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My Salvation	By : sesshyluver Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 4454 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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She could feel his hands touching her, sliding across her body, grabbing at her breasts painfully. She whimpered in her sleep, trying to get the hands off of her. He slid his hand down, past her waist into her underwear, stoking her clit. She could hear him chuckling in her ear even as she fought him. She didn't want this. He wasn't the right one. He was evil. He was going to hurt her. She cried out.
“No...stop...let me go...no...no...NO,” she yelled, bolting up in bed. Wildly she looked around, searching for HIM. But he wasn't here. She was safe. Thailog would not be able to get to her. Taking a deep breath, Mirah ran a hand through her sweat damp hair. Another nightmare. Or should she say daymare? After all, her lifestyle of helping the gargoyle clan meant she slept mostly during the day. Not that it mattered. Either way, she wasn't getting enough sleep because HE was haunting her dreams. And not in a good way.
She kept hoping the dreams would fade, but they hadn't. The first week had been bliss. Goliath had stayed with her every night (day), just holding her. And it had kept the nightmares away. She had felt guilty. Eventually, he was going to get tired of coddling her. So, being the fool that she is, she let him off the hook. She thought since she hadn't been plagued by nightmares, that she would be okay on her own. But she wasn't. Knowing Goliath was there had helped her fight off her fears. Now that he no longer kept watch over her at night, she wasn't sleeping well.
Sighing, she got up and headed into the bathroom. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she had to cringe. She looked awful. There were big circles under her eyes, which appeared dull, and she was paler than normal. Oh well. Splashing water on her face to waken it a bit, she patted her face dry and reentered her bedroom. She grabbed a comfortable pair of jeans and a t-shirt, pulling her hair back from her face. Looking at her alarm clock, it read 8:05 pm. The sun would be going down soon, which meant the gargoyles would be waking up.
She began walking toward the castle roof. One thing she was grateful for was not hearing any news about Thailog. After the break in, Xanatos had update the alarm system. It now rivaled the Pentagon, which brought her a measure of comfort. And, Thailog had been quiet of late. While that worried her on one hand, it made it easier to get through the day-to-day because she was still too vulnerable to handle meeting up with him. Which is also why she'd been staying at the castle with Lexington during patrol.
Reaching the roof just as the sun made its descent toward the horizon, she admired the myriad of colors. That was one of the simple pleasures she got from living with the gargoyles. She got to view sunsets and sunrises on a regular basis. As the sun finally sank below the horizon, she heard the distinct crack that signaled the clan was waking up. While they had the ability to stay awake during the day, they didn't often use it. Part of what made them strong was the complete rejuvenation they received via being in stone during the day.
She was hoping to upgrade their medallions in the next couple of months to help with that. That way, they could remain animated during the day and still get the healing and rejuvenation they needed. But that kind of project required a lot of magic. So, she was slowly transferring magic to several items in the hopes of storing enough for the process. Only time would tell. As the last clan member awakened, Mirah grabbed Lexington and headed back into the castle, calling out to the rest of the clan on the way back in.
“Lex and I are heading to the computer room. We'll monitor stuff from there,” she said. The clan looked at her worriedly. They could all see the circles and paleness.
“I fear the lass is not sleeping well,” commented Hudson. While he viewed each clan member as family and loved them dearly, Mirah had captured a special place in his heart. He thought that if he'd had a daughter, she would be like Mirah.
“I too see that she is not doing well. Perhaps it is time I spoke with her,” Goliath answered, casting worried eyes toward the door that allowed entrance to the castle from the roof.
“Aye, laddy. That be a fine idea,” Hudson acknowledged.
The clan turned and set off on their nightly patrol. Fortunately, there was very little going on. A few minor crimes, mostly robberies that were quickly called to a halt. It was barely 2 am when the clan returned to the castle. Goliath strode toward the castle entrance, wishing to talk with Mirah as soon as possible. Reaching the computer room, he was surprised to find Lexington staring at a slumbering Mirah.
“She fell asleep about thirty minutes ago. I didn't have the heart to wake her. She looks like she's hardly slept lately,” came the soft reply to Goliath's questioning stare. Nodding acceptance, he stepped into the computer room and lifted her up. Each gargoyle's eyes widened when the small female snuggled into Goliath's chest, never waking.
Striding from the room, he carried her toward her bedroom, hoping that she would sleep for many hours longer. She needed it. Entering the room, he pulled the covers down, setting her gently on the bed and removing her shoes. He covered her and sat in a plush chair not far from her bed, and began to watch.
It didn't take long, maybe twenty minutes, when she began whimpering. He watched, hoping to find out what had been keeping her from sleeping the past few weeks. The whimpering grew louder, and Mirah began to shake her head back and forth. Her hands clawed at the covers. It was obvious she was having a nightmare, but he did not know what about.
“No...no,” she whimpered, thrashing around, “let go...LET ME GO,” she screamed. Bolting upright, she looked around the room, eyes unerringly finding him in the dark. He expected her to be frightened. But, he did not know how, she always seemed to know if one of the clan was with her.
“I'm sorry,” she says, blushing in the dark. His night vision could easily make out the reddening of her checks. She had nothing to be sorry for.
“I am sorry. I was hoping to find out what had been bothering you,” he began, “but you were sleeping. When did the nightmares start?” The question was not unwelcome, but she still felt butterflies in her stomach. She felt so weak, succumbing to her fears as she had.
“I...that is...well...after you stopped sleeping in here with me,” she finally admitted, her blush darkening. Goliath felt a wave of shame course through him. How could he have missed something so obvious? She had done fine the first week after her abduction, but had been getting steadily worse since. He should have stayed, despite her assurances that she was fine. He knew the only reason he'd given in so easily was because of his growing attraction toward her. Though it had started before Thailog had taken her, he highly doubted she would want another male's attentions after such a trama.
“Again, I am sorry. I should have realized,” he answered, somewhat at a loss for words.
“It's okay. You couldn't have know. I just...I just can't get the memory of his hands touching me to go away,” she whispered. Goddess, if she blushed anymore, they'd be able to fry an egg on her head. She needed to tell him. What harm could it do.
“Goliath,” she began tentatively, looking up at him. Seeing him make an encouraging expression with his hands, she bravely continued.
“I know...um...wh-what Elisa did to you and the clan. I...I've been attracted to you for awhile...but...um didn't...didn't want you to think I was like her. I just...could...please, make Thailog's touch go away,” she pleaded, eyes beseeching him earnestly.
“It doesn't have to mean anything beyond now, but I can't keep going like this,” she continued, looking down at the hands clasped in her lap. Goddess, she hoped he would understand. And if he refused, she hoped he wouldn't treat her differently. She was putting a lot on the line.
Goliath was surprised to say the least. Here he'd been fighting his attraction, when she felt the same. But would she really be able to engage in such an act with him? He looked and sounded almost exactly like the male who had attacked her. Would she not think that she was being raped all over again?
“Are you sure, Mirah. I don't want you to fear me, put me in the same category as Thailog,” he asked. He had to be sure. She was much too fragile right now to risk if she wasn't sure.
“Goliath, you and Thailog may be genetically identical, but you are nothing like him,” she replied, leaning forward with the depth of her conviction.
“He has nothing but evil in his heart. He lusts for power: monetary and over those weaker than himself. You only seek to protect,” she continued. It was imperative that he understand in her mind, Goliath and Thailog were not, could not, be considered remotely the same. He was still quiet though. The weight of her plea began bearing down on her. He wasn't interested. Or worse, he was disgusted.
“I...I understand. You don't need to worry about it,” she whispered. Goddess above she was an idiot.
“That's not it,” the male answered, making her head shoot up, “I just don't want to take advantage of you while you are still recovering from what happened.”
“Don't you see? I need this to help me recover. He stole something from me, Goliath. And I need to get it back,” she cried, tears filling her eyes. But she refused to let them fall. She'd cried enough over that evil bastard, and she wasn't going to do so anymore. She felt a gentle hand lift her face, meeting equally gentle eyes as her tears were wipe away.
“Very well. But we will go at your pace,” he said. She felt her heart leap. Finally, she would know what it felt like to experience sexual pleasure with someone she lov...was attracted to. Her brain skirted from the L word, knowing that right now was not the time to contemplate something so important.
“And Mirah,” he continued, waiting until she met his eyes, “this is not a one-time thing. What I feel for you is worth more than a casual encounter. We will have this night and see what the future brings us,” he finished. She nodded her head that she understood.
Goliath sat on the bed, legs slightly parted so Mirah could step between them, wings relaxed. She stood, coming to stand in front of him. Now that he'd agreed, she found herself nervous. Would he enjoy this? Goddess she hoped so. Gently, she ghosted her fingers over his brow ridges. They had fascinated her from the moment she'd met him. She heard him gasp and felt his hands hold on to her waist. So, an erogenous zone? Interesting.
She continued her careful exploration. She moved down his face, over his closed eyes, across his cheekbones. She brought her other hand up to gently caress both of his ears. Again, she felt him momentarily tighten his hold on her waist. She smiled. Next, she gave a featherlight caress to his mouth, gasping when he drew her fingers into his mouth and laved them. Who knew her hands were so sensitive? After he released her fingers, she continued trailing her hand down, leaving a cool trail where her still wet fingers had touched.
“Can...um...would you...uh...move back until you're resting against the headboard,” she asked, stuttering a little. He was so gorgeous. Quietly, he did as she asked, shifting until he was comfortable, with several pillows supporting his back and his wings relaxed. All that power...she thought. Slowly, she crawled onto the bed until she was between his spread thighs.
Sliding up his body until she was gripping his shoulders, she leaned in, bringing her lips to rest against his. Again, she felt his hands on her waist as he opens his mouth, tongues meeting and exploring. She groans with pleasure. How could a kiss be so erotic? She is barely aware as Goliath lifts her and settles her in his lap, legs wrapped loosely around his thighs. She can feel the beginnings of his erection, and it makes her shiver in arousal.
She grasps one of the wrists attached to the hands spanning her waist and brings it up to settle the hand on her breast. Immediately, he begins to knead. Her nipples pucker in arousal and his fingers find it, tweaking and rolling it in his fingers through the thin t-shirt and lace of her bra. She cannot help the moan that transfers from her mouth to his. They've been kissing for what seems like forever, barely breaking to draw in a breath. It's like a drug to her.
“More,” she breathes out, lost in the haze of sensations that Goliath is rousing in her. He complies, bringing both hands under her shirt to caress her through her bra. Again, he seeks out her nipples, rolling them, pulling, and tweaking them. Each sends a shot of sensation from there to her groin. She can feel herself getting wet.
Goliath's hands slide up, taking her shirt with them, slipping the material off and tossing it somewhere into the darkness of her bedroom. She returns for another kiss and quickly finds herself atop the large gargoyle. Sometime during their kiss he's managed to maneuver until he is laying on his back, her straddling his frame. Again she goes for his lips. She can feel that hers are becoming swollen from the constant pressure, but she doesn't care.
She smiles as he groans into their kiss, tongues melding and she accidentally rubs against his arousal. The second time is not accidental though. She is enjoying the power she has, giving him pleasure. She works her way down, kissing his neck and chest before coming to a dark nipple. She laves at the flat aureole before scraping her teeth across the puckered flesh. The loud groan and the feel of his erection grinding into her arousal cause and answering moan to leave her mouth even as she moves to torture his other nipple. The hands that have once again returned to her waist tighten.
Mirah gently rubs against his erection some more, but she soon finds herself on her back, Goliath looming over her. He sees no fear in her eyes, and he is grateful. He cannot continue lying idly by while she tortures his body. He takes the straps of her bra, pulling them down until her breasts are exposed. They are a rich cream color with a soft pink aureola, large enough to fit in his hand, but not so large as to spill over. They are perfect. He bends down, taking one of the succulent nipples into his mouth, suckling it. He releases the nipple with an audible pop before circling his tongue around it, creating smaller and smaller circles until he can flick his tongue across the peak. She arches up into the touch, gasping and moaning. It feels so good. He reaches his hands behind her back, finding the fastening to her bra.
It takes him a moment, but he finally figures out the mechanism for releasing the bra and throwing it in the darkness where her t-shirt has disappeared. He moves to give equal attention to her other breast, while his hand glides down and around to cup her bottom, bringing her around up to rub against his cock. They both groan at the contact. Releasing her nipples, he kisses his way down her body, sticking his tongue into her bellybutton. This causes her to giggle, and he smiles in contentment. He is happy that she is enjoying this.
Goliath reaches Mirah's jeans. He gently unsnaps them, bring the zipper down. He glances up for permission before removing the article of clothing. This is an important step. She nods her head and he pulls the jeans from her body. He brings his hand up to caress her through her underwear, moving to kiss her lips again. She jumps at the contact, not used to male touching her in such an intimate spot.

“It is okay, Mirah. I will not hurt you,” he whispers as we breaks the kiss. Tentatively, he moves his hand inside her underwear, stroking her clit and pushing a finger into her. She gasps, arching up at the unexpected, heady feeling. He lightly kisses her again before moving back to her breasts. He pleasures her with his fingers, adding another while his thumb strokes her clit. As he does this, his mouth once again feasts on her breast. She is beautiful succumbing to the pleasure, her cries music to his ears.
He wishes to taste her. He slides her underwear off, noticing they are soaked with her fluids. The thought of that causes a bolt of pure need to race to his aching cock. He settles himself between her legs, encouraging her to put her legs of his shoulders. Then, he feasts on the delicacy before him. He begins with gently licks from her opening to her clit. He is surprised that she has very little hair, but he knows that some females choose to keep themselves trimmed. He finds that he likes it. He continues his oral ministrations, plunging his tongue into her every so often. He scraps his fangs lightly against her clit, having to hold her hips down when she bucks up at the sensation. He then brings his tongue to her opening and begins thrusting within her in earnest, his thumb massaging her clit. It does not take long before she is crying out her release, and his tongue is flooded with her orgasm. She tastes amazing.
Goliath waits for her to come back down from her high. She gasps for breath, her body slowly cooling and nipples puckering even more from the sensation. He finds the sight riveting. Finally, she comes back to herself and looks at him. The looks very nearly makes him cum. Her eyes are so dilated that there is only the thinnest ring of lavender. No ocean blue to been seen.
“Take off your loincloth, Goliath,” she demands, sitting up on the bed as he moves to stand before her. He removes the belt that holds his loincloth up, throwing it into the chair he had originally been occupying. Then, he slides the cloth down his legs, freeing his erection along the way. He watches her expression as his lust is exposed. Her eyes are wides, but she does not look fearful. When she licks her lips, he has to consciously keep himself from lunging at her. This is for her, he reminds himself.
She gets off the bed, walking slowly toward him before kneeling at his feel. Another bolt of pure lust shoots to his cock. The sight of her staring so rapturously at his arousal is decidedly addictive. Tentatively, she grasps his cock, and he cannot help the groan of pure need that escapes him. Thankfully, rather than making her scared, she gets a wicked gleam in her eye. She licks the bulging vein that runs from the base of his cock to the head. Before she takes the head into her mouth, he gently stops her. She looks up at him questioningly.
“You don't have to do that,” he says. He knows what Thailog did to her, and he doesn't want her to feel like all males require that sort of pleasure. Although he aches with the want of it, he can live without.
“But I want to,” she answers before taking the head into her mouth. The groan he lets out is powerful, and he finds one of his hands has gripped her head, fingers tangled in her hair. He stops himself from just plunging blindly into her warm mouth, but it is a struggle. She begins sucking the head of his cock, releasing it to run her tongue around it and into the slit. It's a lot like eating a lollipop she muses. She can taste his precome, and finds it has a slightly sweet taste that helps offset the bitter. She likes it.
She gradually works his entire length into her mouth, some even entering her throat. She doesn't gag, which is good, because Goliath doesn't know if he could have stopped the small thrusts he was doing every time she took him back in. It was amazing to watch his length disappear into her mouth. Even several of the females of his kind would not be able to do what this little slip of a human is. She releases his cock, but before he can be too disappointed, she takes one of his balls into her mouth while gently massaging the other. All this while she strokes his cock. She then begins alternatively between using her mouth on his cock and his balls, hands keeping the other occupied. She is now bobbing her head on he length, rolling his balls in her hand. He can feel the orgasm coming. He stops her before that can happen.
“I want to cum inside you,” he answers to her questioning look. He guides her back to the bed, laying down once more on his back. He wants to feel like she has the control for this. He lifts her over his straining erection before slowly, oh so slowly, lowering her down. She takes him in inch by inch, the burn on the precipice between too much and just right. Finally, when she thinks that there's no way any more of him can fit inside her, she fells her thighs come to rest against his, his cock barely kissing something inside her. She thinks it's her womb. The thought brings another jolt of longing to her groin.
Goliath waits for her to adjust, looking to make sure she is not in too much pain. The need to lose himself in her is great, but he controls in with an iron will. When she begins to tentatively wiggle, he takes that as his cue. He lifts he a few inches before letting her slowly sink back down onto his length. Once she gets the hang of it, he releases her waist to bring his hands of to her breasts. Her own small hands cover his much larger ones as he kneads her breasts, occasionally rolling her nipples between his fingers.
He sits up, pulling her against his chest as they rock together, kissing her, tongue delving into her mouth. She tastes like heaven. He can feel his orgasm building up again. Knows that her's is too by the moans she lets out. Her head falls back as he rocks faster into her heat. He buries his own head into her neck, a hand reaching down between their bodies to massage her clit. Her breathing picks up, she's gasping for air, the crescendo rising. One more stroke of his thumb, and she's sailing over, crying out, muscles clamping down hard. He pumps into a few more times, the tight walls of her vagina clamping down on him like a vice before he's also tumbling over the edge, fangs sinking into her neck and drawing blood, heightening both of their orgasms.
He gently withdraws from her, taking her into the bathroom. He moistens a towel, cleaning both of them up before discarding it in the sink. He carries her back into her bedroom. Laying her down, he crawls in behind her, an arm wrapped protectively around her waist. She can feel the exhaustion weighing on her, but she doesn't fight it this time. She allows sleep to take her, and no nightmares come to haunt her.
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