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Gargoyle Lawrence
The princess ripped my shirt off and ran her hands up my chest. Her skin slid so softly against my rough hide. Her mouth, wet and pink, tasted of sweetness and light, and yet I could sense the need to do things good princesses didn't do beneath. I pushed her robe off her shoulders. Yes, I could have ripped it to shreds with my claws, that and the silly thing she wore underneath, both clothing and not-clothing—what was the point?
Obviously, its purpose was to drive me wild, giving me glimpses of her pale, peaches and cream skin between threads, which taunted me with what they hid. When she straddled me, the gown rode up, and I ran my hand up her leg to her bottom. Having her so near engorged my c**k, which stood harder and more ready than ever before. I'd never had s
