Chapter 93

"Soon, petite." To Aldara's immense frustration, Marc shifted off her, switching his mouth to her other breast and bringing one hand up to cup her mound. "I don't want to hurt you."
"Don't care."
"But I do." He slid two fingers back into her dripping pussy then slowly, carefully added a third.
It hurt. She felt a sting as her tender flesh gave then the pain was gone. He held his hand still for a moment, waiting until she started squirming against his fingers.
"More."
"No pain?"
"No." She wouldn't have admitted it if there was. A small hurt was nothing compared to the ache of wanting him to make her fully his.
"There's no risk," he informed her seriously. "Gargoyles are only fertile with other gargoyles so we've no need of contraception. And I imagine you're immune to human disease."
She nodded. "Thank you for letting me know. Now no more talking."
He shifted his mouth up to hers, kissing her again, tenderly at first then with increasing ardor as she responded eagerly. Without breaking the kiss, he moved back between her legs, took his erection in one hand and guided it to her entrance.
Their eyes locked as he pushed inside. It did sting, more than a little, but she dug her nails into his sturdy skin and held him in place, refusing to let him withdraw. When he was fully seated, she gazed up at him in wonder.
"There was never anyone else." She'd waited her entire life for this. She knew that, no matter what else she remembered or she didn't.
"No," he agreed huskily. With exquisite gentleness he began to move.
His powerful cock stroked all her sensitive tissues as he rocked in and out of her core. He was almost too big - she hadn't known a touch could go that deep - but he was also somehow just right for her, as if their bodies had been designed to match one another perfectly.
Soon she was climbing again, her body tensing in anticipation of yet another cataclysm. Sweat slicked both their bodies, making it hard to grip his skin. The rough, curly hair of his chest rasped at her tender nipples, adding another layer of stimulation.
"You're so hot, so tight," he whispered against her throat. "You fit me like a fucking glove."
It was his voice, deep and rough with passion, that pushed her over this time. She came hard, her muscles squeezing down on his cock in a grip that she hoped didn't hurt him. Her legs wrapped around his waist, holding him deep while her body convulsed around his rigid, pulsing cock.
He cried out her name, thrust just a little deeper than she'd thought possible, then cried out her name as spurt after spurt of wet heat splashed into her core. She wanted to hold him there forever, filling her with his cum, holding her close. She desperately wished that this beautiful moment would never have to end.
Finally, though, her tremors faded and they both began to breathe normally again. Marc pulled the covers up over their damp skin and rolled aside, bringing her up against him with her head pillowed on his chest.
"Thank you," he whispered, dropping a kiss on her cheek.
"Thank you," she returned with a shaky laugh. "I believe I'm the one who begged."
"I would have," he replied, smoothing her hair off her overheated cheeks. "If I'd had any idea how wonderful that would be, I'd have groveled on my knees." Then he seemed to think of something and he started to move. "I suppose we should go clean up."
"Later." She didn't want to wash away the evidence of his passion. She wanted to wear his essence on her skin, at least for a while. "I don't want to move."
"Then we won't."
He arranged himself and she couldn't resist one sleepy caress of his feathered wingtip where it stuck up above his shoulder.
"Pretty," she murmured. It was feathered and glinted almost golden in the sunlight peeking through the slats of the window blinds.
"Glad you think so," he chuckled, settling her back onto his chest. "Yours are pretty too."
Aldara smiled to herself as she drifted off to sleep. She hadn't meant just his wings.
When he woke, something tickled Marc's nose, making him sneeze. The sound of his own head exploding woke him and was closely followed by a female giggle.
"Bless you," Aldara said. She rolled over to look at him and Marc realized it had been her hair tickling his face.
He sat up and reached for a tissue beside the bed to wipe his nose. As he tossed it into the trash can, he noticed a brown smear of dried blood on his hand and wondered for a moment, if he'd cut himself or something while he slept. Then he remembered and he looked down at Aldara, still awed by the gift she'd given him.
"How are you feeling?" He searched her face for any sign of pain or regret.
Her smile was blinding. "Fully recovered. From both the ocean and from losing my virginity. Thank you, by the way, for making my first time a beautiful experience."
"I still can't believe...how did someone like you manage to stay untouched? Are all the men in Europe blithering idiots?"
"I lived on a very tiny island with my adoptive father. I did go to a school in a nearby village but there were only girls there."
"You remember all that?" His relief was genuine. He wanted her to stay but he didn't want to wonder and worry if there was someone out there missing her.
She nodded happily then her face clouded. "Almost everything, up until Geraint's passing. I don't remember that day at all but the rest is perfectly clear. When I was a small child, maybe five or six, Geraint found me washed up on the beach of his tiny island, even smaller than this one. He thought I was dead at first. Some of the other harpies had - abused me before they threw me in the ocean."
"Why the hell would they do that?"
She shook her head. "I was too little to really understand but I think it was because I was different - not cursed like most of the sisterhood. A long time ago, the harpies were cursed. Instead of being normal-looking women with wings, they became the half-vulture hags you see in the stories."
"That makes sense but it doesn't explain...you."
She smiled at the implied compliment then continued. "But when I was born, I was different - more like we'd been before. At first everyone was happy, thinking the curse was broken. There were a few who claimed I was a freak but my mother protected me, I think. Then another little girl was born and she wasn't like me. Her mother was furious and I'm not sure but I think she killed my mother and tried to kill me."