Letting your gargoyle boyfriend fuck you in the middle of the day is a huge risk, which is why it's so thrilling. The thought of him turning to stone mid-thrust is fun... In theory. The day it actually happens, he has you on your belly, his hips pressing against your ass with each deep thrust. His arm is wrapped around your shoulders, putting you completely at his mercy, unable to do anything but whine as he brings you closer to the edge of a blissful orgasm.
When he stops all of a sudden, you think it's because he's trying not to cum. But after a couple of seconds tick by, you realize he's not moving and his ragged breaths have stilled completely. You twist as best as you can to look at his face. His face is frozen in a snarl. A strip of sunlight washes his skin with a golden hue, activating the stone curse all gargoyles have. You glance towards the windows. The curtains are drawn, but not drawn enough. The wind must have moved.
"No," you whine, squirming.
All you manage to do is fuck yourself on a cock that's now made of smooth, unbudging stone. It feels thicker too. You manage to grab your phone from the nightstand. You've got at least half an hour before the sun sets. With a groan, you drop your face into the pillow and try to stay calm. You can't get comfortable, though. Not with his cock stretching you open so rudely. Half a torturous hour later, the sun sinks just enough for your boyfriend to come alive again.
The first thing he does is let out a ragged growl. Then he pulls out. Ah, blessed freedom. You're aching from lying in the same position for so long–the air gets knocked out of you when he thrusts back inside, and your eyes widen.
"Hey!" You protest.
"Half an hour of you fucking clenching around me," he grunts. "I thought I'd go insane."
"I'm soreee," you complain, but you let him roll you onto your back.
"You didn't get to cum," he coaxes breathlessly. "Let me finish you off, yeah?"
gentle somno ... sliding yourself inside me while i feel super sleepy and i can't do much besides gasp softly and let you do as you please. even though you know i can't fight you, you still grab onto my hips with the slightest bit of pressure and thrust gently into me over and over again. i whine and moan ever so sweetly, fighting both my sleepiness and the overwhelming pleasure that you're giving me until you hold my mouth shut and tell me to simply go back to sleep. we both know that it's not that easy, yet i still try and end up falling asleep to the feeling of you filling my insides as i deserve🩶
Take your pants off and get comfortable with your legs spread. Notice how nice it feels to have nothing in the way of your cock. Start slowly rubbing your inner thighs and gently sliding your fingers up to the top of them where your bush starts.
Focus on your cock as you're teased, feel it twitching and hardening. Then move to rubbing your cock through the folds. Hold the folds open and feel the air on your sensitive cock. Feel the way you squirm.
Then, get some lube if you have it nearby (saliva works ok too) and start stroking your cock and massaging the base. If you keep your touches very light, you can feel your cock twitching for more. You could also hold your fingers still against it and thrust into them, feeling your cock harden.
Stroke the sides and reach to the back of it. Massage it along the line down the front. Jerk off quickly. Feel your breathing getting heavier. Press harder and massage into it. Massage fast and hard, pushing towards the front. Try to jerk the front and sides together. See what feels the best.
Think about what turns you on, focus on the fact that your cock is being touched, hear any panting and let yourself make sounds. Reach up to the head and very lightly rub, and then go back to massaging the front and sides. Notice the feeling of pressure growing.
Jerk off fast, leaving the head for a bit. Massage near the head and back away from it again. Then lightly rub the head and go back to the front again. Feel your body move as you touch your cock, make your strokes light to see how your hips jerk. See if you can make yourself slow down for a second. Then stroke the head for a few seconds and go back to the front.
Keep massaging, increasing the frequency of light strokes to the head but always dropping back to the front and sides when you start to feel the pressure building. Up and down, around the sides, stroke the head, massage the front, back to the head, focus on what makes your hips jerk and your head fall back and you pant faster. Make your switches between the rest of your cock and the head get faster and faster, keep massaging and briefly touching the head as you move.
Feel the pressure building and building until you're close. Rub the head lightly and quickly and then massage the front and sides and just below the head and between. Keep lightly rubbing the head and massaging the rest as you cum, feeling how your body moves, hearing how you gasp and pant and what your voice sounds like in pleasure
‘Mounted’ as a word gets me so 😵💫😵💫,,, being mounted sounds so possessive, so encompassing, so primal,,,, hhhhh bunny brain likes the word a lot,, help. Getting ‘mounted’ is right up there with getting ‘bred’ I must confess whewf
Sore and achy knight creaking through their morning rounds and feeling rusty. Not in the state of their armor or how ability to do his tasks but in their bones themselves. Clawing through the days tasks until finally collapsing in the afternoon at their royals feet and just laying there. Immobile and exhausted but ultimately content to be within their nobles presence. Resting like a dog until they’re called to follow their royal from a simple tap at their highnesses thigh. They follow the familiar swishing sound of heavy velvet robes with eyes still half shut behind the heavy visor until the pair reach the chambers door and retire to bed together. Knight still armored and wrapped in the softness of their royals fine fur and silk bedding and the soft hands on the outer metal shell.
thinking about overstimulating him...seeing a man so used to being in control be absolutely helpless.
he feels so good but he's afraid that if he cums again it will just break him. he tries to pull back but in the very same second he bucks forward, deeper against the warm soft palm that's already sticky from the countless times he's reached his high. and he feels insane for searching for more; for rutting faster and faster even though the tug in his balls is already painful and the sounds he's making are humiliating. shame and lust color his cheeks and his brow tightens and he bites down on his lip to hold onto his dignity but the whimper breaks through at the same time his load pulses out again; his thighs trembling and his eyes rolling back—
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