Soft as Stone
The winds whipped harshly around Arhu as he looked down from the tower's ledge. Far below spanned the city of Kral Jurai, the crowded buildings forming a canopy of sorts that cast shadows on the tiered buildings. In the distance, forming the horizon's divide between land and sky, a streak of muddy red marked the end of the city and the start of the dust wastes.
He grinned in exhilaration as the wind toyed with his ears and tail, his arms spread out in challenge to the gusts that sought to unbalance him. And they say the city's twisting crown is no place for howlkin. It was true that he was better built for running, his body lithe and the muscles beneath his reddish brown fur lean. They said the totem of those like him was the fennec fox, and if that was true then he supposed being quick and nimble was simply his birthright.
Yet only the wind can can run, leap, and climb across the roofs as well as me. These vistas, seen by so few and even then often only by veteran runners, none of which were howlkin, always filled him with raw joy. They, like the life of excess his skills had earned him, had once been described to Arhu as beyond his breeding and ever out of reach, and he took great joy in the fact that he had proved them wrong on both accounts.
The scenic view wasn't the purpose of his visit today, however.
Arhu turned back to examine the tower's loft. The stone was ancient and the tower's architecture was different from most of the city, but then Kral Jurai had been built on the ruins of many prior cities. The structure had once been a bell tower, or so he believed, though he didn't know why its builders had given it such an impractical, dizzying height. It was simply designed, a skinny thing devoid of any obvious way to reach the summit. Even if someone did reach it, as Arhu had, the loft was apparently devoid of whatever it once housed. There was no logical reason for anyone to risk the climb.
Arhu felt his face flush. Except for the reason he_had made the climb, but that was hardly a _good_reason. _I think the fact that it could get me killed qualifies it as a stupid reason, actually. He shook his head, divesting himself of his worries. He wasn't even sure the tidbit he had learned from the book was true.
After a moment he licked his muzzle and exhaled, bracing himself for disappointment. With a hop he jumped up onto the high ledge around the loft, then turned and leapt to catch the lip of the tower's roof before hauling himself upward. The summit was spacier than it had appeared at a distance, though it wouldn't have mattered; Arhu was unafraid of heights and certain of his step. Statues crouched here in the fiercer winds, most of them chipped and worn away by time, the display asymmetric and more of a depiction than decoration. Of what he wasn't certain--there were all kinds of mythic creatures here, from alicorns to griffins and imps. None of them were what he was looking for however, so he carefully circled around the summit by using the statues as anchors.
He spotted it as he crossed to the next quarter, the statue made immediately obvious by the fact that it appeared far less weathered than the others. It was also a softer, creamier gray--seeming almost whitish--and didn't share its siblings' dust-filled crevices. Arhu's heart quickened in excitement. Was the bestiary's contents real, then?
The statue was as beautiful as the bestiary had described, though in a strangely fierce way. It was shaped in the form of a humanoid creature, its naked body firm with a lethal heaviness to it and its thighs and legs thick like a predatory feline, both of which ended in clawed feet. A muscular lion-like tail was frozen in place over a perfectly rotund and tight butt, but instead of a tuft of fur it was tipped by what appeared to be a wickedly curved blade. Her breasts bordered on muscle, though they still held an appealing fullness even if they were little more than a handful. Feathery wings curled around the statue's muscular shoulders like a mantle, hinting at an impressive wingspan. Even her outstretched head reminded him of a predator, angular like a lioness but crowned by spiraling ram-horns, her opened maw lined with razor sharp teeth and several sets of fangs.
The visage of a powerful, deadly hunter would have been perfect--especially considering that the statue was both larger and taller than him--if not for the fact that the statue appeared to have been frozen in the middle of a languid yawn which sort of spoiled the effect.
Trembling with excitement, Arhu moved forward to touch the statue. Its skin was cool and hard, feeling just like stone. Despite the bestiary suggesting otherwise the statue didn't appear lifelike at all. Still, the book had offered a key method of identifying if it was genuine...
He placed a digit into the statue's open maw and touched its tongue--then jerked his paw back in surprise. Grinning wildly, he slowly reinserted it, rubbing his digit along the tongue. It was slightly warm and somewhat soft... a strange overlap of stone and flesh, his brain unable to settle on either. He reached further in and felt even more moisture, the warmth growing in intensity along with the softness.
It's really a gargoyle, he thought in awe. Contrary to popular myth only a gargoyle's exterior fully turned to stone beneath the sun, but the distinction didn't matter much because in stone-form a gargoyle was still wholly indestructible, the testing of which supposedly being another way to identify them. Even if he poured acid or venoms down her throat they'd do little more than annoy her come nightfall. Even _then_gargoyles were still virtually more or less immortal--at least if his bestiary was to be believed, anyway. The book warned that even in flesh-form gargoyles could only be wounded enough to crumble them into dust, but that was only a temporary solution because they didn't feel pain and would simply reform during the day.
She was definitely a creature he didn't want to anger, but... She can't hurt me right now. As immobile as any true statue and just as much a threat... He licked his lips again, tail flicking at the unseeingly thoughts storming through his skull, and in response he felt his cock begin to peek from his sheath. This isn't crazy... this is clever! Look at her! She was_a beautiful creature and the obvious predatory strength she extruded only made it _more exciting.
And it's the simplest solution to my 'needs'. Well, that wasn't exactly true... his success as a runner had earned him enough wealth that he could visit even the most lavish brothels, but he'd been a street runt prior, overlooked and stepped upon. Arhu had been unable and unwilling to trust anyone back then so hadn't had much experience dealing with others by the time he had grown into a young man and found his calling. Now he was the envy of many and the desire of others--even runners like Trisha eyed him invitingly--but the only intimate companion he had ever had was his left hand. If he fumbled around with a female and made a fool of himself there'd be gossip. Definitely gossip. He was too famous now to expect anything else.
The embarrassment that would follow might very well kill him, and what would happen of his legend then? Of the apathetic runner who would coolly take even the most dangerous of jobs? They'll call me milk-kit again, and this time not because I'm new. He shuddered. A warm body wasn't worth scarring his reputation and closing doors he had worked hard to pry open. Arhu paused thoughtfully as the thoughts tumbled from his mind, realizing grudgingly that scaling a foothold-less tower to sex a deadly predator didn't exactly sound reasonable either. Maybe a brothel isn't such a bad idea...
He snorted and shook the uncertainty out of his head. The bell tower's summit was a perfect retreat, secluded and unlikely to be observed or visited by others, and he could 'use' the gargoyle and then be safely gone long before sunset. Everything resolved without the mess of involving others, their opinions, or their feelings. So what am I worried about?
Arhu's excitement surged as he committed to his plans and again eyed the statue. She was crouched down, one clawed arm holding her up while the other was slightly raised. With a pang of regret he realized that he'd never get between her legs as she was, but maybe she would pose differently some other time. _There's still her maw... if I can fit._Arhu glanced nervously around, ears perking high, somehow feeling a surge of shyness despite the tower's absurd height and the absolute certainty that no one was watching.
He shoved down his slacks, exposing the thin fur on his butt and balls to the chilly winds, and then stepped out of them. He carefully stuffed them into a crook formed by the other statues and returned to the gargoyle. Heart pounding, he gently stroked his fingers across his thighs towards his sheath while eying the gargoyle. Gods, she's a pleasant sight. He eyed her breasts and the gigantic nipples tipping them, his hand gently grasping his shaft and slowly tugging. He licked his muzzle as he imagined her breasts pressed against his face, the fleshy nipples teased by his tongue. His cock slowly eased out of his sheath as he continued coaxing it, stroking harder and faster as he warmed to the thrill of pleasure. His gaze dipped down to her powerful thighs, to the shadowed view of her plump, puffy mound and the vague line of her slit.
Huffing, Arhu continued to stroke himself, slowing as he circled around to glance at her butt, his free hand racing out to trace the line separating her cheeks but feeling only cold stone. A damn shame, really. He glanced down with a release of lusty breath, noting that his dark pink cock had fully emerged from his sheath, his knot already partially inflated. His cock was the one thing Arhu was unapologetically proud of about himself. Embarrassingly so, in fact, because it was so disproportionately large in comparison to his lithe, lean body. Might be my bane today, though...
The wind felt wonderful against his butt and thighs, and it pleasantly tickled his cock as it twitched while he drew close to the gargoyle. He eyed her parted muzzle with desire, but realized it was too high for him to easily reach. Well, it's not like I can hurt her... He swallowed his nervousness and recommitted himself, then moved forward to climb up using her extended arm. It held without so much as the slightest give, every bit the steady perch, though he questioned if that would have held the same for true stone.
This positioned him at the perfect height to use her muzzle, though he'd have to bend his knees a little. Arhu leaned forward and did so, using her horns to balance himself, then spat on his trembling paw and lubricated his cock. I can't believe I'm about to shove myself into a monster's fang-filled mouth. The truth however was that the thought filled him with thundering excitement. The gargoyle was a grand creature, rippling with power and easily capable of tearing him to shreds, and he was going to use it to get himself off.
He curled his tail, ears flattened, and shuffled a bit on his feet before guiding his cock into the gargoyle's muzzle. It was rigid and unyielding and colder than he expected, but it also felt silky and moist at the same time. In fact, the juxtaposition of the two sensations was a treat all on its own. Gods, I'm actually doing this. Huffing, Arhu forced his sizable cock deeper, feeling it slide over her stone-form tongue. Her maw was large enough that there was plenty of space to avoid her fangs and jagged teeth, but she had kept her muzzle partially closed, her tongue somewhat raised, and it made for a thin passage. Still as he went further back--where it was also narrower--the texture slowly shifted from cold stone towards wet, warming flesh.
And it felt fucking wonderful.
A rush of hungry eagerness spurred him into thrusting hard, his eyes closing tightly as he felt his cock shove inside. An intense wet pressure surrounded it, forcing a loud moan of pleasure from him, but still he continued to work his cock the rest of the way in, forcing his large, twitching meat deeper and deeper until he felt his tip hit something delightfully warm, smooth, and wet. He glanced down and saw that almost all of his girth had slipped inside, though his growing knot struggled against the entrance of the gargoyle's maw. Good enough.
Balancing himself with his other paw, Arhu started to work out a powerful rhythm, ruthlessly slamming his cock into the gargoyle's maw, the varying sections of tightness teasing the head and shaft of his cock as he slipped and squeezed through them. He felt his precum begin to drizzle in earnest which helped lather his cock and the gargoyle's maw. He began to thrust harder, more desperately, his need growing, and before long wetness from her maw and his sticky precum had dripped down to his balls, forming sticky, noisy strands as they slapped painfully against her hard muzzle.
Arhu ignored the tiny pain however, throughly engaged in the sheer, thundering pleasure that he felt all the way through his spine. His tail raised upward unconsciously, tip curved downward, and he slowly sensed his thighs spreading as he began to gain momentum. After a moment the sound of slick meat slapping against stone and the nasty noises of the strands of precum forming in her mouth was loud enough to cut through the wind, his own lusty breaths joining beside them.
He came suddenly and powerfully, his vision swimming and toes curling. Thick, hot streams of cum shot into her maw and down her throat as his orgasm flared, but Arhu still wasn't satisfied. With wild abandon and desire he shoved himself deep, his knot painfully popping into the gargoyle's maw. It swelled then, knotting him inside her mouth, but he continued thrusting without care, his thick, powerful spurts shooting and vanishing inside the gargoyle.
Eventually his orgasm faded and his senses slowly cleared, his cock still hard and rigid, his knot plump. Arhu let out a slow breath of satisfaction, then glanced down with a frown. He drew his hips back and found his fully inflated knot unquestionably stuck. Well, now I have an excuse to stay a bit longer. Not that he would have left anyway. Howlkin like him could easily release their seed at least four or five times in a row, a quality which he had never found unusual until he learned that it was a sore point of envy from other kindred who, like humans, could on average only orgasm once or twice without rest and even then with significantly diminished volume.
Which means I can give you a meal to remember, my lovely gargoyle... Laughing nervously, Arhu repositioned himself then slowly alternated between tugging on his knot to savor the pangs of pleasure originating from his spine and grinding his crotch, his hips waggling as he pressed deep into her maw. It wasn't long before another orgasm took him, his knot painfully flaring before he spurted several more thick streams of cum, the volume as vigorous as the first.
"Ugh, gods, I could do this all day..." He blinked, then considered. Why couldn't he? It was possible if he paced himself... and if he kept himself knotted inside the tightness of her maw, well, just laying there against her would feel great. He just had to remember to retreat before sunset which was still hours away.
Arhu licked his lips, feeling almost giddy from the rush of lusty excitement.
"Oh... fuck... yes..." Arhu breathed as he almost lazily shot another hot, thick load into the gargoyle's muzzle. He had lost count of the number of orgasms nearly an hour ago, his mind in a haze of pleasure, his cock sore but also hungry for the continuous pleasure he fed it. He was thirsty--probably from having shot so much--and his lower back ached, but he didn't care. This was heaven, and with better preparation he could turn his retreat into to an paradise. A haven where he could snack as he gazed down on the distant world below, with his voluptuous statue available to sate him at whim. The pleasurable twitching of his cock maybe made him a little unbiased, but Arhu was now certain this had been a brilliant idea. How many females would--or even could--allow him to knot them for a whole evening? Definitely not their muzzles, at least, and he doubted many females--even those that enjoyed a good tie--would be content to hold his inside them at whim. This a blissful alternative... no messy conversation or nervous interaction... and the gargoyle would merely awaken to an odd taste on its tongue, but since it was ultimately unharmed it would probably go off to do whatever it was that gargoyles did before returning to its perch at sunrise...
Hopefully next time I'll be able to get into her lower lips... His ears perked up and he felt another surge of excitement. Maybe even slip into her arse!
But that was for another day judging by the low hang of the sun. In fact, Arhu was probably cutting it pretty close. He sighed reluctantly, wondering if a fearsome, terrible death might not be worth the sight of the gargoyle's surprise when she awoke with his cock shoved deep down her maw...
He chuckled, then pulled his hips back. His knot had deflated considerably over the course of his spaced orgasms and lazy rutting, but he was still obliged to pop it out and was thankful that his cum and precum thoroughly coated it now. He jumped down from the gargoyle and rushed to steady himself as his legs wobbled, letting out a breath of relief as the world steadied. He retrieved his slacks and regarded the gargoyle as he pulled them on.
Her maw and nose were completely wet now, the soft gray skin glistening in the fading sun, and strands of his cum leaked from between her fangs making her look like she was drooling.
Maybe I overdid it... Arhu hadn't really thought about it, but now he realized that he really had shot quite a lot throughout the day. He wondered how that worked when she woke... He didn't think it reason enough for the gargoyle to flee to another nest; from what the bestiary described they were pretty apathetic creatures due to their technical immortality. It'd be unfortunate if she did flee, but at least he'd have the memories... Mmm... memories I'm going to make good use of tonight, I think.
With one last lustful look at the gargoyle Arhu began his descent.
That night he lay in bed, housed in one of the many mercantile suites he kept permanently rented due to the dangers of his work and the fact that it could literally take him anywhere in Kral Jurai. The night was cool rather than cold and so he slept naked, the sheets of his bed still neatly wrapped around the mattress. He was tired from his wondrous day, but still his cock rose in the moonlit gloom, half hard simply from the lingering memories of the gargoyle's muzzle.
I don't think I've ever released that much before, he thought cheerfully, though if the tingle of excitement now surging through him was any indication he was ready to release some more.
Arhu closed his eyes and conjured up memories of the gargoyle's beautiful stone body, the weird but pleasant eclipse of cold stone-like hardness and wet, warm flesh that was unlike anything he'd enjoyed before. He let the memories overtake him, felt his cock hardening as he slid his hand down across his fur towards his crotch, fingers reaching--
A melodic chuckle sounded in the darkness just as an immense weight pressed down on his chest. His eyes snapped open, his muzzle opening to exclaim in surprise, but something clamped it shut, the sharp tips of the appendage pressing painfully into his fur.
Large violet eyes looked into his own with amusement, the pupils slitted. "What were you thinking of, soft-tail?"
It took him a heartbeat longer to take in the expansive silhouette around those captivating eyes, the bulk and shape, the slightly unfurled wings... The gargoyle! He was struck by the fact that he hadn't heard or smelled her approach, then blinked as another realization struck him. "You can speak?" he blurted, though his voice was muffled by her clawed hand.
The gargoyle's tail waved behind her as she regarded him for a moment. She released his muzzle, though her claws teased his neck with an unspoken threat. "So you thought me some mere beast," she said, her voice fierce yet strangely musical. "And here I thought your lack of fear born from idiocy."
"H-how did you even find me?" he stammered. "The bell tower is half across Kral Jurai--"
"Because I am a hunter," she growled. "And so I hunt." She gave him another amused look, her maw opening to show her lines of teeth and fangs, her long, muscular tongue brushing against them. "Not so difficult to follow your scent when one considers the breakfast you forced upon me."
Arhu swallowed, his fur dampening as a wave of anxiety washed over him and he began to sweat. Shit shit shit.
"However," the gargoyle continued, her tone and gaze both telling of a predator toying with its prey, "I admit to some curiosity. Over the years I have had many attempt to command, destroy, or contain me, but no one has had the gall to use me as their personal pleasure device." She gave a soft snort, tongue moving across her fangs. "And the volume... I practically found myself drowning in your seed, then when I realized why my belly felt so burdened... Are you normally so generous?"
Arhu felt his face burn, ears flattening. "Um..."
"Yes?"
"Well... I was kind of there... over the course of the day... and--"
"You rutted me for an entire day?" The gargoyle made an amused noise, or maybe it was one of disgust, he wasn't sure. "What could have possibly driven you to do that?"
Arhu made a face, ears flicking, and said, "What do you mean?"
"I ask if you get some kind of thrill from sexing random beasts."
"Well... you're not really very beast-like." At her confused look Arhu hastily drew a voluptuous outline.
The gargoyle snorted again. "Ah, I see. I suppose I have on occasion been told that I have the rough appearance of an appetizing female." She was silent for moment, her head tilted thoughtfully, then she made a soft sound and clambered fully onto the bed. She stretched out over him, wings slightly furling and her breasts in clear view. Despite the situation he found his cock swelling at the sight. She yawned, then said, "Very well. Since you seemed to have enjoyed me so thoroughly I have decided to view it as a compliment"
Arhu stared. "R-really?"
"Yes, really." The gargoyle gave him a predatory smile full of fangs and teeth. "In fact, I will gift you an exchange."
"An exchange...?"
"What is your name?"
"Arhu..."
"Then, Arhu, I admit that it has been a dreadfully long time since last I enjoyed the hunger of a mate. You are a paltry substitute for that, but I am gracious enough to allow you the continued use of my body whilst I sleep. In exchange you will sate me without complaint whenever the whim takes me." She stretched again as she repositioned herself, her now warm and smooth skin brushing against his fur as she lounged. "A fair deal, I believe, since you foolishly do not fear me and, curiously enough, see enough in me to arouse you."
Arhu swallowed, feeling his heart hammer away and his stomach gurgle nervously. The fact that the gargoyle was tracing small circles across the fur of his chest lazily with a claw didn't help, though it was embarrassingly pleasant to have her lounge with him in the bed, her bulk pressed against him. It was also a constant reminder of her size and raw strength. She seems impressed with my 'boldness', though really, looking back, it was just stupidity after all.
Arhu cleared his throat and willed himself to calm. "What's your name?"
The slitted violet eyes regarded him from the gloom. "I am known as Xeyah "
"Well, Xeyah, your deal sounds fantastic considering the, uh, alternatives." She snorted in amusement, but he continued. "So I'll agree to it wholeheartedly, but only under one condition."
"Oh?" Xeyah said, her tail snapping behind her and her eyes lighting with even greater amusement. "Tell me then, soft-tail, what this 'condition' of yours is."
"All I ask is that you vary your pose when you fall asleep."
The gargoyle tilted her head again. "Vary my pose? Why?" He blushed, ears flattening, which seemed to confuse her further, then sudden realization lit her expression. She threw her head back and let out musical laughter. When it faded her eyes again regarded him with a predatory gleam, but she removed the hand that had been pinning him to the bed. "Ah, so you sought to sheathe yourself between my thighs but could not. Or was it the soil beneath my tail that you sought? Mm, no matter, I do so find that hunger of yours adorable. Very well, I will vary my pose and endeavor to make things interesting for you."
Arhu stared in disbelief. "R-really?"
"It is only fair, I suppose. After all, I intend to use you as I please." She swung smoothly, shifting so that her rump was now over his head. "Starting now. The night is yet young and there is quite a debt to balance out."
"Um," Arhu began.
Her tail snapped down between her legs with surprising accuracy, the bladed tip freezing just before his face. Arhu pressed down against the bed, eyes wide, but she simply patted the side of his muzzle with the flat.
"No, dear. I do not speak when you use me as stone, so you will also remain perfectly silent and simply do as I ask. If I find myself with the desire to speak with you then I will indulge you _after_I am satisfied. Understood?"
"Yes, I--yikes!" He froze as the tail tapped against him again. Arhu froze uncertainly for a moment, then hesitantly nodded instead.
"That's a good little soft-tail. Now, I want you to _earnestly_prepare me for your meat." She lowered her thick, muscular thighs without warning, her slit barely visible in the gloom and the shadow cast by her body, and a strong feminine scent struck him, alluring and appetizing.
She didn't give him a chance to figure it out however, instead pressing her crotch into him. He gave a muffled cry, but she seemed uncaring of it, and he hastily opened his muzzle to begin lapping. She pressed deeper into him whenever his tongue passed, and he held her firm, full butt as they worked together into something of a rhythm. His cock practically sprang from its sheath, growing to its large, rigid size, and he soon felt the gargoyle's clawed hands bat and tease it as she ground her hips into him.
"Mm, you are not doing too bad, soft-tail, though you are in sore need of practice. Practice that you will get and that I will fine tune, but for now lick from the front, from the little nub you feel, then all the way to the back..."
Arhu obeyed, trying his best to pleasure her, lapping up the sticky wetness that now dripped from her slit. She let out a lusty moan, then in a breathy voice commanded him to focus on the nub at the part of her slit closest to him. He did so and found the sticky fluids surging in volume as she leaned forward and brought down a claw to tease against her nub between passes of his tongue.
Eventually she lifted her rump, thick trails of his spit and her own wetness glistening between her thighs and his muzzle, and then turned so that she once again facing him. She moved forward and straddled him, his pink cock rigid and visible in the night. She gave a pleased growl as she gently stroked it.
"The amount of mating meat you were hiding is a pleasant surprise, mm, but peak without my permission and I will make you regret it," she warned. "If you manage to endure my flesh however I will reward you by letting you spill inside. Understood?"
He nodded, muzzle slightly agape, and watched in utter disbelief as she began to mount him without preamble or warning. She hefted herself on her powerful thighs, scooted forward, then guided the tapered tip of his cock between her thighs. He growled as the tip slipped in, then found himself staring into her piercing, predatory gaze as she slammed her hips down and took all of his girth in one go.
Arhu immediately bit his tongue hard enough that tears welled in the corners of his eyes. Despite her own considerable size she was tight, almost painfully so_._ Even worse there were strange, fleshy ridges all inside her, and these pressed deep into his cock, sending shiver-inducing pleasure all along his spine. I'm pretty sure I just gave up a few years of my life trying not to cum there...
When he reopened his eyes he found the gargoyle watching him with open satisfaction. "I find myself surprised yet again, soft-tail." She clucked her tongue in mock disappointment. "I suppose your tailhole is safe for now."
My what?! He thought, wide-eyed, but she gave him no time to dwell on it. She rose up, letting loose a lusty, strangely musical growl of pleasure that deeply aroused him, then slammed down against him. He felt her claws sink into his shoulders and arms painfully as she quickened her pace, the sound of their flesh meeting and the wet noises their crotches were making filling the cool night air alongside their heavy breaths.
"Mm, yes..." Xeyah purred. "It has been so long..."
Her tail waved wildly behind her as she bounced on his lap, her thighs now spread surprisingly far apart to either side of him. The bed began to groan and creak in protest, and Arhu began to wince even as the pleasure became a roaring thunderstorm. I'm going to be as bruised as bad fruit in the morning, but oh so free of regrets.
She leaned down over him to look into his eyes, their breaths mingling as she continued to bounce her rump on his lap. "Is this what you wanted, fox-tail? Is this what you were imagining while you thrust your meat into my muzzle and fed me your seed?"
It wasn't exactly what he had been thinking, but the way she said it, so lust filled, and in her strange voice that was somehow split between a musical note and a harsh primal growl... Shit, think of anything else! Think of Big Brall's ugly face, or how much you hate Drasca!
"I feel your meat twitching," Xeyah breathed. "So eager to spill, to breed me, but you will not let it, will you, Arhu?"
He clamped his muzzle shut and shook his head fiercely.
She chuckled. "Mm, good. A reward, then." She pressed down into him, her head above him on the bed, and drowned him in her plump breasts. "Suckle me..." she ordered.
Arhu eagerly took one of her huge nipples into his muzzle, sucking happily and hungrily, indulging in the raw pleasure of her soft breasts swelling around him. His arms wrapped around her, his own claws digging into her warm flesh, but this seemed only to arouse the gargoyle further.
"Deeper, harder with your claws," she breathed, increasing the intensity of her rump's descent and squeezing her slit even tighter somehow. "And bite on my teats as if you starved for the taste of milk."
He obliged, sinking his claws deeper, finding her skin surprisingly resilient even in flesh-farm, then bit down on her nipple savagely. She let out a pleased growl. His knot was fully inflated by now, and in fact had been so for a while, the bulb painfully throbbing as it nosily popped in and out of Xeyah's slit while she furiously mated him, and it was beginning to drive him insane. A powerful need soon crept into him, a desire to knot the female he was coupling with, to tie them together and breed her.
Xeyah seemed to sense it because she drew back, pulling he breasts free from him and trailing a strand of saliva from one nipple to the damp fur of his muzzle which was still wet from lapping her oozing pussy.
"You may speak," she said in a musical, teasing tone. "Beg me to take your bulb, to let you spill inside and fill my womb."
"Please," he breathed. "Please, let me cum..."
Xeyah snorted. "Not passionate at all, soft-tail." She suddenly stopped thrusting and slowly raised her rear into the air, exposing his slick cock to the night chill until only the tip remained inside her. "Perhaps I should finish you with a hand instead, let you spill over your own belly?"
Arhu exhaled slowly, his lust peaking so greatly it might actually be capable of killing him. "Just shut up and ram my cock inside that delicious, wet, tight pussy of yours so you can take my knot like a good fucking bitch and let me finally let breed you with a belly full of cum!" Arhu blinked in surprise. Did I just say all that?
Even Xeyah seemed surprised, though it was soon replaced by such a look of lustful hunger that he almost spilled then and there. "Much better," she breathed, her long, muscular tongue brushing across her muzzle. "Very well, I will let you shoot into my womb as you so painfully hunger for."
She slammed herself back down without warning, her ridges pressing hard. Arhu cried out and came before she was even halfway down, but still she slammed into his crotch, taking his knot with a lusty growl and clamping down so tightly that Arhu yelped.
The world blurred as his orgasm burst from the root of his spine and thundered throughout his body, Xeyah rocking and grinding into him as her claws brushed across the fur of his chest, her musical moans soft and lusty.
Eventually the world slowly came back into focus as his orgasm faded, though it left him with the most powerful sense of satisfaction he had felt his entire life. Despite having released loads all day he might have actually topped his volume, and this was further evidenced by Xeyah's look of mild surprise, tongue brushing softly against her muzzle as she rubbed her belly with a clawed hand.
"By the moon and stars," he murmured happily as she readjusted herself into a more comfortable straddling position.
Arhu managed a grin as he gulped for air, his cock still pleasantly rigid inside her and his knot pushing against the ridges and tightness of her mating canal. Xeyah shivered, then stretched languidly while still tied to him.
She tilted her head. "Now I am left worrying if you will leave me feeling bloated and heavy yet again." She gave a soft chuckle. "Not so unpleasant a thing, though." She glanced down at him and let out a breath of air, then started grinding her crotch into him.
"What are you doing?" he blurted out in alarm, then clamped his muzzle shut.
She gave him a warning glare, but then seemed content to let the slight go. "What are you so surprised about? You yourself said that you used me throughout the day. It is only fair I make use of you throughout the night, is it not?"
Arhu blinked, then swallowed nervously. I'll die. I really will.
She let out something between a growl and a yawn. "I suppose we can take a few breaks for meals, provided you are willing to share..." Arhu nodded fiercely. "Very well, but do not think I will let you off so easily. There is much your tongue and paws can do whilst your meat recovers." She gave him one of her predatory looks, this time filled with lustful hunger, then she laughed. "Are you regretting our bargain yet?"
Arhu snorted and shook his head. It's my damn body that can't keep up...
"Mm," Xeyah purred, seeming pleased. "We will make good business partners I think, you and I. Already I shiver in wonder of what you will do to me as I sleep..." She leaned down to brush her tongue against his neck, then up to his flicking ears, her hot breath ticking, and chuckled when his cock twitched inside her.
Nope, Arhu decided as squeezed a butt cheek while Xeyah warmed to the task and began experimenting to see what elicited a response from his cock. No regrets at all.