BindingSantos

by Charlie Richards

  Santos's words had Tyron's cock thickening further, and he knew if he looked down, he'd see himself standing at the ready again, a pearl of pre-cum glistening on his head. Instead he kept his gaze focused on the image reflected in the window. He shifted his stance wider and thrust his ass out, searching for contact behind him. He wasn't disappointed. Tyron felt the head of Santos's shaft rub along his crack.

  "You like that idea, don't you, gargoyle?" Santos hissed, rubbing his cock more firmly against Tyron. Like him, the demon's dick was already standing hard and ready for round two, leaking pre-cum along the small of his back and into the crack of his ass.

  "Yes," Tyron groaned, rocking his hips backward, encouraging Santos's touches. "I want you to take me here, now, where anyone could see." And he did. He couldn't think of anything better than showing everyone who cared to watch that he was Santos's mate, even if the demon didn't realize it yet.

  "Good. Brace yourself," the demon ordered.

  Tyron obeyed. He heard Santos spit into his palm, and then felt the blunt head of the demon's cock at his entrance. He pushed out as Santos pushed in, and the head of that massive shaft popped into his ass. But Santos didn't stop. The demon continued to thrust forward, slow and steady, forcing his way further and further into Tyron's rectum. Tyron relished the burn, loved the feeling of his mate taking him hard and forceful. He canted his hips, allowing Santos to push a little bit deeper, fill him up just a little bit more. He couldn't remember anything feeling so good.

  The weight of the demon behind him pressed him against the warm glass in front of him, and Tyron's dick smeared copious amount of pre-cum on the glass. Once finally seated, the demon stopped, pinning him there, making him wait. He could feel the demon plastered along his back and legs as he locked him in place with his body and dick. He started tiny shallow thrusts. The slight, glancing blows along his prostate making him tremble underneath the demon.

  "Oh, yes, gargoyle. This is how I like you. Spread out so the world can see what a slut you are for me. Your hard cock, tall and thick, pressed against the glass. Your body trembling as I bury my dick in you and take my pleasure. You wait for me to give you what you need. I am in control and can do what I want with you."

  The demon's commanding voice sent pleasure, need, and contentment in equal measure cascading through Tyron. "Yesss," he hissed, his head twisted awkwardly to the side to accommodate the demon's heavy body pressing behind him, the unyielding glass in front of him, and his horns. "I am yours to do with as you will," he said, knowing his words were more true than the demon realized. After today, he'd want no other and could only pray Santos would feel the same.

  The demon's hands caressed his sides, then slid down to caress his ass, pulling his cheeks apart to give Santos the ability to plunge his ever increasing strokes deeper. Santos's hot breath caressed his cheek, then the back of his neck. Those talented lips latched onto his nape, pulling up a mark.

  Joy filled Tyron that Santos wanted to mark him. It might not be a bite, but it was something. His cock pulsed at the feelings rocking through his body, and he knew he wasn't long in coming, feeling amazed that he could get off so easily with his mate. And then Santos lifted one hand to Tyron's temple, his fingertips teasing where his horns met skull. It was too much. His body started vibrating as Tyron fought for control.

  "Come for me, Tyron," Santos ordered, barely lifting his lips from where they continued to suck, sending tendrils of pleasure down his spine to his balls, making them draw ever tighter to his body.

  Tyron roared as his orgasm pulsed through him. His canines lengthened further, and he twisted in Santos's grip. Finding the demon's neck, he struck, sinking his teeth deeply into his mate. Santos threw his head back and howled his own release. As Tyron drank Santos's blood, he felt the demon's cock pulse even larger as hot cum splashed inside him, filling his hole.

  He released his mate's neck, licking the bite clean. He leaned his head on the glass and smiled, letting the waves of pleasure from his orgasm carry him for several minutes.

  "Holy fuck," he heard Santos whisper against his neck.

  "Definitely," he replied, loving that he'd blown the centuries old demon away.

  Seconds later, he felt his mate's shaft slide from his body. Then the demon turned him around and claimed Tyron's mouth in a mind-numbing kiss. When he broke it, both of them were breathing heavy again, and Tyron could feel his cock making a valiant effort to ready for another round.

  Santos chuckled and shook his head. "Rest first," he said, pulling Tyron toward the bed. "Lay down." He eased under the covers and watched Santos cross to a bathroom. The demon came back a moment later with a warm, damp cloth. He waved Tyron's hand away and proceeded to gently go about the intimate act of cleaning the gargoyle himself. After tossing the cloth onto the floor, he crawled into bed and spooned up behind Tyron.

  Tyron settled against his mate, a sigh of contentment leaving him before sleep claimed him.

  Chapter Three

  Santos slowly swam to wakefulness, enjoying the heat of the body draped over his chest. Cracking an eye, he stared down at Tyron, and a smile curved his lips. He couldn't remember the last time he'd experienced such mind-numbing back to back orgasms, or when he'd invited his fuck into his bed. But the way the gargoyle greedily took his cock, both in his mouth and in his ass, had tingles moving down Santos's spine at the mere thought of taking Tyron again. He felt his cock bob against his stomach, as if waving in hearty agreement.

  Grinning, he eased the sleeping gargoyle all the way onto his chest, shifting Tyron's legs to straddle his waist. The head of his weeping cock slid between Tyron's legs and along the crack of his ass, making Santos hiss in pleasure. Tyron still didn't wake. Damn, the gargoyle slept like a rock. But Santos would make sure he didn't sleep through what he had in mind.

  Reaching under his pillow, Santos found his well-used bottle of lube and squirted a generous amount onto his fingers. He'd started sleeping with it under his pillow after that damn kiss at the BBQ, and Santos planned to take advantage of Tyron's hot little body for as long as their bargain held out. The thought of Tyron leaving his bed, no matter how inevitable, saddened the demon, though why he couldn't explain. He'd tire of Tyron soon, just like he did all his play-things.

  Dismissing the irrelevant thoughts, Santos slid a hand down Tyron's leathery back, enjoying the texture of the gargoyle's hide. He settled the lubed fingers at Tyron's entrance, smearing the slick along the puckered hole he wanted into. Taking him dry twice in one day was just cruel, no matter what species he was.

  When he slid a finger inside Tyron's ass, Santos's cock jumped, clearly eager to explore that place again. He felt a drop of pre-cum slide down his cockhead, the sensation sending minute tremors through his limbs, settling in his balls. Seconds later, he added a second finger to Tyron's hole. Crooking his fingers, he searched for the small gargoyle's pleasure gland. He knew he'd found it when the creature lying on top of him moaned softly and rocked back into his fingers, mindlessly seeking more, even in sleep. Santos gave it to him, allowing Tyron to fuck himself on his fingers for several minutes.

  Finally, lust glazed, deep blue eyes opened to stare down at him. Tyron's breathing had increased, but he didn't stop rocking shamelessly, taking the pleasure Santos offered him. He smiled, showing off his canines, right before adding a third finger to Tyron's ass. The gargoyle took it, rocking more firmly, picking up speed. The leaking shaft trapped between their bodies told Santos that Tyron sought release, but he had no intention of letting the gargoyle get it until his own cock was buried balls deep in that tight little ass.

  When he removed his fingers, Tyron moaned in dismay, but he didn't stay empty long. Santos gripped the gargoyle's hips, shifted his cock, and shoved his way inside. Tyron's eyes slid shut, his features pulling taught in pleasure, as semen warmed the skin between them. A long, low moan vibrated out of Tyron's chest as he trembled above him.

  Santos struggled to breathe around the death grip Tyron's a
ss had on his cock, and he tried to come to terms with what had just happened. He hadn't intended to get the gargoyle off quite that quick. Damn, it was sexy how fucking responsive Tyron was. Once the gargoyle's orgasm had eased, Santos pulled his dick out until just his head remained in that hot, slick passage before slamming back inside.

  Bending his knees and planting his heels, he opened Tyron's legs further to allow him to rock in and out of the ass he was quickly becoming addicted to. That thought had him pausing mid stroke, but then Tyron's canines scraped against his nipple, sending a burst of pleasurable pain through his body. The gargoyle latched onto the sensitive bud and sucked, driving everything from Santos's mind except the delirious sensations derived from the body above him.

  Stroking swiftly, he kneaded one small ass cheek while bringing his other hand up to the horns decorating the handsome gargoyle's crown. His eyes hooded to half mast, enjoying the glide of his throbbing cock in and out of Tyron's ass, he skimmed his fingers around the base of several horns before ghosting the length of one with his fingertips. Tyron's breath hitched, and he lifted his head to stare at Santos.

  The renewed lust in the gargoyle's blue eyes and the flush across Tyron's cheeks and neck amazed Santos. The creature derived so much stimulation from the simplest of touches. As if to back his thoughts, when he took a horn more firmly in his grip, sliding his hand up and down, mimicking what he planned to do to the gargoyle's dick, Tyron let out a harsh cry and started rocking back onto Santos's cock, matching him thrust for thrust. Tyron's hole clenched and released, milking Santos's dick, driving his own desire higher.

  Snapping his hips up faster, he released Tyron's ass and gripped the satiny dick rubbing between them. Once again hard and leaking, he jerked the gargoyle's shaft and horn in counterpoint to his thrusts. Seconds later, Tyron growled. Santos watched in awe as the little gargoyle's blue eyes glowed with a ferocity he'd never seen before. Tyron jerked forward and sank his teeth into Santos's neck. A bite that should have been painful flooded his system with pleasure. His balls contracted so fast he couldn't breathe. He snapped his hands to the gargoyle's hips, digging his short claws into the leathery hide as his cock erupted in Tyron's ass, flooding the tight channel with his seed. Through the intense pleasure, he felt Tyron's ass clamp down on his dick, throwing him into waves of aftershocks. His cock shot again and again until Santos felt certain he had no cum left in his balls.

  The scrape of a tongue sealing the bite mark on his neck made his body shudder and his softening cock jerk happily, still buried in the gargoyle above him. He let out a shaky sigh and wrapped his arms around the gargoyle's warm body. He smiled at Tyron, who lay panting on his chest.

  "Now that would be a great way to wake up every day," he murmured. And the idea didn't scare him quite as much as he was certain it should. Interesting.

  Tyron chuckled and cracked an eye to look at him. "Definitely."

  Too bad it couldn't be permanent, Santos thought, not for the first time. But he knew his attention span was far too short to make promises he couldn't keep. Nuzzling his face into Tyron's neck, he murmured, "Do you want to eat and talk? Or stay right here and talk?"

  Stay right here forever. Santos pushed the surprising thought away and focused on Tyron's answer. "Here is fine," Tyron murmured, tightening his ass muscles around the cock still invading his hole. "Mmmm, just fine."

  Santos chuckled, flexing his groin, making his shaft shift inside the tight passage holding him. Yeah, he liked it right here too. "What do you want to know about The Dispersal, little one," he murmured, surprising himself with the endearment. In all these years, he couldn't remember calling anyone anything except pet, which is how he viewed his fucks. They were his pets for a few hours.

  Tyron lifted an amused brow, but didn't comment on the term. "My tribe is searching for descendants of the McDarmund tribe. We've heard they were destroyed by rogue demons during The Dispersal. No offense," he added quickly.

  "None taken," Santos whispered, his thoughts drifting back over two hundred and fifty years. He'd been twenty seven when it started, barely out of puberty. "I was very young then, so can't tell you how accurate this information is, but…"

  "You were alive during The Dispersal?"

  From the tone in the gargoyle's voice, he knew he'd shocked Tyron. "Yes. I've been around a while," he said with a chuckle. "Everything I'm telling you was overheard. I never talked to anyone about gargoyles. I never saw the need," he admitted. It had never occurred to him to question what he'd heard all those years ago.

  "The Demon Coalition heard the Huzza of the McDarmund tribe had come across some information very dangerous to demons. Things we can't have other supernatural's knowing," he said, idly tracing the seam where Tyron's lowest horn met his head, just above his temple.

  "Like what?" Tyron asked breathlessly, making Santos smile at the affect caressing his horns had on the gargoyle. The idea of whether he was like this with only Santos, or if every lover made him react this way, pushed into his mind, momentarily distracting him. An unfamiliar feeling filled him, making him see red. Anger? No, jealousy? Couldn't be.

  Focusing on Tyron's question, he smiled. Things like Leeching. "I can't tell you that, little one. Then your tribe would be in danger of the coalition, and we wouldn't want that." He leaned up and gently brushed his lips over Tyron's, his tongue flicking out for a quick taste before he settled back on the pillow. "I heard the coalition sent emissaries to confront the gargoyle, which somehow ended in the death of two demons. The brother and sister of two council members, their deaths were not taken well. The Demon Coalition decided the entire gargoyle tribe must die for their Huzza's crimes."

  He saw the sadness and pain filling his lover's eyes and rubbed his hands over Tyron's shoulders, trying to ease the tension. "Not everyone agreed with their decision," he hurried on to say. "Some demons, which for safety's sake will remain nameless, sent the tribe a warning. The Huzza didn't heed the demon's advice to take his tribe and flee. Although I can't confirm it, I did hear that he sent away most of the hatchlings along with several protectors, but the information of where they were sent or who they were died with the gargoyles. The coalition's assassins were very thorough, and no one in the gargoyle stronghold survived."

  Tyron remained silent for several minutes, his gaze fixed on some point to the demon's left. Finally, unable to stand the pain he saw on the sexy gargoyle's face any longer, he cupped the creature's jaw and brought his lips down for a chaste kiss. "I can introduce you to a… psychic of sorts. She has visions of people by touching an object owned by them."

  "How will that help us?" Tyron asked softly, his hands lifting to tangle in Santos's thick, black hair.

  Santos smiled, the light tugging sending shivers of pleasure across his scalp and down his spine. "Well, all we need to do is find something that belonged to a hatchling of the tribe."

  Tyron gave him an amused, disbelieving smile. "And how are we going to do that? That was over two centuries ago."

  Chuckling, Santos reached up to caress the gargoyle's horns, loving the shudder than went through the small frame above him. He wrapped his legs around Tyron's and rolled them until he had Tyron under him. He settled comfortably in the vee of the gargoyle's thighs. "Did you forget so quickly," he asked, easing his rapidly hardening dick almost out of Tyron's hole before sliding it back in, the way made slick and warm by his release from such a short time ago.

  "What's that?" Tyron panted.

  "I'm a detective. I can find anything," Santos whispered into the gargoyle's ear before latching onto the sensitive flesh below Tyron's ear. He sucked hard at the salty, leathery flesh, eager for another taste of the coppery skin he'd enjoyed when he'd had the gargoyle pinned against the window and at his mercy. A dark hickey formed beneath his lips, giving him the flavor he wanted.

  "Why?" Tyron gasped. "Why would you do that for me?"

  He grinned against the mark he'd made. "Because when I deliver the item, I will claim this sexy ass
again," he vowed, already anticipating the act, even while in the midst of this one. Surprise that he'd just planned what could constitute a second date filled him, but it didn't diminish his ardor one bit.

  Done talking, Santos slid his hands up the back of Tyron's head, through his short, blond hair, and grabbed a horn tightly in each hand. The gargoyle's body bucked underneath him as he let out a hoarse cry, telling Santos exactly what his harsh grip did to Tyron. He glided his fists up and down the horns and returned his attention back to his feast at Tyron's neck, making the mark even darker.

  The ability to speak coherently fled the creature beneath him as Santos continually slammed his dick into Tyron's hole. He could feel it greedily suck him back in with every stroke, squeezing and massaging him. Releasing the gargoyle's horns, he wrapped his arms around Tyron's back and sat up onto his knees, bringing Tyron with him and encouraging the gargoyle to straddle his lap. "Oh, fuck, yeah. Ride my cock, little one. Show me how much you like it buried inside your greedy hole."

  "Yes," Tyron groaned out through clenched canines. Santos moved one hand between them and wrapped his fingers around the gargoyle's hard prick. Tyron growled, which Santos thought was the sexiest fucking thing he'd ever heard. Santos tightened his hold, watching as his lover shamelessly fucked himself between the fist on his cock and the dick in his ass.

  He watched Tyron's blue eyes begin to glow and his teeth lengthen. Knowing what would come next had excited anticipation coursing through him. Tingles danced up and down his spine, and his balls tightened. Who would have thought getting bitten while fucking would feel so good? But now he couldn't wait for that sensation again. He titled his head, the movement encouraging Tyron, and the gargoyle sank his canines into Santos's neck.

  His roar filled the room as exquisite sensations raced through his body. He felt a nearly overwhelming urge to bite Tyron back, to show the gargoyle how good it felt. But he held back, knowing Tyron would mistake that as the completion of a gargoyle mating. And then thought fled as his cock erupted, spewing stream after stream of his seed into Tyron's welcoming channel. He vaguely heard Tyron cry out his name as he came too, the sound making him smile, before he collapsed on the bed. He tucked Tyron in close to his chest and drifted happily off to sleep, satiated beyond his wildest dreams.