Bryce laughed. “A gargoyle?”
“That’s right,” I said, nodding. “We invented the gargoyle. It was meant to scare attackers. I guess they were superstitious.”
The wall was at least five feet wide, and the gargoyle stood in the center of the wall.
She leaned forward, trying to look over the edge. “Thanks for bringing me up here,” she said. “Honestly. This is amazing.”
“I’m just happy the weather is nice. It’s usually raining this time of year. But apparently you make Stehen more beautiful.”
She looked back at me, smiling. “What a bad line.”
“I’m the king. I order you to be flattered.”
She turned to face me, her palms on the stone. “I’m flattered then.”
I stepped closer to her, my heart beating fast. I took her hips and lifted her up until she was sitting on the wall with her back to the gargoyle. She bit her lip as I pressed my lips against her ear.
“Don’t worry,” I said. “You’re nowhere near the edge. The gargoyle here will keep you safe.”
“What about you? Will you keep me safe?”
“Always,” I said. “Until I decide you need a little danger, and then I’ll give you exactly what you need.”
I kissed her hard and she didn’t resist. Her lips were soft and delicious as our tongues touched and I wrapped my fingers through her hair. She spread her legs open and I pushed myself against her, feeling her heat against my stomach.
I kissed her hard, knowing that this was exactly what I’d been needing for too damn long. There was nobody to interrupt us and only the whole city of Stehen spread out before us, though nobody down below could see up at us.
She tipped her head back and steadied herself with her hands, her back against the gargoyle, as I kissed her neck. My hands roamed slowly up her thighs until I found her soaking pussy, her panties drenched through already.
“So fucking wet,” I said. “I knew you’d be dripping, you dirty fucking girl.”
“Only for you,” she said.
I began to rub her clit, working her in soft circles over her wet panties as I kissed her. She moaned into my mouth, and my cock was hard as hell, straining against my pants.
I needed her. I’d waited so damn long, and I wasn’t waiting another second. I grabbed her hips and tipped them forward to pull her dress up. She gasped as I pulled her panties off, sliding them down her skin. She bit her lip as I tossed them off the edge of the wall.
“Trip!” she gasped.
“Whoops,” I said.
“I needed those.”
I spread her legs wide and slowly rubbed her clit with my fingers. “No, you didn’t.”
“Shit,” she gasped. “You can’t throw my panties off the castle.”
“I can and I did. Any complaints?” I pressed my fingers deep inside her soaking wet pussy.
“Oh, you asshole,” she moaned, but it was far too late for that. I began to fuck her pussy with my fingers, kissing her mouth and working her.
She moaned into my lips as I worked her pussy, fucking her and then rubbing her clit. I spread her legs wider, pushing her back against the gargoyle. She groaned as I kissed her neck, working her pussy, fucking her deep with my fingers.
“I need to fucking taste you,” I said. “Fuck, Bryce.”
“Right here?” she gasped.
I didn’t wait. I pulled back and spread her legs wide, pressing my lips against her soaking clit.
I began to suck and lick her, loving every second of it. Bryce tasted fucking incredible, and I loved the way she reacted to me. Her hands instantly pressed into my hair, gripping hard as I sucked that clit, working her with my tongue.
“Oh my god, Trip,” she moaned. “Oh my god. Maybe this is dangerous.”
“It’s dangerous,” I said, “but not for the reason you think.” I pressed my fingers deep inside her, grinning.
“Oh god,” she moaned, her eyes locking onto mine.
I went back to work, my tongue rolling expertly along her clit as my fingers pressed inside her. I wanted her so badly, wanted to make her body feel things she’d never felt before. I worked that clit, loving the taste, not afraid to lick every inch of her.
I pulled my fingers out and rolled my tongue down along her full length. I licked every inch, low to high, loving her taste and the way she reacted to me. She was trying not to moan too loudly, but she clearly couldn’t help herself.
It didn’t matter. Any noises she made would be lost in the wind. We were so high up, high above the greatest city in the world, high above my city. Everything beneath us was mine, but the only thing I really wanted was Bryce’s dripping wet pussy.