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Another Night, Another Kiss	By : northstar Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 43336 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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<> Another Night, Another Kiss <>
[AN] A Goliath and Elisa lemon one shot with some smut, romance, and humor. It’s set after Hunter’s Moon. I hope you enjoy! ^_^

Elisa watched the dying sun as its bronze rays painted her apartment in shades of orange. Her stomach was twisting itself into knots, despite the fact that she’d already fought her doubts and won.
she realized, then abruptly quelled the thought before it could spark more apprehension in her.
There would never be another chance like this. The entire clan was out of town this night-a trip to a nearby tourist attraction that Beth and Angela had co planned-and would be spending the day sequestered in one of Xanatos's holiday mansions in the country. As for Xanatos and his family, they were gone on a trip to Japan to look after one of Xanatos's corporations that had been foundering lately. The Wyvern castle was empty...except for Goliath.
Tonight was her night off, and barring a sudden resurgence of high crime that demanded the attention of every cop and gargoyle in the city, she and Goliath would be left to a quiet evening alone together. Alone, together, in his ancestral home. It was an atmosphere that promised great potential development between them, beyond the strong friendship they had already built.
She was nervous, excited, edgy. There was so much that could go right, yet could so easily go wrong. They had danced around the issue, pussyfooting around the fact that she was human, him gargoyle. The differences were all physical-mentally, emotionally, they were so alike that Elisa lost track of where she ended, and he began. It was a soul bond that could survive almost anything, except his rejection.
Goliath never pushed, never stepped outside of the boundaries that she unconsciously set. She returned his feelings, rejected any other male, and that seemed to make him content. The miracle of her love was enough, he said, and he hadn't asked for more.
What she wanted, what she was ready to explore tonight, might disgust and repulse him, driving him away. Her offer, possible only because of how much she trusted Goliath, was a type of surrender that would leave her completely vulnerable to him; an expression of her love that she hoped would show him exactly how much she cared.
A solid weight settled on the balcony behind her, and she turned to regard Goliath. He looked energized tonight, his form tense with a child's anticipation of a promised surprise. A confident smile lit his cragged features, one that invited her to share in his joy of the night, of the sky, of her. He held out his taloned hand to her, and she hid her uncertainty behind a bright smile of her own as she slipped her hand in his. He pulled her against him, holding her body against his a moment longer than was absolutely necessary before he scooped her into his arms.
"Hold on tightly, Elisa," he warned as he took off into the night sky.
She snuggled closer, placing her palm over his steady heartbeat. "I know you would never drop me," she replied, the sincerity of her tone clashing with the light, teasing note in his.
A frown flitted across his face, marring the gleam of humor in his eyes like a cloud across the full moon. He held her closer, the moment of silence between them broken by the deep rumble of his husky voice. "I would never harm you, ever," he vowed, stressing the last word with all the honor in his being.
A small shiver worked its way down Elisa's spine, and the last of her doubts faded away. She gave a breathy sigh that was tinged with unshed tears, and laid her head against his chest. "Thank you," she whispered, so that only he could hear.
His frown deepened, furrows forming in his forehead. "Did you ever doubt me?"
Elisa smiled to herself. "No," she lied. She turned her face towards the wind, enjoying the rush of air against her face as Goliath's wings carried them up towards the castle. A growl of contention rumbled through his chest, but Goliath let her white lie slide without comment.
He settled on the cold stones of the courtyard, started to set her down then thought better of it. Holding her tight, he strode towards the great hall, with its large fireplace.
Elisa punched him in the arm, protesting the treatment. "Hey! I can walk you know! C'mon! Let me down!" Even to her, her complaints sounded half hearted and Goliath's only reply to her sputtering was a deep-chested chuckle.
"You are dressed as befits a lady, and tonight you shall be treated like one," he stated as he set her gently into the straight back chair. He artfully arranged the folds of her evening gown and then scooted her chair up to the set table. Elisa marveled at the dinner displayed by the candlelight of the candelabra as Goliath caped his wings and took his place at the other side of the small table. The warmth from the roaring fire chased away the chill of flying and she looked up to meet Goliath's expectant gaze.
"Did you do all this?" she asked, wonder in her voice as she vaguely gestured all around them.
A satisfied smile curled Goliath's lips. "You like it then?"
"This is amazing! And sunset was only a couple minutes ago too!" Elisa gushed without meaning to gush.
Goliath's grin morphed into a slightly guilty look. "Owen helped plan this when I...asked for his assistance."
An intimate smile lit Elisa's face. "Still Goliath...you thought to do all this! It's perfect."
Goliath felt like his chest would pop from the way her words stroked his pride. He had succeeded in pleasing her and her look of surprise had been worth every moment of trouble Owen had given him. He watched the way firelight danced across her beautiful, familiar features, and wondered that after all this time, after spells and betrayal and the threatening extinction of his species, how he had been able to meet this generous, kindred spirit. She had taught him things about his heart that he had never known, had opened old scars and helped them heal so that they no longer ate away at his soul. When he needed a warrior at his back, she was there to guard him from harm. When he needed a friend, she was there to support him, to comfort him, to understand him. When he lost faith in himself, she was right there believing in him, so that he always found the strength to lead his clan. Looking into her eyes, he saw himself with all his faults and all his strengths reflected back. She accepted him for what he was, who he was, despite all his failings.
A warm hand covered his still one, and he saw concern mirrored in her dark, expressive eyes.
"Goliath?" she asked, seeking reassurance.
He lifted his other hand and set it on top of hers. "Do not mind me. I was merely remembering..."
"Remembering what?" she prompted, encouraging him to share.
"Everything. The beginning, the journeys, the kiss we shared-" he faltered and felt his face begin to warm. He had been thinking strictly platonic thoughts, but some trip of his tongue had included what he had been trying so hard to avoid thinking about.
A cattish smile formed on her lips, and she sat back to casually twirl her fork, playing coy. "Is that what you were thinking of?"
Her words challenged him, daring him to find a comeback, and it pricked his pride that he was the one who had to back down, less the conversation steer towards “that unmentionable subject.”
"My thoughts were elsewhere," Goliath interjected weakly. Her knowing gaze showed that she did not believe him, and he fought the urge to sigh. It was hard enough convincing his libido that it wasn't interested in Elisa at all, and trying to hide the fact that he was stirred by the sight of Elisa in such a flimsy, silken confection of fabric was next to impossible.
"Were they?" Elisa asked softly, something about her demeanor bringing his attention fully to her. "Then, if I offered you another kiss, you wouldn't be interested?" she continued, her voice devoid of all teasing now.
Goliath swallowed against the sudden lump in his throat, tried to find his voice, and swallowed again. A sudden blood rush to that region of his anatomy left him momentarily speechless and he fought to form an intelligent reply.
"Yes, I mean, no, I mean, I would be interested," Goliath managed at last.
The sound of her chair scrapping across stone was suddenly loud against overactive senses. The click, click of her high heels and the quiet shush, shush of her gown as she approached spurred him into action. He surged to his feet, knocking over the salt shaker in his haste, and unsteadily stepped out from behind the table. Nervously he caped his wings, then thought better of it and opened them to receive her. He looked down at her, and saw the naked emotions written on her face.
Her usual stoic cop mask was gone, replaced by the sheer force of her love that burned within her dark gaze. A tender, vulnerable smile curved her lips as she trustingly approached him. And there, caught in the flickering light of the fire, might have been first spark of desire in her expressive eyes.
Even as he recognized what that particular glint in her gaze meant, his logical mind was already denying its existence. It was not possible for a human like her, to desire a gargoyle like him. Her species feared his, called gargoyles monsters and tried to destroy them. It was enough that she loved him with a love that was loyal and protective even beyond gargoyle standards. They had each other, cared for each other, and were committed to each other. Even if she did desire him, she was more delicate than the newest hatchling, while he was a dominant male gargoyle in the prime of his life. No one, especially not a warrior like Elisa, would face such odds given a choice.
The brush of her skirt against his calves brought him out of his revere. Like a big oaf, he stood there dumbly as she reached up and tried to encircle his neck with her arms.
“Um,” she bit her lower lip uncertainly. “A little help, Big Guy?”
With a low grunt, he bent forward enough so that she could comfortably wrap her arms around his neck. Goliath brought his arms up, hesitated then tentatively returned her embrace so that his hands cradled the small of her back.
Her grip tightened, and her eyes fluttered close as she brought her face near his. Goliath stiffened as her breasts brushed his chest, as her stomach came in contact with the growing erection under his loincloth. Her expression never wavered, and she seemed not to have noticed the effect she was having on him. Goliath relaxed marginally, shutting his eyes with a conscious effort as he waited for her to complete the kiss.
Her lips were incredibly soft against his, their light touch enough to elicit a deep growl from him. Their first kiss had been too unexpected, too close to dawn, for Goliath to explore this new part of their relationship. His slack mouth firmed against hers as his arms tightened around her waist and he straightened, so that her feet dangled above the floor. His wings enfolded them so that it was just her and him behind a veil of indigo. Molding her lips under his, he deepened the kiss so that she would know, without a doubt, that she was his now and forever.
Possession. That was the one word for Goliath’s kiss. His lips were supple and demanding against hers as he took control, tilting her head back so that their mouths locked completely together. She felt the press of his fangs behind the soft flesh of his lips, and on a wicked impulse, she ran her tongue along its exposed tip.
The moist contact must have excited him, for Goliath shuddered once, violently, so that his wing flaps rustle around them. His arms tightened like steel around her middle, and ever so slightly, he parted his lips to give her access.
Boldly, daringly, she touched the tips of his sharp teeth with her tongue. She let go of his neck, supported by his grip around her waist, and cupped his jaw line with gentle hands, angling his head so that she could probe the interior of his mouth.
Tentatively at first, then with growing confidence, he touched his tongue to hers, seeking the warmth of her mouth. He tasted her wet palate, traced along the blunt edges of her teeth. Finally, he stroked his tongue along the length of hers, in a definite, un-retractable caress.
She broke the kiss, her cheeks heated with her excitement as she gasped deeply for breath. He must have scented her arousal, for he turned his eyes away to give her a moment to compose herself. She stared at him unabashedly, her look shy and uncertain as she traced his eye ridges with her fingertips. She fingered the bone spurs above his brows, then feathered her touch down the sides of his face so that she silk the thin membrane of his ears through her fingers.
Goliath shivered, and brought his gaze up to meet her eyes. There was no teasing or lightness in his mood now. He was completely serious, his dark eyes shining with the depth of his love and unfulfilled ache, coupled with his gentle, regret tinged smile.
He set her down carefully on her high heels, and brushed her hair away from her face with his knuckles.
“I thank you, my beautiful Elisa,” he said softly. He started to step away, already distancing himself from the moment they had shared.
“Goliath-“ she protested, reaching a hand towards him.
His eyes grew haunted and he purposefully avoided her touch.
“I am flesh and blood, not stone. These things lead to one end, a place we should not go,” he cautioned.
In defiance she took hold of one of his wing tips, capturing the delicate membrane between fingernail and thumbnail. Even as weak as her strength was compared to his, she could still do a great deal of damage to his wing this way. She had him effectively trapped, and he knew it.
“I’m not asking you to be stone, Goliath,” she began. She took a very large breath-as if getting ready to jump into deep water-and continued. “What I’m asking, what I want, is to explore what possibilities there are for us.”
Goliath reeled back in shock. His mind clouded, his reality narrowing down to one clear fact: she wanted to explore those possibilities.
He looked down at her, his gaze lingering on her red ripe mouth. Because he could not help himself, he reached out to touch those berry colored lips. He wanted to hear those words again from her, wanted to assure himself that he was not caught up in some new form of tormented nightmare of Puck’s devising.
“You…are sure? You…thought about this?” he asked, his tone fraught with disbelief.
She took his large hand in her two small ones and pressed her cheek against his open palm. She trembled slightly, her eyes betraying her vulnerability as her body tensed for his rejection.
“If you want,” she whispered.
He slid his talons through her ebon mane so that he cupped the back of her head. No words seemed sufficient to answer her bravery; indeed, he could find none at all. Instead, he kissed her long and thoroughly, conveying through his actions how much her offer touched him. One of his fangs must have hurt her, for the taste of her blood invaded his mouth. She gave a small whimper, and instantly he released her, setting her away from him by his hands on her shoulders.
Her eyes were large and liquid, like a child’s. Her lips were swollen from his kiss, and a small trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth. With a painful jolt, Goliath was reminded again of how fragile she was. Shame that he had hurt her clogged his throat and he cleared it gruffly. With one talon he wiped the blood away from her skin.
“Elisa, I think-“ he began, intent on denying her what she had asked for, though each word was like a stab to his heart.
Her fingers lightly captured his wrist. The feel of her tongue licking away her blood from his talon silenced him. With all the fussiness of a cat, she cleaned the sticky redness so that not even an outline remained. She looked up at him under her lashes.
“Don’t tell me no,” she half begged, half commanded.
Lust sank its talons deeply into the gargoyle, and his phallus expanded to its full growth. Goliath gave a nervous laugh that may have been tinged with panic. He took a deep breath to steady himself, and cupped her petal soft cheek in his palm.
“I could not, though I should. For your safety-“ he paused as she glared at him. “Perhaps it would be best if you did all the exploring.”
Her grin widened and took on a distinctively wicked look. Another flare of lust booted him low in the gut as anticipation twisted his insides.
“Wait here,” she commanded as she exited the room. She returned with an armful of cushions which she deposited before the roaring fire. She was already on her way out when he thought to offer her help. With a glance and a shake of her head, she reinforced her command. Somewhere along the way, she shed her high heels as she systematically stripped all the nearby rooms of their pillows, blankets, or other soft materials.
Goliath stepped back to make room for the growing mound. He watched with bemusement as she “nested,” making a hollow in the middle of her plush stockpile. She stood in the valley and held out a hand to him. With only a moment’s hesitation he gripped her hand and carefully stepped into her “nest.”
Her hands came up, resting palms flat on his wide chest. The look in her eyes was inviting, and this time Goliath kissed her oh so gently, allowing her to control the pace of the kiss. A soft sigh from her clued him in that he had done something right.
Her small hands began to wander, trailing across the width of his chest, down the corded muscles of his biceps, teasing lightly along his forearms down to his hands, where she laced her fingers through his.
“I love you, Goliath,” she confided. “I will always love you. But tonight, I’m being selfish, and asking for more. If you don’t want this, if you’re doing this for me, please say so. We can part tonight with a hug and a kiss-“
Elisa never got to finish her words as his mouth captured hers. His wings about her pressed her into him, so that the bulge under his loincloth nestled against her abdomen.
“I love you, Elisa Maza, and I, too, want this. Nothing could be more attractive to me than my heart’s desire,” he growled softly in her ear.
She broke away from his fingers, reaching up to hug his waist as his arms wrapped around her back and his wings shifted to cradle her close. There was no need for either of them to fill the silence as each enjoyed the simple pleasure of the other’s embrace.
Teasingly her hands roamed up to where his wings were attached to his back. She knew, quite by accident, that where the membrane met his flight muscles was one of the most sensitive places on his body. Deliberately she raked her fingernails over that long juncture.
Goliath almost leapt out of his skin, he was trembling so hard. Unbidden, a low growl/purr rumbled through him and his eyes shone white from the sudden surge of passion.
“E-class=SpellE>li-sa,” her name came out sounding like a threatening oath, like a promise of dark, dangerous, erotic things to come.
Goliath’s talons tightened convulsively, sinking into the weave of the satin, and Elisa realized that, if she wanted the dress to survive the night, it had best disappear now.
She disengaged herself from Goliath’s embrace, her easy smile reassuring him that she wasn’t having second thoughts. When she stepped behind him, he turned to keep her in front of him and she had to restrain him with a firm hand on his shoulder. Disgruntled, he stayed facing away from her at her unspoken request.
“Do you trust me?” she asked teasingly.
He caped his wings about him and replied with a stout “yes.”
There was the undeniable sound of the dress’s zipper, and the rustle of fabric as the evening dress pooled around her ankles. With a bit more of a struggle she shimmied out of her thigh holster and skidded it under the table, where it would stay out of the way. She laid a steadying hand on the middle of his back, then two. With a temptress’s wanton passion, she pressed her scantily clad form against his back, so that the twin globes of her lace encased breasts brushed against the sensitive skin between his wings. She watched in amusement as his tail began to twitch frantically and creep towards her ankle. She gave a mock squeal and cuddled closer to him. His tail pursued her and she caught it in her grip.
“How good is your control, Goliath?” she asked seductively, stroking with the tip. She gave the end a playful lick, then slid it into her mouth, sucking gently.
His tail muscles rippled convulsively. “I…do not know,” he replied honestly, his voice raw.
Letting go of his tail, she traced the curve of his spine with a finger, following the trail with her tongue. Beneath her he moaned and shivered, his hands balling into fists, but his control remained strong, and he did not turn and seize her. Her fingers found that touchstone spot between his wing membrane and his back muscles. There they teased and tormented as she nipped the corded muscle at the base of one of his wing arms.
He bucked against her slight weight, his strangled roar coming out as a hoarse bark.
She gave a low throaty chuckle. “Makes sense that you’d like it a bit rough,” she commented off handedly.
Her only response was an appreciative, frustrated groan. Encouraged, she tugged one of his wings free, bringing the pinion down and back for her inspection. She examined the part where the fingers and the webbing met to form an illusion of a spidery hand. With her tongue she probed the valley where membrane met flesh. The place between his second and third fingers elicited the most response out of him, and without preamble she bit down, sliding the thin skin between her teeth.
This time his roar was deafening and Elisa was morbidly glad they had the castle to themselves. She laved the bitten area with her tongue and gentled her caresses to butterfly touches. She worked her way down his spine, skimming her hands over his buttocks, to settle her hands on either side of his tail. She encircled it in her grip and gave a small squeeze. His reaction was encouraging. With growing confidence she straddled it, so that the softness of her sex was pressed against his tail and the firmness of her mound ground against the base.
The muscles of his back rippled as they tensed, then relaxed. Goliath started making that low growl/purr again, and the vibrations stirred her body so that her wetness seeped through the thin silk of her panties onto his tail. She pressed restlessly against him, the friction on her clitoris heavenly. She moaned deep in her throat, her arms securing her to him by clamping around his waist. Emboldened, impatient, Elisa sank her teeth into the soft spot between membrane and muscle she had only teased before.
He roared in lust filled agony, his tail lashing violently as his entire being quaked. The sounds of his heavy panting echoed through the room, and Elisa straightened, immeasurably pleased with herself.
“I’m doing this right, aren’t I?” she said more as a statement than a question. There was wonder in her voice, the thrill of success, and no little amount of female gloating.
He eyed her over his shoulder, his eyes glowing alabaster. His grin was confident and promised ample retribution.
“Let me show you how well you are doing…” he spoke, his tone edged with that growl/purr she was coming to recognize as one of his pleasure sounds.
Before she could protest, their roles were flipped, the adrenaline pumping through Goliath’s system giving him an edge over her. She was plopped hastily against a stack of pillows as his greater bulk leaned over her. One arm kept his weight off of her, the other hand threading his talons through her hair as he drank in the sight of her.
to house such a warriors spirit as she possessed.>
Gentle, he would have to be very, very gentle, so as not to hurt such a defiant, brave creature. As a reminder to himself, he leaned down and licked away the last of the bloodstain around her mouth.
The fire bronzed her skin to amber, leaving one side in shadow so that her breasts stood out in stark relief. Beneath the black lace of her bra, he could almost see where her nipples puckered and begged for his touch.
Half mad with instinct, still in control enough to know he couldn’t take it too fast, he buried his face in her soft belly, indulging in the scent of her arousal. Here at last was the recognition he needed as his more primitive side moved Elisa Maza from the category of “tempting rookery sister” into the permanent, singular role of “mate.” There was no going back to “friends.” For him, the commitment was now complete and binding. He would never accept another in her place as long as she still offered him something, anything of herself.
For a human male, that might have been a moment to panic, to back down and run away, but the gargoyle had foreseen this and had accepted the implications of such a moment. She had already forsaken all other males for him, and that was enough. It would be difficult to explain to her that the mating bond was the strongest, most intimate relationship that a gargoyle experienced throughout its life time. All hatchlings were raised by the group, so all clan was family, but not in the same sense that Elisa showed emotional attachments to her mother/father/sister/brother. There were the bonds between warriors, bonds between same year hatchlings, the bonds of sister to sister, and brother to brother, but none rivaled the mating bond. For all others, if push came to shove, the well being of the clan came before any individual. Only for one’s mate was it permissible and forgivable if that individual’s well being came before the clan’s.
His warm breath stirred the downy dark hairs on her stomach, and she stifled the giggle that the ticklish sensation elicited. Goliath growled low in his throat. That was not the reaction he was looking for. He nuzzled her, fighting the urge to bite all that fair skin. He traced a lazy circle around her navel with his nose. With a sharp, deep thrust of his tongue, he probed her belly button, earning a breathy gasp from her.
He smiled to himself. She wasn’t laughing now.
He drew away to look at her, searching for hints of fear, doubt, or loathing. Instead he found passion; her cheeks flushed with desire, her gaze pinned on him, watching expectantly to see what he would do next. Her dark hair tumbled freely around her face, framing it in a black cascade of waves. She looked delectable, tempting, and oh so tiny.
He covered her lower thigh with his large hand and moved it slowly upward, studying her face, waiting for her to flinch. His hand rested on her hip, paused, then continued upward so that her ribcage was beneath his talons.
“I could hurt you greatly, my Elisa,” he challenged like a willful child who just had to test the limits.
She pressed a kiss to the underside of his chin, then teasingly nipped that softer hide, knowing now that he liked a generous use of teeth. His breathing hitched for a second.
“You said you would never harm me, ever,” she repeated his promise like a prayer.
His eyes traveled down her body, then came back up to meet hers. His gaze, when he looked back up, was very frank. “There is great size difference between us, and not to your favor. Yet you would trust me in this?”
Her smile was heart wrenchingly beautiful as she regarded him without fear. “Yes,” she replied simply.
He felt humbled by her faith, tears clogging in his throat as one made its way down his cheek to anoint her hand. He brushed his thumb over her breast, and her look of tenderness turned into one of sensual delight as his pad circled her erect nipple through the cloth. His large hand easily lifted her back off of the pillows as he unclasp her bra with his clever tail. He laid her down, his talon tracing a delicate path from the hollow of her throat to the hollow between her breasts. He hooked a finger under the middle of her bra and tugged, separating the lace from her bronzed skin. His eyes widened at the sight of her two perfect peaks, each topped with a dusky nipple.
he reminded himself. <I cannot betray her trust.>
He removed the bra from her shoulders and arms with her help, momentarily glancing away as he placed the article of clothing on the stone floor. When he turned back, her arms were crossed self consciously across her breasts. Her face was bright red, and she refused to meet his gaze.
His hand encircled her wrist, but he did not try to muscle it out of his way. Patiently he ghosted his thumb over the racing pulse of her vein.
“Is something the matter?” he asked.
“I…You…I’m not…gargoyle,” she finished lamely.
He smiled, relieved that that was all that bothered her. After a moment’s struggle, she let him lift her arm away. With his tail he moved the other one, so that she lay bare to him again. She was still, waiting for his reaction. He bent down and laid a kiss over her heart, above her left breast.
“Here, is what is important. Here, is where your strength lies,” he told her softly. His eyes strayed to her naked bosom and began to glow. “And I cannot say that I am not pleased by what I see.”
His head descended towards her left peak. “To the contrary, I am very pleased,” he rumbled deeply as his lips closed around her nipple.
The first contact of his heated mouth was like being shocked with those paddles they had used to restart her heart, except in a very, very good way. Her fingers found their way into his hair, massaging his scalp in erotic circles. He suckled her, making her spine arch as she offered herself to him, her movement an unspoken plea for more. Her grip on his skull was impressive, even by gargoyle standards, and he rewarded her with a low purr. His growl thrummed through her being so that all her nerve endings down to her little toes came alive.
She forgot to breath, choked, and sighed a very airy “oh my.”
Goliath’s smirk was muffled against her silken skin. He turned his attention to her other breast, loath to neglect such a delectable feast. Her throaty keen was sweet and sensual, like the cooing of a dove. Compared to the shrieking screams of a mating female, it was the purest, clearest chiming of a silver bell. And her skin, sun-kissed satin underneath his hands, put the wind roughened hide of any gargoyle to shame. The taste of her, as smooth as rich chocolate milk and slightly salty, was like nothing he had experienced before. He understood now why mortals who had taken fey lovers scorned their own kind. Having once tasted ambrosia, who would desire earthly food?
The same was true about Elisa. Once he had her, why would he want another? She was warrior and worthy mate compressed into a form that was soft and round and petite, in all ways feminine. Being with her made him feel strong, male, proud; all the perfect counterparts. It was when he was around her that he felt the strongest need to be a protector, and the greatest joy in fulfilling that role.
His brow furrowed. This night would change everything. He’d have to guard her closely, more closely than before. He would have to place restrictions, ones she would not like—
Her small white teeth closed around his ear tip, sending bright bursts of pain/pleasure spiraling through him. He jerked, carrying her with him, as a small “class=SpellE>ouuuuh” croon, similar to Bronx’s sound, escaped from him.
“class=SpellE>Wha-“ he mumbled in surprise.
She leaned back to regard him speculatively, her eyes cool and lucrative despite her state.
“You were getting that look in your eyes,” she said by way of explanation.
Which explained nothing to Goliath, and he said as much. “What look would that be?”
“The “cuddle the defenseless female” look. Really, Goliath, I think I’ve proven-“
“I was not looking you in such a way…” he interrupted indignantly. He eyed her and his resolve softened. “…Was I?”
“You were,” she confirmed, her tone accusatory.
“You are in my care. It is my duty to protect you!” he replied defensively. “It was just-“
“I have guarded you during the day when you are helpless,” Elisa cut him off. With a deft move, she unbalanced him, her hold on his wing preventing it from being crumpled as he landed on his back among the cushions. Elisa straddled his waist triumphantly, the cold metal of his belt buckle nudging against her secret place.
“And if I am helpless, you will do the same for me,” she finished with an evil grin.
Goliath snaked his tail around her waist, starting to unseat her. In response Elisa hugged him with her thighs, and Goliath got a better idea than removing her.
“You imply that you’ve never been helpless. So then my rescuing of you has always been unnecessary?” he teased, distracting her from his real motive.
He ceased pulling up with his tail and instead tugged backwards. She hung on more persistently, returning his sarcasm.
“Not necessary, just…prudent. Without your help, everything would be so much more time consuming.”
He eased his hold as she clung to him. The result was that she came down straddling not his belt, but his groin with his aroused phallus fitting intimately into the v of her thighs.
Her humor vanished, replaced by shock as her mouth opened in an appreciative “oh!” There was a big lump in her throat and she had difficulty swallowing. She squirmed, testing the size of him, and her eyes widened even more as lust and trepidation curled lazily through her abdomen.
She searched through her extensive vocabulary for a descriptive word and found none that fit.
built,> her logical sense noted modestly as her womanly nature continued to be flustered and excited.
Elisa argued back. <If one considers that Goliath comes in all sizes big and xx large!>
His hands on her hips steadied her. There was concern in his face, an uncertainty that brought her back to herself. In the end, she had been the one to initiate this, and she hated the doubt clouding his eyes.
She laid a kiss on his chest, wished she was tall enough to kiss him mouth to mouth, and began a deliberate dance of her tongue along the chiseled lines of his chest and torso. He groaned beneath her, his talons gripping her hips roughly. The scrap of her teeth was enough to cause his erection to twitch, and when she bit down into his willing flesh, his hips thrust upward, sliding his arousal against hers. His eyes glowed a soft, starry white and his growl/purr rumbled under her palms. Unmercifully, she nipped her way down to his waistline. She settled her hands on either side of his belt buckle, paused and looked up at him for permission.
A feral smirk twisted his lips. A delicious shiver shot down her spine.
Her fingers fumbled with the belt, pulled the end free. They strayed downward, learning the shape of him through the coarseness of his loincloth. Her pupils dilated and her heart beat tripled.
,> she cursed silently to herself. She felt herself grow wetter at the dark, erotic thought of having something so blatantly male inside of her. It might not be biologically possible, but, God help her, she wanted to try.
She eased the material down so that the dark purple tip of his phallus peaked out. With two fingertips and a thumb she touched the head, relieved to find that it was round and smooth with no bone spurs in sight. She circled her thumb and fingers to the back and encased the tip, drawing downward until the webbing between her thumb and fingers was stretched around the elongated hood. The tiny eye at the peak seeped white liquid at her action which glistening like a small pearl. Unable to help herself, Elisa gave into temptation and removed the pearl with a swipe of her tongue. She puffed a breath over the wet tip, then closed her lips about the eye and sucked.
His deep growl/purr developed a decidedly primal edge. His talons tightened around her hips, bringing bright beads of blood to her skin. His nostrils flared to take in the scent of it, his eyes brightening in intensity. Shock froze his face as she swallowed more of him. She could feel his rising tension, could feel the way it was killing his ardor.
Puzzlement washed over Elisa, then she remembered the way her nips had excited him.
of gargoyle foreplay?> she wondered. She smirked to herself. <Perhaps because of the savage nature of a female gargoyle and her fang filled mouth, it was instinctual for male gargoyles to fear this kind of pleasuring.>
She withdrew, and instantly Goliath relaxed. Elisa kissed the tip flirtatiously, as if to make it “all better.” Belatedly she realized the way his talons were piercing her skin. He must have noticed at the same moment, because he unclenched his claws and removed his hands from her waist. In an animalistic display of delight, he licked her blood from his talons.
His burning gaze regarded her. Without a word, he drove his talons into the stone floor beneath him so that they were imbedded deeply. He smiled so that his fangs showed.
“Now, no matter what ye do, I shall not be harming you,” he stated firmly, his brogue thickening his words.
“That leaves you at my mercy,” Elisa smiled with wicked delight. Her faith in him was such that she could not fear him, and she realized that all of her doubts in him had been delusional, stemming instead from her lack of faith in herself.
She tugged his loincloth off of him, working it over his hips and off his legs and tail. Throwing it aside, she settled a hand over his twitching erection, the length of it searing her hand. With expert skill she patted it down for hidden weapons, pleased to find nothing sharp and alien.
“Is it…similar to the…mating organ of your kind?” Goliath asked haggardly, her touch fraying the remains of his control. There was an undertone to his voice.
Elisa sensed rather than heard his unspoken question. He wanted to know, now that she had seen everything, whether she was going to follow through. He wanted reassurances that this really could work.
She cupped each of his heavy sacs in one of her hands, squeezed lightly, and rolled them between fingers and thumb. Here too, was nothing threatening, if one disregarded size.
“Proportionally, no. Physically, yes. It should-“
Her voice faltered and died. She closed her eyes, closed out the sight of him, and mentally calmed herself. She licked her lips, the taste of him still on her tongue. Even without seeing, she could visualize him. She allowed herself a moment to accept what was to come. She opened her eyes, which came to rest again on him. She placed fond fingers on his phallus, her touch possessive even though it was tentative.
“Goliath, you are…impressive. It’s gonna take a while for me to adjust to you,” she admitted softly.
His white eyes flickered at her. She gulped and a thousand butterflies brushed their wings against her insides in sudden flight. She rose and stepped away from him. Slowly she turned so her back was to him and she could feel the heat of his gaze against her skin as he took in the fact she was wearing a thong. She hooked her thumbs under the material and drew it down, bending as she stepped out of it. She knew she was exposing the long line of her unprotected lower back, ass, and upper thighs to him. The secret of her sex was temptingly revealed to him by her position, and if he was going to lose control, turn violent, and take her forcefully, it would be now.
He remained where he was; his claws deeply entrenched in stone. His eyes beckoned to her, leered at her, pleaded with her to hurry. She discarded the thong, turned and glided towards him. She stood over him, cupping herself as her thumb unerringly found her clitoris. She rubbed it with slow, knowing circles, watching him watching her pleasure herself. She slipped a finger inside, then two, prepping herself.
Goliath stared with a mixture of shock and pure male joy. Lexington had called him old fashioned, but if this is what it was like to be scandalized, Goliath feverishly hoped he never stopped being so. The human maidens of his time had been no nonsense, hard working girls that grew up, married, had a brood of kids, and died old and wrinkled. Young gargoyles were promiscuous (only older, life mated pairs produced offspring) but even the most rambunctious females had never been caught doing this.
He watched her skill with fascination, enjoying the way her eyes fluttered shut, the way her forehead wrinkled in concentration. Her breath came in heavy pants and her pulse was visible through the translucent skin of her throat. Her body trembled visibly and her skin shone with sweat. Her nipples were erect and class=SpellE>pouty, flushed like the rest of her. Her mouth was open, gasping, and abruptly Goliath realized she was bringing herself to completion.
He panicked and reacted. His hand came up, covering hers, intent on stopping her. Instead his thumb pressed against her clitoris, his first two fingers sliding in with hers. The added thickness was too much and she climaxed, anointing their hands with liquid heat. Elisa’s eyes flew open, and he saw that their darkness was glazed over with rapture. Her face went slack with bliss, her voice rising in a mewing wail. Her hand withdrew, leaving only his fingers in her moist center. Her inner muscles tightened around his talons, caressing them from knuckle to claw tip. The spasms lessened and her tight passage relaxed, releasing him. She crumpled on top of him, her hair spilling across his chest.
“Goliath, that was…wow,” she finished breathlessly.
He felt his dark rage rising. “I am glad you enjoyed yourself. Now, if you are done making a fool of me, would you please leave?”
The coldness of his tone drenched her languor and spurred her to sit up and look at him. She eyed him in confusion, noticing that his eyes had stopped glowing.
“I’m more relaxed now, Goliath,” she began cautiously. When he did nothing but glare at her accusingly, she continued. “And well lubricated,” she added, rubbing her wet fingers together.
“It will make it easier for you to fit,” she concluded.
“You still intend to mate with me?” he asked suspiciously, his anger beginning to relent.
“Of course,” she answered promptly, as if his question was foolish.
He growled class=SpellE>disgruntledly. “I had hoped to be coupled with you when you reached your peak,” he confided softly. “But now I shall have to wait for another night.”
Elisa cocked her head. “Why wait? Surely you know how to please a girl!”
“I do,” he snapped. “But all the skill in the world cannot do the impossible.”
The corners of her mouth turned up as she began to realize the reason if his ire.
“Oh it’s possible,” she assured him with a lilt of laugher in her voice.
His expression was darkening again at her hint of mirth. Before his anger could worsen, she clued him into what he didn’t know.
“Could it be,” she mused, “that female gargoyles are not multi-orgasmic like human ones?”
“Multi-orgasmic?” he asked in confusion.
“Able to “peak” more than once,” she commented helpfully.
The moment he comprehended her meaning showed on his face. His expression was priceless.
“You can…orgasm…more than once?!” he asked incredulously.
She nodded. His speculative, hungry look rippled like fire along her exposed skin.
“How many?” he asked like a child in a candy store.
Elisa was taken aback by his question. “Um, I don’t know. That’s not something they put in the Guinness Book of World Records.”
His expression was anticipatory. She held up her hands to ward off his eagerness.
“Hang on, Big Guy. We do this once, and I know I’m going to be quite sore in the morning. More, and there’s no guarantee I’ll be able to walk.”
He banked his enthusiasm, hearing the truth of her words. Still, as his dark eyes rested on her, they filled with dark hunger. He smiled a small smile, one that would make her cat proud.
“Some night, Elisa, we will count exactly how many,” he vowed. “And then we will see if we can top that number.”
She quivered, and looked forward to those nights to come. “Remember, you promised,” she replied, proud to find that her voice wasn’t shaky.
She settled herself so that the length of his erection slid into the wet valley of her nether lips. Immediately the humor and promise melted from his face, leaving only a stark, ravenous lust as his eyes flared alabaster. His hands hovered threateningly near her hips then his talons found their previous grooves, slipping into them as they dug deep into the stone. His words were noble, despite his obvious impatience.
“I would not see you hurt, Elisa. Take as long as you need, and stop if you must.”
She registered his concern, but she was already guiding the tip of him to her opening. Carefully she lowered herself, one hand steadying her on his abdomen, the other wrapped around his erection. He fit inside her like a hand fits a glove, stretching her tightness with every thick inch she managed to take. Then there came a moment when there was strain, then soreness, and finally twinges of pain that accompanied the stretching.
She paused; placing both palms on his stomach, and took some of the weight off of her bent knees. She was panting heavily, her eyes watery with tears. She let her hair fall over her face, masking her discomfort from Goliath. She gritted her teeth and bore down on him with her inner muscles, squeezing him relentlessly. She counted to ten, then consciously relaxed them. For her efforts, she was able to slide another inch or two along his length. Twice more she did this, taking in all of him at last. She relaxed her leg muscles and gravity settled her further onto him, so that he was sheathed to the hilt.
She laid her cheek on his chest and allowed herself a moment of rest. Beneath her face his hide twitched incessantly, his abdomen muscles quivering with restraint. When she was sure that her face had relaxed out of its expression of pain, she looked up at Goliath, two tears running down her face unchecked. She gave him a watery smile, pleased to see that he was looking a mite uncomfortable as well. She straightened, very much aware of him inside her body.
“Are you ok?” she asked unsteadily.
“Yes,” he hissed. “By Avalon, Elis, please.”
She knew he pleaded for her to hurry. She decided she kind of liked the way he dropped the “a” from her name. Working her legs under her, she lifted herself off of him slowly. Then she allowed gravity to pull her back down. She pushed herself up again, gliding down his length quicker this time. His tail snaked around her waist, aiding her in establishing a rhythm. With the work shared, the tempo increased, and Elisa began to moan as the desire in her belly skyrocketed. Goliath’s growl/purr vibrated through her like a bass drum roll, causing her spine to arch with pleasure and her body to quiver like a taunt bow string. His hips thrust upward into her, matching her move for move. The tip of his tail wandered lower, burrowed through the wild curls of her womanhood, and found her clitoris. It rubbed the swollen and achy nub with urgent little circles.
Elisa felt her skin grow hot, felt the little tickles of static electricity dance along her skin. Each little nerve ending came alive with input, so that her skin came alive with the lightest brush of his wings. Deeper within the thousands of networks of nerves condensed, so it felt like her palms had been touched by a live wire, like her stomach had received a direct bolt of lightening, like her heart was being squeezed by metal mitten with a current run through it. It felt like a tiny, burning star was struggling to life in her chest, and then that star shot directly up her spine to her brain. There was one bright explosion as her stomach jumped to her throat, and then millions of brilliant fireworks blossomed in her mind. Elisa screamed Goliath’s name as her violent climax took her.
Goliath could have died with relief at that sound. Quicker than an eye blink he flipped her over onto her back. He had enough care left to make sure there were cushions under her neck, under the small of her back. His arms crisscrossed her back, so that his left hand gripped her left shoulder, and his right hand gripped her right one. He cradled her to him, whispered an apology into her hair, and began to pound into her with all his strength.
The force of her climax tightened her muscles around him like bands of steel. The inward rippling of her contractions coaxed his own climax ever closer like a cruel and knowing hand. She was so unbelievably small, so unbelievably tight; he wondered how she had made them fit together so perfectly, like the ancient walls of stone that were made of blocks so ingeniously chiseled that they were held together without mortar. That was his last coherent thought for some time to come.
Intellect and reason faded, his keen mind subjugated by his rising, animalistic nature. His eyes, alabaster by moonlight, now burned their true and steady ice blue. Higher order crumbled, he became nothing more than a primal beast selfishly seeking after its primal need. Nothing mattered but the tangy salt of her sweaty skin, the radiating heat of her body, and the glorious friction of her sheath around him. He thrust into her like a madman, like a tiger dominating its mate. The fiery light of the dying flames washed over him, bathing him in shades of blood red.
Sensations invaded her languor. His scent, a mixture of leather, fresh turned earth, and some unknown spice. The grip of his great hands on her shoulders as he pulled her to him. The slid of her breasts across his hide, so that her nipples were rubbed raw against it. The slap of his balls against her buttocks. The sensual invasion of his phallus as he bore into her with the strength of a gargoyle. The pressure on her clitoris each time he seated himself within her.
They were too much to handle. He was too much to handle. Fear and need spiraled up from her gut and consumed her. From the ashes of her inner star arose a terrible phoenix, and Elisa was helpless to stop it.
Unbidden, her legs wrapped around his waist. Her hands gripped his back, burrowing into the sensitive place between wing and back. Her fingernails sank through his hide, drawing blood. Her vicious climax tore through her like razor blades and broken glass, her pleasure almost lost among the pain. Mindless with blissful agony, Elisa bit deeply into his chest and brought him to his own peak. His defiant roar shook the castle walls as his hot seed flooded her womb.
The last of her passion left her, and she gratefully went limp in his arms. She felt strangely empty and light headed after the ravaging of her being. Elisa’s eyes fluttered lazily over her lover, his savage beauty forever burned into her mind. She reached up and brushed away the sweaty strand that clung to his face.
His chest still heaved with his exertion, his body still trembling from the aftermath, but his expression carefully blank.
“What are you thinking?” he asked quietly.
She let her hand linger a moment longer, then let it drop to her side as the effort became too much.
“How beautiful you are,” she whispered back.
“Beautiful?!” he asked with astonishment.
She smiled a tired, loving smile. “Beautiful,” she confirmed. She stifled a yawn.
He laid her gently on the pillows, then noticed the blood on his talons. A low, mournful keen came from him, and she looked up in surprise.
He showed her his bloody claws like a convicted man brandishing his knife.
“I have hurt you! I have failed! I have broken the trust between us-“
Elisa rolled her eyes at him. “If that counts as breaking the trust, then I’m guilty too,” she interrupted, showing him the blood under her fingernails. She pointed to the seeping bite wound on his chest. “I think that might need a band-aid.”
Goliath stared down at her mark on his hide. He touched a disbelieving talon to it, mingling their blood together. Then he threw back his head and laughed until he was hoarse. Finally he settled beside her. She looked peeved.
“I am not laughing at you, Elisa. It is just that such a mark is a sign of great favor. If any of the clan saw it, they would know that I had pleased you well,” he explained. He watched with amusement as she blushed.
He reached over and gently explored his claw marks on her hips and shoulders. “I am sorry that I did this to you,” he apologized.
She shrugged and grinned. “It means I “pleased you well” too, right?”
He smiled genuinely, his sorrow vanishing. “Yes,” he replied.
He pulled her to him, pressing the length of her naked body against his. He wrapped his arms around her, cradling her between his wings. She nuzzled closer, sighed, and fell asleep. He held her close, content with simply watching her rest for a very long time.
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Eventually they rose and clothed themselves. Elisa and Goliath polished off the last of the cold food, then worked together to clear the table and the floor of the remains of their evening. It was a slightly awkward, very intimate time made of many “accidental” touches and many long glances that ended with both of them blushing and looking hurriedly away.
At last they stood and surveyed their work. Everything was back in order, even up to class=SpellE>Owen’s standards, except the grooves in the floor.
Elisa scuffed her foot over them, blushed deeply as a mental image of previous pleasure inserted itself, and abruptly pushed the thought away.
“How are you going to explain this to Owen?” she asked Goliath curiously.
He looked startled, then eyed her with humor. “What makes you think I will be explaining this to him?”
She grinned back. “Because you live here,” she pointed out teasingly.
He opened his mouth to reply, but the slight shuttering of the castle as the absent gargoyles settled in the top most battlements delayed his response.
They looked at each other, then turned and ran towards the stairs as one. Goliath arrived above first, followed by a gasping Elisa.
“High heels”…pant, pant…”are not made”…pant, pant…”for running,” she ground out grumpily.
Beth, who was standing nearby, laughed at her sister’s ire. She stifled it quickly at Elisa’s glare. Meanwhile Goliath had greeted all of his clan but his daughter.
“How was your trip?” he asked Angela.
She smiled up at him. “Great! I’ll tell you about it tonight. Sorry we came back early.”
He smiled back. “Why are you sorry? The clan is home safe and sound. I will sleep easier this day because of it.”
Angela’s eyes roamed her father’s face, then dropped lower to fasten on his chest. She traced the perfect, petite imprint of teeth with her talon. She quirked an eye ridge at him.
“And what is this?” she asked, her tone thick with bemusement.
His eyes widened in shock and he hastily caped his wings to hide the mark. He glanced away from her and turned the most interesting shade of purplish pink.
Angela’s smile became quite playful. “I take it the evening was a success? We didn’t interrupt anything, did we?”
“No,” Goliath replied immediately.
Hudson approached from behind them. “What would we be interruptin’ lass?”
“Elisa’s and Goliath’s evening alone together,” Angela replied.
Hudson approached Goliath and brushed his wing aside without preamble. He eyed the mark appreciatively. “So the lass accepted ye,” he commented.
Broadway looked over Angela’s shoulder at the mark. “And she gave him high marks for skill too,” he added.
“Let me see!” Brooklyn elbowed his way in the growing circle.
Lexington, Elisa, and Beth completed the ring of gargoyles and humans.
Beth looked at it closely. “It looks like someone bit him!” she exclaimed.
“Elisa did,” Angela informed her happily. She looked like she was bubbling with joy.
Beth looked confused. She turned to Lexington for an explanation.
“Gargoyles bite their mates when they are particularly pleased with the way their mate has had sex with them,” he supplied.
Beth’s eyes turned to fasten on her sister’s bright red face. “Is that true?”
“Yes,” Elisa replied, confirming the truth of the fact, but admitting to nothing.
“Dawn is coming,” Goliath’s brisk voice informed them. He scooped Elisa up and headed towards the stairs that lead to his topmost perch. He could hear footsteps behind him, but he ignored them, setting her down gently and enfolding them both in his wings.
“I love you, Elisa Maza,” he told her softly, his dark eyes grave and intimate.
Her eyes show with adoration as she looked up at him. “And I love you, Big Guy.”
He brushed a kiss across her temple. He let her go and climbed onto his stone base. The clatter of feet grew louder. They both knew they would have to face the clan tonight, but Elisa was stuck facing her sister sooner than that. Yet neither dwelled on that as they gazed into each other’s eyes.
“Tonight?” Elisa asked softly.
“Tonight,” Goliath agreed. The sun’s first rays stole across his visage, hardening his skin to stone.
Elisa took one last look at his beloved face, and turned to meet her bewildered sister.
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