Hello my dear readers! Since it’s so close to Halloween, I thought I’d talk about the sexy Gargoyle in my paranormal erotica story, The Power of Three. Gargoyles have been used since medieval times, not only to convey water from cathedrals, but also to frighten the faithful into attending the religious services in the buildings below.
The gargoyle in The Power of Three is much different. Not only is it the kind you would find in a garden, or in your home, but it is also a vessel for the spirit of Oscar, a man cursed by a sorceress to live away from his world, trapped in the statues.
Oscar longs to break free of the stones ornaments, but also yearns to join in the bedroom activities of the young couple who own the gargoyles he’s confined to. One night, while the couple are making love, they knock the statue off the headboard and free Oscar. Not only are they stunned to find a strange man in their bedroom, they are left speechless by his request for a ménage that could possibly send him back to his own world. Will they agree? Will Oscar ever get home?
Where did this idea come from? I was joking around with a good friend of mine who collects gargoyles. I dared to ask the question, what if, and the story idea developed. Through many rounds of revisions, the story developed into what it is today.
So, the next time you see a gargoyle, ask yourself, could there really be someone trapped inside, waiting to be set free?
The Power of Three
F/M/M paranormal erotica
Oscar groaned as Delayna rubbed her husband’s ass, her signature move in seducing him. Even though Bo feigned sleep, the man’s twitching foot gave him away. Next, she would reach around to grasp his cock, and Oscar held his breath in anticipation of the move.
As her hand rode up Bo’s shaft, Oscar closed his eyes, imagining her fingers tightening ever so gently on him. Just enough to amplify his need. She dragged her thumb up the vein on the underside of his dick. Oh yeah. And then back down. If only….
He didn’t have to worry about going hard; the body he occupied was already made of stone.
The gargoyle statues around Delayna’s house and yard provided several bodies for him to occupy. He moved in spirit from figure to figure, watching her every day, hoping to eventually feel her touch, and Bo’s, too. He watched from the headboard tonight, waiting for the day he’d finally be set free.
She didn’t waste any time with foreplay. No, she’d already fingered herself to orgasm before involving her husband. Even with her small frame, she managed to flip Bo onto his back. She draped her leg across him, straddling his waist, and then eased with a sigh onto his fully engorged pole. Swaying her hips, she ground against him.
“That’s it, Del. Ride me like a fuckin’ cowboy.”
Oh, to be in Bo’s place. But tasting, savoring both of them would be even better. He yearned to stick his dick in someone’s empty mouth or ass. Flesh slapped against flesh. The musky scent of sex wafted into his nostrils, as if he was home with his own lovers.
Shit! Even though he remained as stone, desire rushed through what was left of him, centering in his non-existent groin. He craved a real body so he could stroke himself, get off somehow, and release all his sexual frustration, built up since he’d been cursed to this form, to this place.
Delayna rode Bo harder and harder, making the headboard shake. The banging inched Oscar closer to the edge. The heart he no longer possessed sped up. What would happen if he fell off, broke? Would he return to his world, or would his life be over?
His stone feet teetered on the edge.
“Oh, God, Bo, I’m so close.”
He wanted to revel in her upcoming orgasm, to imagine her pussy squeezing his tool, but he worried too much about his own end. With one final thrust, the headboard slammed the wall and he tumbled off, hitting Bo’s forehead with a thwack then fell to the ground.
Bo hollered, shoved Delayna off him then grabbed Oscar from the floor. “Goddammit. Now I’m going to have a goose egg from a fuckin’ gargoyle.”
Climbing off the bed, she reached for him, but Bo held him high in the air, out of her reach.
“I’m so sorry. Give him here, please.”
A mix of emotions washed across her face, ending with a frown. Was she worried about him or Bo? She reached up for him again, rubbing her sweaty, naked body against her husband’s bare chest.
Oscar forgot his predicament. He longed to be pressed between them, sucking on her perky tits or groping Bo’s big rod. Just a little lower.
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About Jessica E. Subject:
Jessica E. Subject is the author of contemporary and science fiction romance, ranging from sweet to erotica. In her stories, you could meet clones, or a sexy alien or two. You may even be transported to another planet for a romantic rendezvous.
When Jessica isn't reading, writing, or doing dreaded housework, she likes to get out and walk. Fast. But she just may slow down if there is a waterfall nearby.
Jessica lives in Ontario, Canada with her husband and two energetic children. And she loves to hear from her readers. You can find her at jessicasubject.com and on Twitter @jsubject.