Medusa's Folly. Alison Paige
her belly. Her pussy tightened and flexed, adrenaline building, pressing against her flesh, pushing her to give in to the need squeezing through every fiber of her body.
Not yet. She wanted more. She wanted to ride the stone monster’s cock all night.
But without warning her resolve faltered, and a gush of hot release flooded through her. Her breath caught, then shuddered from her mouth with the flutter of muscles pulsating in her sex. Her orgasm drenched the stone she pumped between her legs as she rode the last sweet spasms of her body. But just when she finally slowed to a stop, the stone cock between her legs…twitched.
Uphir’s hands latched on to the feminine hips straddling his lap on reflex. The sensation of her wet pussy muscles quivering around his cock was so mind-numbing he nearly let them both plummet to the sharp slope below.
He pumped his massive wings, set the two of them aloft again. The woman clung to him, a ghostly reflex of her old, mortal life, no doubt. Uphir knew her for what she was—a goddess. No mortal woman could undo a goddess’s curse. No mortal woman could undo him. He sent them higher, his cock still hard as stone—or nearly—inside her.
Hell’s bells, she felt good around him, tight and wet, her pussy muscles still milking his cock with quick little spasms. He rocked his hips, lifting her as he did, so his sex slipped through her walls, stroked his shaft. Her pussy clenched, hugging him so tight he nearly blew his control right there.
Uphir pumped in and out of her again, creating an odd rhythm with the flap of his wings, but no more difficult than walking and chewing gum. By the fourth stroke, her desire loosened the knot of her arms around his neck and the lock of her ankles around his waist. He drove into her again, ramming his cock as deeply as he sensed she’d taken him in stone.
The woman reeled back, nails digging into his shoulders, arms straight, angling her body to drive his sex deeper. Her long auburn curls spilled over her shoulders, and her breasts were offered up to him, their pert tips accented by rosy circles and hard, puckered nipples.
His next hard thrust ripped a gasp from her throat, set her straight again so those magnificent green eyes opened wide on him. Their gazes met, but a moment before she focused, her brows drew tight.
“Bastard.” Her eyes clouded to milky white even as the word hissed from her lips. All that beautiful hair began to twist and writhe about her head, snakes slithering, forked tongues darting in and out.
Uphir snatched her chin with one hand, wrenched her head so that lethal gaze cast out into the night. “Uh-uh, little goddess. I’ve already felt a stony gaze such as yours. We’ll finish what you’ve started before another of you curses me to granite again.”
But he couldn’t take her body as he wanted while one hand held her aloft with him, and the other kept her gaze aimed in a safe direction. He lowered them to the castle keep, pinning her back to one of the higher projections of stone circling the top of the tower like a crown.
Breath huffed out of the woman when her back hit the stone and he rammed his cock deep, hard, mercilessly. How long had it been—centuries, eons, an eternity? Uphir could hardly remember when last he’d felt the soft, feminine embrace of a woman’s body on his.
He was beyond restraint, beyond gentleness. And, as she was a goddess with a proclivity for turning men to stone, he felt little guilt in his rough abandon. He’d met her kind once before, and found nothing pleasant in the remembrance of it.
The goddess struggled against him, but only served to wiggle herself lower onto his cock. Her protests be damned, the female enjoyed his cock inside her.
Uphir tucked his head beneath her chin, his eyes safe from her angry gaze, his hand free to do as he liked. He spied her breasts, flush and full, white creamy flesh quaking with each hard thrust. He raised a hand, then remembered his thick, clawed appendages and hadn’t the concentration or strength of will to alter his form to human.
“Forgive me, m’lady,” he said, though his words were more a growl. “It’s been too long, and your immortal flesh is resilient enough to risk.”
He took her tiny, pebbled nipple between his fingers, careful not to nick her flesh with his razor claws. He twisted and rolled the hard little nub, and even in this thick-skinned form the feel of her was an erotic appeal that triggered everything male inside him. His hips thrust hard on reflex, driving his sex deep, ramming her body against the stone wall.
She gasped, though her body softened, her sex stretching, taking all of him. His enormous hand engulfed her breast, his long, pointed tongue flicking over the sensitive tip. She wiggled against him, pushing her little hips into him, coaxing his pace.
“Ah, the little minx likes when the monster fucks her back,” he said. He pumped into her again and again, churning sensation through his body.
His heart shuddered, filling his veins with the hot sear of lusty blood. His chest squeezed at the feel of his cock sliding through the tight hug of her pussy. Her cream spilled over his balls, wetting his thighs. Her wriggling and rocking quickened, grew frenzied, as though she’d pleasure herself with his body, his pleasure be damned.
Like hell. He wasn’t stone now, to be used, to be ignored. He’d fuck her better than she’d ever been fucked if not for her worrisome gaze.
“What is it you want, my little goddess?” he asked, without risking a glance at her face.
“More,” she said on a shaky breath. “More. Faster. Do it.”
His muscles snapped tight at her plea. “Close your eyes, you vengeful wench, and I’ll fuck you raw.”
“Yesss…” She leaned back, flattening herself to the wall, giving him space to move.
He straightened slowly, holding her with one hand under her ass, the other crushing over her breast. Her weight was nothing to his supernatural strength and he pinned her to the spot.
Good as her word, the goddess kept her eyes squeezed tight, though her hair still writhed and hissed about her head.
“That’s my good little minx,” he said, leaning close to trail the long point of his tongue up her neck to tease her ear. Her body shuddered, the spasm vibrating all the way down through her pussy and over his cock.
He gasped at the unexpected sensation, his muscles snagging through his balls, jerking the swollen flesh of his sex inside her. Enough of these games.
Uphir leaned back, his gaze dropping to the connection of their bodies. Her slender legs stretched wide around his waist, the small lips of her sex open on him, his penis buried deep inside her. He pulled back, watching the long length of him slip from her body, the shaft glistening.
He knew his sex was big by human standards—longer, fatter, more that of a beast than a man. But she took him to the hilt when he thrust into her again, and hugged him tight through the backward draw. He pushed into her again, the snug fit of her body rippling sensation through every square inch of his, from the point of his ears through the quaking muscles of his thighs to the very tips of his wings.
He clenched his jaw, fighting hard to resist the tide of pleasure swamping over him, pushing him to the edge of release.
Not yet. Not yet. He’d waited too long, suffered too much to let it slip through his grasp with a few fluttering hugs from the first pussy he tasted.
But the sensation tightening through his gut, tugging muscles along his thighs, squeezing through his chest, was not easily refused. Uphir rocked his hips, thrusting deep, his skin tingling with the feel of her body clutching hard around his cock. He pushed again, and then again, going faster, watching as his shaft drilled through the tight, wet entry of her body.
She opened wider, allowing him to go deeper, faster, and Uphir’s heart shuddered with the spike of excitement her invitation sent surging through his veins. Pressure swelled too fast within him, tightened his body beyond his control. The tempting call of release was too sweet, too needed, to resist, and his body toppled over that imaginary edge, the rush of his surrender exploding in a gush of liquid