Prince Gyllen Ch. 16.1

"Oh~! So you can talk!" The gargoyle perked up upon hearing these indistinct noises with brightened eyes and twitching ears, her fangs glinting visibly from her smiling mouth as she spoke. "Such a cute little voice..." She sighed, momentarily resting her head against and nuzzling into the boy's chest as best as she was able without her horns getting in the way before jolting her face back to be level with the prince's, the tips of their noses almost touching by how unsettlingly close their features now were as she stared long into the depths of his azure eyes, Gyllen unable to turn his own head away in the slightest, seemingly spellbound by her deep, topaz gaze.

Then without any warning, the gargoyle's countenance darted inwards and her mouth latched onto the prince's own. Her maw separated marginally so and out shot the winged woman's pointed tongue like a flash, forcing its way past the blond's unsuspecting lips before coiling around his own tongue like a snake, utterly conquering him in an impromptu round of oral wrestling. The prince's peepers exponentially bugged out when he first felt the slimy muscle writhe its way about within the confines of his cheeks before completely wrapping itself against his equivalent, though his eyelids began to droop the longer they shared the snog as his mind went hazy. The gargoyle's tongue surpassed the length to those belonging to any race the prince had coupled with up till that point. If she had wanted to, she could have easily tickled his tonsils with the tip of her tongue and probably still have some centimetres to spare. Many accounts of gargoyle attacks universally made mention of this characteristic tongue burning blinding vermilion against the night sky as they lolled from the mouths of the winged creatures moments before they swooped in for the kill, though Gyllen doubted the thought of making out with any of these airborne assailants was the first thing to cross the minds of any of these survivors...

As the kiss continued, the hand of the winged woman closest to the boy's crotch went from merely tracing a single digit around the outline of his erection to utilising all five of her digits plus her palm to grasp a complete hold of his bulge, harshly pressing it into his crotch before kneading the lump in small, circular motions while giving the clothed package periodic squeezes, Gyllen ever fearful that the talons may puncture through his bottoms and into his flesh if such a thing up was kept up. Before that could be made a possibility however, the grey female hooked her fingers into the waistline of the prince's trousers and underwear and slid them clean from his legs in a flash for the second and last time that night, allowing his modest prick to bounce upright in the open air at last. Gyllen did not even have time to appropriately react before he could already feel his shaft being tightened and pumped around gargoyle's grip without their kiss breaking once in the slightest.

Gyllen winced and whimpered throughout all this, unsure is this was the proper way he should be reacting. The sensation was far from unpleasant, but was that really the correct mindset the prince should be having, considering the instability the non-human had showcased and the fact she had forced this lascivious playing of his privates upon him without any word of explicit permission from the male? As questionable as her mental state may have been however, there was certainly no denial that she knew her way around handling a set of masculine gonads to the extent where Gyllen quickly dismissed such concerns in favour of purely focusing on the base pleasure currently coursing throughout his system starting with his genitals onwards.

Just as Gyllen was beginning to shew his enthusiasm for the unprompted handjob with some mild grinds of his hips, the gargoyle slid her scarlet tongue from his mouth at a leisurely pace, savouring each inch of her serpentine licker as it passed the boy's soft lips until the tip eventually left Gyllen's lips and flopped flaccidly earthwards. The blond wore a confused expression on his face when he caught a glimpse of the end of the horned woman's tongue hanging a fair degree past the point of her chin before the entire thing was sucked back up into her fanged maw, pondering over how so much of the lengthy muscle managed to fit itself inside the small space of his gob.

As Gyllen remained slightly nauseated over the invasive kiss, the gargoyle stood back up to her feet, looming over the lad as he remained sat in wilderment before extending her wings far out on either side of figure in an act of simple vaunting. From her upright position, she then again dropped to a kneel situated just above the boy's crotch in a wink of his eye, her inky slit now suspended just barely above the half-hidden head of his uncircumcised cock. Anticipation was visible on the female gargoyle's features, her sharpened denticules biting fiercely into her lower lip to the point where the prince feared she may begin to draw her own blood as the fingers on her right hand would spasmodically scratch and dig deep into the supple flesh of the thigh it rested on. Very gingerly, the horned woman lowered herself until Gyllen's glans just barely brushed her dark folds before sharply raising herself again with a shiver and a slight moan behind closed lips, similar to the way one would stick their toe into bathwater to test its temperature before plunging in.

The gargoyle made this exact same action twice more, with each occurrence only serving to silently frustrate the prince with fleeting previews of the squishy, warm dampness which awaited him, probably teasing him more than she was teasing herself. On the fourth lowering, however, the winged woman finally travelled further down to suck the crown his rod up into her labia minora, and only unhurriedly continued to swallow the pecker until her groin met the blond's hips. A sultry moan escaped the female's voice box, drowned out only by the prince's shout mixed with shock and pleasure from feeling his cock leisurely becoming enclosed within a snug, balmy sheath of subtly writhing sinew, his foreskin retracting almost completely from the tip of his modest prick, leaving the tender nerves of his glans completely at the mercy of her compressing vaginal muscles

"The real thing...at long last...!" The gargoyle declared by way of a pleased mewl, taking a moment of pause to prolong and savour the moment of penetration for as long it was able to last, her head held high with a blithe, tooth-lined smile affixed to her features as the burning pupils of her amber eyes looked anywhere but straight ahead. The only motions the grey-skinned girl made during this straddling would be the slow sliding of her hands along the sides of her smooth form, caressing her own curves as they glided towards her chest before cupping upon her supple bosom. She self-massaged her luscious lady-mounds in opposing directions and into her torso as her hips began to gently rock upon the boy's crotch, using him as though he was little more than a glorified masturbation aid.

Gyllen remained stock-still, merely watching this intricate ritual play out before him while staying completely quiet, barring the occasional grunt, to avoid setting off any unwarranted tantrums from the dangerousnfemale, though the fact that the experience was fairly enjoyable thus far certainly helped distract him from voicing any negative complaints. In fact, the prince would then begin to lull into an acclimatized state to the mild stimulation, though that was cut brutally short when the gargoyle's claws ceased fondling at her chest and shot to Gyllen's own without notice, pinning the blond onto his back and imprinting his body into the malleable material of the mattress, the points of her talons digging into his breast as a way to hold herself steady before beginning to bounce her back-end on his crotch, raising and lowering her cunt along his entire length in brief intervals, never once allowing the cock to accidentally slip free from her wet orifice, the cheeks of her colourless arse clapping nosily whenever they struck against the blond's lap from the sheer energy and power put behind her rebounds.

Gyllen's entire frame twitched and a groan was made with every instance of contact made with the grey-skinned female via her fervent bobbing on his person, which was only becoming more rapid as short seconds ticked away into extensive minutes. As the blond felt the sensitive nerve-ends of his dick melt within the heated creases of the horned woman's interior, his sane self-control gradually yielded for simple, earthly lust to temporarily take its place as the prominent force which drove his thinking processes, his only want racing through his psyche in that moment being the desire to see this current, carnal affair to its culmination.

Spurred on by libidinous instincts, Gyllen's hands -- previously laying passive by his sides -- reached for the gargoyle's knelt knees before sliding his palms along the upper half of her legs and firmly clenching his digits into the soft flesh of her thighs, the blunt tips of his fingers proving less effective compared to the gargoyle's honed claws, with the winged female paying no heed to the placement of the male's paws from being far too wrapped up in her personal euphoria. Impulsively, Gyllen would then thrust his hips from the ragged bedding and into the gargoyle woman, causing a quiet - yet noticeable - whine to escape from the non-human's voice box. It took a few more such pushes of his pelvis before the prince was finally able to properly synchronise his upward bucks with the gargoyle's downward descents, but once he had nailed the timing, both fornicating participants were rewarded with heightened delight whenever their forms met in the middle with a loud, coincident smack.

Gyllen had his eyes blissfully closed as he concentrated almost entirely on the sensations of the flesh he was undergoing as his pelvis now operated on autopilot, quietly sighing with the occasional whimper here and there. His winged companion however was going full ham with her own vocalisations, unrestrained in letting her pleasure be known through her voluminous shouts that seemed to fiercely echo throughout the adjacent corridors and reverberate around the entire complex, making their actions and location known to the other inmates who were powerless in accessing where the they were situated quite so easily.

The gargoyle's clutches then darted from Gyllen's chest to his shoulders, wrenching the boy's torso from the mattress and pressing his upper body tightly against her own with the strength only a madwoman could possess before quickly crossing her arms over his back and switching which shoulder her hands were grasping, locking him into an unbreakable embrace for the fleeting final few moments leading towards her orgasm. Both her and Gyllen's motions swapped sensuality for speed, becoming shorter, quicker bursts of joy. The leathery wings on the horned girl's back then quickly folded inwards and encapsulated the prince into an isolated space of suffocating blackness, yet never once did his focus waver as he continued to stir up the non-human's sable cunt while his own hands slipped around her waist to marginally help raise and lower the gargoyle on his member, even if she clearly did not require any assistance in doing such.

Gyllen soon became aware of the sheer rate at which his heart was pumping against his sternum at the same time he could feel his manhood convulsing within the folds of the gargoyle's interior. The blond would try to keep up with the ever-increasing speed of the horned one's jounces, resting his head upon her bountiful chest without realising, and beginning to find strange comfort in the engulfing warmth of her wings as he reached his climax, holding the non-human down into his lap with all the sparse muscle in his arms he could summon before his young seed finally spurted inside the winged woman, lining her internal walls with white adhesive as his clothed form faintly shuddered against her nude equivalent.

The gargoyle came in turn during Gyllen's orgasm, though in a far more splendiferous fashion worthy of a true finale. The grey-skinned woman's amber eyes fully widened and rolled into the back of her head as her fanged jaws unhinged and perked into a smile of delirium, her tongue escaping from its alcove once more as if ejected by the force of her ludicrous screams of frenetic delectation, thrashing about wildly and spraying droplets of saliva every which way while her hips continued grinding in circles even during her restless throes as her pussy flexed around the boy's erupting member. Her wings unfurled to their full extent and her upper body was flung backwards almost to the point where it looked as though she would have tipped over had she not kept such a resolute grasp on the blond's shoulders.

The gargoyle would hold this tilted pose for a few seconds more, allowing Gyllen an unobscured view of the final exaggerated effects the coitus had on the non-human and the sweat rather pleasantly glistening against her granite skin while the rush of euphoria was still in progress from his orgasm. Once their cummings had concluded, the winged woman then sprung herself back into the prince's body like an elastic strand, colliding into him with such impact, they tumbled together and now lay flat on the bedding, the lad on his back with the gargoyle perpendicular atop him. Gyllen's breath was laborious though it was nothing compared to the hot gust bouncing against his features the gargoyle was exhaling from absolute fatigue.

Suddenly, in a mercurial but controlled series of thuggish tosses, the gargoyle hurled the prince onto his side while he was still in his afterglow. The horned female situated herself behind Gyllen before he had a chance to readjust himself in any alternative way and, again, wrapped her arms around his trunk. Any attempt the blond made to squirm free from the gargoyle's hold only resulted in her surprisingly strong biceps choking his chest, compressing him even closer into her own body, though all struggles soon ceased upon the non-human whispering forebodingly into his ear:

"Oh, I'm never going to let you go~"

Gyllen swallowed nervously and broke out into a cold sweat, feeling the grey-skinned girl's face nuzzled between his shoulder blades and into his golden locks, his trousers still halfway down his smooth legs with no way for him to pull them up. All he could do now was face outward, looking over the dimly-lit, triple-storied institute he feared he may end up calling home for the next decade or two...

"No! Come the morning, I shall seek out a warden to explain this...grossly absurd misunderstanding." Gyllen mulled to himself, dismissing the despondent attitude clouding his one glimmer of optimism. "After all, the fact that they mistook my gender of all things proves they are more than prone to have made some grave errors regarding my innocence! Even they would have to admit it! At the very least, they would allow a retrial! Though I may be limited in what I am able to accomplish, I shall do absolutely everything in my power to vacate this place." For now though, the prince was far too weary after the whirlwind of events which had transpired today - upwards to and including the unexpected intercourse he had just endured with a potential sociopath whose name he did not even come to learn - to properly formulate how he was going to accomplish his set goals. All Gyllen could do now was close his blue eyes and drift into a peaceful reverie, choosing to forget tomorrow's aches and cares for until they would arrive...

TO BE CONTINUED...