I'll Cover You

Psst...See if you can spot the Harry Potter reference!

A few nights later...

Jophiel fairly dragged Aindreas by the arm into the castle library. "What's so important that you had drag me from checking my rabbit traps to show me?" asked Aindreas.

"It's a book I found in here." Jophiel searched the tomes.

"I always thought Angela and Raphaela were the resident bookworms."

"Wouldn't kill you to open one every once and a while." Jophiel found what he was looking for. "Here it is!" He showed Aindreas the book.

"/The Karma Sutra of Gargoyles/." Aindreas read the title. "What's 'Karma Sutra' mean?"

Jophiel smiled. "Why don't I show you?" He opened the book for Aindreas, revealing page after page of illustrations of gargoyles in various sexual positions. Aindreas' eyes popped open at the sight.

"Jophiel! These gargoyles are...."

"There's a section here for, well, gargoyles like us!" Jophiel flipped to a chapter devoted to illustrations of male gargoyles pleasuring each other. "Did you know you could do it while airborne? That sounds fun."

"Jophiel, what's that one doing to that one?" Aindreas pointed to an illustration of a gargoyle inserting his penis into the anus of another male gargoyle. Both seemed to be enjoying themselves.

"You can read, can't you?"

Aindreas read the text next to the illustration, stumbling over the words he wan't familiar with. "Anal penetration can be an enjoyable act for gargoyles of any gender preference, but the presence of the pro-prostate gland can make the act a favorite for hom-homosexual males, though het-heterosexual males may find pleasure from a dil-dildo. Jophiel, I don't know what some of these words mean!"

"Well, I'm still a bit fuzzy on what exactly a prostate gland is." Jophiel admitted. "But, according to the glossary in the back, a dildo is an artificial penis, usually carved from wood and covered in leather but other materials are used. A heterosexual is someone who desires the opposite sex and a homosexual is someone who desires their own sex. Like us."

"Oh. There's a word for it?"

"Yes. We're homosexual. keep reading."

Aindreas continued reading. "In any case, great care must be used in taking part in this act as anal tissue is quite delicate. As with humans, both parties must abstain should they have any sores or lesions in their nether parts. It is advised that the receiver adjust his tail in a manner most comfortable to himself. In the congress of the sex act, the receiver can use his tail to caress and embrace the giver. Before penetration, the giver must prepare his receiver by lu-lu-bri-ca-ting the receiver's anus and/or his penis with a generous amount of oil. Olive oil is preferable, but anything slick without stinging properties will suffice. In the heat of passion, some will be tempted to resort to saliva. However, as it evaporates quickly, this is not a recomended procedure. Jophiel, would you like to do this?"

"Well, if you would." Jophiel caressed Aindreas' arm.

Aindreas felt his face grow hot. He imagined how it would feel to have Jophiel plunge into him. He imagined how it would feel to plunge into Jophiel. He was getting hard just thinking of it. "Well, would you be the giver or receiver?"

Jophiel's cheeks went a hot violet color. "I-I could do either!" he admitted. "Just joining myself with you would be so good. Keep reading."

"Great care must be taken when deflowering a virgin." Aindreas read. "Though the anal passage has no hymen to puncture, the sensation can be uncomfortable at best for the uninitiated. Foreplay, proper anointment and slow, gentle movements are the key to giving a virgin as pleasurable an experience as possible. There's illustrations here on how to oil up the anus!" There were indeed cross section illustrations showing a gargoyle hand preparing a gargoyle anus. "Great care must be taken with talons so as not to injure the receiving partner. Motions must be smooth and slow and fingers must be kept straight at all times so as not to scratch the tissue. One finger can be inserted to rotate around (figure A) thereby coating the walls with previously applied oil. Should the receiver be able to handle two fingers, a good opening maneuver is the scissors motion (figure B), not to be confused with the scissors position illustrated in the previous chapter on lesbianism. Inserting a third finger (figure C) is recommended only for more experienced receivers."

"I don't see why you need all these books, Raphaela." they heard Angela grunt.

"Come off it, Angela." they heard another sister say. "You go through more books than I do." Aindreas and Jophiel looked for an escape to find none. the only way out of the shelves was to walk right in the path of their coming sisters.

"I like books about adventure in far off places." Angela grunted. "Not these heavy things! /Gargoyle Anatomy/, /Moste Potent Potions/, /The Herbologist's Guide to Avalon/, and.../How to Perform Vivisection Without Really Trying/? Raphaela, what do you plan on doing with these?"

"Well, I...oh, hello, Aindreas. Hello, Jophiel." They were greeted by Raphaela, a pale blue female with pale blonde hair done up in a high pony tail and a slender horn growing from each temple.

"Uh, hi, Raphaela! Hi, Angela!" Jophiel said nervously as Aindreas tried to furtively put the book back on the shelves.

"What were you reading?" Raphaela asked.

"Nothing!" said Aindreas. "We weren't reading anything!"

"Of course." Raphaela said with an eye roll as she approached the shelf where she had seen Aindreas put the book. "People often come to libraries not to read."

"True." said Angela. "Some people come here just to carry books."

Raphaela picked up the book and read the title as her brothers wished they could disappear. "/The Karma Sutra of Gargoyles/. Might prove useful." She added the book to the pile Angela was carrying, making her groan under the strain.

"What do you need that for?" Angela asked.

"I have questions that need answering, Angela." Raphaela answered. "Ophelia's case brought up one hypothesis that's been bothering me. If we all heal during the day, does that also apply to the hymen? If so, that means every female gargoyle is a perpetual virgin! I don't fancy that much, do you?"

"Raphaela," sighed Angela. "Why don't you just ask Ophelia? I'm sure she and Gabriel have been at it more than once by now."

"She's been rather closed mouthed about that issue." said Raphaela. "Threatened me with fisticuffs if I ever bothered her about it again."

"Piercings don't heal over." Aindreas pointed out.

"You could see if Ophelia still attracts unicorns." Jophiel suggested.

"Good suggestions." said Raphaela. "But, the question on gargoyle virginity takes second in priority compared to my quest to perfect my healing potion."

"I still think what you do to those poor mice is cruel!" said Angela.

"Angela," Raphael sighed. "Cruel would be experimenting on a gargoyle or a human. And I'd probably have my tail in a sling if I did anything to one of the beasts. This is for the good of everyone."

"I dunno." Aindreas interjected. "We were scraping mouse guts off the ceiling after your last experiment."

"I wanted to see what an injection of my healing potion directly into the blood stream would do." Raphaela said defensively. "How was I supposed to know it would make the mouse explode? I wish there was someway to better examine those green and purple fruits. Their juice is the main component of my potion. If there was just some way to get a better look at it, if I could make it bigger, or myself smaller...."

"Don't even think about that, Raphaela." said Aindreas. "Remember what became of Ariel's pet parrot after Tuwahel tried a size changing spell on it?"

"Yeah," said Jophiel. "We were cleaning up feathers for weeks!"

"Be as it may," said Raphaela. "I need to perfect this healing potion. Those fruits grow on the far side of the island and go rotten three days after harvest, so stockpiling is out of the question. The saplings Camaela transplanted seem to be doing well."

"How long before they bear fruit?" asked Aindreas.

"How should I know? I'm a healer, not a botanist." Raphaela noticed another book. "/The Care and Keeping of Young Fruit Trees/." she read. "Could be useful. Carry this for me, Angela?" She added yet another book to the stack.

"Raphaela, I'm a cook, not a book trolley!" Angela complained as Raphaela led her away.

"C'mon." Jophiel whispered to Aindreas. "I know where some olive oil is!"

The food supplies for the Avalon Clan were kept in either the kitchen cupboard or the cellar. Olive oil kept better if it was cool and away from light, so it was kept in the cellar in a clay bottle capped with a cork. Jophiel grinned as he showed it to Aindreas. Aindreas took his hand and the two ran out into the woods behind the castle together. After a long run together, Jophiel panted out "Hey...I think we're alone now." He looked up at the moonlight flitting through the tree limbs. "Full moon." he commented.

"Won't last long." Aindreas reminded him. Aindreas kissed his lover. "Let's get to it!" He eagerly undid his loincloth. Jophiel undressed and contemplated the bottle.

"So, um, which of us should...you know, be the receiver?"

Aindreas steeled himself with a deep breath and said "I'll do it."

"Really?"

"Yeah. I-I want you in me, Jophiel." The confession turned Aindreas' cheeks an odd pinkish-green. Aindreas dropped to his hands and knees and lifted his tail. "Do it."

Jophiel knelt by Aindreas and gently kissed his lips. "I love you so much, Aindreas." He ran hands over Aindreas' arms, shoulders and back. "Let me show you how much I love you." Aindreas gasped as Jophiel's hands caressed his wing membranes. He shivered as his sides, stomach and thighs were lovingly stroked. He gave a groan as his balls and penis were lightly touched. Then, nothing.

"Jophiel?" Aindreas asked.

"Hold on a minute, I'm enjoying the view."

"My ass can't be that amazing!"

A hand lovingly touched Aindreas just under his tail. "Oh, but it is!" Jophiel said reverently. "It's your ass, presented just for me." Aindreas started as he felt feathery light kisses on the base of his tail and buttocks. The kisses fell closer to his opening. He shouted as Jophiel slipped a bit of his tongue inside him. "Careful." Jophiel said teasingly. We're pretty far from the castle, but someone could still hear you if you screamed loud enough." Jophiel picked up the bottle. "Aindreas, you know I love you, right?" Jophiel asked as he stroked himself, coating his member with oil. "You know I'd never do anything to hurt you, right?" /Stop before you cum before you're inside him./

"Uh-huh." Aindreas grunted.

Jophiel put a little extra oil on his fingers. "If it hurts so bad you can't stand it, tell me, alright?" Aindreas nodded. "Here we go. One finger." Aindreas gasped a bit as a slick, straight finger slowly probed inside him. It wasn't painful, just...strange. The finger started to rotate, smoothing oil over the walls of Aindreas' passage. Aindreas felt heat spread all through him. He hummed his pleasure and pressed back. "You like that?" Aindreas could only nod. The finger tickled his insides. Then, they touched a spot that made fire shoot through Aindreas' blood and made his cock jump. Jophiel couldn't help but notice the shuddering and moaning. "Ah, I found the prostate!" he said proudly. "Think you could take two fingers, love? The two of them together aren't as thick as my cock."

Aindreas decided quickly that if he was to take Jophiel inside him, he's better start with fingers. "Alright. Just...just go slow."

The one finger was removed and two fingers slowly inched into Aindreas' body. He gasped as his passage was expanded. "Does it hurt?" Aindreas shook his head. This was bearable. He could take it. The fingers spread, stretching him. Aindreas quivered at the sensation. /This isn't so bad./ Aindreas told himself. /It's not as bad as that time Uriel tricked me into eating those peppers and I spent all night on the...no, I'd better not think about that./ The fingers were slickly moving in and out of him. They brushed against that special spot inside him again. "I don't think you're ready for all three." said Jophiel. "But I think you're ready for my cock! At least," Jophiel laughed. "My cock is ready for you! Do you want it, Aindreas? Do you want me to fuck that beautiful ass?"

Jophiel's words and tone were making Aindreas hot. "Do it, Jophiel, please! Make love to me!" Something warm that was both hard and soft was placed on his opening.

"Alright, the book said you need to take a deep breath and let it out." Aindreas took a deep breath and let it out. "Keep doing it." Aindreas took deep breaths. On each exhale, the member slowly inched inside. Aindreas felt like he was burning up from the inside. The member had been slid in to the hilt. Aindreas felt a cramping fullness that had surely stretched him to the limits. For a moment he was sure he was going to split in two. /This is Jophiel./ Aindreas reminded himself. /He's my lover. My mate. He's here to pleasure me./ That thought made the pain morph into something bearable. It was still hot and Aindreas' nerves were singing. Aindreas caressed one of the hands on his shoulders.

"Aindreas!" Jophiel cried out. "Oh, you are so tight! And it feels great! How are you doing?"

"I'm good." Aindreas gasped.

"Not hurting you, am I?"

Aindreas wrapped his tail around Jophiel's waist. Jophiel giggled as the tip of the tail tickled his stomach. "No." said Aindreas. "I'm good. I might feel better if you started to move. Please, Jophiel? Please fuck me?"

"Well, since you ask nicely...." Aindreas felt a bit empty as the penis started to slide out. Then it was swiftly thrust back in, making Aindreas gasp in pleasure. The next thrust his his prostate and made him shout. The third one made Aindreas thrust his hips, trying to keep in time with Jophiel's thrusts.

Jophiel felt like he was flying as he thrust himself in and out of that tight, hot passage. He was being squeezed by that hot, beautiful body. "Aindreas, my Aindreas." he murmured as he leaned forward and hugged Aindreas' waist. Jophiel kissed the back of Aindreas' neck and shoulders. He let a hand stray down to stroke Aindreas' cock. "You're leaking." he whispered, coating the member with the hot fluid. Jophiel embraced Aindreas with one arm and used his free hand to grip and stroke Aindreas' cock.

Aindreas gave a scream as his orgasm claimed him. He collapsed as the blood left his brain. He felt a hot splash inside him just before he blacked out.

When Aindreas came to, he was wrapped in a cocoon of warm flesh. He nuzzled Jophiel's chest, feeling the rhythm of his lover's breath and heartbeat. A hand wove into his hair and lips kissed him just between the horns. "You fainted." Jophiel said with a chuckle. "I didn't hurt you, did I?"

Aindreas hugged his lover. "Never! It was...it was...Jophiel, I've never felt anything like that! It was so good!"

"I was afraid you might bleed, like Ophelia did. But, I checked. You're fine."

Aindreas sighed happily and listened to Jophiel's heart beat and enjoyed the feeling of being surrounded by big, blue wings. Even as the moon began to wane, Aindreas could still admire the beautiful, smooth blue skin. "Jophiel? One time, when I was little, I asked Katherine what color the sky was during the day. She said 'Och, 'tis a bonnie blue color.'" Jophiel laughed at Aindreas' impression of the princess. "I wonder if it's the same color you are."

Jophiel smiled. "Tom told me that clouds in the daytime are bright white, like my hair. He also said the sun was this big, golden, glowing ball that would get brighter and brighter as the day went on until it was so bright it hurt to look at it." He cuddled Aindreas closer. "But, as beautiful as that all sounds, it couldn't possibly compare to you."

"You think I'm beautiful?"

"I'd love to sculpt you some time. Not in marble, like that bust I made of Katherine. I think malachite would work best for you. All those beautiful bands of green...." Jophiel lost himself to the muse in his mind.

"The moon's almost less than half full now.: Aindreas noticed after a while. "Maybe we better get home."

"Maybe." Jophiel kissed his love and they parted to get dressed. Aindreas winced a bit as he tried to stand up. "Twinge or two, love?" Jophiel asked as he picked up the bottle of oil. Together they walked back, Jophiel's free arm draped lovingly over Aindreas' shoulders. They stopped touching and tried to look casual as they walked in through the kitchen door, where they saw Angela searching the cupboards.

"It's not in the cellar, not in here." she muttered. "Where could it..." She turned to see her brothers enter. "There's that bottle of olive oil!" said Angela, taking it from Jophiel. "I need it to make some more bread. What were you two doing with it?"

"That's a very good question, Angela!" said Jophiel. "Aindreas, you tell her."

/Great! Fuck me twice in one night!/ "Well...we...ah...we thought maybe we could make the bread ourselves!" said Aindreas. "You work so hard trying to make food for us, Angela. We thought we might make the bread."

"Boys," Angela sighed. "You know I love you both. But I barely trust you to boil water! I don't need a repeat of last week's incident with the cheese souffle."

"Oh, yeah. Still sorry about that." said Jophiel. "Well, we'll just leave you to your bread making!" They were nearly out of the kitchen when Angela's voice stopped them in their tracks.

"Hold it right there!" They slowly turned to see Angela with her arms crossed with a disapproving scowl on her face. "I know what you've been up to." They gulped. "I know why you really outside with the oil! Don't think you can fool me!"

"Angela!" Jophiel smiled nervously. "I'm sure I don't understand what you're talking about!"

Angela was very cross with them. "You two should be ashamed! I suppose you two think that because Uriel is grounded that someone has to be the resident practical joker." Aindreas and Jophiel shared a look. Was she talking about something other than they thought. "Well, this joke isn't funny at all!"

"Uh, just what do you mean?" asked Aindreas.

"Oh, don't play dumb!" Angela wagged a finger at them as if they were naughty hatchlings. "You probably thought it would be funny to oil up the stone steps out back and see if someone tripped. Well, jokes aren't funny when someone really gets hurt!" She gave Jophiel a bucket. "Here's a bucket." She gave Aindreas a scrubbing brush. "Here's a brush." She broke a bit off a cake of soap and put it in the bucket. "There's some soap. You know where the well is. Get those steps scrubbed clean and I won't tell Katherine what you've been up to."

Jophiel and Aindreas shared a smile. "Well," said Aindreas. "We should've known better than to pull one over on Angela!"

"Yeah, she's too smart for us!" said Jophiel. "We better scrub up those steps before someone gets hurt!" They started out the door.

"Hang on!" said Angela. She sniffed the bottle. "Did this smell rancid to you? It smells a bit odd to me."

"Ah, it smelled fine." Jophiel said as he and Aindreas laughed.

"Maybe we shouldn't let her use that oil." Aindreas said as they approached the well. "I mean, who wants to eat bread made with something that's been up my butt?"

"The oil she's using wasn't up your butt!" Jophiel said, lowering the bucket into the well. "Besides, eggs are used for bread and they've been up a chicken's butt."

"Jophiel, you're awful!" Aindreas laughed. Together, they scrubbed the steps clean, though they didn't really need it.

That day, Aindreas dreamed he was gliding through a blue sky, suffused with the warmth of the sun, and of whispy white clouds floating by that bore the image of Jophiel's face.