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My Salvation	By : sesshyluver Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 4454 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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The clan landed on the roof of the castle, quickly hurrying inside. Brooklyn was the first to the computer room, and he stopped and stared in astonishment. The room was a complete wrecked. Computers and equipment were upended and thrown everywhere. Much of it was broken. There were only a few pieces, mostly near the central hub, that were unscathed. He heard gasps from behind him and knew the rest of the clan had arrived.

A corner of the debris began to shift, and Brooklyn crouched into a fighting stance, growling. He could hear the echoing growls of his clan behind him. It abruptly stopped when Lexington appeared, groaning and rubbing his head. There was blood running down his face from a gash in his forehead. Brooklyn rushed into the room, helping the smaller gargoyle to sit up, checking to make sure the gash in his forehead was the only wound. Thankfully, it was. And it was not as bad as it had appeared from the doorway.
“What happened,” Hudson asked, his brogue heavy with concern and anger. Someone had dared to invade their home. Had taken one of theirs.
“We both heard the alarm go off,” began the hesitant and pain filled reply, “Mirah was trying to locate the intruder. The door...the door just flew of the hinges. I-It...ow...slammed into the wall over there,” he continued, pointing to said door resting against the opposite wall. All eyes took in the distance between the doorway and wall.
“I saw him in the doorway. He was focused on Mirah. She couldn't see who it was yet. I lunged at him, hoping to distract him. He hit me, and that's all I remember,” he said. He was angry and frustrated with himself. He should have protected her.
“Lexington,” came the sharp command, making everyone look toward their leader, “you did the best that you could. Now we need to focus on how to find her.” Goliath came forward and put a comforting hand on the smaller gargoyle's shoulder. He knew that the male blamed himself for Mirah's kidnapping, but there was only so much he could do. Their focus now had to be on retrieving her.
“Well, if Thailog didn't take her medallion, it has a tracking device in it, just like ours,” said the technology loving gargoyle. When Mirah had given them the medallions they now all wore, she had made an extra for herself. While it did not work, she didn't have the same needs as the rest of the clan, it did have a tracking device. It might be their only chance.
“Good. Start trying to find her,” began Goliath, “The rest of you. We need to figure out how Thailog was able to reach this room so quickly. The alarm should have sounded as soon as he broke in. The door is too far away for him to have made it here so quickly without help.”
Just as he finished talking, the sound of footsteps reached the clan's ears. As one, they turned to the doorway and watched Xanatos step through. They could see his shock and anger over the damage done. Carefully, he walked among the debris, looking at the destroyed computers and overturned equipment.
“What happened,” he asked, the words sounding like a growl. Xanatos rarely lost his cool. To do so now meant he had not had any knowledge of the break in. Though none really thought he did, it was sometimes still hard to remember that he was on their sound now. Especially when something like this happened.
“Thailog broke in and took Mirah. We are not sure how he was able to reach this room so quickly after the alarm sounded,” answered Goliath. Sighing, Xanatos brought a hand up to his forehead, rubbing at the headache he could feel forming. 'Son of a bitch. I knew I should have changed that alarm system again.'
“I might know. The company who installed the alarm system recently discovered a defect. It is possible to delay the alarm up to sixty seconds. That knowledge was only known by a few, but I forget Thailog's skill with computers.” He slammed his hand into one of the tables, needing the pain that blossomed over his knuckles. This was his fault. That woman trusted him to keep her safe, and he'd failed. Worse, Fox was going to kill him. She'd taken quite a liking to the little female.
“We could not have predicted Thailog would strike here again. He rarely tries the same tactic more than once,” answered Brooklyn. Even he could see that Xanatos was upset and blaming himself.
“The question is, what do we do now,” said Angela.
“Lexington is working on tracking her through her medallion. Let us hope he can find her quickly,” answered Goliath. It had now been almost an hour since the kidnapping. Every second meant that Thailog could be hurting Mirah. They were all anxious.
Ten minutes later, the main computer console sprang to life. The image of Thailog appeared in what looked like a bedroom. They could tell he was somewhere in the city because they could hear traffic noise, but everything else was obscured by curtain covered windows. The dark gargoyle was laughing. Goliath could barely contain his urge to slam his hand through that smirking face.
“Greetings. It would seem that the chloroform our little human was exposed to is wearing off quicker than expected. Must be that gargoyle DNA she has,” he said, chuckling at the surprised looks of the others.
“Did you think I didn't know? I happen to be very good at hacking. Xanatos can tell you that. I know all about our little Mirah. She is quite something. I think I will have a lot of fun with her,” he mused, before reaching over and dragging something into view of the camera. They realized with a sick sense of dread that it was Mirah. She was obviously still groggy from the chloroform, but she was awake.
“She's quite beautiful, isn't she,” continued Thailog, raising Mirah's head up by her chin, forcing her to look into the camera. Then he tilted her head back and brought her chin down, forcing her mouth open. He brought his lips to hers, pushing his tongue into her mouth, and slowly exploring its depths. All the while, Mirah kept pushing weakly against the arm holding her head in place. But she was still feeling the effects of the chloroform. She was not more than a tiny mosquito battering itself against a lion. Finally, Thailog released her mouth, allowing her to take a gasping breath.
Unfortunately, he wasn't finished with her yet. He quickly positioned her in his lap, legs draped over his own, front facing the camera, with an arm holding her in place. He brings his hand up, grasping a plump breast and giving it a lustful squeeze. Mirah drew in a gasp, bringing her hands up to stop Thailog. But, just like with the kiss, she cannot get him to release her. Distracted by the hand fondling her breast, it takes a minute for her to realize that his unoccupied hand is at the fastening of her jeans.
“Such a beautiful body she has,” he continued saying, while deftly unsnapping and unzipping her jeans. He reached his hand into her pants, under her panties, to caress her clit. Mirah was getting desperate now, pulling and pushing with all her might to get Thailog's hands off of her. To add insult to injury, he has slipped the hand playing with her breast under her shirt and his playing with her bra now.
“I have to tell you, Goliath, she feels very good,” taunted the dark gargoyle. He chuckled as he heard the growls coming from the angry gargoyles' mouths. So much fun this was becoming. He glanced at the clock to his left, noticing the time. 'Ah, well, playtime is over.'
“I'll make sure to take good care of her father. But...dawn is approaching. Have a nice sleep,” he said before ending the communication, laughing. As the computer screen went black, Goliath could no longer contain himself and smashed his hand through the screen.
“Hurry Lexington. Thailog does not know we can stay animated in the sun now. We must find her,” he said, causing the small gargoyle to renew his frantic search.
Mirah tried desperately to get Thailog's hand away from her crotch, but was not having any luck. She knew that the worst was yet to come. Her only comfort was knowing that he was unaware of the clan's ability to stay awake during the day. And he hadn't taken her medallion. If she could hold him off long enough, she might still get out of this relatively unscathed.
With a yelp, she was tossed onto the bed behind her. Using her momentum, she tried rolling to the other side of the bed. She wasn't fast enough, and felt a rough hand grab her ankle, halting her motion. She looked back into the leering face of Thailog and tried to kick him in the face with her free leg. Again, he caught her before she'd completed her action.
“Come now, you know I'm going to get my way in the end,” he taunted, drawing her closer to him. She reared up into a sitting position, intent on punching him in the face. She may not be as strong as a male gargoyle, but she could stun him if she got a good enough hit in. Before she quite knew what was happening, Thailog had grabbed both of her hands, positioning himself so that he was sitting on top of her, pinning her thighs to the mattress.
“Now our fun begins,” he said huskily, reaching down to her shirt and ripping it from her body. Her bra quickly followed, leaving her breasts bare to his lustful gaze. She cringed away from his stare, but could not move to cover herself. She felt something being wrapped around her wrists, and realized too late that Thailog had tied her hands together with the torn shreds of her t-shirt. 'Shit, what do I do now?'
With her hands out of the way, Thailog reaches down and roughly kneads her breast, bringing his mouth down to her other one. He quickly sucks her nipple into his mouth, making her squirm with disgust. He continues to lave her nipple, running his tongue around the aureole while twisting the other between his fingers. She arches up into the touch, angry with herself for responding to the maniac above her. She then screams when he bites down harshly on the nipple in his mouth, sure he's drawn blood. Chuckling darkly, he risings up, looking down at her with lust burning brightly in his eyes. She looks down to her abused breast, and is slightly grateful it isn't bleeding.
“I am going to enjoy taking you, little human. And I will take you many times before this day is over,” he promised before giving her other breast the same treatment the first had received. By this time, Mirah is panting. No matter how much she hates it, her body is responding to Thailog's ministrations. She knows that it's just a physiological response to stimulus, but it still makes her ashamed.
Thailog eases himself off of her, and she takes the scant opportunity to try and wriggle away from him again. He just laughs and grabs her jeans, pulling them off her body. She had no idea where her shoes have gone, and the thought that he might have removed even that article of clothing while she was unconscious makes her cringe. He grabs her legs, forcing them apart and bringing her closer to his mouth. She has a horrible feeling she know what he's going to do. Sure enough, he rips the underwear from her both, forcing her legs over his shoulders and gives her a teasing lick.
Though she does not want to, Mirah lets out a moan at the feel of the tongue laving her labia. She bucks, trying to dislodge his head, but he merely holds her hips down with one of his hands while the other holds her bound wrists, effectively immobilizing her. He continues his torture, bringing her swollen clit into his mouth and suckling it. The stimulation causes her to writhe on the bed, moaning. Tears fall hotly down her face. She is angry, humiliated, and frustrated by her body's response to Thailog's stimulation.
“Please stop. I don't want this,” she cries, even as she can feel her orgasm approaching. The torture stops for a moment as the dark gargoyle lifts his head to look into her eyes.
“Your body would say otherwise,” he answers, before returning to his ministrations. He becomes more aggressive, pistoning his tongue in and out of her opening, mimicking what he will do to her soon enough. Try as she might, Mirah cannot stop the approaching orgasm, and bites her bottom lip hard to keep herself from shouting her release, even as her body bows from the pleasure racking it.
“See, you body knows exactly what it wants,” Thailog says, laughing at her panting form. He crawls up her body until he comes to rest on her chest. Thankfully, he does not put his considerable weight down on her. She would not be able to breath if he did. But the sight in front of her is just as frightening. Sometime during his assault on her body, Thailog had managed to remove his loincloth, leaving his erection free. She couldn't stop either the widening of her eyes or the gasp that escapes her mouth. He is very well endowed. Which, isn't surprising considering his size, but it makes her fearful nonetheless.
He draws her head up slightly while guiding his erection to her mouth. She knows what he is planing, but she refuses to let him. Stubbornly, she keeps her mouth firmly closed. She may not have been able to keep from responding to his touch, but she could refuse to pleasure him. Unfortunately, resistance was not an option. Thailog simply held her nose closed, waiting until she could no longer keep from drawing in a breath through her mouth. He quickly pushed the head of his erection into her warm mouth.
“Do not bite me,” he warned, “or I will make you suffer.” Though that had been exactly what she was thinking, she knew he would not hesitate to follow through with his threat. He brings her tied hands up above her head, holding them down, while tilting her head up. Then he begins fucking her mouth. He does ease himself in. Rather, he uses her mouth like his own personal sex toy, plunging in and out of her warm heat. He is pleasantly surprised that she has no gag reflex. It only makes him fuck her mouth harder. She can feel the tears trekking down her face.
He can feel himself getting closer to that precipice. The warm, moist heat of her mouth is exquisite. The fact that she is being held down and forced to take him all in even more so. Just as he reaches the pinnacle and is about to tumble over, he stops. He pulls himself from her mouth, somewhat disappointed that he couldn't finish, but he wishes to end this first time with her cumming deeply within her body, to feel her vaginal muscles squeeze him as he pushes in and out of her.
“And now for the grand finale...or at least one of them,” he says huskily. Mirah's eyes widen with horror, knowing what he wants. She suddenly turns into a wildcat, clawing and screaming at him. She fights with everything she has to get away from him, drawing blood where she scratches at his arms and chest. But it isn't enough. Sooner than she wishes, he has forced her legs open and settled between her spread thighs. He takes her bound hands and once again pushes them above her head and his other hand positions himself at her entrance. And then he starts. She can feel this massive, blunt thing entering her, pushing against her walls and stretching them. The burn is horrible, and she sobs as she feels each thick inch of him.
Thailog is in heaven. She is so tight that he knows he will not last long this first time. The sounds of her sobs only work to make him that much more horny as he slides in inch by delicious inch until he is seated fully within her body. He can smell the tang of blood and smiles in satisfaction at realizing she is a virgin. He withdraws all but the head of his cock, preparing to plunge back into her depths when the door to his bedroom is thrown open.
He freezes, turning to look at who has intruded on his pleasure and is shocked to see Goliath and his clan. He quickly pulls the rest of the way out of Mirah's body, turning to face the intruders. Goliath lunges for him, and Thailog is unprepared for the pure, unadulterated vengeance with which Goliath attacks him. He is thrown back against the far wall by the angry gargoyle. Before he knows it, he has four enraged gargoyles surrounding him.
Mirah heard a crash, and then Thailog was off of her. She rolled into a ball, curling in on herself. She felt a hand touch her. She let out a whimper of fear, quickly scuttling away from the touch, curling even further into herself. It was him. She knew it. The crash was just something simple, and he was back to finish what he started.
“Mirah, it's me, Angela,” came the soft voice. The feminine voice. She looked up into familiar eyes, and felt a sob escape her lips. Quickly, the female gargoyle had her wrapped in a sheet, covering her nudity from prying eyes. She was drawn into strong, caring arms, who were rocking her gently, telling her she was safe now. She clung to the body, looking around. That's when she spotted the others.
They had surrounded Thailog, who was backed against a window. Their eyes were glowing white hot with their rage. Even though they presented a frightening picture, she was not scared of them. They made her feel safe. They had come for her. She saw Goliath preparing to lunge for Thailog, and knew the clan leader was intent on murder. Somehow, she couldn't let that happen. Couldn't be the reason for him taking a life. And she so very badly wanted him to hold her in his strong arms. He was safe.
“Goliath,” came the soft voice, breaking him out of his murderous haze. It was all the opportunity Thailog needed. He slammed through the window, flying off into the night. Growling with rage, Goliath went to follow, but again, he was called by that soft voice. Turning, he met tearful ocean blue eyes with a ring of lavender.
Slowly, he approached the little female. She was shaking, he could tell that even from here. He knelt next to the bed, bring a warm hand up to touch her shoulder. That was apparently all the encouragement she needed, because he suddenly had a lap full of sobbing female. He gently stroked her back, making sure the sheet wrapped around her was held firmly in place, shielding her nudity. Carefully, he lifted her into his arms, surprised that instead of flinching away, she held on even tighter.
The flight home was quiet. Somewhere along the way, Mirah had stopped crying, and merely sat huddled against Goliath's chest, enjoying the warmth and safety he radiated. When they returned to the castle, Goliath brought her to her room, setting her down in front of her bathroom. She clutched the sheet tightly to her body, looking at him with luminous eyes.
“Will you stay, please,” she asked, looking lost and frightened. He was surprised that she would want a male anywhere near her right now.
“Perhaps I can get Angela...” he began.
“No! I...I want you to stay. I...she...you make me feel safe,” she finished simply. It wasn't that she didn't trust the other gargoyle, but Goliath had this aura. It said that he would protect you, keep away the nightmares, and she needed that.
“Alright,” he answered simply, moving to lay on the bed as she turned and entered the bathroom. She quickly came back out, meeting his questioning stare with a small smile as she grabbed an oversized t-shirt and underwear before once again entering the bathroom.
Mirah spent the next thirty minutes scrubbing her body to with an inch of its life. She shaved, washed her hair, and just stood under the warm spray after gingerly cleaning her vagina, small traces of blood still coming out. She had always hoped her first time would be with someone she loved, and that had been taken away from her. She could feel the tears threatening again, but she refused to let them fall. That bastard had taken enough from her.
Finally clean and dried, she exited the bathroom, a cloud of stream preceding her entrance. She walked to the bed, meeting the dark eyes of Goliath as she crawled into the bed. Quietly, she snuggled against the large gargoyle, bringing his arm around her waist and hugging it when she didn't receive a protest. She let his scent and the warmth radiating off of him lull her to sleep.
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