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Flesh and Stone

Chapter 1: Nightly Rendezvous

A Gargoyles fanfiction

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned by JadeStyx

Note: Characters are © copyright Disney and are used without permission. Those wishing more information on the Gargoyles series and characters should see the Wikipedia page: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Gargoyles_(TV_series) or else the website of the queen of Gargoyles fanfiction, Christine Morgan: http://www.eskimo.com/~vecna/gargoyles_fanfic_master_list.html because she is more awesome than I will ever be.

It wasn't that often that Elisa Maza got a night to herself. Really to herself. As one of the rising stars of New York's finest, she put in a lot of hours. As the sole completely trustworthy human friend of the gargoyles, she put in even more. All told, it was a wonder that Elisa even found time to sleep.

Peeling off her red jacket, smirking slightly as she brushed a finger over the tiny hole in the fabric near her heart where she had almost been killed by a poison dart fired by Demona, only to have it barely stopped by her badge, Elisa hung it over her couch. Dressed now in only her black t-shirt and jeans, her shoes kicked off near the door when she'd come in, Elisa let herself stand there in the middle of her living room, her eyes closed, her face lifted upward. She was just relaxing, just breathing slow and deep. Sometimes she felt that those moments of breathing were what kept her sane in a world that she felt was increasingly insane. If it had ever been sane to begin with.

The lights dim, Elisa unbuttoned her jeans, bending at the waist to slide them down her strong, sleek-muscled brown legs. The shoulder holster she wore tapped against the side of her breast as she straightened once more, reaching for the clasp holding the leather harness to her body. After being shot by Broadway, one of her gargoyle friends, when he'd innocently been playing with her pistol, not realizing the danger of firearms, Elisa always made sure to keep her gun under close supervision, never more than a few feet from her person whenever possible.

Because she had been breathing through all of this, just breathing, her mind clear as she was undressing, there was nothing in Elisa's mind to blot out the nearly imperceptible hiss of the window to her apartment opening, and the soft tread of feet upon her carpet. Someone had been watching her undress. Now that somebody had decided to take things a step beyond simple voyeurism.

The holster dropping to the floor, Elisa spun, gun raised with both hands, legs spread, ready to disperse the recoil as much as possible. It was a smooth motion, practiced over and over again, made even more sure, more deadly, by Elisa's naturally calm nature. She wasn't the sort to panic, not ever, not even when confronted with beings straight out of strange fantasy or dark nightmare.

The snub-nosed muzzle nudged against a purple-skinned bare chest, broad and powerful. Elisa's eyes rose to those of the intruder into her room, and the gun began to lower.

"Sorry," said Elisa to the familiar, friendly face of the gargoyle standing there. "Guess my brain didn't go off duty when I did."

"You have been under a great deal of pressure, Elisa," said Goliath with the slightest of smirks, one vast hand catching both of Elisa's wrists with ease, raising them above her head. "I have been talking this matter over with the others, and we have all come to the same conclusion. We have also decided that something must be done about it, if we are to keep our greatest friend in this strange new world."

"What's that?" Elisa said with a smirk to answer Goliath's, her tone at once good-humored and challenging, with the slightest hint of tease, her fingertips lightly flipping the safety to the pistol on before Goliath deftly removed it from her hands and set it on the end table near the couch. "So now you and the others are my shrinks?"

"I do not know what a 'shrink' is," Goliath admitted with a light shrug, "but if it is someone who intends to help you relax, then yes, we are." Then he smiled, his teeth always surprisingly sharp, as seldom as Elisa had ever seen the lead gargoyle smile widely enough for them to be visible. "Or, more precisely, I am."

As he said these last words, Goliath drew Elisa closer to him, wrapping her trapped wrists around his neck. Suddenly aware that she was standing in her underwear and a t-shirt, pressed so very close to the tall, powerful, and strangely, savagely attractive creature she had gradually grown to love, Elisa flushed slightly, though she didn't lose her cool.

"Oh really?" she said with a light amount of teasing challenge, even as Goliath's powerful hands began to stroke her back, and then to grip her panty-clad bottom, lightly pricking the skin beneath the simple white cotton with his sharp talons. "And what do you plan on doing to make me relax?"

Goliath's smile widened into a grin as Elisa raised one leg, wrapping it around his waist, pressing her even closer against his body. He knew she could feel the rising hardness beneath his loincloth, and only barely suppressed a chuckle as she began to stroke herself against his length through their respective brief scraps of cloth or leather. Only when they were truly alone did Elisa ever allow herself to act like this. Only when they were truly alone did Goliath allow himself to be like this. When they didn't have to keep up their masks, she was a repressed and nearly insatiable sexual minx, and he was a good-humored, chronic romantic, ever eager to please the least whims of his lover. In truth, though Goliath had never mentioned it to either of his lovers, past and present, their sexual appetite was one of the traits that Elisa and Demona shared, though Elisa's desires were vastly more suppressed, part of her perpetually professional façade. Suppressed, that is, until she found someone that she could trust as deeply and completely as Goliath. Creature of instinct that he was, Goliath knew this about Elisa; had known it since the first time he had met her, and had caught her in his arms as she'd fallen from Xanatos' tower while backing away in shock at her first sight of a gargoyle.

Their kiss was a savage thing, uninhibited, unrestrained. Elisa's tongue teased against Goliath's sharp teeth as she ravished his mouth, pushing him back against the interior wall next to her bedroom door. Despite himself, despite knowing Elisa could take it, Goliath couldn't help but be a little hesitant at first, afraid of hurting her. Her skin was so soft, so warm beneath his hands, so unlike that of a she-gargoyle's hard, chill skin and scales. This hesitance, however, worked into Elisa's favor, because it meant that she was in complete control, at least for the time being.

Pushing Goliath back against the wall, her hands on his chest, Elisa broke their kiss, looking up at him with a smile that the marble-thewed male felt should surely have melted him to slag with its passionate intensity, its overwhelming, needy lust. Her hands went to Goliath's loincloth, deft fingers easily undoing the broad, black leather belt holding it up. A light tug, the soft rustle of leather falling to the floor, and Goliath's hard, swollen, uncircumcised purple member sprang to full attention before Elisa's eager gaze.

"You have no idea how much I've missed this," Elisa said, stepping away from her inhuman lover and reaching for the waist of her panties, already damp from her excitement; from her desperate, pent-up need.

"I think I can guess," answered Goliath with a smirk as he let his eyes play over the human woman's beautiful body.

Feeling Goliath's feral eyes on her and loving the sensation of having him watch her at her most lewd, her most depraved, Elisa shimmied her hips as she turned away from him, bending down once more, sliding her panties all the way to the floor. Goliath was a polite lover, restrained and in near-perfect control of himself, and so he didn't move, simply watched as his human lover presented herself to him like a she-gargoyle in heat, her tight, smooth-shaved slit mere inches away from where his aching prick throbbed, already dripping with his aching need. He didn't stroke himself, however, didn't move at all. This was Elisa's time, and Elisa was the one in charge right now. The empowerment this knowledge gave her was as much an aphrodisiac for Elisa as the forbidden thrill of coupling with her inhuman lover. Until she gave him explicit permission to act, he would simply wait and watch, using all his many years of honed warrior's discipline to weather this storm of rising passion as best as he could.

Rising once more, Elisa turned to face Goliath again, licking her lips as she stroked his broad, sculpted chest with her fingertips. Pushing her body against his, squeezing his hard member between her belly and his, Elisa ground herself against Goliath until she felt the powerful, dominant warrior tremble slightly against her heated flesh.

"Put your hands on me," she said in a soft voice, leaning up to whisper the words in his pointed ear, before she took a step back, gripping her shirt and pulling it up and over her head, along with the sports bra beneath.

Elisa had a rush of passion run through her as she realized fully that she'd just given this massive, overpowering creature from another time her full permission to do as he pleased with her. It made her weak in the knees. And when his huge talons stroked her full, dark-capped breasts, she was forced to take a step back, seating herself on the arm of her sofa at the sheer rush of sensation that this brought. Goliath didn't stop there, however, bending himself as he cupped each of the human woman's breasts, lifting them slightly, enough to turn her nipples upward to his mouth as his face lowered to meet them, lips encircling first one and then the other of these sweet mounds of feminine flesh, sucking and slurping wetly, messily, sharp teeth only ever-so-lightly grazing Elisa's delicate skin, Goliath's incredible, knife-pointed tongue darting out to tease her perked nipples to still greater need, until they felt hard enough to cut glass.

Unable to stand it any longer, Elisa gently pushed Goliath's hands away, and then knelt before him. He was huge, and that sheer size had once intimidated Elisa the first time she'd gotten the powerful gargoyle alone and naked. Now, however, she had grown to adore Goliath's magnificent prick, and felt herself growing hotter just wrapping her hands around his length. Stroking downward slowly, tilting that proud purple penis slightly upward in the process, Elisa bent forward, taking her time, nuzzling and nibbling on the underside of her lover's rock-hard erection until she reached his heavy, free-hanging sac. Elisa hadn't really known what to expect from a gargoyle on her first time with Goliath. His size alone had been a shock. Thankfully, however, aside from coloration - the same as the rest of his skin, just like you would expect from a statue, really - Goliath was very much like a human in most respects. Still, Elisa had pondered a time or two on the practicality of a flying species that had such large testicles, to say nothing of their indeterminate nature, somewhere between that of mammals and reptiles, but eventually decided that, if it worked for bats, then gargoyles could certainly handle the extra weight.

This was Elisa's last introspective thought for some time as she instead focused her mental efforts on pleasing her beautiful, powerful lover with her mouth, sucking and licking each swollen orb within his heavy sac with tender, affectionate care, her hands gentle and skilled despite the gun-induced calluses that she worked so hard to keep from forming too thickly. She took her time nibbling her way up one side of Goliath's immense length before going back to the base once more, burying her face against his smooth, hairless groin, taking in his heady, masculine scent, before applying the same loving treatment to the other side.

Reaching Goliath's heavily-leaking glans at last, it was finally time for the greatest challenge of all: the big plunge. That was how Elisa thought of taking Goliath into her mouth, how she'd always thought of him. He was a gentle lover, of course, and it was a good thing, too, considering the sheer size of him. Each time Elisa took him into her mouth, she had made it a goal to take him just a little bit deeper, to swallow down just a fraction more of his powerful, marble-smooth manflesh, to give him just that little bit of extra stimulation. Forcing her heart to slow down, to make herself take deep, oxygen-rich breaths, Elisa prepared herself as best as she could for the ordeal she was about to perform. At first, Goliath had tried to stop her on her self-appointed quest, but had soon given up, knowing how tenacious Elisa was by nature. He didn't want to stifle one of her more endearing traits, and one that had kept her and his comrades alive through many of their past adventures, and so now he simply watched with aroused fascination as Elisa tentatively wrapped her lips around his mighty organ, slowly taking him in, her eyes closing as she concentrated on her task.

Those eyes opened again when Goliath's cock bumped the back of her throat, her expression needy, eager to please. Elisa had managed about a fourth of Goliath's cock in this manner without too much effort on her part. Now, however, came the hard part. Her brown eyes looked up at Goliath, taking confidence and even more of her own arousal and eagerness in equal measures from the tense lines of passion written on his face from her efforts. He nodded once, and Elisa took that as her signal to begin. Opening her throat, forcing herself to relax, using the same techniques she'd learned in her martial arts classes to meditate and focus her mind, Elisa let herself bend forward. Her cheeks were flushed already from arousal, but soon they also started to flush from the effort that came with swallowing down such a massively thick shaft as that of Goliath. Being a gargoyle, Goliath's flesh didn't have a lot of give to it, something that made him completely unlike any of Elisa's former - human - lovers, even the better-endowed ones. It meant that she had to work all the harder to take him in, had to actually put effort into it as she pressed forward, inch by smooth inch.

For Goliath's part, his teeth grit at the waves of pleasure that washed over him as he felt Elisa's throat clenching down on him, oh-so tightly. The feeling was incredible! Oral sex was not something that Goliath had known before, as it was not something practiced by gargoyles, at least not among his clan. He supposed that the gargoyles of other cultures, especially those of East Asia, likely had many erotic secrets, like those shown to him and Elisa during their stay among the gargoyles of Japan. The first time Elisa had wanted to go down on him Goliath had been rather concerned for the safety of his manhood, but as a brave gargoyle warrior as well as wishing to please his lover, he had consented. Looking down at her now, with her heavy-lidded eyes and flushed face looking up at him, watching his reaction to her work, feeling her taking inch after inch of him down her throat, worshiping him like some pagan deity, Goliath wondered why he had ever hesitated. And, as Elisa suddenly took several deep breaths through her nose, and then thrust her head forward, her chin bumping against Goliath's balls in the process, the mighty leader of New York's gargoyle clan couldn't keep his eyes from rolling back into his head, his clawed hands and taloned feet flexing wildly as he fought to keep control of himself, to resist the urge to cum right then and there.

She'd done it! Every last inch in him! She looked up at her beautiful, masculine lover, almost childishly eager for praise despite herself, and felt herself more than rewarded by the look on Goliath's face as he squirmed, completely in her power. Elisa realized suddenly that she didn't want to stop there. She wanted to taste her lover fully, and she was going to do just that. Her lungs burning for air, Elisa started to pump head forward and back, her throat visibly gulping as she milked him with her throat. Her hands gently stroked the mighty gargoyle's balls, feeling their immense heft, before she felt them tense, rising slightly as he drew right up to the precipice...and then went over with a loud bellow of pleasure!

Gulping desperately, Elisa drew her head back just enough to ensure that she could taste the thick cum that blasted across her tongue. His flavor was quite different from that of a human, sort of like a mix of soft serve ice cream with rainwater as it dissolved mineral deposits on stone. If Elisa had to describe it, she'd say that it was the flavor of how cave limestone formations looked, rather than how they actually tasted. It seemed she wasn't the only one who needed some release: Goliath was so copious, he must have been at least as pent up as she was. She had to keep swallowing just to keep from drowning!

As the gush slowed to a trickle, Elisa looked up at Goliath, the edges of her stuffed-full mouth turning up in a very slight smile. Goliath returned this with a smile of his own as he breathed hard, taking a moment to recover from his orgasm while Elisa drew back, letting his heavy cock pop free of her lips, still quite hard and ready for the rest of the night. This sweet, slightly tired expression was soon replaced with a savage, lusty grin, so feral and passionate it made Elisa too turned on to even rise from her knees.

"Let me return the favor, Elisa," Goliath said in his wonderfully sexy, deep voice, his arms and wings encircling Elisa as he bent, lifting her with ease. In a moment of erotic mischief, the powerful gargoyle turned Elisa slightly and slung her over one shoulder like a barbarian warchief laying claim to some proud beauty he'd taken for his own from a raided castle. Except, of course, Goliath was far more gentle with his human love than any barbarian ever would be.

Imagining the image she must present as she was carried so bodily by Goliath, Elisa couldn't hold back a giggle, which soon turned into a moan as the gargoyle's fingers began to rub vigorously against her soaking wet netherlips, making Elisa's toes flex, her back arching as Goliath slipped a finger inside of her, stroking downward, easily finding her G-spot, making her whole body shudder in waves of rising passion. While oral sex might not have been a part of Goliath's cultural heritage, his clan certainly had a number of other creative ways to give each other pleasure, after all, knowing about the pleasures of the G-spot long before humans had even considered it.

Coming to oral sex, that seemed to be exactly Goliath's intentions as he marched into Elisa's bedroom and set her tight-muscled bum firmly down on her neatly-made sheets. She had only a matter of moments to adapt to this new position before Goliath's huge hands gripped her thighs, easily parting them, spreading them wide before his mouth was pressed firmly and eagerly against her steaming, smooth sex, his tongue plunging into her with a will. It had been a simple matter for Elisa to convince Goliath of the joys of oral sex after her initial demonstration of how good it felt. For Goliath, dutiful warrior and leader of his clan that he was, the pleasure of his lover was paramount. Actually, the thought of giving Elisa as much pleasure as she'd given him was something that aroused Goliath almost as much as getting that pleasure in the first place, and he'd been an incredibly fast learner in this subject, as he was in so many others.

Goliath didn't hold back now, not with such a sweet, succulent morsel presented to him. Against the backdrop of her deep tan skin, Elisa's pussy was a startling pink color as Goliath peeled back her outer labia. It just made her look all the more appetizing from this angle to the purple-skinned male, and his mouth eagerly closed on those soft, inviting folds. Elisa's eyes were huge as she watched her lover work, watched the occasional flashes of his fangs as he turned his head this way and that, his expression intent, totally focused on her sex. That focus was a vital part of Goliath's character, the source of his unbending determination to succeed no matter what the odds in accomplishing his goals. In this case, much to Elisa's delight, those goals included making her cum - hard!

Hands catching in the sheets, Elisa cried out, her back arching, breasts thrusting forward as Goliath's tongue penetrated her. That tongue was so inhuman, a startling surprise in his very humanlike face. It was more knife-shaped, pointed at the tip, and astonishingly agile. It was just shy of being prehensile, actually, and when it curled upward, finding the same spot that his fingers had found only minutes before, is was all that Elisa could do to keep from passing out right then and there as her whole world was suddenly engulfed in a rush of pleasure so powerful, it wracked her body like a direct current voltage, shaking her to the very core of her being. Goliath felt her first spasms, tasted the sudden gush of her juices, but didn't stop, didn't even pause. He was relentless! Gripping the sheets like she was clinging to her only lifeline in a storm, Elisa fell back onto the bed, gritting her teeth to exert all the will she had left just to keep from screaming her head off, legs already kicking and thrashing wildly on either side of Goliath's swept-back black mane.

In the afterglow and aftershocks of her pleasure, Elisa breathed heavily, feeling so much like an animal in heat she almost expected herself to be panting. The powerful gargoyle always brought out the beast in her, the parts of her that just weren't accepted in society, especially from a professional like herself. But with that release, that letting go of all the civilized parts of her being and occasionally embracing her primal self, Elisa had grown to realize that this was perhaps her best treatment for any and all the stresses that came with her hectic life. Even with all the danger that accompanied it, she wouldn't trade her double life with the gargoyles for anything.

It was as Elisa's eyes roamed the apartment in her pleasured haze, just as Goliath was starting to rise from where he'd been kneeling at the foot of her bed, that Elisa's brown eyes suddenly fixed on another pair of eyes, staring at her from the window. They were familiar eyes to her, large and dark, just like those of the male who was even then carefully setting one large, taloned foot onto her bed, just starting to cover her like the animal in heat she felt like. His heavy, full organ hung low, and Elisa knew that the watcher from the window could see it clearly, could see Elisa's soaking wet, heavily-flushed sex with equal clarity, would be able to see where the two would soon meet. The thought enflamed her all the more, and she suddenly reached up, grabbing Goliath around the waist, her fingers digging firmly into his rock-solid rump. The gargoyle gave a short exhalation of surprise, but this was almost immediately followed by a deep grunt of pleasure as his swollen, uncut glans met Elisa's more than ready slit. Elisa stroked her hands around Goliath's body, up his sides and to his chest, now holding him back where she'd been urging him on. Goliath's face grew puzzled for a moment, his chest rising and falling rapidly as his own mating urges were starting to overwhelm his reason. Then he saw Elisa's eyes as they shifted towards the window behind them, one of a series of windows beyond which was a ledge, which had surely made a perfect vantage point for whoever was now there, watching them as they'd been engaged in the sweet steps of lovemaking. His eyes flicked up to a mirror that Elisa had angled above her headboard not long after she'd allowed Goliath to take her as a lover, all the better to let them both watch how sexy their partner was from more than a single angle, and then quickly back down as he confirmed the identity of their voyeur.

"Make it a good show," Elisa said, her breasts heaving as she spread her legs as wide as she possibly could, at once making it easier for Goliath to thrust down into her, and also making the action that much more visible. Her hands gripped Goliath's sides now, not holding him back, but also not urging him on. She was just holding on now, just using those stone-muscled handholds to keep a final grip on reality as she gave up full control to her lover, letting him set the pace, trusting him utterly.

His talons pressing into the sheets, taking as much care as he could to not tear them, Goliath angled his hips a little higher, hiking his tail upward. What an eyeful their voyeur was getting as Goliath stroked the slick, leaking tip of his cock up and down Elisa's slit, and then dipped it just barely past the smooth, plump lips of Elisa's folds. The normally stoic gargoyle smirked at the moan this brought from his lover, and the way she writhed and gyrated her hips, trying to take more of him into her, so eager for his shaft. But he simply tilted his arms and knees inward slightly, and that pressure was all it took for him to keep Elisa in place. She might be a needy little wildcat in bed, but he was still a great deal larger and stronger than her, and if he didn't want her going anywhere, there was very little that she could do about it.

Taking it nice and slow, Goliath dipped his hips downward a few inches, just enough to wet the head of his cock in Elisa's clenching, enveloping folds, before he pulled back. Down again, this time taking it a bit deeper, and then up before he'd gone too far, until Elisa was right on the verge of screaming.

"Don't tease me anymore, Goliath," Elisa whimpered, wriggling beneath him, looking up at him so pleadingly. "Please, I need it so bad."

"You have only to ask," said Goliath with a gentle smile, before his body tensed, his rump clenching. A beat passed, before the massive gargoyles tail gave a slap to the air, much like it would while he was flying for a hard burst of speed or change of direction, and his hips thrust down and in, his cock plunging to the hilt in Elisa's pulsing quim as she wailed in pleasure, her nails raking his stony back, legs kicking on either side of his hips as she felt his balls slap against her smooth, muscular bottom, his length filling her right up to the hilt. Goliath didn't stop there, done with teasing, done with subtlety. Now he was in the full grips of his powerful mating instincts, the instincts of a primal creature such as only a gargoyle could be.

The whole room filling with the wet, luscious sounds of their bodies thrusting against each other, Elisa answering Goliath's animal passion with her own desperate need, and with the loud, near-bestial cries of the two lovers, Goliath stopped holding back at last, his hips pounding against Elisa's uplifted inner thighs and hips. Her own passion was easily the equal of his own, her cries only briefly stifled at times when Goliath's lips would meet her own, their tongues dueling in counterpoint to the near-viciousness of their writhing, impassioned bodies. Yet all of these sounds of their lovemaking couldn't quite drown out the faint squeak of the window as it opened, or the soft, feminine moans of their voyeur as those dark eyes took in the amazingly sexy scene of gargoyle and human before her, an unseen hand surely touching herself in the darkness beyond the window's spilled-over light.

Her belly filled with an almost overwhelming glow, like a series of dawning suns were rising inside of her, Elisa reached back to grip the headboard, her nails digging little gouges in the wood, even as she used the headboard to give herself more leverage, all the better to push back against her powerful, inhuman lover. Her legs clasped him just beneath his tail, her body lifting upward at a forty-five degree angle while Goliath began to plow down into her. It was impossible not to watch his face, to watch the mighty gargoyle leader's sharp teeth as they were bared, at the lines of tension on his normally so stoic visage, and Elisa couldn't help but smile for a moment, her mind so clear, the pleasure so much that she had to withdraw a little just to keep from losing herself completely. Then the thought occurred to her: what if gargoyles could get humans pregnant? The thought had struck her a time or two since she'd stopped taking birth control pills a few months back, not having to need to worry about human lovers any more. They were such wildly different species, for all of their similarities - humans gave live birth and gargoyles hatched from eggs, after all - but still, the thought lingered...and proved too much for Elisa once more, as her legs began to kick, her toes arching upward as her whole body gave into the pleasure of a mind-shattering series of orgasms, each coming harder and faster than the first. These orgasms were driven to even greater heights as she felt more than heard Goliath give a deep, throaty grunt of pleasure, before he thrust hard and deep into her, then held himself there, his hips moving in a short, hard burst of speed, letting her inner walls do more of the work. This was the final signal, and Elisa bit into Goliath's arm (her teeth unable to penetrate his skin, of course) to muffle her scream as she felt his cum filling her in a monumental gush. There was so much of it!

Things went sort of white for a moment there, with spots and stars flashing before Elisa's eyes. When next she was able to look around her once again, Goliath was lying on top of her, just barely keeping his heavy weight from fully pressing down on her naked body by a slight lean to one side, his hip and shoulder resting on the bed. His arms were moving over her bare skin, clawtips teasing her, adding another layer of sensation now that she was so very sensitive, her body shivering slightly in a combination of cooling sweat and post-coitus aftershocks.

"Feeling better now?" Goliath asked, that rare teasing smirk once more on his face. Elisa answered by giving him a playful punch to the chest. "I am glad to hear it."

Slowly, after many long minutes, Goliath lifted himself from the bed, giving Elisa a final stroke of her back and kiss to her cheek.

"Going to do the old serve and protect, huh?" Elisa asked, leaning on her elbow as she watched her lover get his loincloth, cinching the belt back into place - he did have a pretty cute butt, she realized, though in a very masculine sort of way.

"Only for a little while," he answered, looking at her over his shoulder. "I will be back well before dawn. After all, the night is still young, and there is much left for us to do."

"It'll do me good to get in a shower anyway," Elisa said, starting to rise from the bed herself, standing and stretching slowly. She noticed the way Goliath's eyes were fixed on her breasts as this motion thrust them out, and laughed, cupping them. "Incentive to get you back here quick."

"Yes," Goliath said in agreement, gritting his teeth to keep from losing his concentration. After all, he had to make sure that the other gargoyles were all right, even if he wouldn't be doing any serious patrolling himself. There were, as they had discovered many times, far too many dangers in the city for any of them to be left alone for too long. If it wasn't for the necessary survival of his clan, he would never leave Elisa's side at all until the sun froze his body into its stony slumber come the dawn. Buried to the hilt inside of her if she would allow it.

Watching as Goliath leapt from the window of the bedroom, then heaving a slight sigh as she realized this meant that their little voyeur must have slipped away into the night, since Goliath didn't seem to see anyone, Elisa finally turned and went to the bathroom. Not even bothering to close the door completely, just in case Goliath returned even sooner than expected and might be coaxed into joining her in getting wet, Elisa stepped into the shower and pulled the clear glass door shut before starting the water. Before too long it was steaming nicely, fogging the glass as the rivulets of water streamed down the human woman's beautiful body, pattering against her face and breasts, then sliding down the rest of her smooth brown skin in rivulets, giving her skin a fine, slick sheen. Smiling lightly to herself, Elisa started to let her hands roam her own body, much in the same way that Goliath's talons had caressed her before in their post-sex cuddling. She lightly hefted her breasts once more, this time teasing her fingers over the perked nipples, and then down her chest, her flat belly, and finally her slit.

"He certainly did a number on me," Elisa said with a grin, teasing a finger inside of herself. "Mmm," she cooed softly, feeling the remaining slickness of the powerful male's cum still inside of her. "If he could get me pregnant, he'd have done it by now, with as much cum as he shoots every time."

Elisa's fingers soon became more daring, and as she poured liquid soap from a bottle over her body and then began to lather herself up, she made certain to pay special attention to her erogenous zones. Her whole body was so sensitive right then, still tingling from the remnants of afterglow, and she knew she would find it very hard to wait for Goliath's return.

As Elisa's fingers slipped into her glistening sex, even as she began to tease the fingers of her other hand against her tight anus, the door to the bathroom opening silently, and a lean, lithe figure stepped into the room, clawtips clicking very lightly on the tile. The intruder was quite naked, her clothes shoved under the bed, out of sight of the two lovers she'd been spying on before. She'd managed to slip into a hall closet only just in time to avoid Goliath when he'd retrieved his loincloth, and had waited several minutes for the large lead gargoyle the leave before she slipped out once more. For a moment she'd hesitated, torn between her modesty and her desire for more. Then she'd heard the water come on in the bathroom, and curiosity and arousal won out over fear and respect for privacy.

The digitgrade-footed female gently slid the door shut behind her, and then her breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding as she saw the lean, smooth-skinned figure before her. Elisa's naked form was gorgeous, deliciously enticing. There was the sense of forbidden fruit in this moment, not just from the voyeurism, but from watching another girl at play. And though the glass was fogged, hiding many of the vital details, it was quite obvious that play was exactly what Elisa was doing with herself in there. Whimpering softly, the lean female bit her finger to keep from making any louder sounds as Elisa bent over, turned away from the shower door, almost presenting her bare bottom to the voyeur's view like an animal in heat as one hand gripped the bar on the far side of the shower, the human woman's fingers rubbing and probing frantically against her swollen slit and the forbidden pucker just above it.

Despite all her efforts to the contrary, the slender female watching Elisa must have made some small noise, or else Elisa's well-honed senses had picked up some other cue. Regardless of how it happened, however, the human woman suddenly turned, rising to a standing position as she yanked the shower door open to confront the illicit watcher. For a moment both women stood there, frozen. And then Elisa's face spread into a sultry smile.

"Was it fun to watch, Angela?" Elisa asked, her eyes turning slightly to look at the lithe, purple-skinned figure standing in her bathroom.

The young female gargoyle stood there, her eyes wide as she was fully revealed at last. Her mouth opened as though she was going to say something, her sleek body tensing as she took a half-step towards the door through which she'd come. But then Elisa's hand reached out, catching hold of the young gargoyle's wrist, and pulled her forward into the large shower stall.

"It's okay," said Elisa, gently resting first one and then the other of Angela's small, almost fragile-looking hands on her buoyant breasts. "I don't mind you watching. But I do want a little fun of my own, too." She grinned at how red Angela's cheeks had gotten, her hands gripping Elisa's breasts out of instinct, which just made her seem all the more desperately embarrassed. "Don't worry: I think you'll like this."

Standing there, with Angela pressed so close to her, Elisa took the time to admire the sleek, nude beauty before her. Besides being able to see Angela from the front without difficulty, the reflective surface of the shower's metal walls allowed Elisa to have a perfect view of Angela's back and rear as well. Angela's face was sweetly humanlike, having the same strangely statuesque beauty that all gargoyles had, their features sculpted, almost as though deliberately, making even the most monstrous of their kind oddly artistic in appearance, possessing an innocent beauty that extended beyond the basic level of aesthetics. In her case, however, her more humanlike face made her beautiful on all levels, even to those who didn't share Elisa's appreciation for gargoyle beauty. Following the line of Angela's back, Elisa's admired the smooth lines of her firmly-defined muscles and delicate-appearing bone structure, an appearance that Elisa knew to be deceptive in a race as powerful as the gargoyles: even a slip of a girl, a mid- to late-teen by human standards, of their race was easily the equal of ten full-grown human men in strength and combat prowess. Her inhuman nature was highlighted by her softly twitching tail just between and slightly below her clearly-defined dimples of Venus, stroking the metal bottom of the shower in her nervousness, right by her taloned feet. This just led Elisa's eyes to look at those feet, large and strangely at once out of place on Angela's body, while at the same time just enhancing her appearance, the digitigrade flexing of her slightest leg movements making her seem even more graceful, creating an impression of constant agile movement, while also highlighting her perfectly-toned, smoothly-rounded, and rather petite rump, making it flex with each little shift of her taloned toes.

Elisa's smile was knowing as she let her attention shift back to Angela's front, her eyes drifting down Angela's smooth, flat tummy, noting the girl's lack of a navel, characteristic of all gargoyles, and then over Angela's tightly-clasped little vulva. Also like all the gargoyles that Elisa had seen naked so far, Angela was hairless besides what was on her head, all the better to streamline her body for flight. This left nothing to obscure Elisa's view of what she knew was an incredibly tight little pussy, and likely a virgin one at that. As made sense for a flying species, Angela's breasts were trim, streamlined, but also perfect in form, capped with nipples of a delicate mauve in shade, making them stand out against her purple flesh.

Reaching up, mirroring Angela's present grip on her breasts with one of her own, Elisa started to carefully, sweetly handle those lovely mounds, smiling to herself as she caressed them. Soon her fingertips teased around each plump, purple aureole, and then to the perked nipples standing proudly before her. Angela was completely taken aback, unable to do anything but watch...and then to gasp as Elisa's mouth closed around first one nipple and then, after some minutes of oral stimulation, the other, sucking and tugging on the tender teats until Angela's legs started to tremble with her rising arousal and need.

"Elisa, I didn't mean...I mean, I'm sorry...I mean, it wasn't like...,"

"Just kiss me back, Angela," said Elisa, looking into the younger woman's eyes, and then pressing her lips to Angela's. There was a moment of hesitation from the inexperienced girl, but it passed quickly, and soon she was doing exactly as Elisa had asked. Her kiss wasn't quite as skilled, certainly, as Elisa's, not by a long shot, but it was passionate, and heartfelt, and left the precious gar-girl soaking wet between her legs. This last was something Elisa immediately noticed as she broke the kiss and glanced down, smiling as she saw the wetness running down Angela's inner thighs, wetness that didn't come from the shower.

"It's been a while since I tasted another girl," said Elisa, winking at Angela, who covered her mouth with one hand, looking at once shocked and more turned on than she'd ever been in her entire life. She'd been raised with the semi-conservative morals of her human foster parents on Avalon, had never even seen her fellow gargoyles naked after they'd gotten out of diapers and were instilled with a sense of modesty. And now, not only had she watched her father roughly mating with a beautiful human woman, that same woman was now kneeling before her, reaching up to spread Angela's inner thighs, just before Elisa's face lifted as well.

All thoughts of hesitation or retreat, however, vanished in a rush as Elisa's mouth closed over Angela's puffy, purple outer folds. The human's tongue wasn't nearly as long or as strong as that of a gargoyle, certainly, but Elisa more than made up for that with practice and sheer determination, to say nothing of how much energy she got from how intensely turned-on she was right then, eating out the pubescent daughter of her inhuman lover.

Hooking her thumbs into the pouting labia of the young gar-girl, Elisa thrust her tongue into Angela's quivering, tensed folds (which she was momentarily surprised lacked a hymen), delighted to discover that the younger woman was a delicious pink color, which also had a very slight luminous quality to it, making a startling contrast to the rest of her smooth purple skin. Elisa supposed that the difference of coloration would make it easier for a gargoyle male to tell, when it was dark, when his female was in need of his attentions. Flashing into her mind in that instant was a mental image of an earlier time, when the male gargoyles of a clan would be returning to their rookery, only to see the presented pink inner folds of their waiting, eager females, gleaming softly in the pale moonlight.

Fueled by that thought, Elisa started to buck her head, working her tongue like a small penis, loving the genuinely sweet taste of the young gargoyle femme squirming and bucking above her, loving the adorable, high-pitched cries of the inexperienced girl as she was driven layer beyond layer towards pleasures she'd never even thought could possibly exist. Angela had such a cute voice normally, and her sweet moans and whimpers and outright squeals of rising passion and pleasure were music to Elisa's ears.

As Angela's juices flowed down Elisa's chin, the greedy human felt the brush of the girl's lashing tail against her wrist. Grabbing that tail, Elisa carefully slid her fingers along its underside, making Angela have to prop herself against the side of the stall to keep from falling flat on her tush, before gripping it near its tip, smiling slightly as she felt it curl instinctively around her fingers. Suspecting that Angela had used this limber limb to pop her own cherry, and likely in other self-experiments as well, Elisa decided to test that theory by guiding the twitching tailtip to her own heavily-leaking, brown-skinned cunny. Her theory was instantly confirmed as Angela's tail suddenly lunged forward, thrusting upward with a convulsive motion, driven in no small part by the intense pleasure ripping through Angela's body, sinking deep into Elisa's slick, dripping folds.

Both women crying out, Elisa's own cry muffled as she buried her mouth against Angela's marble-smooth quim, the air seemed to steam with more than the heat of the water flowing down around them, wetting their bodies with tiny droplets. As Elisa's mouth worked everywhere against and inside of the she-goyle's dripping pink places, Angela's tail worked like a jackhammer, making Elisa's breasts bounce as she knelt before the less experienced femme, clenching her smooth brown rump to grip that driving, plowing tail good and hard both going in and coming out, maximizing each sensation all the more as it pumped her smooth cunny, stretching her open even wider than Goliath's cock just had finished doing.

Inexperience, in this case, soon showed as Angela's wail of orgasm grew almost glass-shattering, her digitigrade legs trembling, and then failing her as she slumped to the floor of the shower, her cheeks and chest flushed in the rush of pleasure so great, it had robbed her of the ability to even stand up. Elisa, however, wasn't finished with her young protégé, and followed her down, her mouth never losing its contact with Angela's cunny, never once stopping her licking, her tongue-thrusting, her slurping of sweet and sensitive girlflesh, not even when Angela's tail popped free to lash on the tiles between the girl's splayed, desperately kicking legs.

Finally, sensing the younger femme was on the verge of total pleasured collapse, Elisa gave Angela a short break, leaving the gar-girl gasping for breath, her smooth, streamlined breasts heaving. Instead, the human woman lifted her mouth and gently kissed Angela's smooth pubis, right above the snug indentation that marked the start of her sex. Her next kiss was to the teen's flat, muscular stomach, prompting Elisa to have a moment of envy: Angela's firm belly was almost a racial trait, and her kind retained their present physical status far better than a human could, with less overall effort. It made Elisa wonder for a moment how much it would take for a gargoyle like Broadway to eat to look like he did. But that thought quickly faded as she kissed and then gently suckled on each of Angela's lovely breasts, taking her time to make sure each of them was properly and fully attended by her mouth and tongue. Ending with a gentle bite to each purple-capped nipple, making Angela's foot talons jerk on either side of Elisa's hips, Elisa then looked up, straight into the other woman's large, dark eyes. They were so much like those of her father, Goliath, but also softer, more feminine. She was the beautiful female that Demona could have been, if only she hadn't given herself utterly over to hatred and senseless revenge.

That thought taking center stage in her mind, Elisa kissed the heavy-lidded teen, who moaned into the kiss, her hands rising at last to stroke the human's smooth back, clawtips pricking Elisa's firmly rounded bottom as they gave her a squeeze there. Elisa's arched her hips, making Angela moan again as their equally-naked mons' rubbed against each other, Elisa moving almost like a male to make this happen. Angela archer her own hips upward eagerly, and even moreso as Elisa stroked her fingertips over the younger femme's heavily flushed cunny, showing her readiness for more.

Breaking their kiss, Elisa touched her fingers, wet with Angela's own juices, to Angela's cunny. The teen suckled each fingertip with utmost care, her long, agile tongue wrapping around each digit, cleaning them completely.

"I taste...good," Angela concluded, blushing a bit deeper. "Elisa, what are you...oh! Oooooh!"

Angela's moan was prompted as Elisa decided she wasn't quite in the mood for talking just yet, still in the grip of her more animal needs, bending her knee at that moment and pressing her thigh against Angela's quim, indenting the purple flesh as she made the younger girl straddle her while lying back. Angela's hands gripped Elisa's back (thankfully without using her claws) as Elisa rubbed her thigh between the other femme's legs, and then, slowly, started to roll over onto her side.

"Move with me," she said, lifting her other leg up and over Angela's mirrored leg and hip. "Move just like I do."

Angela obeyed, too aroused and eager for new sensations to do otherwise. Then, as Elisa pressed herself towards the teen, Angela gave a sharp gasp as their bared, bald cunnies met, labia squeezing firmly together in the most intimate sort of kiss that could be shared between women. It took all of three hard thrusts of Elisa's hips, grinding their juicy lower lips together, before Angela started to move in similar fashion. The feeling of Elisa's lower labia stroking into the groove of her quim, and right up against her clitoris, at the same time that her own upper labial fold pressed and stroked against Elisa's clitty, was something Angela hadn't even thought could be possible. But then, this night had been full of new sensations for the inexperienced-but-eager femme, and she threw herself into this new experience with all the eager energy that her young body could muster.

As the water pattered down on their bodies in a gentle rain, the room was soon filled with the loud, luscious squelching sounds of the two femmes rubbing against each other, pressed together in tight, desperate tribadism. They both ground and thrashed against each other harder, and still harder, as though trying to start a fire, Angela mirroring Elisa's motions as the human woman stroked her hands over her own body, eyes fixed on Angela, as though each touch to her own smooth skin was intended for the younger woman's. Fingers closing firmly on their hardened nipples in almost identical sequence, Angela and Elisa cried out in unison, mirror images of raw passion as they thrashed their legs, one in the air, the other against the tile of the shower, lithe bodies bucking and jerking convulsively in the throes of orgasm after orgasm until all the universe seemed to shrink down into that single, perfect moment of ultimate pleasure.

How long this went on, neither woman could tell. But soon Elisa rose, slowly and more than a little unsteadily, to her feet, reaching down to help Angela up as well. The younger woman rested against Elisa's shoulder, sighing in blissful afterglow as she felt Elisa's hands on her. This time the human's touch was intimate, but not passionate like it had been before. Instead, it was a cleansing touch, quite literally, as Elisa gripped a nearby bottle of all-in-one body wash, pouring a liberal amount over Angela's shoulders and breasts before starting to move her hands, lathering up the gar-girl.

"Do the same for me, Angela," Elisa told the other femme with a gentle smile, and soon both women were stroking each other, getting their smooth bodies slick and soapy. They were too tired yet from their recent orgasms, still too sexually sensitive to go any further than that, at least for a little while longer. Elisa knew, however, that whenever Goliath returned, she would be all the more enflamed with need for him, the fires of her lust - and her love - stoked just that much higher by her encounter with Goliath's daughter.

The water was refreshing as both females, human and gargoyle, basked in the sweet sensations following their many mutual orgasms. It left their bodies feeling so very alive, charged with energy for still more excitement to come. Still, despite the temptations present, they finished the shower with only some minor silliness and occasional erotic contact, before stepping out and starting to buff themselves dry with Elisa's towels. Still, even after what had been shared, Angela seemed pensive, and was obviously in a hurry to get going as quickly as she could. The reason for this was soon revealed when Angela spoke next.

"I...I really ought to go," she said, stepping towards the bed and bending to retrieve her discarded clothes, prompting Elisa to admire the girl's cute little bottom and lightly-swaying tail once more. "I don't want to get between you and...,"

It was at that moment that a large, familiar purple-skinned shape slid his muscular frame through the window with surprising agility for one so massive, then stepped forward. Goliath's eyes flicked between his lover and his daughter with confusion at first, seeing them both standing there, bare naked, with a light post-shower sheen to their skins. Angela was uncertain, her tail curling to cover her lower body, while Elisa stood there confidently, hands on her hips.

"Took you long enough," she teased, reaching forward to undo Goliath's belt, letting his loincloth fall to the floor, making Angela's eyes widen. "Angela and I were starting to get lonely."

Those eyes widened even more as Goliath's human lover started to stroke his immense penis, quickly reviving the purple shaft to full, adamant hardness once again as she turned him slightly to look more fully at Angela. Not that this was terribly hard, even after the numerous climaxes from their last lovemaking session: Angela was quite beautiful, as Elisa admitted completely, and in her sweet nudity, she looked at once innocent and alluring.

Perhaps Elisa should have been more shocked at a daughter watching her father having sex, as she'd surely done before at the window. Perhaps she should have been even more shocked - even disgusted - that Goliath was eyeing his own daughter in the same way that he looked at her. But Elisa realized that, to a gargoyle, such things didn't matter so much, and she quickly silenced the momentary surge of cultural taboos inside of her, instead focusing on taking in the pubescent beauty before her, planning out her next actions for Angela.

Half-turning away from the bed now to reach for her discarded clothes, to try and extricate herself from this charged situation before it escalated any more, Angela was on full display for Elisa and Goliath, which Elisa felt was only fair, considering that she and her huge lover had been on display themselves just a short while ago. Still were, as she thought about it, teasing her thumbtip over the swollen head of Goliath's cock. Considering the width of her relatively slim hips and the tightness of her body overall, Elisa had to admit that she wanted to see Goliath properly nail this sweet-tailed little voyeur, if only to see the look on her angelic face. She glanced up at Goliath's face, noting his own eyes following the motions of his daughter's tail, and smirked, giving his cock a light, affectionate squeeze as he glanced down at her, making sure that she didn't disapprove of the thoughts that were obviously going through his head. Elisa didn't, and her smile told her lover so.

In college, Elisa had done more than a little experimentation, enough to know that she didn't mind sex with other women, though it wasn't her first passion, even despite the intensely pleasurable fun that she and Angela had shared in the shower just a short while ago. In the case of someone as beautiful as Angela, the thought of making love to this sweet teenaged hottie right in the presence of her gorgeous male lover, putting on a hot show for him in the process, was enough to drive Elisa out of her mind. And when she was finished warming Angela's smooth purple pussy up, she fully intended to watch her huge lover deflower and spread very, very wide with his magnificent male organ. This line of thinking intoxicated Elisa as she pictured the trim, tightly-muscled belly above Angela's pubis swollen and heavy-domed with eggs, children that Elisa would treasure like her own, the surrogate children she couldn't ever give him, but could raise with him anyway.

Before Angela could quite get her mind as well as her clothing together sufficiently to turn and leave by the same window she'd opened to come in, Elisa had stepped away from Goliath, walked to that window, and shut it, locking it with a flick of the latch.

"It's chilly in here," she said, turning to face Angela, the young she-goyle's mouth dropped wide in shock. "Why don't you come to bed where it's warm, Angela?"

With her mouth moving as though to make sounds, but no words forming, Angela seemed completely taken aback, looking lost and befuddled at this strange new turn of events. It was simplicity itself for Elisa to take command of the situation, stepping forward to rest her hands on the girl's hips. A light tug was all it took for her smooth, brown-skinned breasts to press against the purple-skinned ones of her new lover, their nipples dueling as Elisa stepped close, pulling Angela closer, the younger woman's clothing dropping to the floor, forgotten. Out of the corner of her eye Elisa saw Goliath seating himself on the edge of the bed, his penis straining in erection, his talons gripping the sheets tightly, his startlingly long tongue licking his lips. All of this came to Elisa in an instant before she kissed Angela full on the mouth. Her small human hands stroking Angela's back and her tightly-toned bottom, Elisa felt the younger woman tremble slightly, could almost hear Angela's heartbeat racing at this sudden rush of new and overpowering sensations. Remembering her first time, and what a disappointment it had been, Elisa vowed to herself to make Angela's truly wonderful. This inner vow was followed shortly by Elisa's hands leaving that cute, girlish tush, only to stroke very lovingly along the underside of Angela's long prehensile tail. Such a touch had two immediate actions. The first, of course, was to bare Angela's bottom to Goliath's view, especially as Elisa slowly and carefully turned the younger woman so that her back was to the bed. The second, and perhaps more important reason for stroking the underside of Angela's tail was that it was one of the most sensitive non-genital parts of a gargoyle's body. Elisa had discovered this with Goliath, and he had admitted that it was the same with all of his kind, male and female. Their tails, after all, were prehensile, and needed to be sensitive on their undersides to make it easier to handle objects and to properly grasp onto perches, adding additional support. This also meant that their undersides were a perfect area to leave even the most battle-hardened warrior weak in the knees with the proper, gentle handling. For someone like Angela, young, inexperienced, and already so turned on she could hardly stand up, it was too much. Instantly, Elisa had complete and total control of the beautiful gar-girl, and as she kissed Angela full on the lips once more, she felt Angela immediately kissing her back, her mind too fogged in passion to even begin to consider the fairly conservative upbringing she'd had among the humans who'd raised her on Avalon. The backs of Angela's long, digitigrade legs hit the back of the bed as Elisa walked her slowly in that direction, and soon she was sitting, panting for breath, watching with heavy-lidded eyes as Elisa's mouth left the girl's lips, only to travel downward, over her neck and collarbone in a slow shower of kisses.

Angela's whole body suddenly tensed up as Goliath, too impassioned now to hold back, moved closer, his hip touching that of his daughter, his huge arms encircling her, one taloned hand gripping her far breast, while the other gripped the one nearer to him. Elisa's mouth working down Angela's front, over her tight belly, and then lower still, Goliath, meanwhile, began to work over Angela's upper parts. His mouth met the girl's neck, kissing her, making the squirming teen whimper and then moan as his fingertips circled her aureoles, then squeezed her hard-perked nipples, pinching them and twisting them until Elisa was sure that it would hurt. But all it seemed to do was drive Angela crazy, her tail and legs flailing as Goliath pulled her up onto the bed with his immense strength, the sleek, tightly-muscled human woman following with her mouth all the way, even as the young gargoyle was laid spread-eagled on the bed, exposed and helpless before her older lovers like a mouse before twin eagles in their nest. With ease Goliath's hands spread Angela's thighs even wider apart, while both he and Elisa lowered their mouths to the girl's steaming, soaking wet little cunny. The tongues of both of her older lovers now lashing up and down her bared, perfectly smooth little sex, Angela's whole body tensed, her back arching, breasts thrusting upward as she held nothing back, screaming like a banshee as orgasm took her. Again and again her body thrashed in waves of exquisite pleasure, utterly and completely overwhelmed in all her senses as first Goliath's tongue and then Elisa's skilled lips passed over and around her throbbing clitoris. Despite herself, despite knowing how dirty it was, Angela screamed again as Goliath's and then Elisa's tongue then began to tease her tightly-clenched anal pucker, even as Goliath squeezed a thick finger into Angela's rapidly-fluttering cunny, soon followed by a second, and then, with some momentary hesitation, a third - he was just that big, and it would take that much stretching to fit himself inside of her. Angela's eyes widened in a brief moment of clarity as she looked up, seeing herself reflected in the mirror above the bed, which hadn't been visible from the window, and she fully realized what it was for, and just how intensely erotic this scene of lovemaking appeared. This was her last conscious set of thoughts before pleasure overtook her once more, her body lifting almost completely off of the bed as her wings flapped in desperation, her foot-talons and fingers grasping at the air in a futile attempt to get some sort of purchase in the storm of passion that overtook her.

All of the thrashing Angela's body was doing made it fairly easy for Goliath and Elisa to roll her onto her stomach, the gar-girl's butt raised high in full presentation, tail hiked like a cat in heat. After all, she was already mostly in the air, and this new position let Goliath and Elisa hold Angela down better, so that they could properly join in this lovemaking of the innocent teen. As Elisa stroked the smooth-skinned girl's back and cheek with her hands, she and Angela both looked up at the mirror as Goliath gripped Angela's tight little rump with one huge hand, his other stroking his heavy, immense erection until it glistened with his precum like a statue in a storm, even as he slowly guided himself into place. Gargoyles, it seemed, didn't have a hymen, which made sense from a race that hatched from eggs, and Elisa found herself jealous of this little detail, even as she slid her body beneath Angela's, Goliath's immense strength lifting his daughter enough to make this easily possible.

His huge hands now stroking his daughter's back and then up her tail like he might a cat, making sure to apply most of the stimulation to the underside of that wriggling member, before his hands gripped and groped the smaller gargoyle's bum, Goliath let Elisa handle his hard, glistening cock, stroking it in her smaller human hands before tilting it downward so that she could take it into her mouth, handling just a third of the hard, pulsing shaft, not straining herself too much. She'd had a lot of stimulation already tonight, after all, and Elisa knew she'd be through a great deal more before the dawn returned her lovers to their stony slumber. Releasing Goliath's cock from her mouth with a soft 'pop,' giving the head a last circling lick, Elisa tilted his shaft upward as his hips surged forward, so that, as his hands gripped his daughter's rump once more, his penis slid between her smooth, toned cheeks like a sausage in a bun, stroking himself against her firm skin while her tail wriggled against his chest, lifted high and out of the way. Taking this as an opportunity, Elisa lifted her mouth to Angela's snug, juicy little cunny, pressing her lips tightly against that delicious girltreat. She knew Goliath was watching this, was watching his daughter being eaten out by his lover, was watching as Angela yowled and writhed and bucked even more in the throes of passion. One of Goliath's hands suddenly reached forward, and Elisa gasped as she felt Angela's face pressed down against her own smooth, bared quim, Goliath's hand pressing his daughter's head down to coax her into properly joining in giving as well as receiving pleasure. Her tongue parted Angela's purple folds, and she soon felt the girl-goyle mirroring her actions, a little more clumsily perhaps, but with all the feeling and passion that a hot teen could muster under such circumstances.

It was time. Elisa felt it just a moment before she lowered her mouth from Angela's flushed, dripping cunny, her fingers spreading the girl wide. Goliath took this invitation, the swollen head of his cock pressing against the pulsing inner labia of Angela's slick sex. Not rushing, despite how impassioned he had to be, at least as heated as the females in the room, Goliath gradually worked his hips in small circles, slowly easing himself forward, stretching Angela's inner folds nice and slow. The sight was mouthwatering for Elisa, as Angela's cunny began to drip her juices even more copiously just as Goliath's heavy member barely penetrated her, half of the conical head of his cock entering her, like a ripe peach pierced by a connoisseur taking his time to savor the sweetness of its precious nectar, letting it drip in rivulets down its soft skin. Angela, her whole body tensed in instinctive expectation, looked up at the mirror, breathing hard - panting, really - as she saw her father's huge hands stroking the near-perfect heart shape of her uplifted bottom. Experimentally, Angela lowered her body, raising her bottom higher, presenting herself even more completely to Goliath. This must have been as hot-looking to him as it was to her, for suddenly she felt as well as saw his huge talons grip her bum tightly, clawtips indenting the smooth surface of her perfect purple skin, before his hips thrust forward, the muscles of his gorgeous body standing in clear definition as he filled up the inexperienced little female for the first time. This was enough to make Angela's eyes roll back into her head, and she plunged her face downward, eyes squeezing tightly shut as she felt inch after meaty inch of her father's massive cock slowly filling her up the rest of the way. Her arms resting on the backs of Elisa's uplifted legs, holding the human woman in place, her own fine-toned bottom thrust out in a somewhat more defined heart shape of her own, unbroken by the presence of a tail, Angela began to eagerly lash her long tongue over Elisa's bared, smooth-waxed pussy, and occasionally, in a spirit of daring and exploration, down to the human's tightly-clenching anus.

It was one of the most beautiful sights Elisa had ever seen. That was all that she could think as her eyes were fixed on that wonderful, beautiful gargoyle-cock surging forward, nice and slow after the initial penetrating thrust to push past Angela's fluttering cunny muscles, into the most perfect, gorgeous little quim that Elisa had ever seen. The difference in their sizes just made it all the more awe-inspiring, and Elisa couldn't have torn her eyes away even if she'd wanted to, even as Angela's juices pattered down on Elisa's cheeks and forehead. Finally, after a small eternity, Goliath's heavy sac, each testicle clearly defined and oh-so-heavy, bumped against Angela's inner thighs and the bottom of her smooth mons. Elisa gave a loud gasp at this moment as Angela, suddenly losing control of herself, sought to keep some semblance of sanity by eagerly, desperately, assaulting Elisa's spread and presented cunny like a starving man at a smorgasbord. The occasional teasing flicks of that wonderful, agile tongue against her winking rear passage galvanized Elisa into action, her own mouth closing on Angela's clitty, which was thrust out all the more invitingly by the immense distension of her tiny teen twat by Goliath's immense erection.

As Goliath ground his hips against Angela's cunny, he admired her rapidly-winking tailhole, gripping one side of her rump with one large hand, his other hand holding her tail near its base. A light tug made the inexperienced female's whole body tense up, stimulating a host of deliciously sensitive nerves up and down her spine which were completely lacking in humans. With Elisa, Goliath had been forced almost to relearn erotic anatomy from the very beginning, so different were human and gargoyle women in some key respects. But in other ways, he reflected in a moment of clarity in the midst of feeling Angela's inner walls clenching and rippling around his penetrating shaft, they were very similar indeed - all the best of ways, as far as he was concerned. That moment of introspection quickly passed as Goliath felt Elisa's mouth work from Angela's clitoris up to his sac, already dripping with the girl's juices, and then along the underside of his thick, purple shaft as he drew his hips back. All of Goliath's concentration now centered on taking his time, on making sure not to hurt the inexperienced female writhing beneath him, to blot out the intensely sexy keening and moaning that came from her as he took her, claiming her first clutch as his own. She was fertile, of course; it was one of those periods when even the most stoic of gargoyle females could so easily lose her mind with a strange, deep, animalistic need, primal and pure, with only the lightest nudge in the right direction. Of course, Angela also knew this, the same way that she knew the sun was about to rise. This was a savage thing, something Elisa couldn't have known about as she was seducing the inexperienced female, and yet Angela hadn't tried to fight it, hadn't tried to put her lead male off, as she would have if she'd not wanted him to be the one to fertilize her eggs. It was appropriate, in Goliath's mindset, that her first clutch of eggs should come from her father, since he would love them as much as he loved her, as well as her leader, with his duty to protect and serve the needs of all of his clan.

"H-harder, Daddy," Angela gasped out, lifting her head from Elisa's flushed slit for a breath, before looking back pleadingly at her father, breaking into his concentration just as he was pulling out once more. "Please. I need it."

What sort of a male could resist a plea like that? Goliath didn't even try, his hips plowing instantly forward, cramming his full length good and hard into her pulsing quim. Angela was only barely able to muffle her cry by stuffing her mouth with Elisa's dripping femmeflesh, which, in turn, made Elisa have to muffle her own scream of renewed orgasm by closing her lips tightly around Angela's clitoris. It was a chain reaction, fueled by Goliath's thrusting hips, his speed increasing rapidly, his hips colliding with Angela's, making a loud smack each time, making her tight buns wiggle slightly. The jiggle was only slight because Angela was doing her best to tense up her rump, clenching her cheeks together, all the better to hold that wonderful penis inside of her. Goliath was forced to fight against every inch, forced to use his inhuman strength to properly breed this teasing female. He'd been making love to a human for too long, and even with Elisa's wildcat ways in bed, he had forgotten the needs of the primal flesh, the savage side of gargoyle lovemaking. Even a human like Elisa couldn't withstand the full mating madness of a gargoyle male. But Angela could.

His eyes lighting with the battle fire, his lips curling back to reveal his ripping teeth as he roared in masculine dominance, Goliath's grip on Angela's tail and bum tightened, before he thrust forward and almost straight down, his tail lashing and thrashing as he started to pound the slip of a girl beneath him, the teasing tart who had dared to defy him, had tried to use her inner muscles to grip him, to thwart his efforts to breed her. She was his, and he would prove it to her, in true gargoyle fashion! Angela's high-pitched wail as she gripped Elisa's thighs so tightly it almost hurt told the tale far better than any words, her entire body stiffening, before a gush of her juices poured down Elisa's chin as the human woman did her best to eat out the orgasmically-overcome girl who was even then clawing the sheets to ribbons with thrashing hands and feet. Goliath's hand left Angela's rump to seize hold of the girl's dark hair, first pulling her head back, his mouth closing on her neck, suckling the sensitive skin there, making her cry out again, before he thrust her head downward with the same roughness, putting the younger female to work at pleasuring his human mate. Using her tail as a handle, Goliath held Angela's head in place with his other hand, his hips becoming a blur of motion, each thrust so hard it threatened to shake the plaster loose from the ceiling and the walls. Elisa's screams and thrashing beneath the coupling gargoyles let Goliath know that Angela was as overcome with passion as he was, and was putting that passion into action, as any true gargoyle warrior should, in this case on the human woman's bared, spread quim.

Muscles standing taut and firm in profile as Goliath's exertions began to peak out, the feeling of his daughter's fluttering cunny soon grew too much for the powerful gargoyle. With another shattering roar, Goliath slammed his hips forward, plunging his cock to the hilt in her gushing depths, even as he felt Elisa's hand stroke his balls in a final, coaxing motion. That was the final straw, and the mighty gargoyle chief's back arched, his balls tightening as he began to cum, his thick, potent seed pumping in a powerful gush almost straight into Angela's fertile womb, his sperm moving with inhuman quickness towards the clutch of eggs awaiting fertilization in her fallopian tubes. For several long minutes, Goliath continued to work his hips, grinding them against Angela's sopping, cumming cunny, making sure not to waste a drop of his cum.

Despite his recent exertions, Goliath drew his cock back, still as hard as the stone he became during the day. Elisa's eyes widened in eager excitement as she watched him stroke the still-dripping tip of his heavy purple cock upward, over Angela's perineum, and then press the glans against her tightly-clenching tailhole. Eager to assist, Elisa lifted her head slightly, even as Angela drew her tongue, which had been buried deep within Elisa's cunny to stifle the gargoyle girl's screams of orgasm somewhat, to look back questioningly at her father. The younger female's eyes widened as well, half in arousal and half in trepidation, as she realized where Goliath intended to put his penis next, but she soon began to relax as she felt Elisa's fingers enter her well-seeded slit, even as the human woman's tongue started to lick against Angela's anal opening, gently lubricating that snug passage, even as Goliath slowly eased his cock forward. The look on Angela's face as that enormous cock finally popped past her anal ring was priceless, her jaw dropped, eyes wide and facing forward, shock and excitement without a hint of pain, her cheeks heavily flushed. It was so dirty! Oh! but it felt so good as the huge male behind her started to move his hips once more, taking his time at first, as hypersensitive as she was right then, as susceptible to pleasure. With Elisa's mouth and tongue stimulating them both everywhere as it was, both Angela and Goliath knew they wouldn't last long. Angela bent forward, biting hard into her forearm, whimpering in piteous, helpless orgasm as she was struck once more by the overwhelming pleasure when Elisa started to suck on the swollen pearl of her clitoris. The smaller female's rump pressed flush with his hips as he rode her, driving down into Angela's upturned bare bottom, her tail draped over her back, her wings spread to the sides so that he could perfectly see every single line of tension on her youthful muscles, Goliath sped up, not resisting the urges upon him, not seeing the need any longer. Both his huge hands gripping the girl's tight buns firmly, loud slapping of stony flesh on stony flesh filling the bedroom, Goliath started to well and truly hammer Angela's perfect bottom, his teeth gritting as he snarled like a savage beast. Finally, his eyes clenched shut as well, their last sight that of his daughter driving her fingers into Elisa's pussy just as her head snapped back with an orgasmic cry of her own, before his vision went to black, the pleasure engulfing him utterly.

This was only the start of a wild night of passionate lovemaking. After many hours, as Goliath rested on the bed, Elisa showed Angela how to use a shower, and the two females, human and gargoyle, made love again there in the midst of getting clean. Finally, with only a few very scant hours remaining in the night, Angela, her body fresh-scrubbed and glowing with the post-orgasmic pleasure of her exertions that night, went to the window, her clothing held in one hand, still completely naked.

"I'll see you tomorrow night father, Elisa," she said with a smile, before opening the window and leaping gracefully into the air, taking flight with all the ease of her supple youth. The last the two lovers saw of her was a teasing flick of her tail and a hint of sleek teenaged rump before she was gone from their view.

"You know," Elisa mused as she leaned against Goliath, resting on the bed in sweet contemplation, halfway between tiredness and arousal, debating on whether she wanted to sleep or continue their savage lovemaking, even with the loss of one member of the ménage-a-trois, "you probably got her pregnant. I really ought to teach you guys about condoms."

"Condoms?" Goliath asked, blinking as he looked down at the slim, beautiful woman resting her head against his broad arm.

"Never mind," she giggled, lifting herself up and straddling Goliath's hips, rubbing her breasts against his chest as she slid down his body, reaching back to grip his rapidly-returning erection, holding it up as she positioned herself above it. "I never brought it up before because you couldn't get me pregnant. There wasn't any need."

"You mean 'didn't,' Elisa," Goliath corrected the human as she gave a slight wince of pleasure, easing the head of Goliath's cock back into her needy cunny. "Not couldn't. While rare, as there are few lovers between our races, I have heard stories of a few offspring of such unions. But we gargoyles can control our fertility. When the sun came up, I simply allowed my seed to grow as cold as the rest of my body. When the moon next rose, it stayed cold, even while I lived once more."

"What?" This took several moments for Elisa to process, frozen there, Goliath's penis inside of her up to the corona, just barely spreading her vulva open once again. "You mean, all this time...?"

"I did not want to create an unwanted burden upon you, Elisa," Goliath explained gently, one hand reaching out to gently stroke her flat, toned stomach.

"What about now?" Elisa asked. "Can you tell if I could have babies right now? I know I haven't had my period this month."

"You are...very ripe, dear Elisa," said Goliath with his normal candid honesty. "Just like my daughter. It is part of why I was so eager to bed you this night."

"Not all just for my benefit, I take it?" Elisa teased the massive gargoyle male, before leaning forward, resting her hands on his chest, her breasts hanging mere inches from his face, still only the head of his cock inside of her. "So, what if I wanted your babies?"

"Surely you are not suggesting...?"

"Mom's been getting on me about settling down with some hunky guy anyway," Elisa said with a grin, before settling back, taking Goliath's huge member all the way, his balls squeezed firmly against her tight tush. "I think we'd better do this a few more times, though, just to make sure."

"As you wish, Elisa," said Goliath with a grin to answer her own spreading across his oft-stoic face. "This should prove...another great adventure."