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Gargoyle Fantasies
By : SexyLizard
Category: +G through L > Gargoyles
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Disclaimer: Heavy angst and sexual content.
Chapter List
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Author's Note:
This is a sequel to MY FATHER'S WOMAN, and if you are unfamiliar
with that story (or the Gargoyles fandom in general) it will not make
that much sense. I know that I said MFW was a standalone story, but
I changed my mind.
Too Familiar Face
After my one glorious night with Elisa I was afraid that things would go back to normal. Instead they became worse.
When I told the Clan that I desired females, that I had never been ‘straight’ (to use the modern phrase) my father and my mate were shocked and appalled.
Broadway was convinced that I had just used him to hide my true nature, that our relationship had been nothing but a lie. Refusing to listen when I told him that I really did care about him and that being mates meant a great deal to me, storming off when he could no longer bear to look at my face.
My father and Clan leader explained that he did not think any less of me for desiring my own gender, saying that such things were far more accepted among Gargoyles, but that he was disappointed that I had lied to about my true feelings for so long. Unspoken but understood by both of us was that he was also disappointed that I (the only female in the Clan) apparently no longer wanted to have children with any of the Clan males.
Since that time Broadway has avoided me and has not spoken to me the few times we have met. He’s a sweet male and seeing him so angry and bitter at anyone, let alone me, hurts more I imagined it could.
For better or worse our time as mates, our marriage, is clearly over.
Goliath still talks to me but all is not right between my father and I either. He is not cruel or even rude to me but there is a coldness and tension to our interactions that was not there before. I have lost his trust, and I do not know how to get it back.
The rest of the Clan is not upset with me like Goliath and Broadway, but they are not particularly comfortable in my company either right now. I am not the Angela they thought they knew, and if I could conceal such dark secrets for so long who knows what else I could be hiding?
Nor I have seen much of my beloved Elisa over this period. She is busy investigating a series of violent murders and that has consumed most of her time recently. I pray that is the only reason I have seen so little of her, and that she is not actively avoiding me like Broadway.
I am afraid it might be for the best though.
The few times we have spoken since our wonderful night together Elisa has assured me that it was a one time event. Firmly denying the possibility that it could be repeated.

The one time that I tried to embrace and kiss her (on the lips) anyway, hoping to remind her of the comfort and pleasure we had given each other, Elisa gave me such an icy look that I wilted under her gaze, staring down at my clawed feet as the human that I loved left without a word.
Feeling uncomfortable and unwelcome at Castle Wyvern I started to send more time in the underground Labyrinth, where an alluring and surprisingly familiar figure caught my eye.
Delilah.
When I first met the genetically engineered female Gargoyle I didn’t really see her as a person. She seemed like nothing but an artificial THING that attacked on the whim of her cruel master. The fact that I was able to easily overpower and subdue her only made Delilah seem more pathetic.
But since then I had gotten to know her better, and realized that there was more to the young female.
Although very ignorant of some things at first (like ethics, personal responsibility, and the need to stand up for yourself) Delilah learned at least as quickly as normal humans or Gargoyles. Going through intellectual and social development in months that it took most human children and Gargoyle hatchlings years to achieve.
In spite of all that Thailog had done to make Delilah into his servile concubine, she was well on her way to becoming a well spoken, mature, and independent adult. Making her all the more attractive, at least in my eyes.
Delilah’s smooth brown skin, muscular yet shapely limbs, large firm breasts, slender waist and round ass all draw my gaze and linger in my imagination. I long to stroke her pale hair and touch her white wings, to grasp her big muscular tail and feel it writhe in my hands. But most of all, I can’t stop looking at Delilah’s face.
She has the features of Elisa Maza. Elisa’s nose, cheeks, and sweet mouth are all replicated on Delilah’s brown face, making her look like my beloved in Gargoyle form.
I know that Elisa and Delilah are completely different people. That aside from some shared DNA they have virtually nothing in common, but when I am completely honest with myself I can’t deny that the resemblance is part of the attraction.
However, what I feel is not logical or rational, and to a certain extent I don’t care.
The Labyrinth is dank and cold, being little more than a heavily renovated stretch of sewer that has become a refuge for the outcasts and rejects of society. But I like the place, because Delilah is there.
As the weeks pass I learn more and more about the artificially bred female Gargoyle. She has still not picked up most of the inhibitions that normal people have, and tells me the kind of intimate details about her life that most people would hesitate to share.
Such as the fact that even though Thailog is the only male she has ever been with, Delilah has had sex with human women and enjoyed the experience (though she won’t go into detail). Delilah also admits that she likes to masturbate with her tail, and sometimes fantasizes about the males and females who live with her in the Labyrinth.
Feeling as though I am pushing my luck I ask her if I am ever in any of her fantasies. Hoping for one answer, while dreading another.
To my joy, she says yes.
Delilah has admitted that she is interested in me, and I am sure that she has figured out that I am interested in her. I wait for days for her to make the first move, but nothing happens, Delilah continues to treat me as just a friend.
I eventually realize how stupid I am being, expecting a female bred to be submissive to take the initiative. If I want something to happen, I will have to MAKE it happen.
This is new and strange to me, and I still hesitate at first.
I ended up in bed with Elisa almost by accident, and whenever me and Broadway had sex my mate always initiated it. Seducing another female is completely outside my experience.
But I am tired of being alone, sick of settling, and sexually frustrated. If Delilah will have me I will gladly make her mine.
I search for a chance to be alone with Delilah, too shy and insecure to make a move in front of others. Eventually the perfect opportunity comes when we both get dirty cleaning and afterwards Delilah suggests that we use the showers installed in the Labyrinth.
Doing my best to seem normal and calm I say that we should shower at the same time to conserve water. Delilah agrees and we head to the makeshift shower stalls.
Once we get there and see that no one else is using it (thank God), Delilah immediately strips.
I can’t stop staring at her beautiful back, my gaze following its curves down to her luscious ass, her tail lifted as though to she’s trying to give me a better view. This is the first time I have ever seen Delilah naked and my eyes drink in every detail.
Delilah looks over her shoulder and catches me staring, smiling warmly as she sees the look on my face. Then without a word she turns on the showerhead above her, drenching her lovely body in warm water.
I strip off my own clothes as fast as I can, tearing my top in my eagerness to join her. Delilah is no longer looking at me and uses one of the bars of soap placed near the showerheads to clean her body, acting as though she were the only one in the room.
I step behind Delilah and gently put my hand on her shoulder, feeling the warm water hit my chest and torso, but more preoccupied by the growing warmth between my thighs.
“I was beginning to think you didn’t want me.”
Delilah turns around before I can reply and I get my first view of her naked front. Her brown nipples are stiff and to my surprise I see that her pubic mound is covered in hair as white as that on her head.
When I don’t react at first she gently grasps both my hands and places one her on right breast and the other on her left hip.
“Just do what feels good” Delilah says, with an ease and confidence to her manner that I have never seen before. I realize that something about this whole situation makes her feel better about herself, and that makes me feel better about this too.
I spend long time touching Delilah’s breasts, this is only the second pair I have caressed and I luxuriate in their softness. My other hand fondles her rear, caressing the area between her buttocks and tail, imagining all the lovely things I want to do with that ass later.
Delilah moans and her eyes glow red, telling me that she is enjoying this just as much as I am.
My nipples stiffen and sex throbs, knowing that I am wanted and desirable. I let go of Delilah’s breasts and grab her butt with both hands, pulling her to me, pushing our bodies together and kissing her sweet mouth.
For some reason the kiss seems to surprise her, but she quickly returns it, opening her mouth to let my tongue inside. I keep our bodies pressed against each other, loving the feel of Delilah’s breasts caressing mine, and the sensation our stomachs and legs rubbing against one another’s.
Delilah parts her legs and I put my right leg between her thighs, rubbing it against her sex, feeling the wetness and warmth of her cunt. As she rides my leg the younger female says my name like a chant, murmuring it over and over as I keep brushing my thigh against her pussy.
“Angela…Angela…oh yes…Angela…my Angela.”
I am so distracted by her reaction it takes my moment to realize what Delilah is doing. Only seeing the light when I feel her tail curve around my butt and press against my sex from behind.
I have never been penetrated by someone else’s tail before, and I open my mouth to protest. But before I can the tail pushes inside.
“OH OH GOD…IS THAT IT…OH YESSS.”
It goes inside, pushing my vaginal lips apart, touching my inner walls, and caressing my like nothing ever has before. It’s the most powerful sensation I have ever known, the thick tail seems to push inside me endlessly, filling me up in a way that no mere cock ever could.
“Do you like that Angela?”
I babble some sort of yes, too overcome by sensation to give a coherent answer. Then the tail begins to pump in and out of me, and all words seem beyond me.
It’s not long before the wonderful friction and pressure brings me to a climax, and I instinctively cry out the name of my beloved, the last one to give me such wonderful pleasure.
“ELISA.”
Delilah violently pushes away from me, and my unbalanced body falls to the floor. Dazed and confused, I try to get up, and see to my horror that Delilah is crying.
“You want her…everybody wants her” my lover sobs, looking at me as though I had just broken her heart.
*****
I feel like such a fool, a worthless, unwanted fool.
I thought I finally had something that was really mine, a lover to call my own. But in her passion Angela calls out ELISA’S name, not mine.
Its not my fault who I’m descended from, that I have no real parents, I CAN’T be Elisa Maza or even Demona, I don’t have their personalities, knowledge, or skills.
I HATE always being compared to my ‘mothers.’ Can’t anyone see that I am my own person, and not just an extension of Demona, Elisa, or Thailog?
Things were supposed to be different this time.
Angela was supposed to be MY friend, MY lover, but like everyone else she seems to prefer my human mother.
It’s too much and I fall to my knees, covering myself with my wings to hide from a world that has no place for me. Even though I despise myself for it, I can’t seem to stop crying.
For just one moment, everything seemed so perfect.
But now…
Angela kneels beside me and hugs me close, murmuring into my wing over and over again “I’m sorry.” Eventually I stop crying and pull back my wings to look into her face, seeing to my surprise that there are tears in her eyes too.
I’ve tried so hard to be strong, to be more than Master’s abandoned pet, a person in my own right. But as I stare into Angela’s eyes I can’t help whimpering brokenly “I’m not Elisa…I CAN’T be Elisa…don’t you want me?”
“I am so sorry Delilah…I know that you’re not Elisa…you deserve to be loved for yourself” Angela replied sadly, as she wiped the tears from her face with the back of her hand.
“You deserve…better than me” Angela says in a small voice as she stands up, an expression of growing resolve on her face.
“No!”
I throw myself at her feet, wrapping my arms around her legs to prevent her from going. I can’t stand the thought of being alone again.
Angela looks down at me kindly and brushes her talons through my hair as though comforting a child. I know I must look pathetic but I can’t help it, even if her loyalties are divided I don’t want my lover, my first real friend, to leave me.
“Let’s just talk about it…tell me how you really feel” I say desperately.
Angela sighs and then sits down beside me on the floor.
Desiring comfort and closeness I sit on Angela’s lap facing her, resting my head on her bosom as I try to calm down. Angela strokes my back and wings as I un-tense, murmuring sweet nothings all the while.
Even though our naked flesh is touching each other’s again there is nothing sexual about it. We are both too upset to be aroused.
“Males don’t…do anything for me…I like Broadway but just as a friend…whenever we made love I always thought of females to get myself aroused” Angela explained.
She seems to struggle with what she says next but eventually mutters “Elisa was my first female lover…it was wonderful…like you were just now…and I am so sorry but what we did reminded me of her.”
“You and Elisa were lovers before she became Goliath’s mate” I say in surprise.
“No…after…it was just once…I wanted more…but I wasn’t the one SHE really wanted” Angela replied, her voice full of bitterness and shame.
Elisa had cheated on her mate.
It took me a moment to process this idea; for ever since I had escaped the authority of my master my human mother had seemed so perfect, so much better than me. The thought that Elisa could lie and cheat like anyone else was a shocking one.
“So now you know why I shouldn’t be your mate…you deserve better than someone like that” Angela continued, and I realized that she had kept talking while I was lost in my own thoughts.
“No…Elisa was a fool to reject you…your good and beautiful” I say fiercely, mentally adding ~not like me.~
But some of my thoughts must have showed on my face, for Angela asked “what’s wrong Delilah…is it something else I did?”
“I have secrets of my own Angela…and if you knew them you would want nothing to do with me” I say bitterly as I pull away from her and stand up.
“What is it Delilah?...you can trust me.”
I want to trust her; this horrible secret has been weighing me down for as long as I can remember. It would be so nice to have someone that I could really confide in.
But I am sure that if I told her she would hate me, everyone would loathe me if they knew.
“I trusted you Delilah.”
That simple truth makes up my mind, no one else has trusted me the way that Angela did just now. Before I really think it through I open my mouth and the truth comes spilling out.
“The women that I mentioned earlier…mast-Thailog brought them to where he kept me until to was time to reveal my existence to Demona…and we had sex with them…most of them seemed willing but not eager…I was too ignorant to figure it out at the time but I think that they were prostitutes.”
“Delilah you have nothing to be ashamed of…they were the ones having sex for money not you” Angela adds in an obvious attempt to make me feel better.
“I don’t care about that…its how Thailog treated them…I was always as gentle as I could be…for they were clearly so much more fragile than me and my master…but master…Thailog…he was rough…very rough…one of them actually died while he was fucking her because master hit her too hard.”
“Oh Delilah” Angela says as she tries to hug me, but I quickly step away, wanting to say the worst bit before my courage deserted me.
“But two of them were not willing…they cried and pleaded to be let go…the sight of my master’s aroused body filled them with terror…but I touched and kissed them like all the others anyway…because…because master said that they didn’t really mean it…that it was all part of a game…and I believed him…because master was always right.”
I silently sob as I wait for Angela to condemn me for the role I played in the women’s rape, or to simply leave in disgust now that she knows how contemptible I am.
But instead she embraces me from behind, wrapping her arms and wings around me as I cry, holding me to her soft comforting flesh as I lose all control and begin to violently weep.
“Oh Delilah…he really messed you up didn’t he…it was not your fault…you couldn’t know…he was the rapist not you…and he was a monster for using you and those women like that.”
I start to protest “but I did all the-.”
“No…listen to your elders Delilah…guilt requires consent and consent requires knowledge…but you never knew what was going on…you thought it was all just an innocent mating game…that bastard even manipulated Xanatos…HE was responsible NOT you.”
Angela’s understanding and forgiveness catch me completely off guard. In a way it’s even more overwhelming than condemnation would have been. I was expecting that, but forgiveness bypasses all my rationalizations and other defenses and forces me to face my pain.
Angela holds me as I cry out all my tears, murmuring words of comfort and forgiveness, asking nothing in return, her presence alone consoling me more than I ever imagined it could. Once I am too emotionally and physically exhausted to cry anymore Angela continues to hold me, comforting me like a child, and I wonder if this is what having a real mother feels like.
*****
Many people who know me consider me a ‘good girl,’ someone who is sweet and loving. They would be shocked if they knew what I was thinking now.
The thought of what Thailog did to Delilah and those poor women makes my blood boil. I don’t just want that deviant clone to die; I want to see him suffer first.
But I keep all such thoughts of vengeance to myself, because Delilah is hurting, and the best thing I can do right now is comfort her.
I stroke and coo at Delilah as though I were comforting a hatchling, and for the first time I see something childlike and (in spite of all Thailog did to her) innocent about the younger female. It occurs to me that despite her physical maturity Delilah is only a few years old, if she had developed normally Delilah wouldn’t even be walking or talking yet.
I wonder if I am taking advantage of Delilah the way that her horrible master did. It might not have even occurred to Delilah that she could have refused me when I made my interest plain.
But Delilah clearly needs someone, and right now the only one available is me.
The best thing I can do is make this as comfortable and enjoyable as possible for her.
I gently lay my lover on the floor, watching her eyes as she looks at me questioningly.
“What is it?” Delilah murmurs softly, her cheeks still wet with tears. “Shhh” I say before delicately kissing away those tears, and gently running my tongue over the brown flesh.

This is the first female of my own kind that I have touched intimately, and I spend a long time lingering over Delilah’s pointed ears and brow ridge, kissing and fondling her face and ears, taking Delilah’s breathy little moans as a sign that I am doing it right.
I take a moment to stare into her crimson eyes, saying her name like a caress.
“Delilah…my Delilah.”
This is not about Demona, Elisa, or even me, this is about her now, and I want to make that clear to my new lover.
Moving down her body I take one of Delilah’s brown breasts into my mouth, suckling as ardently at the nipple as though I were trying to draw forth milk.
I love her softness. My mate Broadway had a lot of body fat, and Elisa was a soft skinned human woman, but Delilah’s body is soft in such a wonderfully different way.
She has sharp claws and fangs just like me; but her breasts, butt, and much of the flesh in between has such soft womanly curves, that I can’t resist tracing their shape with my eager hands and long tongue. Exploring this body so like mine as my excitement and desire intensifies.
I can tell by the sounds she’s making and the look in her eyes that Delilah likes it too. However, I am still getting too caught up in my own desires, so I ask Delilah “what do you want me to do?”
“My wings…touch my wings.”
I have never heard of wings being an erogenous zone for a Gargoyle, and stare at Delilah in surprise. However, this is about her preferences, not mine, so I begin to caress her white wings.
I normally don’t focus on wings; I find faces, breasts, hands, and tails a lot more interesting. But as I gently fondle and stroke Delilah’s white wings I see a beauty in them that no other body part has. Their so slender yet strong, thin and wide pieces of flesh that define Delilah’s silhouette and give her that distinctive Gargoyle ‘look.’
Or maybe my fascination is due to her reaction, if somebody fondled my wings it wouldn’t do much for me. But Delilah moans, groans, and calls out my name as I caress hers, her pleasure beautifully obvious.
However, I want to explore more of Delilah’s body, and think that she will enjoy the process too. I get on my hands and knees and crawl so that my head ends up between her legs, breathing in the intoxicating scent of her arousal.
As I place a gentle kiss on Delilah’s tender vaginal lips she cries out “What…no one has ever…oh.”
I am a little surprised, but in retrospect I shouldn’t be. Such concern for someone else’s pleasure would be out of character for a bastard like Thailog, and who knows what the whores thought of touching Delilah.
It’s up to me to show Delilah what lovemaking should be like.
I start by lightly stroking the area with my tongue, getting a feel for this sensitive part of my lover’s body. Then I simply blow on her pussy, pleased at how it makes Delilah shudder.
I rain gentle kisses on her intimate opening, being careful not use my fangs. When I think that her arousal is reaching its peak I push my tongue inside, licking and caressing her moist throbbing interior as Delilah cries out in passion, then withdrawing my tongue as her inner muscles clench around it painfully.
In the aftermath of her orgasm Delilah is tired and cuddly and I pull her to me, stroking her hair as she rests her head in my lap. Listening in surprise as she says “I love you Angela.”
I care about Delilah, enjoy her company, and find her beautiful and desirable. But I don’t love her, not the way that Delilah means, although I think that in time I could.
However this would be a horrible time to say any of that. Right here, right now, she needs to hear something else, so I say “I love you too.”
Satisfied with my answer Delilah rests peacefully in my arms, and I think I could fall asleep right here. But then I realize that we are being watched.
*****
I can’t stop watching them make love, looking on as they kiss and fondle each other’s lovely bodies. Wishing that I had the courage to try joining them.
Delilah.
Angela.
Even their names sound beautiful.
I’ve watched them ever since they came to the Labyrinth, but I don’t think that they have ever noticed me. Two winged goddesses such as Angela and Delilah wouldn’t be interested in a plain, skinny girl like me.
But I cannot get them out of my mind, I want to run my hands over their brown and lavender skin and caress their feminine curves. Kiss their claws and grip their tails, or perhaps even have them touch me with their cute little wing hands.
However, I doubt they would be interested; both of them have had male mates, so they are probably straight as an arrow. And even if they liked girls the way that I do, why would two gorgeous females like that be interested in a flat-chested white woman with no curves to speak of?
But I was wrong about one thing, completely and gloriously wrong.
When I came here to take a shower I saw them, intimately embracing as they pleasured each other, their lustful passion for one another undeniable.
I knew that I was witnessing a private moment, that the nice and moral thing to do would be to leave. But I couldn’t.
It was too beautiful.
So I hid in the shadows, watching every movement of hands, wings, and tails with hungry eyes. Gazing at their faces, breasts, backs, buttocks, and legs with growing lust, eager to see just how far they would go. Unable to resist caressing myself between the thighs like some sort of sneaking pervert.
Eventually Delilah came and then snuggled with Angela, both of them looking so cute that I had a mad urge to pet them (not that I would be able to stop myself at petting if they let me touch them).
OH NO.
Angela’s looking right at me.
*****
The girl is pale, blonde and skinny, dressed in little more than rags, her right hand buried between her legs as she masturbates. When she notices me watching her she pulls her hand out of her pants and looks at me fearfully.
I have seen this young woman around the Labyrinth before, although at the moment her name escapes me. But I am too shocked at being caught in the act like this for thoughtful analysis anyway.
Delilah pulls away from me and stands up, looking at the teenage runaway purposely. As she advances on the girl the peeping-Jane backs up until she hits a wall, stammering promises and apologies.
“DELILAH DON’T” I cry out, thinking that she means to hurt the girl.
But to my surprise she gently grasps the teenager around the shoulders and firmly kisses her. The human seems utterly shocked at first, but then she returns the kiss, eagerly running her hands over Delilah’s breasts and stomach as they embrace.
The girl doesn’t want to let go, but Delilah gently pushes her away as she turns to me and says “this girl isn’t like Elisa or the whores Angela…she wants us…she NEEDS us.”
As I look at the woman in question I decide that I have never seen anybody who appeared more fragile yet hopeful.
“Angela” the girl says, the sound of my name filled with hope and need.
As I approach her I decide that the girl is cute in a waifish sort of way, her small body and slender form making her appear even younger than she really is.
Now we are standing only a few inches apart, the fear and desire written all too clearly on her face. She is smiling nervously but looks ready to cry.
As I stare at her I can practically hear her thoughts.
Something will go wrong.
It can’t be this easy.
It can’t be this good.
That’s too dreadfully close to how I thought before my wonderful night with Elisa, and I bend down to kiss the human as much to silence those thoughts as anything else.
The human girl feels delightfully soft and small in my arms, eagerly kissing and embracing me back. As Delilah moves to join us I realize something important.
Maybe I can’t have Elisa, but that doesn’t mean that I can’t be happy, or bring happiness to others.
THE END.
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Gargoyle Fantasies