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
Cursed to live amongst several stone gargoyle statues, Oscar watches a
young couple, yearning to participate in their sexual activities. For he has
been away from his own lovers for over a year, and longs to touch and be
touched again.
When he tumbles off the headboard onto the couple, he is released from
the statue but must find a way home. His only thought: a ménage with the man
and woman who freed him. But will they try something new to grant him his
return passage, or leave him wandering Earth alone?
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Enjoy an excerpt:
(Caution! Graphic sex)
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.
Fuck!
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.
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