, before, that he could keep her arms out of his way like this. He wanted free access to the whole expanse of her skin, and his right hand pressed his cock down against her.
His. He'd mark every inch of her if that was what it took.
He snarled with a beat of his wings, watching with fascination the way he made her skin glitter, the size of her when he could see his cock against her body rather than inside it. His tail wrapped around the leg he remembered as good—had she been fixed, yet? He hadn't checked. Too busy fussing over this new hurt. He pulled on her leg, regardless, wanting it higher. Wanting her spread open, on principle, even though he wasn't taking her.
His claim was being tested. He needed to mark her. Needed to fix the smell of her.
When she finally came up for air, he raked his claws through her hair, splayed out his fingers and gripped her skull to hold it still. He held one of her hands against his shaft, holding her hand and his cock all at once. Then he moved, and slid his cock along her cheek, pressed against her skin to enjoy the friction. Glittery pre-cum smeared over her skin, and he was careful and methodical about it.
Jamming his dick into her eye socket was the last thing he needed.
He switched which hand held her skull when he moved to the other side of her face, trying to keep her still instead of making her move. He purred loudest in those moments where the strokes of his cock against her cheek pressed his balls to her chin, and it was hard then not to go moving her around.
But, no. He had a plan.
He let her go, taking enough of a step back that he could bend down and wrap his hands around her waist. He had to move her to sit on the floor before he could push a knuckle at her sternum to get her lying down. He growled a little warning, just to be safe; but he followed her as she went down, clearly straddling her too high to settle between her legs.
He pulled at what remained of her shirt and her bra, but he didn't pull them off her arms. He twisted them around his left hand, instead. That idea he'd had, before, that he could keep her arms out of his way like this. He wanted free access to the whole expanse of her skin, and his right hand pressed his cock down against her.
His. He'd mark every inch of her if that was what it took.
He snarled with a beat of his wings, watching with fascination the way he made her skin glitter, the size of her when he could see his cock against her body rather than inside it. His tail wrapped around the leg he remembered as good—had she been fixed, yet? He hadn't checked. Too busy fussing over this new hurt. He pulled on her leg, regardless, wanting it higher. Wanting her spread open, on principle, even though he wasn't taking her.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 06-07-2019
She was quite cheerful when he gripped her head firmly and held it still, of the opinion that he had just figured out the concept of facefucking and that she was going to have a fun if difficult time. She wasn't necessarily expecting him to hold her deliberately still and rub against her face. She definitely wasn't expecting him to do it multiple times. She blinked, a bit confused. Her mouth was right there. This seemed an unnecessary step backwards. Also, he was getting glitter cum everywhere. Literally everywhere. It was like a slow motion bukkake. He was not even slightly being careful about her hair. She had just taken a bath, and here he was rubbing every friggin inch of his cock along her face like he was on a mission to make as much of a mess of her as possible. She pouted, unable or unwilling to do much else. All she could really do in this situation was fuss, and the situation wasn't so dire as to require outright complaining. There were still aspects of it to be enjoyed, such as all the looming, and his hand in her hair, and the obvious nature of just how much bigger he was than her when he slid the entire length of his cock slowly along her cheek.
Still, she was delighted when he put his hands around her waist. She thought for a moment he might pick her up--wouldn't that be fun!--but instead he pushed her back, getting her to flop back onto the ground. Alright, well, her plans clearly weren't going to happen tonight when he was so busy making his own, but she couldn't say she really minded if he wanted to get down to business. She kicked her backpack out of their way as he pushed her down onto the ground. His growl was utterly unnecessary in terms of motivating her, but not totally unwelcome.
Then he straddled her way too far up her body. She remembered his awkward attempts at a titjob the first time they'd, uh, she'd be charitable and say "met," and narrowed her eyes. Surely not. Surely not after everything she'd managed to teach him about the myriad pleasures to be found between two bodies.
He was clearly learning something, because he twisted the tattered remnants of her clothes around in such a way that they tangled up her wrists, then held onto them. He pulled her arms out of the way, above her head, which was frankly delightful. She felt absolutely debauched. It probably looked very aesthetic.
But her hunch had been right and he was now methodically grinding against, from what she could tell, essentially all of her. The size of him and the eroticism of the pose and the occasional beat of his wings was enough to sustain her extremely limited patience for about... fifteen seconds. Then she began to fuss.
She gave a pointed wiggle, whining, as he spread her legs open with his tail. In the past, he'd gotten very concerned when she'd tried to escape, so perhaps if she did it now, she could encourage him to speed things along instead of just grinding glittery cum into every exposed inch of her friggin skin, one centimeter at a time. Of course, her arms were pinned, and she didn't want to actually kick at him. There was a delicate balance between "stop, I'm gonna kick your stony ass back to the Great Schism" and what she wanted, which was vaguely erotic struggling that would just... encourage his... instincts, that seemed like a nice way to put it.
What she managed was more like general squirming, she suspected, coupled with complaining noises, because she didn't know him that well, but she'd already figured out he didn't like them, and the only way to make her stop was to either stick something in her mouth or convince her to make other, better noises.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - Tindome - 10-18-2019
She squirmed, and his grip tightened on the fabric that bound her wrists, cutting into her skin. He growled, his tail pulling her good leg even further from the other than it had been. He pressed his cock against her stomach and gave a pointed thrust, putting on display just how absurd it was that it could ever fit inside of her. He gave a clicking, predatory purr; then he licked her cheek, tongue too large and sharp lower canines grazing her skin.
His legs fit around hers, the talons on his feet scratching the floor. He narrowed his eyes in concentration, his fingers wrapped around his shaft as he guided himself into her—slowly. Which was difficult. Because what he wanted was to pull her down and stretch her open and fill her to bursting.
But that always made her scream and hurt herself. So.
He took his time pushing into her, wings curved upward with tension. He growled and ran his tongue over his fangs, admiring the glitter of her skin. His spine curled uncomfortably so that he could bend enough to nip at her shoulder, breathing deep and checking the smell of her.
Better. Much better.
He purred against her ear, his tail sliding along her leg.
His legs fit around hers, the talons on his feet scratching the floor. He narrowed his eyes in concentration, his fingers wrapped around his shaft as he guided himself into her—slowly. Which was difficult. Because what he wanted was to pull her down and stretch her open and fill her to bursting.
But that always made her scream and hurt herself. So.
He took his time pushing into her, wings curved upward with tension. He growled and ran his tongue over his fangs, admiring the glitter of her skin. His spine curled uncomfortably so that he could bend enough to nip at her shoulder, breathing deep and checking the smell of her.
Better. Much better.
He purred against her ear, his tail sliding along her leg.
RE: Sanctuary [Closed] - SolitareLee - 10-18-2019
It worked! Against all odds, one of her gargoyle-related plans actually seemed to work! Well, to be fair to both of them, her 'get the large scary fellow to kill my pursuers' plan had worked also, but she hadn't thought it through at all, so she still wasn't counting that one.
This, though! She gave her little dime-store romance-novel style protest--well, with an added level of genuinely annoying noises--and it actually got him going. Clearly those authors had been on to something. She was unable to contain her grin of delight when he growled, purred, thrust against her. Even less so when he pushed right up against where she wanted him.
Despite her egging him on, he was going far more slowly than he ever had in the past. Maybe he was worried about her injuries? Or maybe she'd actually managed to explain to him the concept of slowness, last time. In between all the confusing mixed messages. Good for her! She was clearly an amazing teacher, and he was clearly a fast learner.
This was working. She could make this work.
And not just because he felt amazing pushing slowly inside of her. She was scared of vampires and werewolves and demons stalking the streets at night. She wanted a home, always, even if that home was an abandoned church. Maybe especially then. And she wanted someone who was invested in taking care of her, who got upset when she was hurt and tried--badly--to fix her. She wanted all these things, and she felt that at this point in her life, she deserved them.
Also, he was turning out to be, just, so good at sex, and she figured she probably deserved that too.
With her arms tied up like this, she was limited in the number of things she could do other than pose and look very ravishable. She thought, briefly, of Jean and the way he seemed to always be absentmindedly posing. Very pretty, very aesthetic, all of the time. Well, she was no tall, pale statue of a man, but she could lean into her own strengths. She let a breathy moan as he pushed into her, remembering how he'd liked her noises. She arched her back as if his presence inside of her was making her squirm uncontrollably. ...Well. Before long it probably would be, but she could focus on being sexy about it before she dissolved into lust completely.
Of course, Ren being Ren, when he came close enough to nip at her shoulder, she did stretch enough to place her own gentle bite to his ear. Gentle mostly because she was worried about chipping a tooth, moreso than any fear about hurting him. While she had him there, she let out a low, throaty growl directly into his ear, both because she wanted to and to see what mimicking his noises would do.