Brooklyn and Katana's First Night
Brooklyn and Katana's First Night
by tannim
April 05, 2010
Katana glanced at Brooklyn as he lead the way through the empty night time streets of what he called a modern city. She was impressed, still, at the exotic surroundings, but she was also impressed with how confident he walked through it without any real weapons. She felt naked without hers. His slender body wasn't what she'd anticipated she'd like, but she had to admit. He was quite handsome.
The gargoyle woman loved the long white hair and red skin. His long beak was exotic, similar to her own beak In many ways but more masculine. She pressed her hand to his back, sliding it up to between his wing joints. It made her feel more comfortable in this new era. Brooklyn paused and leaned back to sneak a kiss as she kept walking. A smirk on his beak created one on hers as she tried to hide the smile.
"We're nearly there." He lead her down a side street to a restaurant,
While Brooklyn wasn't exactly sure which city he was in, he knew he was in his adopted country of America. He stepped in, pleased to see the restaurant was nearly deserted. There were some gasps as he stepped in but he ignored them as he spoke with the waiter at the door. A flash of the zipper he had taped to his back convinced the man that they were just costumes. Katana's outlandish old style Japanese gown helped considerably with that lie.
As they were seated and took the menus she looked around and then back Brooklyn. "This is, most unexpected. I had not really believed that they would accept that you are in a costume, my love."
Brooklyn stared at her with a faint smile. He loved her accent and her grudging acceptance of her love for him as well as his for her. She had been with him for a while now and they're time together had grown welcome and caring. Her thoughts wandered as she looked over the menu. Both were eager to be alone and they had finally gotten Fu-Dog to leave them alone for a private date.
The ordered the same thing, both ordered, they both shared the meal quietly looking at each other and talking of nothing much. Their tails entwined under the table, their hands grasp together as well. Brooklyn leaned over to kiss his strong Katana and she playfully pushed him away. They drank and shared the same glass and, despite a little difficulty with beak length, managed to kiss during it.
By the time they had finished, their hearts were racing. Brooklyn dug out the money and they left pressing together and kissing in front of those patrons still in while the staff waited to close up. The two gargoyles raced up to the rooftops, climbing trees and buildings to see who could be first, with Katana winning. She got to be pounced by Fu-Dog instead of him as he greeted them.
Brooklyn pulled out the phoenix gate and invoked it after petting the beast. "Yes, Fu-Dog, we missed you too. But we need time together, alone. You must come with us to the new time, but then we must separate for a little while again."
Brooklyn helped Katana up and they walked through the gate hand in hand with their beast behind them. Through the gate they found themselves in a small gap in a woodland. A stream ran through it.
He turned to his would be mate. "I thought it might be best not to appear suddenly amidst the others."
It was only a few minutes walk along the trees until they saw the castle. It had been long abandoned, but many of the furnishings remained. Brooklyn had read about it in the 20th century and knew it would be perfect for a private night together. The dark building had no lights in it, but that didn't bother either gargoyles or the beast. It only re-enforced their solitude and built their expectations.
Brooklyn pushed on the gates and nodded in satisfaction when they remained securely shut. They climbed the wall easily and entered through a window. Katana stationed Fu-Dog outside the gate, with a very threatening glare to keep him from joining them until they were ready. Neither gargoyle wanted their first night interrupted.
Alone again, in the comfort of a dusty yet opulent bedroom. They embraced and kissed again. Katana held onto him tightly, he ran his hands over her back and sides. The pressure they'd been feeling together the past few months was heavier than ever, but they knew it was time to release it. They broke their intimate hug and lit candles throughout the room.
The warm light spilled over them giving Katana's light blue skin a faint purple tint while enhancing and deepening the red of her lover's. Brooklyn let his gaze wander over her. She stepped up to him again and ran her hands over his chest. The light muscles weren't as big as many males she'd seen, but somehow, they were right on this one. She delighted in his presence and how he felt and smelled. She ran her fingers down along his belly to the simple loin cloth. She paused and laughed, a sound he didn't hear enough of, before reaching behind him and yanking the silly zipper off.
Brooklyn laughed too, though he rubbed at the area where the tape had been. "Hey, now, I'll need that if we want to go out to eat again!"
She frowned and shook her head, it really wasn't a very good line. The woman let it go anyway, it was good enough. She ran her hands down his none too impressive chest again and crouched down. Looking up at him she slide her hands under his loin cloth to stroke the stiff rod lifting it up in the front.
"Perhaps you wish to sword fight instead of mate, my love?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
Brooklyn gasped at her touch, but pushed into it instead of pulling away. He wanted it too much to do something as silly as that. Instead he stood up straighter, hands on his hips presenting it to her. His eyes were on her lovely beak and long black hair rather than what her hands were doing. He looked over her slender feminine body so well hidden from him throughout most of their time together and tried to imagine what she'd look like in good light.
She recalled they'd been naked a few times bathing in the past, or future, he was never sure which, but had never gotten to see much of her. He tried undressing her with his eyes, but always just came out with a vague image. An image that was distorting as her hands stroked over his manhood. He didn't look away when she looked up at him, he just opened his mouth as though hungry.
There was amusement in her expression when she caught him gazing over her, amusement and pride. Katana let go of his masculinity. She stood back and held open her arms. Brooklyn didn't need more of an invitation to move in. He hesitated at where to start and decided to start with her belt. She gripped his hand tightly suddenly and growled at him.
"Tonight only, may you take my weapons from me. Don't try it again after this." She let go of his wrist and as quickly as it had hardened, her expression and body were soft and yielding.
Brooklyn snapped his beak shut with a click and grasped her belt. He fiddled with the belt, got frustrated and just ripped the material after a minute. The gargoyle was surprised to see a hint of approval in her expression. The corner of her beak twitched in a ghost of a smile. He pretended he didn't see it as he set it with her war fans, her Tessen, in an old chest next to the bed. The wakizashi went with them.
He carefully unbuckled her Katana chest strap and again she seemed to approve with the care he showed her main weapon that he hadn't with her minor ones. She trembled slightly as he took her weapon away but seemed relieved when he turned back. Her smile was back, confident and needy. Brooklyn hoped it was a good sign, he'd never seen her without her weapons before.
He tugged on both fore-arm sleeves and smiled as he slid them off. Her arms were long and pretty and perfect to him. Though as he moved his hands to her kimono itself he paused. On her right forearm a long narrow scar shown in the candle light. A few other scars showed with it, smaller and around the same area. Her left arm had two short scars that he could see. He didn't say anything though. They did not mar her lovely blue skin in a significant way. His mind was in his loincloth anyway as he roughly tugged the strap holding the kimono closed and let it fall.
Katana straightened her wigs to let clever gaps open up when the kimono was loosened. The rest of her straightened up too, so that she was standing slightly taller than Brooklyn. Her tail hung straight down to let her clothing slip fully free and expose her body. She stared at him as he gazed hungrily over her bare form.
From her thighs to her chest she was well toned. Her muscles were well trained from years of sword practice and fighting. Her breasts were small with pretty nipples, one slightly wider than the other. His gaze lingered on them and he gently cupped the left. She drew in a deep breath as his gentle claws ran over the soft skin. After holding both for several moments of soft exploratory squeezing and stroking he released them.
Brooklyn looked into her eyes then ran his hands along her well defined sides. Katana knew what he would find as he felt. She wasn't sure how he would react or how he would treat it. She did not give any excuses when his fingers pulled way suddenly. She did not look away when he looked up at her curiously. The gargoyle woman stayed quite still and let him touch and explore the scars of a lifetime of Bushido.
The red gargoyle traced numerous scars, most tiny, a few quite deep around her ribs and over her abs. He wasn't sure what to think of it. The flow of her smooth beautiful skin was broken for each scar. The pinkness of the scars broke up the blue, but the effect fit her. He traced a long one that traveled up from the hip to her ribs. It broke off and shown again along the same line at her right breast. A small nick at the very base of that womanly mound showed when he crouched to look.
There were a couple small ones on the outside of her legs, but they didn't seem to take away from the smooth flow of her tight skin and the gentle curves of her firm muscles underneath. Brooklyn leaned back and slid his hands along her beautiful thighs, enjoying their tense with each touch. He stood up and wrapped his arms around her.
"You're beautiful, Katana... so beautiful." He kissed her beak tip and felt the heat of a flush radiating from her full body.
He felt over her back as they hugged. As a warrior, her scars were fitting, like jewelry for a dancer. They gave his eyes and hands something to wander and wonder over. He couldn't imagine her any other way as they broke the kiss and stood apart. Brooklyn tried to speak, but fell back on the bed with a grunt as she tackled him onto it. The gargoyle woman climbed up him to kneel on his chest. She pressed her knees firmly to the base of his neck and sat back on her lower legs, his hips hovering and pressing against his still bulging loin cloth.
Katana bent her torso forward, keeping her bare sex kissing the tip of his bulge. "We're a warrior race, my love. I don't want a gentle kissing and fondling like those fragile humans. You'd better not hold back." She pulled her hips away and thrust herself forward into another passionate kiss.
Brooklyn found nothing he could do bet enjoy her hard knees on him and then the sweetness of her beak to his. He was quite surprised by her aggression, something she obviously expected and wanted in return. She was much different than he'd expected as a lover, with only humans for examples, but he pushed up into her.
Katana shoved him roughly back onto the bed and he just lay there looking up at her adoringly. She seemed annoyed by that as she broke away and let her legs slide around his middle. Her her sex and ass pressed to his gut with her frowning. The male seemed surprised at being shoved back. Couldn't he see that she wanted him to take charge? She tried a different tactic, running her claws down his chest while pressing hard. A smirk replaced the frown when he gripped her wrists to stop her after she scratched him too deeply.
"Yes, Brooklyn?" She practically purred before jamming her hand back down to his chest and scratching him again.
"Ow... Katana..." He looked at her so uncertainly with her words still echoing around his mind.
She clawed him again and watched his expression curiously. Brooklyn saw frustration behind the curiosity, and a bit of fear. 'better not hold back. Don't want gentle... fragile humans. Warrior race.' The words, as well as the deeper scratches, helped him try something new. He rolled suddenly, yanking her with him and slamming her into the bed. Katana snarled at him and rolled them both again, making them land on the hard floor with her on top of him again.
He stared at her, his eyes roamed down her chest to her scar, then back up to her face. Brooklyn pushed her off of him suddenly and jumped back onto his feet. He was panting, he realized, and his cock was aching with lust for his woman. The red gargoyle had never felt so stiff before being so close to her and he gripped his loin cloth and tore it off. It too was tossed into the chest with her weapons.
She had lost that look of fear she'd had on the bed the frustration was still there though. He still hadn't shown her what she'd wanted fully and he really wished she'd just tell him. The woman looked down at his stiff erection, then turned her back on him with a swish of her wings and tail.
Her backside was as beautiful as her front, her lover noticed. There were no scars on her firm buttocks. None of her clan would attack her from behind even in training, but he would. He slapped her ass firmly, making her glare back at him and swish her tail as she spun to face him. Brooklyn caught the tail and pressed hard to her firm body. 'Yes,' he decided, she really wasn't as fragile as the humans he was used to.
He pressed her back until she bumped into the wall, then found himself spinning and slamming into the floor. Brooklyn shook his head and looked up to find himself once again pinned to the floor with his lover sitting on top of him. Her hand was tightly wrapped around his cock while her other hand held his long white hair. Katana snarled at him and leaned down to kiss his beak.
"You don't get to be on top just for that, Brooklyn." She scooted back and squeezed his erection against her right buttock.
The red gargoyle considered laying there. Her ass and thighs felt great sitting on him and that hand around his erection was more than welcome. Seeing her expression though, he knew he'd better not be lazy. He hesitated an instant. She tightened her grip.
Brooklyn jerked his head back, yanking his hair in her grip, and then bucked his head and chest forward. His forehead smacked into her chest, something he rather enjoyed for the brief time her breasts absorbed the impact, then found himself back on the floor. Her chest was hard under the softness! Feeling less interested in his years of treating others gently, he gripped her arm and yanked it away from his hair. Some of the strands ripped out with it but he pushed her back far enough to sit up and smacked her off of him with a hard claw jamming into her chest.
Katana grunted and fell to the side, clutching herself. She was amazed, and so very pleased, when he didn't drop his guard and try to help her. Instead the gargoyle felt her lover grab her by her tail and pin her face down onto the hard floor. She felt such a thrill when he gripped her ankles and pulled them up against his chest. She felt another thrill at them being bent back until her ankles touched her ass cheeks with his arms around them. Her legs were effectively rendered useless while her arms could do little. Katana laid her head on the floor and smiled with wings spreading to hide it.
Brooklyn panted, amazed at himself. He'd remembered the TV movies he'd seen when he saw her double over. From her tense legs and lack of any pained moaning he figured he'd been right about the act. He was feeling somewhat proud of himself as he suddenly hauled her hips off the floor and sat himself down on it. Both arms held his love's corresponding leg bent and harmless. He pulled them apart and grunted at how gorgeous her wet pussy and tight ass looked.
The red gargoyle leaned in and pressed his beak to her moist cleft. Katana's labia were parted with eager lust. Her wetness reflected the candle light to give her pink interior and darker blue nether region a gold tint around the edges. Brooklyn licked over the sweet mound, not going for the center just yet, and loved the squeal of surprise from his would be mate.
He could taste Katana's sweat first. It was odd, in a good way, but it was enhanced when he gathered her pussy juice. The hot arousal in her scent distracted him too much to taste the woman's musk clearly, but what he filtered through his lust fogging mind told him he wanted more. Another lick slid along her tight crevice and he didn't even notice her thighs slip or when they crushed tightly around his head.
A push from Katana's arms and he fell back, his wings spreading behind him, and she had the upper hand again. His tongue slipping inside of her took that advantage away from her though. Her thighs quivered but she couldn't control them other than to squeeze while her sex felt the tickle all over it. She found herself breathing heavily and her gaze drifted down her lover to his proud sword jutting out. It wasn't as long as her katana, but it was long enough at nearly eight inches and wider than her weapon's sheath at nearly two inches. The gargoyle woman shivered at another flick of that tongue inside her sex and gave in to her desire.
Katana bent down and wrapped her lips around his stiff red erection. She felt his hands grip her knees and force her legs apart suddenly and she just managed to force them to let go on her own. Both were happy to keep going despite her giving that concession and Brooklyn took a much needed deep breath. A breath full of her spicy sexual odor.
The red gargoyle groaned loudly at the beak and tongue tasting his cock. He slipped his own tongue out of her a few seconds later to kiss at her inner thighs and along her mound. Brooklyn held his lover's hips over him while enjoying her attention on himself. It seemed right, somehow, to enjoy it while making her wait for hers. He wasn't idle, of course, his gaze ran all over her beautiful sex and ass. His beak and cheek rubbed against her moist lips while he relished in the feeling of her hot mouth bobbing up and down his manhood.
Katana felt it was right too as she sampled his masculinity for the first time. His shaft filled her mouth. His musk filled her nostrils. His chest pressed to her belly. She felt as close to him emotionally as she was physically. Every movement she made brushed at least a part of her against his hot red skin.
With Brooklyn relaxing the attention to her needy groin, he allowed her to concentrate more fully on sampling his maleness, both between his legs and overall. Her beak pressed to his groin, nose bumping into his balls, while her tongue drug over the stiff sensitive flesh. The living pulse running through it was a nice change to the handle of her own weapon. She wrapped one hand around the base and pulled away from it with along lingering lick.
Glancing back she couldn't see her lover hidden by her hips. Katana lifted them up leaving a bemusedly smiling Brooklyn staring right at her, with her petite breasts hiding only a little. The blue skinned woman gripped his cock harder and jerked hard, yanking his hips up by it. She enjoyed the surprised groan while lightly biting his his left nut. Her beak didn't press hard enough to damage it, just enough to get his attention.
Katana wondered if he would take it as a threat as she did the same to the other ball, or if he would trust her and be calm. She could feel him watching her and knew he was a bit worried but forcing himself not to over react. 'Correct...' She thought to herself.
Brooklyn's thighs tensed and relaxed, being held up by his cock wasn't a real problem, but the pressure on his eggs, he didn't think much further. Kanata pressed her beak lower and flicked her tongue along his darker red anal ring. Brooklyn's legs relaxed and pressed his hips up into it. He was amazed at how good it felt to have his ass licked. Her soft long tongue swirled over his tight muscle, drawing out a soft sigh of pleasure. He looked at hers, swaying above him, then ran his hands along her inner thighs and belly.
The red gargoyle avoided touching her where she needed it, and he could feel her growing more aggressive. Her tongue lashed harder against his ass, her claws dug into his erection, and he knew it was time to move on. Brooklyn drew his hands in and around her thighs to cup her mound with both. He shoved forward suddenly, knocking her off balance so his hips fell to the ground.
Katana growled again. Then grunted as she was thrown onto her back on the floor. Her lover pinned her arms to the floor, her eyes were on his groin though, rather than his face after little more than a quick loving glance. She watched him sit on her ankles, she felt him drag her back, forcing her knees to bend. She felt his manhood kiss her sex. Katana screamed her passion as he yanked her back and slammed forward into her in one move.
Brooklyn roared with her as heat enveloped him. He could feel her sweet sex stretching around his fat shaft and the friction of her inner walls dragging along his glans was far sweeter than his own hand had ever been. The gargoyle stared down at his lover, her beautiful body, scars and all, was there just for him. He felt so alive as his hips slid back and her tight womanhood tried to both keep him in and push him out.
Brooklyn watched her head rise to look at him. He felt her tugging at his hands holding her down. Her shoulders lifted up and he leaned down to force a kiss on neck. Again he kissed, on the other side of her neck, then another, nibbling and kissing along her neck and chin. He didn't know why but he found he really liked kissing her there.
She tried to catch his kisses on her beak at first, but soon decided the neck was a good place for them after all. With his hips pounding into her, and her groin thrusting up to meet them, she was quite easy to please. Her wings curled up suddenly, wrapping around them both. She gasped hotly when he responded with his own wings wrapping back around hers.
His hands let go of hers, to her delight, and she rubbed over his back and buttocks. He rubbed over her chest and sides. Neither had any thoughts other than pleasuring the other and bringing their love to a new peak together.
Brooklyn squeezed her breasts, pinching her nipples firmly, while she clawed at his back and butt. His back arched into the pain of it but his hips never stopped. The sound of wet flesh slapping together echoed throughout the room and castle, mixed with their groans and grunts of sexual bliss. Their tails twined behind behind them as they rutted and kissed and scratched.
Brooklyn's claws scraped over her womanly chest and down along her belly just as his back was attacked by hers. His tail jerked up suddenly when he felt Katana slip her fingers under it. The feeling of two fingers pressing into his well rimmed ass confused and excited him.
Brooklyn thrust into her hard and held his hips fully embedded inside her while she pumped the fingers. His eyes alighted to hers while they kissed together beak to beak. Her cheeks curled up in a lust filled smile. She enjoyed touching him so intimately below his tail and he was at a loss for what to do to respond to it. It was embarrassing, it was pleasant, it was exciting, and not knowing what to do made it all the more exotic. Instead of doing anything, he held the kiss and simply enjoyed that anal stimulation.
Every time his cock pulsed inside her sex his ass pulsed around her fingers, reminding him of that unexpected but weirdly pleasant invasion. His racing heart and involuntary anal clenching kept him focused on her two digits under his tail almost more than the rest of her. Only her constant stroking with her inner hand around his shaft kept him able to concentrate on his kissing, his renewed shallow thrusting, and her wonderfully hard body under him.
Katana broke the kiss and pulled her free hand around to stroke his neck while still pumping both fingers on her other hand into his ass. She'd not expected breeding to be so intense and wonderful. The amazing fullness between her legs, stretching deep inside. The feeling of his skin dragging against hers all over her body, especially that lonely button between her legs constantly demanding attention. His hot breath, his soft yet masculine body, even his scent as he sweated and grunted over her, they drove her on almost as much as his eager thrusting. The gargoyle took a deep breath, trying to slow her buildup. It was all going so fast.
Katana pressed her face to his chest, she lay back on the floor, the urge to move around, to express the pleasure and pressure building inside in some meaningful way was overwhelming. She'd done it alone, with her fingers. It was never like how she felt with Brooklyn.
She gasped in delight when he squeezed her to him. His chest drug against her erect nipples with each movement. His belly ground against hers. His balls slapped against her inner thighs, down between her ass cheeks when he pressed her legs farther apart. She spread her fingers in his ass, opening him wider. The groan of discomfort was full of invitation for more.
Katana found herself wondering how it would feel to have her own ass invaded. The heat of her building passion made it seem a perfect idea, but she held off. She wanted their first time to be fruitful, to be powerful. She wanted him to fill her womb with his first load of seed shed together. Even the impulse of high arousal couldn't deny that and she jerked her hand away from his ass to grip his tail in sudden inspiration.
Brooklyn arched off of her as though she'd clawed his back again when she yanked her fingers free. The feeling of them slipping out was as powerful as feeling them suddenly slam in. He didn't pay any thought to her grip on his tail. His breathing was ragged, his chest heaved over her, and he could only stare in surprise when she jerked back out from under him and rolled onto all fours.
Katana glared back at him, her well pounded pussy pulsing and gaping, waiting to be filled again. She had hold of his tail while her own wrapped around his neck to draw him to her. He needed no other invitation to get over the surprise and JAM in fully in one hard thrust. The red gargoyle felt proud at the look of bliss on her face when his hips rocked her hard enough to drive her forward on the floor.
He enjoyed the new position as she rocked on all fours in front of him. Her breasts jiggled with each thrust while her hair hung down along her lovely head. Brooklyn ran his hands over her wing membranes and joints enjoying them as they bounced and swayed with the rest of her. His peak was close, he knew that and figured hers was as well. They had both cooled down just a bit during the move but it didn't delay their passions more than a few thrusts. The need was stronger and the pleasure more intense as their coupling renewed.
Katana held Brooklyn's tail firmly. She wanted to push it into her ass, to give into that whim, but before she could do more than rub it across her ass cheeks her body flushed with orgasm. The blue tint to her skin turned a royal purple along her upper chest and face. Her thighs too darkened, making the scars lighter pink stand out more sharply. Brooklyn saw the change only in the long scar along her side but he found that to be a beautiful display of color.
He leaned over her and pulled her beak to the side for a deep kiss while reveling in having made her cum. His revelry lasted only a second before her clutching interior pushed him over the edge with her. Brooklyn stiffened over her, his hips halting while fully inside his lover, and they both shared the joy of filling and being filled.
Katana could feel his seed spraying into her. Each jet of seed was so hot and so... ALIVE inside her. The heat of his cum spread out as it pooled in her sex. It cooled slightly as it filled her but each new pulse brought a fresh heat. Even through her orgasmic rush she felt his expression of love and returned it with involuntary rapid squeezes of her wet inner hand around his shaft to draw more out of him.
They held the kiss, with neither moved for a few seconds as they shared that moment joined together, but the passion built too much to hold back more than that. Their hips slid back, their wet sex flesh met again with a wet slap and they joined again and again. The tension of their peaks dipped then soared with the sudden activity. Brooklyn held Katana tightly while she pressed up into him. The new position didn't allow her much freedom to respond back, but she was glad she had moved into it.
Her mate's strong arms wrapped around her, his weight on top of her, while she was nearly helpless supporting him. She wanted a strong dominant male and on all fours in front of and under Brooklyn, she felt like he was controlling her as she wanted. He felt bigger while she knelt there. His balls slapped her clit with each thrust and he could easily slip every inch of his shaft inside. Her lusty thoughts made her remember wanting his tail in her ass again, but again she didn't get to do it as her mate slid out of her as he spent the last of his load.
Brooklyn's cock stayed stiff, but he pulled her up, turned her, and pressed his beak to her breasts to nuzzle between them. She kissed his hair in return and firmly pressed on his shoulders. He resisted at first, but the touch seemed less aggressive than previously. She pushed him back, against the nearby wall, and pressed her beak to his chest as he had hers. Instead of nuzzling, though, she pinched her beak shut around his left nipple and looked up into his eyes as she sucked and nibbled on it.
The red gargoyle watched, unsure what to make of it. He'd barely been aware he'd had them. Having his mate suck on them was more exotic to him than her fingers had been penetrating his ass. Brooklyn stroked her soft hair as she licked the small nubs and firmly sucked on her mate's small male nipple.
Katana's thoughts were too hot to stop. She knew her mate needed a bit of time to cool down before she could warm him up again, but she didn't mind. Exploring and teasing and touching would be almost as much fun as another round. Her mate seemed willing, despite the surprise at her beak being there. She pinched her beak and pulled back. The suction around his rarely explored teat made him pull away too until she popped off with a cute slurp.
Neither said anything, as she leaned back to expose her own chest to him. Neither had to. Brooklyn licked his lips and leaned down to suck on her chest as she had his. Her nipples were bigger than his, but not by much. The rounded caps sat on her small breasts and jutted up proudly for his attention. He easily encompassed her entire right breast in his beak, kissing at her chest around it and flicking the nub with his tongue.
After a few moments the red gargoyle pulled back, pressing his lips down firmly to drag them and his teeth over Katana's soft flesh. His hand stroked over its twin while his tongue and mouth went to work sucking and licking. He took looked up at her while he tasted and felt her. His experience with breasts had been minimal up to then, and he had a lot to make up for.
Katana gasped at the teeth dragging along it. She let out a deep breath, slowly, while he traced the long scar up her belly with his free hand. The contrast between the more and less sensitive flesh, scarred and unscarred, being rubbed enhanced the attention to her erect nipples. Her hot sex pulsed and clenched around nothing while her arousal stayed as hot as their initial mating. She had her eyes on his, as they shared the experience of each other's bodies. A grunt of appreciation escaped her when he pulled away and lightly pinched the nick on the base of her right breast with his beak.
That scar, a memory of a sparring match between a rival female that got out of hand, held fond memories for her. Having it touched by her lover made her shove him away and slam him against the wall with her beak pressing to his in a harder kiss. Her tongue slipped into his mouth, his tongue fought back, and they licked deep as they kissed.
Brooklyn grunted at the wall crashing into his back, but he didn't mind at all with his beautiful lover's softly hard body to hold him there. He pressed back against her, head tilting to let their tongues slip deeper along each other's beaks. His arms slid around her to stroke along her back and especially over her wing arms and membranes. Her body seemed to go limp at that pleasant unfamiliar stroking and he pushed the kiss.
Katana's legs quivered with burning arousal, even after their first shared peak, and the attentions of his tongue on her's. She enjoyed the stroking, but was more focused on the sharing of tongues. It reminded her so much of mating, only she could give as well as receive. His was longer, again, but her's was more agile and playfully pushed and shoved his around as they shared the kiss. She turned her head, making him shift to keep their beaks in proper position.
Brooklyn responded with a firm slap to her ass. The hand stayed up on her buttock, squeezing it and stroking it. Her ears flicked as she felt him brush her tailbase. Her mate's strong fingers stroked over it and then squeezed around it. It was thicker than than he thought at the base, preventing him from touching his fingers together while holding it. He turned, instead, to stroking under it, to her delight.
Katana's interest in feeling him under her tail as she had felt him between her legs hadn't waned. Her lust still smouldered, barely kept from erupting again by the need to let his masculinity recover. Their tongues wove together as his explorations of her tight rear entrance grew more enthusiastic. She shivered when his fingers gathered their combined cum from her burning sex. She dug her fingers into his biceps when his slick fingers ran over her anus. She pushed her ass back and broke the kiss with her beak clamped around his tongue when his fingers poked through her ring.
The gargoyle woman pushed her ass back onto the fingers invading it. Her mate had popped two into her at once and while it wasn't very wide, her anus had never been opened from that direction. A discomfort bloomed but she rode it out, it was nothing, but it could become so much with a willingness.
"I want you there, Brooklyn. You've taken me as a woman... Now take me as a man so we can be equal." Her claws drew drops of blood as she held on.
Brooklyn stared into her beautiful face, he was amazed at her eagerness. He opened his mouth to say it could hurt, but he remembered what she had told him earlier. Instead he drew her back to him and slid his maleness between her legs, then pulled himself up to drag it between her hot wet feminine folds. He said nothing as he held her to him and ground his quickly stiffening shaft along her cleft again.
The red gargoyle fully entered her sex, several times, pulling out each time, each time far too slowly to build himself to pleasure. His fingers pumped in and out of her clenching anus in time to his cock. She squirmed as he worked her sex, making her want to push back and forward at the same time.
Katana's heart raced as she reveled in having both areas stroked. She was distracted further by her lover's free hand trapped between them stroking over her chest. The gargoyle leaned in to kiss him when he yanked his fingers from her ass. She arched her back to thrust her hips back to follow them only to find Brooklyn gripping her hips and hefting her up.
Her mate leaned back against the wall and set her on his lap slowly. She felt his erection slide between her legs, slide up her sex again, slide out when she was lifted again, and slide around further. It took him several tries before his erection slid up her tight muscular ass crease and bump against her back entrance.
Katana's legs wrapped around her lover when she felt that bump. Her heart racing and chest heaving as she anticipated feeling him inside of her there. He looked up at her as she leaned over him, she looked back at him. Neither knew how it would feel to take her there, but as he pulled her down suddenly she let him know how it felt for her.
Her shriek of discomfort, her claws digging into his shoulders, her hips legs pulling him to her to prevent him from pulling her off. The first penetration always hurt, she knew, though her ass ached for longer than when she'd explored herself with her tail. That ache, with his living erection moving inside of her. That sweet lust burning between her legs. His heavy breath mingling with hers, made her feel so alive and pushed her arousal to new heights with and for her beloved.
She gripped his face and they kissed again. The wall supported Brooklyn as his legs grew weak from her tight ass and passionate response. He couldn't push in very far, and she squeezed him hard when he tried, so he pulled out and pushed back in again just going as deep as she'd easily let him. Her ring clenched hard when he slipped out and he had to push hard to fight to get in. She tensed against him, snarly loudly in his face before caressing his cheek again.
Brooklyn slipped in deeper the second time, then a bit further still the next. Working his lover's ass was much more difficult than her sex had been, but just as rewarding. Her inner walls flexed around his shaft and tried to force him back out. They tried to draw him in deeper just moments later. He lowered her a bit more and felt her ass clench harder trying to stop him from moving at all and he loved it. Her ass constantly shifted around his maleness and he thought he bottomed out only to sink in deeper some seconds later as her anus relaxed more.
Katana didn't feel Brooklyn nearly as well in her colon as she had in her womanhood, but she did enjoy the grinding of her mate's length along her muscular anal ring and the odd fullness. At least, once the discomfort of anal deflowering had faded. Her hips pushed down against him, wanting him to hilt inside of her ass like he had hilted inside her pussy.
The gargoyle woman rocked her hips from side to side as he slid in and pulled out. They both found it helped him slip in a bit deeper as well as stroked him so much better. Katana enjoyed it even more as it ground her clitoris and pubic mound against his lower belly just right. She thrust against him by clenching her legs around his waist but found the side to side method worked better. Her hands gripped his shoulders, then slid down along his arms to not only support herself better, but to feel his muscles tense and relax under his red sweat drenched skin.
Brooklyn's cock slipped in fully suddenly when Katana moved her hips just right. She stiffened at the depth and sudden pressure inside. Her sex squished against his groin, her butt cheeks felt his balls bump between them and she knew he was fully inside her. She leaned her head back, chest pushing forward, and panted at him. Her eyes were on his, his were on her breasts, both had their beaks open as they fought for breath through the strain of lust.
She thrust them into his face further, he leaned down to nuzzle them again and lick under each one. His beak stroked up the cleavage between them while he lifted and lowered her onto his rigid rutting cock. Brooklyn loved feeling them against his face even while concentrating on her ass. Their softness made up for his hardness pumping steadily into her so perfectly clutching anal channel.
Katana watched her lover working her through half open eyes. Seeing him straining and panting and grunting made feeling it so much better. She tilted her head and shifted a wing to see his hips rising up. She clenched down hard around him and loved the delighted gasp that escaped Brooklyn's throat. He bit her left breast, lightly, and stifled a deep groan that tried to follow the gasp.
The pressure was building quickly in his groin. That wonderful pre-orgasmic tickle made his hips slap into hers faster, even as his arms tirelessly lifted and lowered his lover over them. Her tail swished, her wings flapped, and they both struggled to hold their positions. The growing pleasure of full deep thrusting had them both twitching and grinding.
Katana's sloppy sex bathed his belly in her juices while she continued to grind against him. Her ass clenched and pushed constantly, her sex did the same hoping for something inside. The gargoyle woman's cunt begged her for something to fill it but she wanted to focus on the shaft spearing her ass time after time. Her skin flushed nearly purple again as her arousal built with her lover's.
Brooklyn kissed her breasts, then rested his forehead against them as he grit his teeth and tried to control his wild hips. The awkward position and powerful need made his aim sloppy. The wild thrusts aimed wrong couldn't go in as deeply and he felt he needed the full depth of her colon gripping him each time. Her tight ring dragging along from glans to root was tighter than her sex and he didn't want to miss an inch of its grasp.
Her breath was loud, his was louder, they moved together as the need took over. Katana could only see his beautiful white hair in a sweaty mess all down his shoulders and face as he worked her. Brooklyn could see only her taut scarred belly and gorgeous hips as he pounded her with his forehead pressed to her breasts. His tail lashed at the wall while his balls bounced and flopped. Her weight was nothing to his tiring arms, all he wanted was to unload into her sweet ass.
Katana pushed down to meet his thrusts and kissed over the horns on his head. She sucked on the left horn to keep herself from gasping at the constantly alternating fullness and emptiness in her bowels. Her mate's cock in her ass made her forget about the emptiness in her sex. Every thrust helped her rub her clit and nether lips harder against his belly. She could feel the edge too she felt him unload, she felt herself follow that same instant. Their shared peaks, nearly perfectly in sync let her feel his cum pumping into her ass like she'd feel hot tea down her belly warming her.
Brooklyn jerked his head back, Katana's beak slipping off his horn as he did so, and she caught his roar in a kiss with her tongue tracing over his. The held their exclamations of bliss silent while they rode the flood of pleasure out. Each stared into the other's eyes after the initial kiss. Brooklyn felt her pulsing pussy spasm against his groin every time he pumped another load of his seed into her tight bowels, she felt it too. Neither could think of anything but each other's quivering body even as Brooklyn slid down to sit on the floor with.
Katana sighed in blissful release and relief as the pressure of her orgasm spent. She leaned against her lover and pressed her beak to his in a loving nuzzle. Her ass still held his pulsing shaft inside it. She could feel his seed sliding down around his cock as a moving hot spot inside her. Both gargoyles reveled in her anal contractions, her for the resistance his erection provided, him for the pressure of her inner walls clamping around it.
Brooklyn lifted his head up into the nuzzling and stroked over hear lovely face and horns with one hand. The other smoothed out the messy hair hanging over her shoulders both in front and behind. He could feel her racing heart while she pressed her chest against him and he assumed she could feel his. It felt so good to be together even when he could feel himself softening inside.
When he tried to slip out she held him tighter and leaned back a bit. "You're not getting out until I'm finished enjoying you inside me."
Brooklyn kissed her breasts again and ran his hands down her chest to lightly stroke around her scarred mid section. If she was unwilling to let his cock slip free, he didn't mind. Her rump's grip around it wasn't at all a burden and it kept him from fully softening. Instead he concentrated on touching her. His fingers kneaded into the firm abdomen then down lower still.
Katana gasped at his fingers stroking around her pubic mound. She felt them stroke along side her clitoral bulge and over her soft nether lips. Her lover's touch was quite inexperienced, but still a nice change to her own. She leaned in to him and ignored his offered kiss. Instead she again lightly bit his left nipple and tugged it gently. A brief sucking on it and she took a deep breath, his scent filling her senses with his masculine musk.
The gargoyle woman felt a finger enter her. She felt another a moment later. They explored with just the tips along her inner sex and she wondered if he had noticed earlier. She wondered if she should tell him and she wondered if he had even expected it. Katana rubbed her beak along his chest a moment longer, then sat back and brushed a strand of his long hair from his face as he had done for hers.
"Brooklyn? You may have noticed I did not have a barrier when we first mated." She seemed embarrassed, Brooklyn just looked blank and loving. "I... took it myself when I was younger." Her eyes sought his then looked away.
"Is that a problem, Katana?" He sounded genuinely confused by her embarrassment.
"Females are not... Females from my time are not supposed to lose that before their mate's can take it. However, when I was wounded, with this." Her fingers traced the long scar. "It took more than a single night to fully recover. It was quite a bad wound and I was bored, a human woman ..."
Brooklyn slid his fingers in deeper, feeling her sex tunnel grip around them. He slid his fingers fingers in to the knuckle then slid them out again. He wasn't really listening, he'd heard Elisa and some of her stories. Katana's story had similar sound in context and, he was correct, in length, and could be safely ignored for a while. Instead he continued holding and stroking her.
His cock in her ass was stiffening again. He was quite amazed at how fast he was recovering with her. Usually it took him an hour or so to recover. With her though, only a few minutes at most! Her ass was already teasing him as she spoke, though the hard floor and wall against his back were getting a bit uncomfortable. He spread his wings and lifted her up with him to carry her to the bed.
He tuned in again as he sat on the bed and grunted at her ass clutching tighter for a moment. "... bragging about how big her mate was and how wonderful it was. I couldn't resist trying to insert my tail. Nobody was around... I needed something and my tail... it felt so good... after the pain of breaking my virgin barrier. I felt so asham... Brooklyn... Are you listening to me?"
"Yes, my love. I don't mind that you didn't have it. I didn't miss it and it wasn't important to me. I have you. That's all I need. Not some silly way to prove I was the first inside of you." Brooklyn hoped he didn't miss anything important.
Katana felt he was a bit too nervous sounding, but couldn't prove anything, and didn't really want to anyway. She lunged forward and trapped him to the bed as she had when they first started. Her ass let go of his maleness, her pussy pressed to his lips, her eyes smoldered.
"Good." She ground her hips against his long face to rub her moisture and his sexual leavings onto it. "I'd hate to think you weren't taking me seriously."
Brooklyn took a deep breath, loving the scent of their first mating and her sexual identity so close to him. He flicked his tongue out only to find her pulling her lips apart for him. Katana pushed her hips onto it and he pushed in happily only to find her pulling back again a moment later.
"Mmm... Am I good, Brooklyn?" She stroked his hair after letting go of her sex lips.
"You're wonderful, Katana." He mumbled and leaned forward to kiss her mound just above her clitoris. "You're lovely." Another kiss, his lower beak brushing against that pleasure button. "You're skilled." His next kiss traps that small nub and playfully tugs at it while his tongue lashes it.
Her legs clamp together around his face, preventing him from saying anything else. She grunted when he pried her legs apart and rubbed the length of his beak along her moist cummy cleft only to let out a sigh of relieved disappointment when he pulled back further rather than attending to it again. Her mate took a deep breath and sat up suddenly.
Before she could catch her balance he wrapped his arms around her and yanked her down to lay next to him on the bed. "And what about me? Was I good enough for you?"
She made a show of thinking about it. Her hands ran over his chest as though measuring. Her eyes followed them, a confident smile on her beak.
"Well, now, from what I can see, you're not anything like what I wanted. You're not a large male. You're body isn't nearly as strong as many of the others. You're skills with a sword aren't the best." Katana leaned over him and nuzzled his semi-erect member. "You're not the biggest, you're not the best, but you're exactly what I need." She kissed his tip, licked it, then lay back against him with her head on his chest. "And you're the gargoyle I love."
Brooklyn pet her hair while they lay quietly together. They both lay still just enjoying each other. Katana kept her wings folded while he ran a hand along the soft membranes. Her own claws traced a circle around his belly, enjoying the hint of muscles under it. She sniffed at his sweat and their shared lust. Then looked up at him to find him looking down at her.
"So, was that a yes?" He asked after a moment.
She gripped his maleness and firmly squeezed, then leaned up to kiss him. "Yes. You're good enough for me." Her hand let go and reached back to rub her aching ass. "And you're plenty big for back there too."
"You didn't want me to treat you like a fragile human female." Brooklyn sat up, so that her head was in his lap. "And I didn't."
The red gargoyle pressed in to kiss her again. In his bent over position his beak was upside down to her. She found it oddly exciting to kiss him with his hair hanging over her chest and her eyes on his. It was a bit cramped and awkward with him bent over her like that but she decided they'd be trying it again soon. Making him hang upside down to kiss her would be easy enough, she knew.
Her hands gripped his face while they held the kiss, then she pulled away. "There's still a few hours until dawn, my love..."
Brooklyn sat up again, then got up and went to the window overlooking the courtyard. "So there is. Whatever could we do. We could work on your writing and reading." He teased.
"I could teach you some sword play too." Katana growled back from the bed. "You're thrusts were quite easy to deal with!"
"I didn't have a lifetime to practice." He stood in the light of the candle.
He turned around and she smiled, expecting him to be fully erect and ready to go, she knew she was ready to go again. Her smile turned into a pursed beak. He was still at only half mast. Katana Did enjoy the view of his male body exposed in the light. The orange glow of the candle accentuated his red skin, gave his white hair a lovely golden hue.
Shadows made him look more mysterious with the deep shading, but his maleness wasn't ready for use again yet. It bounced as he walked back to her, she found she enjoyed watching it jiggle. The pouch below it bounced too, something she'd never thought about. Her smile returned and she lounged back on the bed instead of sitting up for him.
"Take another walk around the room for, Brooklyn." Katana commanded her lover. "No, wait, run in place for me instead."
Brooklyn looked at her curiously. He had no idea why she'd want him to do that. Seeing her loving gaze on him though, he decided to humor her. Not quite as she expected though. He did her first command, walking away from her, which she rather enjoyed too. His bare butt and tail were quite attractive. He turned at the door and took a step forward that he turned into a running motion.
Katana murmured appreciatively. "Yes, just like that..."
Her lover spread his wings, her hand slid low, her legs spread wide. The gargoyle woman stroked her slick wet sex. Her two right hand fingers traced a V around her clit, not touching it at all. The two on her other hand stroked her lust engorged lips. Both eyes were locked on her mate jiggling for her. She was too hot to wait and Brooklyn was too hot not to relieve that need to.
Her lover watched her as he showed off. While it felt a bit silly, running in place in front of Katana, watching her tease and work herself made it worth it. Knowing he was making her feel so hot made it even more worthwhile. He straightened up a bit and wanted to show off more just for her. That her eyes were between his legs rather than on his face was oddly pleasant. He felt more wanted, needed, than he'd ever felt.
Katana's breath grew heavier as her fingers worked. Up and down along her pubic mound, along her inner and outer lips. Her fingers grew moist with their shared lust. Bother could hear the slight squishing whenever her left fingers pressed firmly over her well fucked sex. She teased, but never directly touched, her clit constantly. Again and again she stroked around it. Her wet lips quivered with her teasing before she jerked her left hand away to grab her tail.
Brooklyn's eyes widened when she jammed the tip into her sex. He felt like he should be the one doing that, but just watching her feel good... he didn't even notice the firmness slapping rather than flopping between his legs as he showed off. Her eyes stayed on that swaying length and bouncing sack even as her tail sank in. He was surprised to see her restraint as she only pushed in the last four inches or so of her tail.
Katana's gripping fist bumped against her cleft and she just ground her hips into it. She sat up a bit more to watch her lover better. He really was handsome, though different than the others from her clan. His long hair, so like hers, attracted her greatly, though her eyes were almost hypnotized by his swaying member. She'd seen a few males stare at females as they worked out, she had wondered why. With her tail pumping her sex, her eyes locked on her mate, she was sure she knew why at last.
Her legs clenched tightly, her blue skin flushed redder, and her mate was suddenly running forward to her. He gripped her wrists and pulled them away. He kissed her and pressed her hard to the bed. His cock jammed into her steamy needy womanhood. They both squeezed each other tightly sharing their renewed passion and stamina.
Brooklyn was out of breath, but Katana didn't mind. That made him last all the longer and take his time. She pushed her beak down to break the kiss and again amazed him by suckling his nipple. The gargoyle had noticed before how unexpected and exotic that was to her mate and he tensed just as he had before. His tense thrusts were wonderful things.
Brooklyn's hips jerked up as she suckled on him, his thrusts grew shorter and faster, his pelvis drug over hers. The close short pumps ground at her swollen clit so perfectly. She needed that as much as she needed him to seed her again.
Both gargoyles squirmed and grunted. Both groaned and stroked. Balls slapped inner thighs. Breasts scraped chest. Brooklyn and Katana both felt more at ease as they joined again. They didn't feel the need to be rough again. Their love making went on in spurts and pants the rest of the morning. Katana knew she'd chosen the right mate. Brooklyn was happy to agree with her as he slammed his hips in and felt her cumming hard around him. He loved feeling her cum first. It made it so much better when he he finally seeded her again. Coming down from his blissful high and seeing her hot and panting and waiting for him to start again.
The night in the castle passed much to quickly, and they took a break for the final hour to take Fu-Dog for a brief walk. They spent the day high on the turrets out of human reach, then spent a second night in each other's arms. Their beast left them alone, reluctantly, but when it was finally time to go, he felt their happiness and relaxation and didn't make too much of a fuss.
Brooklyn and Katana walked out hand in hand, their weapons and clothing repaired and cared for. The phoenix gate opened to take them where they needed to be, as it always did, and they were grateful for the freedom it had given them for their first mating. A beautiful setting with complete privacy and pleasant comforts.
Brooklyn slipped an arm around his mate's shoulders just above her wing joints, being careful of her sword. He stiffened a moment later when her hand dipped under his tail and teased his tight ass. The red gargoyle was still a bit embarrassed about her playing with it so much the second day, but it had felt too good to refuse after a while. They turned and kissed before stepping through the phoenix gate, with Fu-Dog's tail held tightly in Brooklyn's free hand so as not to be left behind.