Channeling the Womanizer’s Lust

by Charlie Richards

  Kardamon grinned, not seeming to be put out in the least. “Oh, yeah, Mitch. Mount me.” Resting his weight on his forearms, he spread his knees wide. “Give it to me. Make me feel it.”

  While Mitch had no clue how a guy wouldn’t feel a dick in his ass, the ache in his cock had him scrambling to obey. He hesitated only an instant before gripping Kardamon’s blue hip with his left hand, using his right to position his cock’s head at his small, slick-looking entrance. Freezing for one heartbeat, then two, his focus riveted to Kardamon’s tiny opening, Mitch forced himself to remember that men did this all the time.

  Then the throb of his dick got him moving.

  Mitch pressed his crown to Kardamon’s tiny star and pushed. Nearly instantly, the gargoyle’s body gave way. His prick sank in and in and in. The hot squeeze tore a deep moan from him as he buried himself balls deep.

  Freezing, Mitch struggled to catch his breath. He found his focus riveted to where his dick stretched Kardamon’s blue ring. Never had he felt anything so tight, so hot, and he just knew it wasn’t only the lack of condom.

  “Oh my god.”

  Kardamon growled softly, causing Mitch to jerk his gaze to his lover’s face.

  “Holy fuck. You’re my lover.”

  Mitch would feel embarrassed for his outburst later. His brain was on sensation overload. He could barely focus as he struggled to remain still.

  A wide grin creasing his lips, Kardamon urged, “Fuck me, Mitch.” The gargoyle squeezed his chute muscles, causing a fissure of heat to spread across Mitch’s groin. “Do it now. Give yourself over to the pleasure.”

  Barking a rough cry, Mitch wouldn’t have been able to stop himself if he’d tried. His blood fired through his veins, and his erection ached, begging for friction. Giving in to his body’s need, Mitch pulled his dick partway out and began pounding into the gargoyle.

  Unable to stop himself, unable to censor his movements, Mitch did it over and over again.

  Chapter Eight

  Kardamon felt it the instant Mitch lost control and gave himself over to his body’s need. Reveling in the knowledge that he’d caused his mate such wanting, he gripped the comforter in a tight hold and rocked back into each of his human’s spastic ruts. He squeezed his chute muscles rhythmically, giving Mitch the best kind of massage.

  He enjoyed the stretch and burn that Mitch’s movements caused in his channel, too. The knowledge that he pleased his lover so much made any discomfort more than worth it. Besides, as a tough guard for his clutch, pain was something he understood.

  And Kardamon enjoyed a little pain. Rough sex was nothing new to him. The fact that his human could offer it to him... perfect.

  Feeling the jerking of Mitch’s rutting hips stutter, Kardamon knew his mate was damn close. He trilled softly, knowing the vibration would travel straight to his lover’s dick where it was encased inside him. Turning his head just a little, he eyed his human as he heard Mitch gasp.

  “Kardamon!” Mitch cried as he pushed as deep as possible, straightening and arching as he did so.

  The slight change in position pressed Mitch’s cock against Kardamon’s prostate. As his heart swelled with the ecstasy of hearing his mate cry his name, Kardamon’s body went up in flames for a different reason. The stimulus caused his throbbing erection to swell and leak, and when Kardamon felt the hot, wet heat of Mitch’s seed flooding his channel, his balls pulled tight, and his orgasm swelled through him.

  Kardamon had just enough presence of mind to adjust the t-shirt he’d placed under his hips to catch his seed. His body shuddering, he gave in to the endorphins washing over his senses. He floated on clouds of bliss, ecstatic in the knowledge that his mate was there with him, strengthening their bond.

  Harsh panting and the hot press of Mitch’s body shifting behind him drew Kardamon out of his revelry. Reaching back, he gripped Mitch’s hip, staying his human’s actions.

  “Stay right where you are,” Kardamon ordered, his voice surprisingly rough to his ears. “Just relax.”

  Mitch paused, relaxing once more in his position where he was draped over Kardamon’s back. He grunted softly as his hips twitched. “What about, uh, no condom, right.” Mitch chuckled roughly. “God, that felt good, but how is this comfortable for you?”

  Kardamon chuckled roughly. “I know you’re not inclined to believe me, but feeling your cock inside me is...” His voice trailed off as he tried to think up an adequate description. Kardamon couldn’t, so he finished lamely, “It feels amazing, Mitch. I like you there. Stay for a sec, huh?”

  “O-Okay.” Mitch rubbed his hands down Kardamon’s sides. “Feels good for me, too.”

  Pleased by Mitch’s admission, Kardamon squeezed his hip once, then released him. He used that hand to reach beneath himself and grab Mitch’s t-shirt—hope my mate doesn’t mind, seeing as it was already soiled in the truck. After a quick swipe over his groin to clear away any remaining seed, he pushed it off to the side, then lowered his body, sprawling on the bed.

  To Kardamon’s pleasure, Mitch moved with him, resting on his backside. Heaving a sigh, he turned his head, placed his cheek on one hand, and peered over his shoulder at his mate. The man’s brows were furrowed a bit, betraying his uncertainty, but his eyes were heavy-lidded with sated pleasure.

  “Never fucked without a condom,” Mitch mumbled, shifting his hips a little. “Feels... different.”

  “Good different, I hope.”

  Mitch snapped his focus to Kardamon’s face. “Yeah.” He scoffed softly, lifting his head to grin at him. “Really, no comparison. I... if we do this again, you’re gonna ruin me from—” Maybe Mitch realized how thoughtless his comment was, for he snapped his mouth shut. His cheeks took on a ruddy glow as the scent of embarrassment wafted through the space.

  Kardamon couldn’t help the surge of possessive jealousy that coursed through him. He clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth, keeping himself from shouting, Mine! Knowing Mitch wouldn’t appreciate that didn’t make Kardamon feel any better.

  “S-Sorry,” Mitch mumbled.

  Sucking in a deep, slow breath, Kardamon forced his jealousy aside. It wouldn’t help anything. Instead, he just nodded once.

  “Look, I get that you think we’re mates, but—”

  At Mitch’s slow words, Kardamon had to cut in. “Mitch, we are mates. There’s no thinking about it.” He spotted Mitch’s scowl and felt him tense above him. Reaching back with his free hand, he rubbed over Mitch’s flank. “I’m sorry this is causing upheaval for you, Mitch. You know I didn’t choose, but you should know that I can make you damn happy if you’d just give it a chance.”

  Snapping his mouth shut, Kardamon realized that was as close to begging for something as he’d ever come.

  Mitch heaved a sigh but didn’t respond. He did, however, reach out and begin sliding his fingertips along the top of Kardamon’s wings. Starting near where his appendages attached at his shoulder blades, he swiped outward, teasing the thin skin.

  Kardamon gritted his teeth for a whole new reason. Tingles danced across the flesh where his mate touched. It caused his stomach to clench and his nipples to bead.

  “Never really thought about how a gargoyles’ wings would feel,” Mitch muttered absently. “It’s kinda cool. Buttery soft, like fine leather. Do you—” He paused on a gasp. “A-Are you okay?” Flattening his palms over Kardamon’s wings, he rubbed. “You totally just tensed up on me.”

  Forcing words out of his throat had never been so difficult.

  “A-A gargoyles’ wings a-are sensitive,” Kardamon managed to say.

  Mitch’s hands stopped moving, although he didn’t remove them. “Sensitive? Like, painful?” Then he took his hands away and rested them on Kardamon’s shoulders. “Shit! Sorry, I—” Again he made a move to rise.

  Kardamon squeezed where he still gripped Mitch’s hip. “Don’t move. Please, don’t move.” He met Mitch’s gaze. “You misunderstand.”

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p; Mitch just stared at him, his brows furrowed.

  “It’s very rare for one of us to allow someone other than our mate to play with our wings because it’s extremely arousing.” Seeing Mitch’s lips part and scenting his surprise, Kardamon couldn’t help the husky note that filled his tone as he admitted, “Teasing my wings fills me with the same sensations as if you were feeling up my cock. It’s”—he sighed harshly, his gaze heating—”so good.”

  Lifting his head, Mitch gaped. “Seriously? Touching your wings turns you on?”

  Kardamon nodded. “Oh, yeah.” He clenched his chute, liking that Mitch still had his prick in his channel, even if it was soft. “And I think it’s time I show you how pleasurable having your prostate played with can feel.” He couldn’t help the growl filling his tone as excitement surged through him anew. “Then you can fuck me again.”

  Mitch’s brows shot up. The corner of his lips twisted in a wry smile. “Man, I’ve gotten off three times already tonight. No frickin’ way.”

  “Yes frickin’ way,” Kardamon countered, lifting up a little so he could locate the lube. “All you have to do is lie there, Mitch.” Growling, he poured lubricant onto his tail. “Until you’re so hard you can’t resist fucking away again.”

  Gaping, Mitch was quiet so long, Kardamon thought he was going to refuse. Finally, he murmured, “Are you serious?”

  “Yes,” Kardamon immediately replied. He coated the tip of his tail with lube in anticipation, then closed the tube. “Ready?”

  Mitch’s body shuddered, and Kardamon felt his dick twitch a bit in his channel. He knew at least one part of his lover was on board. Watching Mitch, his own dick twitching impatiently, Kardamon waited.

  Finally, after swallowing hard enough to cause his Adam’s apple to bob, Mitch nodded.

  “I need the words, Mitch.” Kardamon wouldn’t penetrate his mate without permission. “Tell me.”

  “Yeah, um, okay.” Mitch’s cheeks glowed pink. “You c-can pleasure me.”

  Moaning, Kardamon murmured, “I’ll do far more than that.”

  Sliding his tail around Mitch’s thigh, Kardamon held his mate’s gaze. “I will stimulate you so fully, that your senses will sing.” He called on centuries of experience and easily located Mitch’s trench. When Kardamon glided his tip between his cheeks, he felt him tense. “Relax, my m-Mitch,” he quickly amended. “Just relax on my back and keep breathing. My tail is slender. While it will feel odd, it won’t truly hurt.”

  Mitch relaxed on him, but his brows furrowed. “Really? I remember my prostate exam. It sure as shittin’ wasn’t comfortable.”

  At the sound of Mitch’s grumblings, Kardamon couldn’t help but smile. “Relax, Mitch. I’m good at this.” He teased his tail tip against his mate’s hole, pressing lightly, but not entering. Slithering his mobile appendage around his opening, he spread the warming lube that Mitch favored.

  “Seriously?” Mitch’s tone betrayed his offense. “You referencing other lovers when you’re about to stick your tail in me?” His tension spiked. “That ain’t right, dude.”

  Kardamon just bit back his laugh upon hearing Mitch’s offense. “Actually, I was referring to myself.” As he spoke the admission, he eased his tail past Mitch’s guardian muscle. “I use my tail to pleasure myself often.”

  Once again, Mitch gaped at him.

  Scenting his disbelief, Kardamon continued to work his tail into Mitch’s channel as he told him, “I love the stretch from something probing my ass.” His tone lowered to a soft growl. “There is nothing better than a warm, thick appendage being inserted into my channel, to feel it press against my prostate.” Just as he spoke the words, Kardamon heard Mitch hiss. His mate’s body tensed for just an instant, and Kardamon knew he’d found it. He pressed over the spongy bump again, massaging lightly.

  Mitch let out a low moan as a tremble worked through him. His hands tightened where he held Kardamon’s shoulder blades, his blunt nails digging into his flesh. Loving the idea of his mate marking him, Kardamon worked his tail over his lover’s gland over and over.

  It didn’t take long for Kardamon to feel Mitch’s cock thicken in his chute. Mitch’s dick stretched and lengthened, pushing deeper into his body. Mitch twitched and trembled above him, hissing and grunting.

  After a few minutes, Mitch let out a long, low groan. “Oh, fucking hell!” He began to move, just a little at first, sliding partway out of Kardamon and back into him. “That’s, goddamned, no wonder. Wouldn’t have thought.”

  Mitch tipped his hips, his movements betraying that he searched for more pressure on his prostate.

  Kardamon happily gave it to him. His own cock was on fire, and he struggled to focus. Each time Mitch rose out of him or pressed down again, his mate’s erection rubbed against his own pleasure nub.

  Letting out throating growls of his own, Kardamon expressed his enjoyment. He kept his tail steady through strength of will alone, making it easy for Mitch to fuck himself on his tail. Wiggling just the tip as it moved inside his human’s channel, Kardamon offered as much stimulation as he could.

  In a much shorter amount of time than Kardamon thought possible, he felt his balls draw up. He groaned, making a mad grab for the t-shirt once more. Shoving it under himself, he just managed to keep from soiling Mitch’s comforter as his orgasm caused his senses to buzz.

  Mitch shouted hoarsely, then slurred Kardamon’s name.

  Once again Kardamon felt Mitch’s seed warm his channel. Relishing the sensation, he hummed. He clenched his chute muscles and rubbed his tail over Mitch’s gland, offering him as much stimulation as possible.

  When Mitch’s tremors eased—a moan of a different sort escaping him, telling him that he grew too sensitive—Kardamon pulled his tail partway out of his mate’s body. He kept just the tip inside, enjoying the intimacy. When Mitch lifted, then flopped sideways, Kardamon let him go, finally pulling out.

  Panting harshly, Kardamon tried to catch his breath. He peered blearily at Mitch, who stared at the ceiling. His human’s lips were parted, his eyes were closed, and a beautiful red glow covered him from cheeks to stomach.

  Kardamon slid his gaze lower, taking in Mitch’s gorgeous dick. Even when softened and covered in semen and slick—or maybe because of it—it was a thing of beauty. It had felt damn fantastic, too, and his chute clenched and released at the feeling of emptiness.

  Gods, I loved the feeling of having him buried inside me.

  While Kardamon had never considered himself a consummate bottom boy, for Mitch, he knew he would become one very quickly.

  As Kardamon lay there and admired his totally blissed-out mate, he realized there was one thing that he needed to talk to his human about—what it took to complete their bond. He also wondered how long it’d take for Mitch to be open to the idea. While Kardamon figured this evening was a massive stride forward in seducing the man, it didn’t mean he was ready to be with Kardamon forever.

  When the silence began to feel oppressive instead of relaxing, Kardamon murmured, “You still with me, Mitch?” Needing to touch, he reached out and rested his hand on his mate’s stomach.

  Mitch grunted. His words came out slurred. “Naw. Brain melted.” He let out a husky chuckle.

  Pride swelled through Kardamon at that response. “And to think we managed four orgasms without even biting.” He grinned broadly. “You want another? I could bite you and get you off one more time.”

  The offer was out before his blissed-out brain could think better of it.

  Seeing Mitch’s brows furrow, Kardamon grimaced.

  Shit. Did I just ruin all my progress?

  “Bonding requires that you fuck me, doesn’t it?” While Mitch didn’t open his eyes, his words sounded clearer.

  “Yeah. Eventually.” Kardamon knew he couldn’t hide that fact from his mate. “Traditionally, when a gargoyle finds his mate in a male, they fuck each other and exchange blood.”

  Mitch winced. “It would
be stupid of me not to admit that I really liked your tail in my ass.” He licked his lips, pausing.

  Kardamon waited, wondering where Mitch was going with his thoughts.

  “But that doesn’t mean I want that huge erection you sport anywhere near my hole.”

  At Mitch’s softly whispered words, Kardamon grimaced. He’d figured as much. That didn’t mean he could hide his disappointment completely.

  “I understand,” Kardamon responded just as quietly. “Problem is, without completing our bond, I can’t go through molt, Mitch. I can’t—” He bit off his words, figuring Mitch wouldn’t appreciate hearing that Kardamon wanted to take care of him.

  “Sure there ain’t another way?”

  Holy fuck! Is Mitch offering to bond if there was some other way?

  “Uh...” Kardamon didn’t know how to respond.

  “Yeah, that’s what I thought.” Mitch sighed deeply, finally meeting his gaze. “I’m sorry, Kardamon. This just ain’t gonna work.”

  Kardamon remained silent as he held Mitch’s gaze for a long minute. Finally, Mitch sighed, turned from him, and rose from the bed. Watching his mate head to his bathroom, shutting the door behind him, Kardamon just didn’t know what else to say.

  As Kardamon rose and grabbed the t-shirt so he could clean himself up before slipping away, he felt as if his heart was tearing from his chest.

  Chapter Nine

  Mitch groaned as he stretched. For the first time in six days, he didn’t wake from erotic dreams of Kardamon sporting a boner that wouldn’t quit. Instead, Mitch felt sated and relaxed.

  Well, most of him. His chute twinged just a little, reminding him of last night’s activities.

  Staring at the ceiling, Mitch tried to sort through his feelings. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d enjoyed fucking someone so thoroughly. Not having to use a condom was a definite plus, and never having to worry about kids was beyond awesome.

  While Mitch knew that gargoyles could get their bonded males pregnant, he also knew there was a simple fix to that. Cinnamon toast. He didn’t mind the stuff, but it wasn’t his favorite. Plus, Mitch didn’t really have any interest in having the gargoyle’s massive rod shoved up his channel.