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Happily Ever After, and After	By : AlienEeeter Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 19141 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Okay, this is weird, but here it goes. I finished it. I know its been over 2 years, but I got stuck. Anyway, this is the last two parts, and I hope everyone enjoys. Sorry for the hold up.

Part 7

Elisa sipped wine as she waited for the sun to go down, hoping that being slightly drunk would help her get through the evening. She knew what she had to do. All of it. Goliath was so close to giving up from fear of hurting her. She had to prove to him that she was not the delicate little human he thought she was. She was waiting for him in the white underwear set. Looking in the mirror she could see the dark areoles of her nipples through the fabric. She smiled to herself--that was sure to get Goliath’s attention. She had also taken the time to properly shave herself for the first time ever. She had noted the gargoyles’ lack of body hair, and she was determined to be as gargoyle-like as possible for him. She traced her slit through the silk of her barely-there panties. She was soaking wet and ready.

She had two glasses before Goliath showed. Not normally a drinker, it helped make her lose and easy, her nervousness melting away. She unlocked the balcony and let him in, shivering at the coolness of the night air. She felt her nipples tighten and become even more noticeable. “Hey big guy,” she greeted him, going up on her toes to nip at his neck.

“Elisa. Where are your clothes?”

“You’re looking at them,” she said. “Do you want some wine?”

“Do you want any more?” he questioned, and she poured a third glass for herself and one for him. He sipped cautiously. “I wanted to talk to you.”

“We can talk later,” she said. “Right now I have every intention of seducing you.”

“Are you drunk?”

“Only a little,” she admitted cheerfully.

He set his glass back down. “You think you need to be intoxicated to be with me?” Elisa caught a tone of hurt in his voice.

“No, no,” she said quickly, putting down her glass as well. “See? No more booze.” Goliath growled and started back for the balcony doors, but she grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back to her. “I want you,” she said. “I want you to mate with me.” She reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his head down to meet her lips. It seemed to have the exact effect on him that she wanted it to, because her growled and pulled her close.

“Mate with you?” he asked, his mouth so close to hers.

“Right now. On the floor, against the wall, I don’t care. I’m dying every moment you’re not inside me.”

“I could hurt you.”

“I don’t care.”

His movements were fast. Elisa found herself being slammed none too gently against the wall behind her. His mouth captured hers, his kiss harder than any he had ever given her before. She had never understood the concept of bruising kisses in romance novels, but she did now. He raised a clawed fingertip and hooked it under the front of her bra. The straps dug into her shoulders as he pulled and the bra ripped open, her breasts bouncing slightly with their freedom. She moaned when he ducked his head to take a nipple in his mouth, teasing it to hardness with his tongue and then biting hard.

She cried out, not expecting pain like that to turn her on, but she was beginning to quiver with need. “Goliath, Goliath.” She muttered his name over and over again. He was hard against her stomach, ready for her. She fumbled with his belt, but she couldn’t get her fingers to work. He undid the buckle and let the loin cloth fall to the floor. She let her hand travel the length of his cock. Like stone, so much like stone…

“Elisa.” His voice was little more than a whisper in her ear.

“Go slow,” she answered. “Go slow, and if it hurts too much I’ll tell you to stop.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I want you to.”

For a moment she was afraid he would back away from her, but instead he slipped a hand between them and she heard a rip as he pulled off the new underwear. He wrapped his strong arms around her and lifted her up. Elisa felt his cock against her opening and that was as much as she could take, just feeling him hard and pressing against her. She cried out as she came, throwing her arms around his neck. He lowered her slowly, and in the throws of orgasm she was able to take first one inch, and then another.

Her muscles protested but she didn’t care, and he continued to push into her. “Stop,” she managed to gasp as the waves of pleasure faded and she felt the full pain of him inside her. She wasn’t sure how much of him was inside, maybe half. It wasn’t any where near as bad as the first time. She almost laughed. She could do this. They could do this. He didn’t move, her weight resting on his arms and on his cock while she got used to the girth. His eyes were wide--she couldn’t tell what he was feeling from his expression. “Okay,” she said, “Goliath, I’m okay.”

“I’m hurting you,” he replied.

“It’s a good kind of hurt,” she assured. “Please, Goliath. Make love to me.”

He withdrew with aching slowness and pushed inside her again. She groaned at the sweet pain. “Please,” she whispered again. “Trust me. I trust you--with all my heart.”

He did not move quickly, and he didn’t try to push any further inside her. After half a dozen strokes Elisa knew she couldn’t take it anymore, it hurt too much, but she could feel his arms growing tense, as rigid as stone. “Let go,” she told him. “Come inside
me.”

He thrust forward one more time, fast, and she had to bite back the pain as he sunk even deeper inside her. His growl as he came was almost a howl, and she felt him explode inside her.

****

Goliath closed his eyes as he thrust forward, not wanting to see the pain in Elisa’s face as he spilled his seed inside her. Not like this, he thought when he knew he couldn’t hold back any longer. I don’t want my pleasure to be her pain. But that pleasure was too great, and he had been waiting and wanting for so long.

He lost himself for just a moment, thrusting harder and faster than he wanted to, but she felt so good, so impossibly tight, and when he came he thought he was going to fall off a cliff that wasn’t there. He cried out and clutched her too tightly as he thrust again and again as he came, filling her in several bursts. He felt his strength leave his legs, and he sunk down on the floor, bringing Elisa with him.

He was very aware when she pulled herself off him--he never wanted to be separated from her body again. He opened his eyes when she cuddled up beside him, wrapping herself in his arms. “Are you alright, my love?” he asked her, feeling more love for her than he ever thought possible.

She nodded. “I will be.” She smiled a little. “Ouch.”

Goliath brought her close to his chest and kissed her face, tasting the salt of tears wiped away while he wasn’t looking. “I’m so sorry,” he said, burying his face in her neck and hair. “So sorry.” He didn’t want to look at her, but he didn’t want to let go.

“Hey,” she said, pushing him away and forcing him to look her in the eye. “Don’t be sorry. Don’t you ever be sorry.” Her voice was both desperate and commanding. He could only nod.

Elisa sat up and took off the tatters of her bra still wrapped around her. “Do you know how much this cost?” she demanded.

He never thought about things like that. His only thought, ripping off her clothes, was that he wanted her, so bad it hurt. “I’m sorr--” But she held up her hand, and he permitted himself to smile.

His smile faded to horror when he saw the spot on the carpet where she had been laying. There was a copious amount of fluid--his fluid--soaking into the fibers, but also streaks of red. “Elisa,” he said, his voice feeling very small. “You’re injured.”

She looked down at the blood on the carpet. “What? Oh. Oops.” Her voice was almost merry. “You did get little carried away there at the end big guy.”

“I hurt you.” He could feel his body recoiling away from her, but she held him close, kissed his lips when all he wanted to do was kill himself. He had promised never to
hurt her. His perfect, delicate Elisa. Too delicate to make love to a monster like himself.

“No, no,” she soothed like she was speaking to a small child. She ran her fingers through his hair. “You didn’t.” He watched as she slipped one hand between her legs. Her fingers came back wet, but there was no blood on them. “You see,” she said, and he caught relief in her voice. “I’m hardly hemorrhaging. All I need is a hot shower and I’ll be good as new.” She gave him a rueful smile that did not make him feel any better. “I need a shower in either case. A thousand years of pent-up frustration is…messy.”

Before he could think he scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the bathroom, the only feeling he had was an urge to fix what he had broken. Elisa laughed against his chest. “This isn’t funny,” he said, setting her down on the bath mat in front of the tub.

“You have no sense of humor.”

“I know.” Apparently she found that funny as well. She laughed as she bent over and turned on the water, and he eyed her round posterior, feeling a new rush of lust. He had no right to feel like that after--

“Get in here,” she said, stepping into the tub and grabbing his hand. He let her pull him under the hot spray of water. He was too large for the narrow space and they squeezed close together. Elisa leaned against him, closing her eyes and smiling as the water washed over her. “I feel better already.”

“I don’t,” Goliath admitted, but his shame did begin to lessen as he watched her soap up a wash cloth and run it over her shoulders and arms. She looked so happy…she didn’t blame him. And little by little, he began to feel better. He took the cloth from her and washed her breasts and stomach. He was gentle as he washed between her legs. “Are you sure--”

“Feel.” She pulled the cloth way from him and pressed his fingers against her wet flesh. It seemed so impossible that she was not torn or mangled. “I told you we could do this.” She guided his thumb to brush over a the hard bud of flesh over her opening, and gasped with unexpected bliss. Goliath stared at her, amazed that she could still feel pleasure after what they had just done. She clutched him under the water as he continued, with her urging, to tease her. She moaned and rested her head on her chest, and when she climaxed she bit into his skin, but he hardly noticed, instead staring at the beautiful woman writhing in his arms.

“You are amazing,” he whispered once she had come back to herself.

She looked at him, her wet hair plastered against her head. “So are you.”

******

Elisa turned off the water and got out of the shower on shaking legs, but she hoped Goliath didn’t notice. She hurt, quite a bit, but he couldn’t know that. She let him take care of her, drying her off and helping her into her bath robe. He followed her into the bedroom, which was where their union was supposed to have taken place. Most of the candles were burnt down low in their holders, some were out. The bottle of lube sitting on the bedside table might have come in handy… “What’s this?” he asked, sounding bemused as he surveyed the room.

“The original plan was to be romantic,” she said, collapsing on the bed and patting the other side of the mattress. He lay down on his side, not taking his eyes off her. “I liked the other way better,” she admitted. “I’m sorry for getting drunk. I was nervous.”

“I forgive you,” he said, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand because he didn’t want to not be touching her.

“Hey, didn’t you want to talk to me about something?”

“Not anymore,” he said, smiling. “We’ve consummated our relationship. Do you
know what that means?”

Elisa felt a thrill shiver through her body. “I’m your mate?”

“Until the end of time.”

Eventually Elisa fell asleep in his arms, and Goliath watched the rise and fall of her chest under her bathrobe. They had just done a terrible thing, but he didn’t care. He had come to dissolve their union before it was too late to do so. He knew Hudson was right, that a human and a gargoyle shouldn’t be together. But now he and Elisa were one, and the world had not ended. It was even sweeter for it.

He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent--spicy and erotic. It caused his cock to stir, but they wouldn’t be doing anything until Elisa had healed. He wasn’t going to hurt her again. She slept on and he watched her, too happy to care about the consequences of their union.

Elisa woke up to the sun coming up, finding herself embracing a stone statue in her bed. “We are going to be in trouble when you get home tonight,” she told his prone form, but it was with a smile.

*****

Part 8

I guess I should apologize for letting it go for so long…I was kind of in the middle of writing this when my bf at the time dumped me…needless to say I wasn’t in the mood to write sexy romance. I remember I’d started the ‘Elisa and Goliath finally do it’ chapter back then, but thankfully that was lost two computers ago, because it was really lame and boring. What I came up with this second time is much better. So arent you glad you had to wait two years? (that’s the part where you throw rotten vegetables at me).

Elisa kept checking on Goliath as she ate breakfast, fed Cagney, and scrubbed at the stain on the living room carpet. Sometimes she would move a certain way and she would feel a dull stab of pain between her legs, but it did not bother her. Instead her mind flooded with hot memories, and she would have to stop moving while she reined in her hormones.

Beth called at noon. She had told her sister about the planned seduction, but now that it had finally happened, Elisa seemed shy to talk about the details. “Did you do it?” Beth demanded immediately. “No, don’t tell me. I’ll come over. I’ll bring Chinese.”

An hour later Beth appeared with a plastic bag. “You did do it,” she squealed. “I can tell by the look on your face!”

“Calm down please,” Elisa said, taking the bag from her sister and setting it on the dining room table. She took out the white cartons and chopsticks.

“I can’t help it,” Beth said. “You just look so different. Less stressed. Younger.”

“I don’t feel younger,” Elisa admitted. “I feel…sore.”

“I bet. So tell me everything.”

“I will do no such thing!”

“Did you like it?” Elisa let a small smile escape. “I knew it. This is going to be so good for you--it’s been years since you’ve had a boyfriend--”

“Mate,” Elisa interrupted, looking down at her sweet and sour chicken. She wasn’t sure how Beth was going to react.

“What?”

“He’s not my boyfriend. Gargoyles don’t do dating, Beth. He’s my mate. Until the end of time.” She smiled as she repeated Goliath’s words. She looked up. Her sister was looking at her with her brow furrowed, biting her lower lip. A wad of noodles hung limp from her chopsticks. “Beth?”

“Are you married?”

Elisa shrugged. “I guess so.”

She expected a lecture at the very least, but Beth only jumped up from her seat and came around the table, hugging her tightly. “Congratulations, sis,” she said, and Elisa hugged her sister back. “Mom is going to be so mad when she finds out you got married without her.”

Elisa laughed. “The sex was the marriage,” she explained. “I don’t think Mom would have wanted to be there.”

“Now that’s the kind of wedding I want to have,” Beth giggled, taking her seat again.

“Don’t tell mom,” Elisa said, her thoughts turning to more important matters. “I think this matter is going to involve some level of tact…especially when she finds out I’m not going to be giving her any grandchildren.”

“Oh no,” Beth groaned. “With you shacking up with a gargoyle and Derrick being all…not himself, that only leaves me. I don’t want to get fat and have morning sickness!”

“You’ll just have to resign yourself,” Elisa said.

“So what happens now?”

Elisa answered honestly. “I don’t know.”

*****

Goliath woke with a roar, stretching his wings and knocking over a lamp in the process. He sat up, not used to waking on a soft mattress, but then Elisa tackled him, pushing him back down on the bed. “I missed you,” she said. She was straddling his waist, and he realized he was still naked. In moments he had turned the tables, tossing her on her back and covering her with his body. He wanted to take her at that very moment, but he remembered how hurt she probably still was, and settled for kissing her.

“You need to get back to the castle,” she said, and Goliath immediately grew
anxious. He got off of her to sit on the edge of the bed. “What is it?” she asked. She always knew when something was wrong.

“I talked to Hudson the night before last,” he said. “He suggested that maybe it is wrong for the two of us to love each other.”

Elisa’s smile disappeared. “That’s a horrible thing to say.”

Goliath shook his head. “Until I met you I would have said the same thing. It is possible I’ve done you a disservice, by loving you.”

“No. Never.”

“I will never be able to give you a child.”

“I don’t care.”

“I don’t even fit in your apartment.”

“So I’ll move to the castle. Who wants a dumb apartment anyway?”

She was rambling, but it didn’t matter. “Do you want to live in the castle with me?”

She paused, considering. “This place is rent controlled…it would be silly to give it up…but if Xanatos doesn’t mind another boarder…yes. Yes I would.”

“Then it will be arranged. I have to speak to the others,” he said with a sigh. “This isn’t something that should be kept secret.”

“Of course. Goliath--they will be okay with us, won’t they?”

“I hope so. He stood. “I should go.”

*****

Goliath flew home a short time later, knowing that the clan would be furious at him for disappearing without warning. As soon as he alighted on the castle roof Bronx came running to meet him, Hudson rambling behind him. “You’d better have an excuse lad,” he said. “Angela is worried sick. So are the others.”

“I’m sorry,” Goliath began. “I didn’t mean to not return.” He sighed, unsure how to go on. Perhaps his sigh said at all, because Hudson looked at him long and hard through his good eye.

“You’ve done something you’re ashamed of. Tell me what.”

Goliath felt a sudden flash of anger…all these emotions running through him, he felt like he was back in the rookery. “I’m not ashamed,” he answered boldly. “I took your opinion into consideration, I did, but it was wrong. I love Elisa. We mated last night.”

Hudson was silent for a long time. “Hrmph,” he said finally. “Well, I hope the two of you are happy.”

“We are.”

“No, you’ll both end up miserable.”

“We were miserable alone. Together we are one.”

“Aye,” Hudson said, resigning himself. “I know you are. I’ve seen it for a long time. I was just hoping the two of you wouldn’t.”

“I want to make Elisa part of the clan.”

“You’re the leader. She’s your mate. You can do whatever you please.”

“But I want your blessing.”

“Well,” Hudson said, his voice gruff as ever. “I guess you can have it.”

Goliath smiled. “Thank you, old friend.”

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” was all he said in reply, heading back inside to his television.

Angela was the first to return to the castle. “Goliath!” she exclaimed, running to embrace him. “What happened? Are you alright?”

“I am fine,” he told her. “When the others return I will explain.”

It took several hours before the clan had come home, waiting with little patience until all four of the young gargoyles were standing in front of them. They were young, he reminded himself. They could accept changing ways in which Hudson could not.

“I wanted to announce that we will soon have a new member joining our clan,” Goliath said.

“You’ve met another gargoyle?” Lexington asked immediately.

“Another girl gargoyle?” Brooklyn chimed in, sounding hopeful.

Goliath shook his head, deciding it would be best to just come out and announce it. “Elisa and I have become mates. I was with her last night.” He was greeted with stunned silence. The four of them stared at him, at each other.

“Can you do that?” Brooklyn asked.

“He’s the leader,” Angela shot back. “He can do whatever he wants.”

“But,” Brooklyn continued, “can you do that? Isn‘t there some sort of rule that says…”

“I bet there’s rules about riding motorcycles too, but that doesn’t stop us,” Lexington chimed in. “Goliath and Elisa--I saw that coming.”

“I think it’s wonderful, father,” Angela said.

Broadway was the last to react. “I think it’s weird,” he said. “But isn’t Elisa already part of our clan? I always thought she was.”

“Of course she is,” Lexington agreed, turning to Goliath. “So it’s official now? She’s one of us?”

“Yes,” Goliath answered, smiling. “She is.”

*****

One hurdle overcome, later that evening Goliath found Xanatos in his office. “Goliath,” Xanatos said, rising from his desk. “I suppose congratulations are in order.”

“Of course you already know,” Goliath said with a growl.

“You were standing right in front of the security cameras,” Xanatos said with a smile. “But seriously, I mean it. Elisa is a good woman. A warrior, just like you.”

“Yes, I know.”

“So what can I do for you?”

“Elisa wants to move into the castle,” Goliath said, hating that he had to ask permission for his mate to come live in his own home.

“Consider it done,” Xanatos said. “She can stay in one of the guest rooms until we set up a little honeymoon suite for the two of you. Perhaps in that tower you like to perch on? It wont be anywhere near the main house so the two of you can feel like it’s your own place.”

Goliath stared, surprised. “That would be more than adequate.”

“It’s the least I can do.”

“All the same. Thank you.”

*****

The next afternoon Elisa was hoping everything had gone well with the rest of the clan, when the phone rang. “Elisa, it’s your mother,” the other voice said when she answered.

“Mom! Hi!” Had Beth told her anyway? She had that tone…. “What’s up?”

“You’re coming to dinner tonight.”

“I am?”

“Your sister says you have something important to tell us.”

“Will you kill her for me?” Elisa asked faintly.

“I’ll let you do the honors. After you tell me what your big announcement is. Six o’ clock. Be on time.”

Elisa looked at the clock and shook her head. Two hours to prepare herself for explaining to her parents that she was mated to a gargoyle. That was going to go over well.

******

Elisa considered bringing wine, but decided against it. It seemed to make her giddy and bold, which was not the right attitude for such delicate matters. Beth was more subdued than Elisa thought she would be, and they sat through dinner in near silence, her sister speaking a little about school, her mother about her upcoming trip to Africa. They were halfway through the meal when her mother glared at Elisa. “So,” she said. “Your sister says you have big news.”

“Thanks for that, by the way,” Elisa said to Beth.

“You have to tell them sooner or later. I figured sooner was the best bet. I know you--you would have just dwelled and kept it to yourself.”

“Elisa,” her father questioned.

“Well.” She put down her fork and looked at her parents in turn. They were getting older and so was she, but she still hadn’t produced offspring for them to ooh and ahh over. Now she never would. It made her a little sad because she knew they both wanted grandchildren, which only added to her anxiety. “The thing is…I’m…in a relationship.”

Her mother’s previously worried face broke into a smile. “But that’s wonderful news. And Beth had us all worked up that this was some life changing--” her smile diminished slightly. “Are you pregnant? Elisa, is he the type of man to stick by and--”

“No, I’m not pregnant,” Elisa said quickly. “But he is the type to stick by. The thing is, he’s--he’s Goliath.”

The silence was absolute. Her father spoke first. “Your…gargoyle friend.” She nodded. “Elisa, is that wise?”

“What is that supposed to mean?” she demanded. “Goliath loves me--that’s all that matters.”

“It’s just…there is a prejudice against the Gargoyles. Not as bad as it once was, but it’s there. Your mother and I had a hard enough time of things…but he‘s not even human.”

“We don’t care,” Elisa said, surprising herself with a waver in her voice. “Please tell me you don’t care either.”

“We want you to be happy with whomever you choose,” her mother said. “If this is what you want, we know you’re strong enough to handle it.”

“Thank you,” Elisa said, deciding to broach the whole mating/married concept at a later date. Let them get used to the idea first. “We are very happy.”

Later, when Elisa was helping her mother put away leftovers, she turned to her daughter. “You seem very sure about this,” she said.

“Mom, I’ve never been more sure about anything my entire life.”

“I’m very glad. But…you and he aren’t…genetically compatible, right?”

She really didn’t want this conversation. “Mom, I’m sorry--”

“You can change your mind,” her mother said, talking fast. “It’s not too late. Elisa, you would make such a wonderful mother--”

“It is too late,” she said as gently as possible. “Gargoyles mate for life, mom.”

“And you’ve already--”

“Yes. We have.”

“Oh.” She turned her attention to the pan she was scraping into the garbage disposal.

“Don’t be sad when I’m so happy, please,” Elisa pleaded. “I know it’s a disappointment, but I’m not disappointed. I’m not.” She sighed. “You know if Goliath and I weren’t so worried about everyone else’s reactions to us, I could be ecstatic right now. I’m finally with the man I’ve been in love with for three years.”

Her mother smiled a little. “Okay. What I said earlier was true. As long as you’re happy, I am.”

*****

Elisa’s head ached when she left her parents’ apartment. “That could have gone worse,” she tried to tell herself as she drove to Xanatos’ building. The sun was sinking behind the skyscrapers when she got to the castle, but she was so high up it was almost as though she were looking down at the sun. Imagine living all the way up here, she thought, the wind blowing though her hair as she crossed the roof. The other gargoyles were lined up facing out at the city. She hoped they would accept her and Goliath. What would they do if they didn’t?

She climbed up to the tallest tower where Goliath stood alone above the others. She stepped up to the roof just as the last ray of light disappeared behind the buildings, and Goliath roared awake. Elisa stood back as bits of stone flew through the air. She hesitated as he dropped down off his ledge, wanting to run and embrace him, but unsure of the rest of the clan.

She approached slowly, glancing down at the others. They were all staring up at them. “Are we okay?” she asked. He gave her a grim look that melted immediately and her grabber her ‘round the waist, spinning her in the air. She laughed. “I take that as a yes.”

He set her down and pulled her into a kiss. Below them Lexington let out a yell and Angela started clapping. Elisa blushed at their audience--she had never kissed him in public before. “I think we need a little more privacy,” Goliath said, wrapping his wings around her. She felt safe and loved. She felt like she belonged.
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