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Gargoyle Fantasies
By : SexyLizard
Category: +G through L > Gargoyles
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Disclaimer: Heavy angst and sexual content.
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Disclaimer:
I do not own Gargoyles. This is a work of parody created for non-commercial purposes.
I make no money off this story.

Author's Note:
I have experimented with a 1st person style in these stories.
It should also be noted that these stories are all stand
alone tales, they all take place in slightly different fictional universes.

The Villain

I know my enemies see me as the villain. I can see it in their eyes, in every line of their self-righteous faces.

I prefer to think of myself as an opportunist. Someone with the vision and strength to take what he wants when he wants it.

Just like my dear ‘father’ David Xanatos. Though in time I intend to prove to Xanatos and the world that I am so much better at it than him.

My ‘mate’ Demona thinks of herself in much the same way. At least when she isn’t thinking of herself as some sort of misunderstand hero or maligned messiah of the Gargoyle race.

The old female trusts in her time tested cunning and vast experience. She would never let a human use her without using that human just as ruthlessly.

But the truth is she is desperately lonely and pathetically eager for validation from another Gargoyle.

Demona’s loneliness and rage against humanity make her predictable and often quite blind to things going on right under her nose. It’s almost a public service to exploit such a person.

All I had to do was agree with all of her rants and nod at the appropriate times and Demona became putty in my hands. Though sometimes I grow tired of humoring her, I will be glad when I don’t have to bother anymore.

Still there are compensations.

Despite being ridiculously older than me Demona has a fine body, and is quite passionate after a long bout of celibacy. I love cumming all over her beautiful and oh so proud face, seeing my seed on her blue skin and knowing that that evil minded vixen is mine.

Of course Demona gladly takes all the humiliation and abuse. Anything to please her ‘loyal mate’ Thailog, anything to avoid being alone again.

Sometimes I can barely resist laughing in her face. I am going to be glad when I no longer have to pretend.

I think that such a time is almost upon me.

I no longer need Demona, thanks to the wonders of science, which gave birth to my magnificent self in the first place, I have a new mate. Someone just as beautiful and strong as Demona, without personality defects like her hatred or massive ego.

I have named her Delilah.

Genetic manipulation has given her soft brown skin, luscious white hair, large shapely breasts, finely sculpted limbs, and a beautifully feminine face. A vision of loveliness to satisfy any heterosexual male.

But Delilah has more than just a pretty face and a beautiful body.

I have included psychology, elementary science, mathematics, and numerous sexual techniques in her programming. Delilah is more than just a concubine or mindless minion; she will be a genuine collaborator and valuable assistant in all my projects.

A true helpmeet, to use the Biblical expression. Though I will admit that the dusty old men who wrote the Bible probably didn’t have someone like me in mind when writing that particular verse.

Or maybe they did.

The cornerstone of Delilah’s programming is blind loyalty (to me). Something that religious men of all times and places could appreciate.

Still just because I have a newer better version now, doesn’t mean that my old ‘mate’ is worthless. Demona’s beauty and knowledge give her value, regardless of how defective her personality is.

I would love to see them writhing in passion on my bed, with Demona’s blue skin sliding slickly against the brown sweaty body of my Delilah. Both of their voices breathy with desire, their eyes lit up the way that Gargoyle eyes only do in moments of great anger or lust.

I suspect that Delilah would like it too, because I programmed her to be bi-sexual and altered her hormones to make her more lusty and passionate than most Gargoyle males.

When I talk to Delilah I discover that I am right, of course. She would love to dominate Demona sexually. Though more to prove to herself and me that she COULD dominate the older and more accomplished female than anything else.

I listen in fascination as my Delilah outlines just such a scenario.

“First we would have to tie her down…Demona would curse and struggle the whole time but it wouldn’t matter if we acted quickly enough…then I would remove her halter top and caress her breasts….stroking the big blue nipples and calling her mama to add that touch of the perverse that Master loves so well…suckling her breasts while Master calls me her baby…Demona would continue to curse and scream so I would rip off her loincloth and stuff it in her mouth…using thick string or thin rope to hold the clothe in place watching as she silently and helplessly glared…but Demona’s anger would turn to panic when I touched her sex…touching her vagina just firmly enough to remind Demona how much damage a Gargoyle’s claws could do to such a delicate part of the body…the blue bitch would pant in lust and fear as I ran my deadly talons over and inside her throbbing cunt…knowing in that moment she belonged to me utterly…but Demona would begin to struggle in terror and mumble in protest as I brought my tail to her pussy…fearing what was to come…then my genetic mother would issue a long drawn out moan of pain and pleasure as I pushed my tail inside…owning her completely…and showing Demona who the alpha female is now.”

Those beautiful words spoken in Delilah’s sexy voice push me over the edge.

There is little more to be gained from my alliance with Demona. But continuing the relationship with me as the unquestioned dominant, oh that’s a different matter entirely.

Now is the perfect time.

The clones of my father’s Clan that Demona helped me create have proven their worth by defeating Goliath and his followers. Moreover the clones of father’s Clan have an even greater emphasis on loyalty to me in their programming than Delilah.

The only people nearby that Demona could call on to help her against me are my devoted servants or her own bitter and imprisoned enemies.

As Delilah and I walk to confront Demona I think about what I should do with my father’s Clan. Goliath and the other males will be killed of course, but disposing of the lovely Elisa Maza and the beautiful Angela like that seems like such a waste.

After all, just because science tells me that a male Gargoyle can’t impregnate a human woman or a female Gargoyle who is not in her Breeding Season, doesn’t mean that I shouldn’t test it myself.

Some things should be confirmed personally, I think with a grin.

Demona meets with me in a small confined room. The only ones there are me, Delilah, the large and powerful clone of Broadway, and of course Demona herself.

The old female’s reaction to seeing Delilah for the first time, who bears a close physical resemblance to her other genetic donor (by design), is predictable, but nevertheless highly amusing to watch.

“WHO IS THAT?” Demona screams in the homicidal rage that is perhaps her greatest personality flaw. It’s certainly the one that does the most to make her hard to live with.

“I am surprised you don’t recognize your OTHER daughter Demona…this is Delilah…the genetically engineered child of yourself and Elisa Maza…and a product of the same brilliant mind that created me.”

My announcement brings about the violent reaction I am expecting; nevertheless as I watch Demona charge at me with an expression of absolute rage on her face, I feel a tingle of unfamiliar doubt.

I am much bigger and stronger than Demona, but unlike her I have no spells of immortality to protect me. One slash across my jugular could end it all.

Then I hear the distinctive sound of gunfire and watch as Demona cries out and falls to the floor.

I turn in the direction of Delilah and see her holding the pistol I entrusted her with, handling the weapon with lethal competence despite her inexperience, and gazing down at the corpse of Demona with satisfaction.

“Good work Delilah…now tie Demona up before she revives…then perhaps we can explore some of your wonderful ideas” I tell the girl.

“As you wish Master” Delilah replies in the submissive way that a proper mate should.

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Gargoyle Fantasies	By : SexyLizard Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 8181 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Heavy angst and sexual content.

Gargoyle Fantasies