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Gargoyle Fantasies
By : SexyLizard
Category: +G through L > Gargoyles
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I know I shouldn’t feel this way about her. She’s a different species and the wrong gender.
Its not something a good girl would do.
But sometimes it’s so hard to act like the good girl everyone thinks I am. The good girl everyone expects me to be.
I want to gently run my talons over her soft dusky skin, cup her firm little breasts in my clawed hands, and enfold her luscious body with my wings. Embracing her the way only a Gargoyle can.
On the surface she looks so weak and helpless compared to one of my race.
No claws, no fangs, slender body and soft skin, with gentle curves and warm eyes. So different from the strong body of a Gargoyle.
Yet with a deep core of inner strength, I have seen her stand up to and fight things that I barely dared to face. Despite supposedly being descended from a warrior race.
But the one I adore needs no claws or fangs to make her a warrior. Her determination, cunning, and courage give her more than strength enough.
That is probably what drew my father to her in the first place.
Yes, I desire my father’s woman.
It is madness I know.
She makes my father happy and I want him to be happy. He deserves to be happy, especially after my mother hurt him so.
He makes HER happy; I can see it in her eyes sometimes, even when I don’t want to.
Most of the time I am happy for them, for he is my father and she is my dear friend. They deserve that kind of intimacy if its what they really want.
But there are other times when I want to pull her out of his arms and shower her sweet little body with kisses, or even rip off the strange garments she always wears and claim her as my own like I saw a rutting male do once.
I like to imagine that she dreams of fondling my lavender breasts, of taking my hard nipples into her luscious mouth and ardently suckling. Sometime I even fantasy that she would eagerly bury her lovely dark haired head between my thighs if only we could get a bit of privacy.
I know I shouldn’t be having these thoughts. She is my father’s mate and I have a mate of my own.
He is a good friend and a sweet male who has always treated me with kindness and respect. When I felt like I had to choose a male I chose him.
But I never really wanted a male, despite the fact that everyone thought that I should. Took it for granted that I would.
Yet my own adopted human mother and my rookery sisters aroused more lust in me than any male. Feelings that none of them seemed to share.
However, it’s not my mate’s fault that I am different. That I am ‘deviant’ as some people would say.
He deserves a better mate than I can ever be (at least to him or any other male).
Because of my guilt I pretend to adore him and have sex with him whenever he wants it. But my mate is smarter than most people think, and sometimes I think he suspects that I don’t really enjoy his lovemaking, that I truly desire another.
Because I DO want her.
I want to strip off that jacket she always wears and the shirt beneath it, and then claw apart the strange thing she uses to lift and bind her breasts, kissing and gently nipping the soft flesh until she pants like a bitch in heat. Turn her over and pull down her pants and undergarments, nuzzle her womanhood and then kiss it until it weeps for me.
But I have no reason to believe that she desires any female. That she desires, that she wants, me.
Sometimes when she hugs or kisses me (always on the cheek, though I would love to feel her lips on many other areas) I grow warm and moist between my thighs, but I don’t think she does.

To her they are just gestures of affection, no more.
She desires Gargoyles, but not ones like me.
If I simply forced myself on her, she would probably not melt in my arms and confess that she wanted me all along, she was just afraid to take the first step, regardless of how my times I fantasize about such a scenario. My human friend would almost certainly find it traumatizing, it could destroy her. At the very least it would make her hate me and see my as monstrous.
A powerful lusty BEAST who cares nothing for the thoughts or feelings of others.
I couldn’t live with that.
So I live a lie, and play the role of dutiful daughter, loving mate, and good friend. Wondering how the loving God my adopted mother taught me to believe in could create me this way and yet give me no woman to love.
I would never tell my human mother this, but sometimes I hate God for making me feel this way, for making me miserable. While other times I think my Gargoyle mother is right and the humans just invented Him.
But I want to be the good girl I was raised to be, so I play the part, have the sex, and fake the desire that is expected of a female like me. Nevertheless, sometimes I slip.
This is the third time I have snuck into her apartment, and stripped off the blankets of the woman I secretly love.
She is naked beneath them.
I like to imagine that she is naked and bare for me, just waiting for my touch. But I know that she simply likes to sleep in the nude.
I look at her breasts, which seem larger without the concealing clothes she usually wears. I stare at the thick hair between her legs, so different from my own bare sex, and gaze into her pretty face. In sleep she seems so much more innocent and sensual to me.
Everything I have dreamed of.
The two prior times I snuck into her apartment to loving gaze upon her naked body I simply left afterwards. Having the wisdom or perhaps simply lacking the courage to go beyond the point of no return.
But I have consumed alcohol for the first time tonight, and my conscience is much quieter than usual. It cannot stop me this time.
I gently caress a thick brown nipple, being careful not to pierce the delicate skin with my sharp talons. My sweet one makes a small sound that I imagine is a gasp of pleasure, stimulating my own desire and making my eyes glow with lust.
What little inhibition I have left at this point is burned away in the fire of my desire.
I simply spread her legs apart and stare at her sex. Seeing that despite the hair it is a vagina like mine, that she is a female like me. Unable to control the impulse I kiss the area, pressing my mouth against her cunt as though I were kissing her on the lips. Losing myself in the sweet taste of her.
But now my beloved is waking up.
There will be no denying what I have done, not with my saliva upon her womanhood. She may hate me forever.
“Just let me kiss you then you can reject me…I just want to feel it once” I mutter to myself as I got on my hands and knees above my human. For some reason finding it vital to kiss her on the mouth before she could tell me to stop.
To kiss her like I had seen her real mate do.
As I lowered my torso down to hers my clothed breasts brushed against her bare ones. A physical sensation I drank in as though I were dying of thirst.
But it was nothing compared to kissing Elisa Maza on the lips, watching her open her beautiful human eyes and imagining (just for a moment) that I saw desire just like mine in them. Then she realized that she was kissing Goliath’s daughter and her expression changed.
*****
I feel soft lips against my own and a body pressing down on mine as I wake up. Thinking that it is my lover Goliath, surprising me in bed as he as done several times before, I initially return the kiss, but then I open my eyes and see something different.
The skin is the right color but the face is far less masculine and with softer curves than my lover’s, while the eyes are glowing a feminine (for a Gargoyle) red.
It takes my sleep fogged mind a moment to process what I am seeing but I when I do I pull my mouth away and gasp in confusion “Angela…what…what’re you doing?”
“Elisa.”
My name comes out a breathy moan and I can smell alcohol on her breath. When I look more closely I can see sweat on her brow.
“Soft” Angela says in that same strange voice as she reaches out to caress my cheek, her sharp talons gently trailing over my face.
I open my mouth to tell her to get off me and then she kisses me again. I’m so surprised that I don’t bother to close my mouth and her long tongue darts inside, running along my teeth and dueling with my own tongue.
Angela ends the kiss and pulls back a little, emitting a sound that might be a giggle.
~Oh God…she’s really drunk~ I think, as I stare at the Gargoyle. Trying not to panic as I realize that a drunken Gargoyle has me pinned down as she forces me to make out with her.
Something forces my legs apart and I look down my torso to see that its Angela’s own legs. I feel a stab of fear as I watch the Gargoyle’s thick tail move on the bed to brush against my groin.
For a moment it presses against my anus, and I’m afraid that Angela will sodomize me. But then she mutters “no not there” as it moves to press against my sex.

“NO ANGELA DON’T” I cry out as the thick tip of her tail gently thrusts against my vaginal lips, unable to keep a note of fear and panic out of my voice.
The Gargoyle moves away from me so fast that it takes me a moment to realize what she’s doing. Angela gets off the bed and then to my shock she smacks herself in the head.
“Stupid stupid stupid” Angela mutters to herself as tears run down her cheeks. Manically pacing the room as I watch in confusion.
I put a hand on her shoulder to get her attention and say “Angela what’s going on?…why did you do…that?”
I have to look up at the Gargoyle, but despite the fact that I am naked and unarmed I get the feeling she is the one afraid of me now. Angela closes her eyes and says brokenly “I hurt you Elisa…I am so sorry…I just wanted to…I need you…”
The poor girl can’t finish and collapses into a heap on the floor of my little apartment. Clutching her legs to her chest and crying as though her soul were dying.
I have never seen, never imagined, a Gargoyle looking so pitiful, especially someone as optimistic and strong as my friend Angela.
As I stare down at the Gargoyle I feel my anger and sense of violation melting away. Angela is clearly tormenting herself more cruelly than I ever would.
I get down on my knees by the Gargoyle and say reassuringly “you didn’t hurt me Angela…you just surprised me.”
“And scared the piss out of me” I think but don’t bother to vocalize. The girl is already upset enough.
“Angela what is this all about?” I ask softly.
Angela stops crying and looks straight into my eyes. A guilty hunted expression crosses her face, reminding me of a lot of criminals I busted as a policewoman. They got that same look in their eyes when they realized that they had been caught.
“Angela I deserve to know” I say firmly. Using the tone that I privately think of as my detective voice.
“But…but you’ll hate me…I couldn’t stand it if you hated me” Angela says pitifully.
“Angela I don’t even hate your mother…there is nothing a sweet girl like you could do to make me hate you,” I reply while at the same time thinking “though I really dislike the blue bitch.”
With lots of false starts and a great deal of stuttering, the drunken Gargoyle explains.
She tells me how she has always wanted women, how no male, not even her mate Broadway has ever really excited her. That she has watched me, wanted me, ever since we met, but she said nothing for fear of rejection. That she has never said anything about it to any female because her adopted human mother taught her it was wrong.
Afterwards I sit down on the floor by her head, murmuring reassuring nonsense as I gently stroke her hair.
In truth I am a little embarrassed, I pride myself on being a good detective but I didn’t even NOTICE that one of my own friends was sick with longing for me? I’m obviously not as smart as I like to think I am.
“I’m such a fool…a woman like you would never want someone like me…there’s no one for me out there” Angela sobbed, looking so pitiful I found it amazing that I was intimidated by her just a few minutes ago.
“Angela…”
I don’t know how to continue. There is no good way to tell someone your thinking about having sex with her because you feel sorry for her.
“What..what is it?” Angela asks, looking so vulnerable and hurt that I feel even more conflicted.
I have never really been attracted to other women, but the truth is I am a little attracted to Angela. Not because she is a female, but in spite of it. Because she is a Gargoyle.
Maybe it’s the thriller seeker in me, the same thing that attracted me to dangerous police work, but something about their strong bodies, wings, and fangs turns me on. I have even found myself attracted to Demona in the past when we were fighting, but I would never tell the arrogant hateful bitch that.
I stare down into Angela’s tearful face.

She admires and trusts me, probably more than she should. I’m not perfect, regardless of what Angela may believe.
I know that it’s a mistake and that I will regret it in the morning, but I lean down to kiss her anyway. Feeling Angela’s soft lips part when they meet mine.
She is clearly shocked at first and does nothing. But then she stops crying and returns the kiss, standing up and embracing me in her strong arms in one quick motion.
Angela lets go of me and then instead of taking off her clothes as I expect she simply claws them apart. Shredding the garments viciously.
As I watch her undress I question my own actions again.
Angela and I both have mates; if this goes any further we will be cheating on Goliath and Broadway. Besides I’m not gay, I know that I still desire males not women; at most I am bi-curious right now. I can’t offer Angela any sort of relationship.
The responsible thing to do would be to put a stop to this right now.
But as I look at Angela’s face and see the expression of eagerness, trust, and joy, the words die in my mouth. I can’t tell her that I just kissed her because I was curious.
Besides she’s beautiful.
Her breasts are large and shapely, the dark lavender nipples big and stiff; her ass is muscular and rounded, the tail complimenting rather than detracting from its beauty. She is so visibly aroused that I can see how engorged her vaginal lips are from here, the flesh inside moist and pink. But what really interests me are the things that she has never bothered to conceal.
Angela’s arms and legs are so muscular compared to a human women’s, ending in clawed hands and feet. Her pretty face contains sharp fangs, and her wings and tail give her an almost predatory (the prejudiced might say demonic) silhouette.
I would never tell my mom or dad, and it took me a while to accept it myself, but these are the things that make me hot and wet, and the reason why I chose Goliath over any human man.
I open my mouth to say something, even I am not sure what. But Angela doesn’t give me the chance.
Perhaps sensing that I’m having more doubts she silences me with a kiss. Clutching my body to hers possessively.
Her eyes are glowing a fierce red again, and I know that she could easily hurt me if she isn’t careful. The thought makes my nipples stiffen and the area between my thighs moisten.
My parents would be shocked and appalled if they knew the truth.
I don’t love Goliath because I think that he isn’t dangerous, I desire Gargoyles because I know that they are.
*****
I can’t believe my good fortune.
Elisa Maza is accepting me as a lover if not a mate.
Not wanting to give her a chance to change her mind I silence her with a kiss, and then carry her unresisting body to the bed.
She has a strange expression on her face, and under other circumstances I would ask Elisa if something was wrong. But I don’t because I couldn’t bear it right now if something was.
After gently laying my beautiful human down on the bed I get on top of her. Being careful not to crush her beneath my weight while simply enjoying the sensation of our flesh touching.
Elisa’s small body is so warm and soft, and she makes little panting noises as our bodies move against each other. Her nipples are stiff and poke into my breasts, and I swear I can feel heat coming from her groin.
It’s glorious, much better than any dream.
I end her moans with a kiss, using my tongue to invade her mouth and run over her blunt teeth. Exploring the exotic land of her human body with the zeal of a missionary.
Once I am done with her mouth I move down her body, kissing my way to Elisa’s dusky breasts and then taking a stiff brown nipple between my lips. Feeling my sex virtually throb as Elisa moaned my name in response.
As suckle my dear Elisa it occurs to me that this is not the first time I have nursed at a woman’s breast. My human mother told me that shortly after I hatched when she was holding me in her arms I tore apart the garment covering her breasts and took one of her nipples into my mouth. Fiercely suckling for a minute until I realized that her breast had no milk for me.
My mother found the story funny, an amusing bit of childish antics. But I never did, at first because I was simply embarrassed, and later because of what I realized it cruelly foreshadowed.
However, now that I have a woman in my arms, a lover of the type I actually want, I can see the humor in it too.

But I am so lost in the moment that I accidently graze her breast with my sharp teeth. Making a shallow cut near the nipple of her left breast.
I am horrified at my actions and open my mouth to apologize, but to my shock Elisa does not cry out in anger or pain. Instead she simply makes a deep sound of pleasure that I have never heard before.
“Elisa?”
She is panting heavily, and there is something strange and wild in Elisa’s eyes as she looks down at me.
“Goliath is always too gentle…I want more.”
It takes me a moment to process her words. When I do I gasp in shock “you want me to be rough with you?”
Elisa says nothing, but something about her body language tells me the answer is yes.
This is not what I had imagined.
In most of my fantasies Elisa and me went on a gentle voyage of mutual pleasure. Lust tempered by love and concern.
In the few fantasies I had where one person was dominant or rough it was always Elisa towards me. Tying me up, spanking me, and once even putting a strap-on dildo on and sodomizing me.
I never imagined myself as the dominant or aggressive one.
But I can’t stop now.

If this is what Elisa wants…
“Get on your hands and knees…ass in the air…bitch.”

I watch in amazement as the independent detective does so, baring her ass and sex to me without the slightest trace of hesitation or modesty.
I move behind her and squeeze her ass cheeks, squeezing so hard that my talons pierce the skin and my hands bruise the flesh beneath them. But Elisa makes that deep sound of pleasure again, so everything is all right.
Part of me is shocked at my own actions, I have always imagined myself as a caring and considerate lover. But most of my being is too lost in the pleasure of finally making love to Elisa to care how I go about it.
I roughly spread Elisa’s legs further apart, my crimson eyes studying her sex with the intensity of a predatory sizing up its prey. Then I lean forward and sniff it, my nose taking in the lovely scent of her arousal.
“Angela this is pretty extreme…maybe we shouldn’t…”
“Shut up” I say harshly, partially because she told me to be rough but also because I can’t bear the thought of stopping right now.
I extend my tongue and run it across her vaginal folds before putting it inside. The moisture I find in Elisa’s feminine center is the most precious thing I have ever swallowed, for it is physical proof that she really wants me. That Elisa is not doing this out of fear, pity, or anything like that.
I stare at her anus, which looks small and tight, wondering if Elisa has ever been penetrated anally. Amazed at my own perversity as an idea begins to take shape in my mind.

Pulling my mouth away from her sex, which is now glistening with my saliva, I place a gentle kiss on the forbidden orifice. Remembering how, according to Church doctrine, what I was about to do was a sin, even with a male you were married to.
“Angela what’re you doinAHHHH…STOP THAT STOP THAT…NOBODY HAS EVER…OHHH.”
As I push my tongue inside Elisa’s asshole the taste is horrible, and her protests give me pause. But as I move my tail to penetrate her cunt I discover that her sex is warmer and moister than ever. The tip of my tail easily slips inside as Elisa begins to thrash and moan frantically on the bed.
“OH GOD OH GOD….NO NO NO…Ohhhh.”
Elisa’s gasps and moans become louder and louder as I my tail sinks ever deeper into her body. I love the feeling of her tight warmth gripping my tail and would tell her so if my mouth weren’t busy.
But such a glorious moment can’t last forever.
Elisa gives an animalistic howl that would do a Gargoyle proud as she climaxes, her vaginal muscles squeezing my tail with punishing force. I know that the area will start to hurt soon but I don’t care.
It is a sign of Elisa’s desire for me, and I will treasure every bruise.
Unfortunately as soon as she orgasms my human lover seems to revert to her normal self. Saying in a strangely even voice “could you remove your tongue from my ass Angela?…its really uncomfortable.”
We get off to the bed and walk over to Elisa’s refrigerator. The boxlike machine contains nothing but cheese, beer, and pickles. I watch nervously as Elisa quickly downs three cans, drinking the beer she hands me more to wash away the taste of shit in my mouth than anything else.
The detective is looking at me in a measuring way, as though she were thinking hard about something. I’m afraid that I know what it is.
“Please Elisa…don’t” I say, unable to keep a note of fear out of my voice.
“Angela…this is wrong…I enjoyed…that…but I’m not gay I won’t leave Goliath for you…you deserve someone who can commit to you” Elisa says slowly. Her carefully chosen words hitting me like a blow.
“I DON’T WANT ANYONE ELSE” I say fiercely.
The sight of an upset Gargoyle would frighten a lot of humans, but despite my greater size and natural weapons, Elisa was the one in charge and we both knew it. I just wanted her to want what I wanted.
“Please Elisa…I just want tonight…the day is almost over…then I will never bother you again…we can pretend this never happened” I say desperately. Wanting at least that much time with my lover.
Elisa simply stares at me for a long time. Then she finally speaks in an odd tone.
“All right…you can have tonight but you need to promise me that you will tell Broadway how you really feel…then we’ll find you a woman who actually LIKES girls.”
I frantically promise, hearing Elisa mutter in a low tone I was probably not meant to hear as I did so “maybe one of those girls who were ogling you at that P.I.T. meeting.”
I ignored her words and simply picked Elisa up again, embracing her as a lover. Caressing her slender human body and raining kisses on her head as Elisa tried to maintain her cool.
But I didn’t plan to let her; Elisa said that tonight was mine, so I intended to enjoy it to the fullest. And do my best to make sure that she did too.
“Do you want me to still be rough?” I ask, wanting to please her as much as possible.
Elisa blushes and simply nods.

I get the feeling that she is embarrassed or even ashamed by this desire to be dominated sexually. It certainly doesn’t seem to match the image of strength and independence that she usually projects.
But I don’t think any less of Elisa for it. I love her all the more for all of her oddities and eccentricities.
I let go of Elisa and say in the sternest voice that I can “on your knees Miss Maza.”
My lust comes rushing back as Elisa complies. I have never really been in charge before, and having a lover that I have desperately desired for so long under my command is a heady experience.
I stand before Elisa with my legs spread, my groin at her eye level. I swear that I can feel the heat of her gaze on my throbbing sex, and I think that I could eventually orgasm just from that.
But I want more, so much more.
“Pleasure Me,” I command, my voice coming out as a deep growl that I barely recognize as my own as I stare down at my sensual prey.
The sensation of Elisa’s sweet tongue on my sex is indescribable, and I don’t want it to ever end. As she explores the most sensitive part of my body with her mouth Elisa uses the pinky of her right hand to penetrate my anus, perhaps as revenge for my earlier actions. Showing me that part of my Elisa will never be submissive.
The weird feeling of the human’s finger up my ass is almost more than I can stand, and I find myself babbling as I approach the peak of my pleasure.
“YES YES OH GOD…ELISA I LOVE YOU…OH OH GOD.”
It isn’t long before I climax thanks to Elisa’s wonderful tongue and devious fingers. Crying out like a banshee as I orgasm.
As I look down at Elisa I see a sensual smirk on her face. Telling me that even if she doesn’t feel the same way about me that I do about her, she is still satisfied by bringing me pleasure.
We make love throughout the rest of the night.
I make Elisa suckle at my breasts, explore my sex further, and even kiss my asshole the way I did hers. As near as I can tell she enjoys every minute of it, and appreciates my dominance. While I kiss and nibble every part of her body, from Elisa’s clitoris to the spaces between her cute little human toes.
We bring each other to orgasm at least half a dozen times each. Showing me that sex with another person can be greater and more wonderful than I ever imagined.
But for all her courage, beauty, and inner strength Elisa simply doesn’t have the stamina a Gargoyle does, and she eventually fell into an exhausted sleep in my arms.
I clutch her lovely form to me, embracing Elisa with my arms, wings, and tail. Resting my chin against the top of her head as I listen to Elisa softly breathe. Hoping this moment would never end.
I know that this intimacy between Elisa and me can’t last. Tomorrow she will probably go back to my father and I will go back to Broadway. And once she reveals my secret there will be questions, demands, and perhaps angry accusations.
But all that can wait until tomorrow.
For tonight Elisa is mine, and that is enough.

THE END.
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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