A Stone Heart: The Finale

Thank you all for coming along on the ride. I hope you enjoyed the story as much as I liked writing it.

Now, Huey has one more surprise for Dex, and it’s gonna knock his socks off.

Finale, one year later

 

“Dexter, are you looking at my ass again?”

“Don’t talk, you’re ruining the moment.”

He shook his head and went back to puttering in the garden. I sat in the chaise, watching him and sipping an iced tea that he’d made for me.

It had been a wild year for us. The Academy formed a tribunal and they found Lake and his parents guilty of murder and a whole host of other atrocities against magical creatures. They put them in a prison, where they were to remain for life. Strangely they found all three of them dead one day, their lungs collapsed, their bodies torn apart and frozen solid.

Everyone looked at John, Trevor, and Hudd, but I assured the powers that be they were with me and Huey. Were they really? Who can say? All I knew for certain was the bastards had fucked with their minds, and if the guys decided to get a little payback? Well…

I kept my promise and went back to the academy for training under Proctor—now Dean—Mand. Lake was a fucking poser. He had no idea what he was doing. He thought magic was the be all and end all, and he had no clue to the truth of what magic really was. Mand showed me how those of us who had magic were an integral part of the world around us. We affected weather patterns, plant life, animal life, and more. In turn, those things affected us.

That’s what Huey did to me. He affected me in a way no one ever saw coming. In truth, he probably prevented me from destroying a city or something. He was taking classes with me now, too. Mand was teaching him how best to deal with my…increasing powers. Mand said he wouldn’t even guess at my upper limits, but he was certain that with training, Huey and I would be able to keep a lid on them.

As for Huey and me? Well, we found a way to siphon off my excess magic quite handily.

“Huey?”

He groaned and dropped the trowel. “Again? I’m never going to get these flowers planted in time for the wedding.”

“Don’t worry. Mom said she’ll make sure our garden is the best in the world. Besides, I need you now.”

Mom and Dad had come around in a big way. They supported us both, and took great pains to let us know how sorry they were. Though I was still a little hurt by what they did, being with Huey made that pain less and less. And speaking of my future husband…

He stood and brushed the dirt from his knees, then turned and graced me with the most beautiful smile ever. Of course, all his smiles were.

“Let’s go. I want to get the back forty plowed too,” he joked.

“There’s only one thing you should be concerned about plowing,” I shot back.

His smile softened. “Don’t worry, sunshine, I’ve got plenty of seed to plant in that particular field.”

He held out his hand and I slipped mine into his. He pulled me up and into his arms.

“I love you so much, Dexter.”

“Love you too, big guy.”

He grinned and lifted me off my feet, cradling me in his arms. It felt right, me being with him, and I couldn’t imagine my life without him. He carried me through the house Mand had built for us in Nevada. Made with renewable woods, a ton of hemp, and even something Mom and Dad whipped up that simulated glass, but was totally 100% natural. It was huge, but left an almost zero carbon footprint, which made me happy. And making me happy made Huey ecstatic.

He pushed the door to the bedroom open with his foot and strode across the room.

“God you’re beautiful.” His eyes shined. “How did I get so lucky?”

Oh, Huey was very good for my ego. There wasn’t a day that went by where I didn’t get a gift or receive a compliment. When my cheeks heated and I told him to stop, he swore to me that would never happen.

“What are you thinking about, Dex?”

“You. It’s always you.”

That made him smile, which grew impossibly larger as we stepped out of our clothes. Once we were both naked, and I gazed at the body I loved in all the forms, I positioned myself on the bed, with Huey following and covering me with his larger frame.

He leaned down and pressed our lips together. I opened for him, wanting him to take charge like he always did. His tongue swept inside my mouth and I moaned, which made Huey chuckle. He loved how responsive I was to his touch. He broke the kiss and moved to my neck, which was already a cascade of pale flesh and bright hickeys.

“I’m going to run out of room here soon,” he warned me.

“There are other places you can use,” I said. I didn’t care where he touched me. I loved his hands, his mouth, his cock. It all showed me every day who I belonged with. Not to, never to. I once moaned that I belonged to Huey, and he stopped mid-thrust, holding me by my hips, staring into my eyes, and telling me I was my own man, and he didn’t own me. We had a long conversation about what sexy talk meant, but I still never used the phrase again.

Huey reached up with both hands and put them on my nipples. He was endlessly fascinated by the way they puffed up if he squeezed them, and they became one of his favorite things to play with during sex.

When he gave a sharp squeeze to my left nip, I squeaked and glared at him. “Dude!”

He grinned, that lazy, sexy one that did funny things to my body. “Your mind isn’t on us. I need you here, with me, where you belong.”

He was right, of course. I had a tendency to let my mind wander, and that wasn’t fair to Huey.

“Sorry.”

He gave me a peck on the lips. “We don’t have to do this now. We can—”

“We can shut up and get back to work.” I was horny as hell, and needed him to scratch that itch. It was funny, but I couldn’t get enough of Huey, even when it was to the point where I was aching, I still wanted more.

Huey made his way down my stomach, stopping to swirl his tongue in my belly button. He reached up with one hand and slid it over my shaft. I shivered with anticipation. Huey chuckled softly, but kept doing all those things he did that brought apart at the seams.

“You’re so perfect, Dex.”

Before I could reply, he opened his mouth and took me into it. Now I admit, I wasn’t a big guy in any way, but that never mattered to Huey. He appreciated my body—fucking loved my body. I admit, he made me feel like I mattered, which had been missing from anyone but my parents for pretty much ever.

When he swirled his tongue over the head of my cock, dipping into the slit, I arched my back, pressing deeper into his mouth. Pretty much every thought went out of my head except the pleasure he was bringing me. He pulled off and grinned.

“Oh, good. You’re back. I was afraid I’d lost you there. Now, sit back, shut up, and let me drive.”

I saluted. “You got it, boss.”

He shook his head, his grin impossibly wide. “You’re a nut bar.”

With one hand Huey cupped my balls, with the other he stroked my shaft. I moaned, because damn, that felt so fucking good.

“Huey, please. Suck me?”

He didn’t reply, but a moment later I was engulfed in his warmth again.

“Fuck, yes.”

I grabbed the back of his head and held him as I thrust up into his mouth. Imagine my surprise when a lubed finger breached my ass, working in deep. I might have cried out. Shit, I probably screamed. Huey ignored it all and kept sucking. He’d never done this before, and it was driving me up the wall. He kept twisting his finger, touching my prostate, and humming around my cock.

“Huey!” God, was that my voice? “Goddamn, I need you in me.”

He pulled off with a pop. “Oh, is that what you wanted? What am I to you? A piece of meat?”

“I’m vegan, asshole. Now fuck me or else.”

He snickered. “Or else what, Dexter? C’mon, tell me.”

I growled. “Or else I’m going to put you on your back and use you like a sex toy.”

“Oh, I quite like the way that sounds. Do it.”

Bastard. I loved it when he got playful, but hated it when he used it against horny me. I reached out with my magic, taking hold of his body. I lifted him up into the air, flipped him over, and plopped him down onto the bed. Since I was already lubed, I straddled him and grabbed his cock, placing it against my hole.

“You’re getting better at control, aren’t you?”

“Shut up. Sex toys don’t talk. If anything, you can lay there and buzz.”

He grinned, but said nothing as he folded his arms behind his head, his gaze locked on me. I notched his dick against my hole and started the slow descent. No matter how much he stretched me, it was never going to be enough. Huey was a big boy, and I loved every inch of him.

“You look amazing taking me in like that.”

I chewed my lip at the slight bit of pain. It was easier now than our first time—and a lot less crying—but there was still that ‘holy shit, why am I sitting on a baseball bat’ disconnect between my brain and ass. Once he was finally balls deep in me, I breathed out a huff.

“You doing okay, Dex?”

I could hear the worry in his voice, just like always. It was good, but not necessary. “Buzz, buzz.”

That made him laugh, which vibrated his cock inside me. Damn, I’d have to be funny more often. I put my hands on his chest and lifted my ass up with a groan. As I slid back down, I threw my head back. Fuck, this was the best part.

“Sorry about this, but I got seeds to plant.”

He grabbed my hips and thrust up into me, the slap of skin loud in the room. Yeah, I knew he’d eventually take over. With Huey’s strength, it wasn’t hard for him to pick me up and bring me down while he slammed home. It rattled my body in the best way. His grunts were music to my ears, but the best part was when he lifted me off him completely, and did a twirl which put me on my back and him atop me.

“I’m sorry, Dex.”

“Shut up. I was hoping you’d do it.”

With that, he slammed back home. Oh, fuck yeah. He grabbed my hips and jammed his cock deep into me. Seeing Huey lose control was a thing of sheer beauty. The one thing that would never change? He watched me like a hawk. If I showed any sign of discomfort, he would stop immediately. If it wasn’t good for both of us, it wasn’t good for either.

“You’ve fucked harder than that. Getting old?”

His lips quirked up and he pushed forward hard enough my head hit the wall with a solid thump.

“Anything else to say?” he asked, drawing out slightly.

“Best you got?”

“You’re bratty today. I kinda dig it.”

He started again, withdrawing slightly, then slamming home. The more he went, the farther he withdrew until just the head was inside me. He put a hand on my chest and ran a thumb over my nipple, which caused me to yowl.

Fuck, I loved this man. He was, quite literally, made for me, and I was grateful to the gods who’d given him to me.

“Gonna cum, Dex. Where you want it today?”

“Inside me.”

“My favorite. Love seeing you drip with me,” he said, wrapping a fist around my dick and jacking hard.

The image was enough to push me over the edge. I spurted over his hand, onto my stomach, and a few drops onto my chest. When Huey came he grunted repeatedly, as he always did, but then he groaned. After he was drained, he slumped over, his head resting on my chest, his breathing labored.

“Think that’ll hold you until I get the garden done?”

“Psh, please. You’re lucky if it’s going to last me an hour.”

He lifted his head and grinned at me. “I was hoping you’d say that. What do you say we cuddle up together and take a nap?”

“Uh, I’m covered in jizz. Don’t you think we should take a shower first?”

He reached up and ran his fingers through my newly auburn hair. “Nah, I like you this way. Besides, if there’s anyone I want to be stuck with, it’s you, my Dexter.”

A cracking noise, like stone breaking, filled the room.

Huey’s eyes widened as the sound grew louder. “Dex?”

“I’m not doing anything.”

Huey arched his back. “What’s happening to me?”

I put my hands on his shoulders. “I’m here, it’s okay.”

He cried out as two nubs pushed out of his back, which then unfurled into enormous stone wings.

“What the fuck?”

Huey jumped off the bed, and tried to look over his shoulder to get a full view of his back.

I was shocked, but with my abilities I had to maintain calm. “It’s fine, Huey. We’ll figure it out.” I wasn’t worried at all. The wings made him look even more incredible, and I knew they had to have come in for a reason, but that was something we’d need to worry about later. “For now, come back and get into bed.”

“But—”

“Gargoyles were protectors. Your innate desire is to watch over me, so maybe those are what you think you need.” I reached for him and he took my hand. “Whatever it is, we’re going to figure it out together. Now get some rest, okay?”

“But—”

“Huey… I love you and you love me. Do you honestly think there’s anything we can’t face as long as we’re together?”

He bit his lip. “Well, no.”

“Then trust me, we’re going to figure out why you got wings.”

The grin I got soothed my heart. I wasn’t worried about his wings. His body was bound to undergo changes as he settled into his role as my protector. Though I did wonder what the reason was he thought he needed them. That question was for another day. I was tired, and I needed Huey. I waggled my fingers and he crawled onto the bed.

My heart thumped as he lay down beside me, and dragged me against his body. It wasn’t long before he began snoring. It was only a moment after that his new wings curled over us, a protective layer between us and the world out there.

I lay there, listening to him, and my thoughts turned to my life. What it was, what it is, and what it’s going to be. Every step of the way, Huey is there, protecting me. Guiding me. Loving me.

I rolled over and looked into his face. He retained his craggy features, and I knew if danger threatened, he’d probably revert to his stone form to match the wings. Either way, I knew I would never be safer than with the man who everyone thought had a stone heart.