Chapter 10
Kendra's skin was surprisingly warm, Demona had expected the woman's naked flight through the cold night air would have chilled her. The soft press of breast and thigh against her skin instantly rekindled the immortal gargoyle's desire. However, the aroma wafting from the cook pot intruded before she could act upon it.
Kendra turned her head toward the fire, "We need to eat," she said regretfully. She reached up and touched Demona's lips with one finger, trailing it lightly along their fullness, "Hold this thought though, this feels…" she closed her eyes for a moment and smiled, "absolutely wonderful," she finished huskily. She opened her blue eyes and with a protesting groan pushed away from the flame-haired gargoyle's warm embrace. "Food, then…" she muttered to herself kneeling by the fire and grabbing one of the shallow bowl/plates that had been inside the campfire cook pot when they found it in the survival kit.
Oh yes, Demona thought to herself, watching the play of firelight over the dusky bare skin, the flickering highlighting of breast and length of smoothly muscled thigh, the hidden shadowing of flat stomach.
Food and then.
Kendra apportioned the stew into two servings, handed one to Demona, and then pulled one of the survival blankets around her as she sat next to the fire to eat.
Demona ate, but her mind wasn't on the stewed meat she was consuming. She couldn't keep her eyes off Kendra; the flickering light of the fire was inexorably reminding her of another scene by another fire. In the gargoyles mind the memory replayed, firelight flickered over muscular shoulders and the arms raised above the woman's head. It gleamed off the black hair spread wantonly across shoulders and bared back. It highlighted the play of muscles under the dusky skin as Kendra moved in slow sensual writhe and soft panting breaths as she pleaded in her dream. The slow sensual baring of the woman's neck, the soft yielding submissiveness of her pose so at contrast to the graceful, strong fierceness Demona knew the woman possessed.
"What are you thinking," Kendra's whisper drew Demona from her memories. The black-haired woman had finished her stew; the empty plate was sitting on the forest floor next to the fire.
"Your dream, I haven't been able to get out of my mind," the flame-haired gargoyle admitted, "You don't know how close I came to making it a reality that night, I had to leave."
Kendra drew in a sharp breath and her blue eyes darkened, "And now," she asked, her voice held a hint of challenge.
A swift rush of desire urged Demona to rise and claim Kendra, but she fought it, she couldn't commit to that type of a promise. "I can't. I'd be lying if I claimed I could make that type of commitment to you right now, and I know you aren't ready either. Less than an hour ago we admitted that we wanted whatever is between us to be more than just casual, but weren't certain what else we wanted it to be. Neither of us is ready to promise forever." Her voice held her regret; she really wished that she could promise that, her body definitely wanted her to. The startled look on Kendra's face following that statement revealed the other woman's surprise.
"Claiming me tonight would be something like an engagement or marriage?" Kendra sought clarification.
The gargoyle blinked, hearing it put bluntly like that she wasn't as certain anymore what it would mean between them. "Something like that," she answered hesitantly. "Between two gargoyles it would."
At least between a male and a female gargoyle it would, her mind added.
Kendra looked troubled, "Demona," she started then paused frowning thoughtfully, "I need to order my thoughts here for a moment," she said frankly.
Uncertain why what she had said had disturbed Kendra, the redheaded gargoyle caped her wings about herself nervously.
The black haired woman started speaking again after almost a full minute of silence. "First," she gazed directly into Demona's green eyes, "It wouldn't mean that to me. Quite honestly, that sounds too much like ownership assertion to me." Kendra paused letting that point sink in for a moment. She took in a deep breath, before continuing, "I want you to claim me, to dominate me," she admitted, "but I don't want you to own me or think that you have the right to. I'll never want that. Each time I let you claim me it will always be for only that time, it will never mean you have some type of right or expectation of that in the future."
Kendra's words made Demona very aware of the fact that the black-haired woman wasn't only human. There was the untamed spirit of a jaguar in there with the human and right now it was making itself very clearly known. Kendra's sapphire blue eyes held all the untamed wildness and strength that had attracted Demona so strongly to the woman in the first place.
The immortal gargoyle nodded, "I can understand and accept that. I guess I've never really thought much about the inter-personal dynamics of my past relationships. Things were very…" she paused, thinking about Goliath and Thailog, "traditional in my two previous relationships." Very traditional, she thought to herself as she reflected on how both Goliath and Thailog rarely paid attention to her opinions and desires and how their decisions had always been the final ones. Since Thailog was a clone of Goliath, it really shouldn't have been surprising to her that the two males acted almost exactly alike in that respect.
"Very traditional?" asked Kendra staring at her with a puzzled look.
Demona grimaced, "They rarely listened to me and their word was the final one in any decision making."
"You don't really strike me as the type to go for that," Kendra remarked bemused.
The immortal gargoyle snorted, "No I guess I'm not, both relationships ended rather badly." She chuckled dryly, trying to kill her first ex and holding the second to keep him from escaping as they both fell into a fiery inferno did count as ending badly didn't it?
Kendra cocked her head slightly, and gave the gargoyle a curious look, but let the moment pass. She would much rather discuss what might happen between them, rather than what had been between Demona and any previous lovers. "I would rather have a relationship between equals, where we listen to one another and where our decisions reflect the fact that we care about each other's point of view."
Demona's eyes widened in surprise, she hadn't expected this subject to come up so soon. "That sounds appealing," she admitted, and it did, it sounded very appealing as well as being rather novel. Tentatively she asked, "And fidelity?" no longer wanting to take that for granted, but really hoping the answer was yes. She didn't think she could deal with the idea of Kendra being with another while with her as well.
The black-haired woman snorted, "Reputations have a hard time dying don't' they," she reflected, "Yes, right after my mother died I did go through a few girlfriends, but I never cheated on any of them. That phase in my life didn't last for very long. I think I was trying to drive away my feelings of loss by being with them, but not surprisingly, since I didn't love any of them and they didn't love me either that didn't work out very well. I haven't been with anyone for two years now."
Demona hadn't actually known this; she had just seen the pictures, not known exactly when Kendra had been with any of the women. From what Kendra had just said, the immortal gargoyle deduced they had all been within a rather short time span. It didn't really matter to her, Kendra had just given her the answer she needed, and the knot of worry that had started to form in her chest unwound.
Kendra continued, "As far as I'm concerned, I'm involved in the very beginning of a relationship with you and you have the right to expect me to be faithful to you while we figure out where this is going between us and how permanent we want it to be. I hope you feel the same way," she eyed the gargoyle questioningly.
"Yes, we are in a relationship, and yes I will be faithful to you," Demona had no trouble answering without hesitation. She might not be certain exactly what she felt for Kendra, but considering she hadn't been intimate with anyone but Goliath and Thailog, to her last night mean that she and Kendra were now in a relationship.
Kendra eyed her thoughtfully, "I won't be owned, but that has nothing to do with my ability to be faithful. Fidelity is about trust in a relationship. People who feel they have to possess someone to make sure they stay faithful are really saying they don't trust you to be faithful unless they can directly control you, that they can watch and verify that you're not being unfaithful." She continued, her voice taking on overtones of outrage, "That's not real trust, and if the two you were with treated you like that…like they had to possess you, to own you, then they didn't really trust you like they should have, or like you deserved to be trusted." She added less angrily, "At least that's my opinion on the subject."
Demona almost replied, almost said something about Goliath and Thailog, almost said something about how Goliath had not done that he had just taken her for granted once they were together. She didn't though; as charming as she found Kendra's outrage on her behalf, she didn't want to get sidetracked into a discussion about the two males. Not out in the middle of the woods in the cold, and definitely not while Kendra was sitting naked with just a thin blanket around her huddled by the fire. She crossed the few feet of distance that separated them, and knelt down beside the black-haired woman.
"I suspect your right about that," that was all Demona wanted to say on the subject for right now, as there were much more important things on her mind. "I don't want to own you, I…" she stopped, uncertain how to explain what she wanted when the desire she felt for Kendra was so different from anything else she had ever experienced before.
Sapphire blue eyes looked questioningly into her own; she reached out a taloned hand and ran it through the silky midnight black long hair. "The first time I saw you in my office I was surprised by how beautiful you were and how much strength and power I could sense from you. The second time we sparred I was drawn by your strength and gracefulness, and when I pinned you on the mat." She shifted closer, lowered her lips to Kendra's.
The kiss started out hesitantly, then Demona felt the woman in her arms shift and Kendra's arms wound around her neck. The lips underneath hers returned her kiss passionately as she gathered the woman closer and caped her wings about Kendra to shield her from the cold night air. She broke the kiss, ignoring the black-haired woman's protesting moan and trailed kisses across her jaw to her ear. She took the lobe between her teeth and nipped it gently.
"I thought I was rubbing in my victory when I told you to surrender," she whispered in Kendra's ear. She felt a shudder run thru the woman in her arms at these words, "And then you did and I realized how much you were willing to surrender to me." Demona pulled back enough to look into Kendra's passion darkened blue eyes, "Something happened that had never happened to me in a thousand years." The blue eyes widened in surprise, Kendra apparently hadn't suspected this. Demona continued, "I wanted to stay there, I wanted to hold you down, I wanted to touch you, I felt desire for a human for the first time in my life."
Kendra stared at her for a moment, and then she whispered, "Let's stay out here. The wind has died down. It won't be much warmer in the shelter than it is here by the fire and we can bring the blankets out here as well."
Demona glanced around the clearing, Kendra was right the wind had died completely down and if they stayed next to the fire they would probably be warmer than in the shelter. "Alright," she agreed.
As Demona pulled the silvery blankets and arranged them by the fire, Kendra placed more wood onto the fire. The wood caught fire quickly, the renewed flames casting a bright warm glow about the small clearing. "Besides, I want to see you," the black-haired woman said huskily, her eyes locked on the gargoyle's form.
Demona felt a thrill of arousal shoot through her; it wasn't just the words, but the desire filled look that accompanied them. Her hands went to her halter-top and then her loincloth, dropping each to the ground, "Then look." Kendra's gaze was like a heated caress across her body, every nerve ending seemed to come alive and prick as the darkened sapphire blue gaze wandered over her.
"You are so beautiful in either form," Kendra's voice was low and roughened with need. She crossed the few feet that separated them, leaving only a few inches between their bodies. Demona was actually slightly taller than Kendra now, the transformation having added several inches due to the physical differences between the gargoyle foot and the human foot. "I still can't see all of you," she whispered as her fingers lifted to the beaten gold band that covered the gargoyle's brow ridge, she hesitated waiting for permission.
Demona tilted her head down, "go ahead," she whispered. Macbeth had been the last person to see her bare forehead ridges she realized, but no one except for Goliath had ever touched her there. Thoughts of how it would feel to have the Kendra's fingers trailing over her ridges had her hoping the black-haired woman would be the second.
Kendra carefully pulled the golden band away from Demona's brow, exposing the bony ridge above the gargoyle's green eyes. It took a brief moment to kneel and place the band carefully upon one of the silvery blankets next to the fire. Demona was still standing with her head tilted slightly downward, her tail moving in a lazy arc behind her. Kendra reached up and trailed her fingers lightly over the ridges exploring them. She breathed in a breath when the flame-haired gargoyle closed her eyes in pleasure and leaned into the touch.
"Is this sensitive because you keep it covered, or is it just sensitive and that's why you keep it covered?" Kendra asked softly, not wanting to disturb the current mood.
Demona grinned lazily, her eyes still closed, "Brow ridges are sensitive, but mainly I use the band to keep my hair out of my face."
"Ah," Kendra murmured as she continued stroking Demona's face eye ridges then she trailed her fingers along the rigid spine that formed the upper edge of the gargoyle's ears. She heard Demona's soft moan as she stroked along the gargoyle's ears and she smiled, obviously this felt good for both humans and gargoyles. She pushed her fingers into the mass of flame red hair and covered Demona's red lips with her own, pressing against the gargoyle's warm body. Demona's arms wrapped around her and then she felt Demona's wings fold around her encasing her within their warmth. She shuddered as she realized that she was literally surrounded by her lover. Heated tingling arousal shot through her as if something had sparked trails of fire along all the nerve endings and she groaned into Demona's mouth.
Demona pulled away from the black-haired woman's soft lips long enough to comment, "You really like having my wings around you don't you." She growled softly when Kendra bit lightly upon her chin.
"Yes," Kendra whispered into the gargoyles skin, she could tell that it was thicker than her own human skin, but it was soft as well, and she wanted to test its resilience to her teeth as well as its taste with her mouth. "You realize," she bit lightly on the gargoyle's jaw, "that you surround me," she trailed her lips up to the gargoyle's ear. "That I'm," she bit lightly near the earring evoking another soft growl then flicked her tongue over the same area, "wrapped inside of you."
Kendra's words caused the muscles deep within Demona to clench, tightening and coiling in desire. She could feel herself grow wet and slick in reaction to them, her heart pounded in her chest, and without conscious thought, her hands moved lower. She just remembered not to grip too tightly with her talons as she ground her hips into Kendra's. She hadn't ever thought about it that way, but Kendra was right she was surrounded by the gargoyle's body. Demona became hyper aware of the feel of the woman in her arms, the press of breast and thigh, and the feel of soft tender skin against the membrane of her wings. She had reveled in these same sensations earlier, but she hadn't placed it in the same context that she did now, now it felt profoundly intimate in a way it hadn't before. She didn't want to let Kendra go, she wanted to take the woman like this, wanted to feel her cry out and shudder in pleasure while wrapped inside her wings.
But how? Demona's mind wrapped around the problem, she already knew she couldn't use her talons as she had used her fingers in her human form, and she had already thought about how her tail to please Kendra. This was more of a logistics problem, before she had imagined Kendra on her stomach underneath her, now she wanted to be able to touch the woman while holding her inside her wings. Her mind sorted through various possibilities, discarding each as too difficult or more often too uncomfortable for one or both of them.
"What are you thinking so hard about," Kendra asked, amusement clear.
Demona smiled down at her, "How to do this while holding you, but I think I have an idea now." She knelt slowly, supporting Kendra's back with her wing forearms, and guiding the woman's hips so that she sat on top of the gargoyle's parted thighs. Kendra's legs were on the outside of her own, and her own legs were parted enough for her tail to easily slip under and up between them. Demona stared down at the woman on her lap, taking in the breasts with their stiffly budded nipples, the shadowed intimate softness spread so open for her touch between Kendra's parted thighs. "Oh, yes," she whispered huskily, "I think this will work quite nicely."
The flame-haired gargoyle let Kendra fall backward slightly while pulling her hips closer; bringing the woman's soft breasts within reach. She bent her head and drew one of the stiffly budded nipples into her mouth being very careful of her fangs and rolled her tongue around its stiff prominence.
"Demona," Kendra sighed. Her hands played restlessly among the gargoyles thick flame colored locks, caressing and running her fingers though it, sometimes slowly and sometimes rapidly betraying her alternating pleasure and impatience for more contact. After a few seconds she hissed, "Oh yes," she arched her back and begged, "harder please."
Demona smiled against the soft dusky skin, she reached up and carefully began gently pinching and pulling upon the other nipple. Kendra moaned, and she glanced upward taking in the half-closed eyes, and the open pleasure upon the woman's face. She kept up the gentle torment, being gentle with one breast while hovering on the edge of pain with the other. When the nipple she was pinching felt slightly heated and reddened, she switched, gently laving the abused nipple while tormenting the other.
"Oh goddess," moaned Kendra passionately, her hips began slowly rocking back and forth upon Demona's lap.
The heady aroma of Kendra's arousal rose between them; Demona drew it in, inhaled it and categorized the different scents of it as she would a fine wine. She growled softly against the soft swell of Kendra's breast, she had to taste her; she had to taste her softness, the tender and so sensitive skin she had felt with her human fingers the day before. She wrapped one arm around Kendra's back and leaned forward. The black-haired woman let out a startled breath as her shoulders came to rest upon the ground, separated from its coldness only by the furthermost span of Demona's wings still underneath her.
Without any more warning, Demona lifted Kendra's hips and instructed, "Put your legs over my shoulders." The darkened blue eyes widened for a moment before the black-haired woman did as she asked. Beautiful, Demona thought as her eyes wandered over the intimate flesh now revealed to her as Kendra's thighs naturally fell apart exposing her to the gargoyles heated gaze. So delicately rose colored, so tender and so glisteningly wet. She leaned closer, and inhaled the rich musky fragrance of her lover.
A shudder ran through Kendra's body, and Demona eyes moved away from the sweet flesh near her mouth to the passion glazed blue eyes. The immortal gargoyle could see the anticipation in them, see how much Kendra wanted this, she nuzzled the soft black curls with her lips. She heard the indrawn gasp and felt the stillness in her lover's body as the woman waited for the first touch of the gargoyle's lips or tongue. She smiled, deciding that it wasn't time yet for that, the anticipation should definitely be drawn out. She trailed her lips and nose teasingly over the silky curls ignoring the entreating movements of Kendra's hips, and let her tongue seek out the musky fluid clinging to them.
"Please Demona, please," Kendra finally begged after a several seconds of this teasing.
The depths of need revealed in the almost sobbing tone inflamed Demona; she pressed her lips against the silky black curls, and growled possessively. A wrenching cry was drawn out of the black haired woman as she bucked convulsively against the gargoyles mouth in reaction. Memory rose in the gargoyle, she looked into Kendra's eyes and hoped she was right about the desire in them as she asked, "Is this mine?"
The sapphire blue eyes widened, Kendra drew in a breath, her body shook at the words, "Yes," she answered, "Oh, yes." Her eyes closed and she arched her back, drawing her legs up and opening herself even more to Demona's gaze, offering herself, "Yours," she cried softly.
"Mine," Demona agreed huskily feeling her own sex clench in sympathetic need. She groaned as she finally allowed herself to taste the musky fluid of Kendra's arousal. Soft, so tender and delicate here, so many folds to explore with her tongue, Demona knew it wouldn't take long she could feel the tension, the twitching clenching of the flesh under her tongue. Her lips closed in on the small human nodule of flesh, thinking of how much smaller than her own it was.
Demona suckled on the swollen pearl, drawing it and the delicate flesh around it up into her mouth. She played with it, laving her tongue over it and around it, until she felt the tension in her lover's muscles that signaled her imminent release, and then she growled a deep, vibrant growl. She wanted to touch, to hold within herself, no matter how briefly, all of the strength, the gracefulness, the fascinating mixture of tenderness and untamed wildness that defined who Kendra was to her. She put all of her desire, all of the need to touch and claim Kendra's soul just for a fleeting moment, into the growl, letting her lips resonate her claim possessively into the tender flesh trapped between them.
A wailing cry of, "Demona," rewarded her as Kendra shuddered and bucked in her pleasure against her mouth.
The immortal gargoyle held onto Kendra's hips tightly, preventing all but the barest movement. She could feel the flesh between her lips and against her chin clench and release rhythmically as her lover climaxed. She waited, her eyes hooded in pleasure, reveling in her lovers release until she could feel only the smallest of twitches before releasing the possessive hold she had on the flesh between her lips. Gently she nuzzled the tender flesh and then began exploring the intimate folds all over again; she was hardly done with Kendra.
After only a short while, an aroused whimper and the renewed welling of moisture rewarded the gargoyles efforts. Demona waited until the gentle rocking of Kendra's hips against her mouth heralded the true return of the woman's passion before gently lowering her lover's hips and using the strength in her wings to lift the woman's body until she was seated upon her thighs as she had been before. She silenced Kendra's protesting moan with her mouth, letting the black-haired woman taste herself upon Demona's lips.
Her tail snaked underneath her, into the space she had left between her thighs just for this purpose. "Don't worry I'm not stopping," she said huskily, "but I believed there was something else you wanted from me." She let her tail rest against Kendra's inner thigh, not wanting to startle the woman too much.
Kendra stiffened in surprise, her eyes glanced downward, she took in a breath, released it. She looked back up, meeting Demona's green eyes, "I want to touch you as well," she whispered relaxing once again. Her hands trailed along the gargoyles strong shoulders, stroked downward along the smooth slope of the gargoyles breasts to the raspberry colored nipples that had so fascinated her earlier.
"Have I mentioned before that I really, really like the color of your skin?" Kendra asked as she began gently cupping and stroking the gargoyle's breasts, pausing at the tips to lightly squeeze and pinch the erect nipples.
Demona leaned back on her taloned feet, arching her back to give the black-haired woman better access, "No," she paused to groan in pleasure, "No I don't believe you have," she managed to finally say.
Kendra smiled, "Well I do." She started to slide off Demona's lap.
The gargoyle's wings closed around her stopping her movement, "Where are you going?" Demona asked with a sexy grin. She let her tail trail upwards, brush lightly over the silken curls picking up the moisture upon them.
Instinctively Kendra arched into the contact, "I," she paused to whimper in pleasure as the gargoyle's tail stroked over her center, "wanted to touch you, to taste you," she finished with a moan as Demona's tail brushed along center teasingly once again.
"If you really want to," Demona paused to tease her lover again, savoring how the silky wet flesh felt against her tail. "But I would rather do this," she teasingly inserted the just the tip into the warm passageway. She leaned forward and trailed her mouth along Kendra's shoulder letting the woman feel the tips of her fangs drag ever so carefully across the tender skin until reaching the thicker muscle where the shoulder and neck met. She paused there, bit down lightly, careful not to break the skin, not yet. Kendra moaned softly and a quiver ran thru her, Demona kissed the spot and whispered, "And I'd like to do this, to fulfill your dream tonight."
Kendra shifted closer, bowed her head resting it upon the immortal gargoyles shoulder exposing the length of her neck. "Yes," she whispered, turning her head to stare into Demona's eyes.
Demona growled softly in pleasure at the answer, slowly she eased her tail further into the yielding warmth of Kendra's entrance. "No don't turn away I want to see you," the immortal gargoyle urged her lover as the black-haired woman turned to bury her head in the gargoyle's shoulder. Obediently the blue eyes turned back to her and Demona knew her own face was mirroring the pleasure so visible upon Kendra's as more of her tail was enclosed within the moist, heated depths. Finally, she felt the very tip of her tail just brush against flesh again and she stopped, the warm channel greedily clenched along the length of her tail as if to pull it in even further. Ever so slowly, she withdrew her tail, enjoying the way the velvety walls clung to it as if reluctant to let it go. Then pushed ever so slowly inward again, stretching and refilling the intimate passage. "You feel so good, so soft, so warm, so tightly gripping me," Demona whispered, "I love being inside you."
"Oh goddess, Demona," Kendra responded to the heated words, "It feels so good, so very good," she rocked her hips forward and begged, "more, just a small bit more."
Cautiously Demona pushed in a tiny bit more, the very last thing she wanted to do was accidentally hurt Kendra when she was inside her. A gargoyle tail was occasionally used as an appendage, but more often as a weapon, it wasn't really designed for delicate tasks such as this.
"Yes, there," Kendra hissed as she rocked back and forth upon the thick length of tail stretching and filling her so fully.
Demona reached down and gripped around her tail where it entered Kendra as soon as she realized what her lover wanted, giving her tail some needed stability and providing a second source of contact for Kendra to rock against. The feel of soft seeking fingers between her own legs completely surprised the immortal gargoyle; she hadn't even felt Kendra's hand moving from her shoulder.
"Oh how nice, lucky you," the black-haired woman murmured throatily upon finding the gargoyle's rather larger clitoris. From what she could feel, it was at least a half an inch in diameter if not wider and currently was protruding about an inch from the surrounding flesh. Demona was very wet and Kendra's fingers slid easily over the intimate flesh, exploring and stroking every inch she could reach. The smooth hairless outer lips had surprised her for a moment until she realized that except for the wild mane of red hair the gargoyles skin was entirely hairless, that obviously extended to here as well.
The softly stroking exploring fingers were ratcheting up the immortal gargoyle's arousal very quickly; she could tell that it wouldn't take very much for Kendra to take her over the edge. She tightened the circle of her fingers around her tail; limiting the distance it could enter inside Kendra to a safer length, and began thrusting slowly in time to her lover's movements. "Go very slowly in touching me, I want us to come together and it won't take much for me," she admitted to Kendra.
Kendra gasped, "That's alright." She whimpered, and ground down particularly hard against Demona's hand. The gargoyle could feel her lover's inner muscles clenching more tightly about her tail. Kendra turned her head away and rested it against the immortal gargoyle's shoulder, "Demona," she whispered imploringly.
The gargoyle wrapped her wings more tightly around Kendra, holding the woman firmly as she began gently biting at the offered shoulder and neck. Desperately she strove to hold off her own pleasure as Kendra's fingers began to stroke up and down the short swollen length of her. "Are you sure," she forced herself to ask, "I'll break the skin it might hurt."
"Yes," hissed Kendra, "take me."
Demona growled deep in her throat and sped up the tempo and force of her strokes into Kendra's warm tight passage. The flame-haired gargoyle whispered, "Like this?" she thrust into Kendra possessively.
Kendra cried, "Oh goddess, yes, yes."
Demona bit more firmly across the nape of Kendra's neck and growled as she had before. Kendra reacted to the sound by bowing her head down more, softening her posture in surrender and crying out quietly. Demona closed her eyes loosing herself to the multiple sensations bombarding her senses. There were the softly stroking fingers on her most sensitive flesh, the clenching warm flesh of her lover's intimate depths enveloping her tail, and then there were the soft sounds of Kendra's surrender.
"Demona, Demona," Kendra cried out her name with desperate need.
The immortal gargoyle felt Kendra begin to jerk erratically, and the woman's inner passageway clenched tightly about her tail. Demona thrust deeply, filling her lover and this time didn't withdraw.
"Give yourself to me," Demona commanded as she bit deeply into the thick muscles where Kendra's neck and shoulder met.
Kendra yowled hoarsely, "Demona!" sounding remarkably cat like. She shuddered, convulsing strongly in her pleasure and the immortal gargoyle gasped at the feel of the woman's intimate depths tightening in clenching rhythmical waves around her tail.
That was enough to send Demona over the edge; she released Kendra's shoulder as the beginning crest of her orgasm caught her. She barely registered Kendra's movement as the woman lifted her head; turned, and bit into the same place on Demona's shoulder where the gargoyle had bitten her. The sweet, lancing pain of the mating bite hammered into Demona and she cried out Kendra's name and arched into her lover as her pleasure intensified and deepened.
Soft gentle licks over the bite marks on her shoulder brought the immortal gargoyle back. Even her wings were still quivering Demona realized as she drew in a shaky breath still recovering from the intensity of her release. Incredulous she looked over at her lover, confused as to how Kendra's human teeth had managed that.
Kendra's sapphire blue eyes met hers, "It worked," she whispered looking at the bite marks on Demona's shoulder.
The gargoyle saw the flash of fangs within Kendra's mouth, "What exactly worked?" she inquired looking blankly at her lover's mouth, unable to believe what she had seen.
"Partial shape change, another thing the priestess taught me the other night though I gathered she hadn't really explored that ability very much," the black haired woman answered. "Still it's not that important right now, hold me?"
Demona realized the quivering she was feeling was not entirely from herself. She looked at Kendra's shoulder in concern and saw some blood there, but the bite marks were already healed. Concerned, Demona asked, "Are you alright?" the topic of partial shape changes and fangs could be addressed later the gargoyle decided this was much more important.
Kendra replied, "I'm still shaking inside."
Demona pulled Kendra more tightly to her body, "Did I hurt you?"
Kendra shook her head, answering hoarsely, "No, no you didn't hurt me at all. I've just wanted that for so long and no one could give that to me until you." Kendra wrapped her arms around Demona and held her tightly.
Demona said softly "No, I guess your other lover's couldn't do that for you could they?" Kendra shook her head and then buried her face in Demona's shoulder and started crying softly. Demona cradled her, rearranging her wings so that they covered more of her lover's back, "Why are you crying," she asked softly.
Kendra shook her head, "Too… too many things to feel at once. Too strong just hold me, protect me for right now."
A sweet welling emotion filled Demona's chest, the immortal gargoyle reassured the woman cradled in her arms, "I've got you. I'll keep you safe."
Kendra's tears dried after another minute, she admitted softly, "I've never surrendered any part of myself to anyone before, it was sort of frightening, but it felt so freeing at the same time, not to have to always be in control of myself." Kendra sighed and fell silent.
Shortly afterward, Kendra's breathing changed and Demona could feel her slip into sleep. Demona kept her wings tight around them both protecting Kendra as she slept and only moved to pull up the blankets to cover them both.
Demona did not sleep, and in the dim light she pondered Kendra's words. At first she had thought that Kendra meant that she was the first to be able to do the mating bite, but then she realized that the woman was talking about surrendering. It moved her deeply to hear that she was the only one Kendra had ever surrendered herself to. That Kendra felt Demona was strong enough that the black-haired woman didn't have to be in control all the time.
The immortal gargoyle looked down at the woman wrapped in her arms and stared into her sleeping face, stubbornness, strength, honor were all revealed there in the square lines of jaw and chin. Tonight she had given Kendra what they had both wanted and in a surprising turn had received just as much. She had dominated and Kendra had willfully surrendered, and they both had been shaken by the passion and intensity of the moment.
All of these thoughts flowed disjointedly though Demona's mind, the last remaining with a sudden clarity. At the last when they had held onto one another desperately, in the moment that they both had shuddered in release, just who had surrendered to whom? In that moment hadn't they simply held onto each other, needing the strength and solidity of the other? In that moment, had they both experienced the same thing? When the world seemed to fall away and the protective walls shattered had both of them felt that curious mixture of vulnerability and freedom?
Continued...