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Ashes	By : SelbenCoirlo Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 8215 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gargoyles, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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This chapter contains: M/F, FDom, Bondage, FMast, Rape, Torture

Chapter 1: Adoption

The slender gray-haired woman walked down the street, gaze cast demurely at the ground beneath her feet as her eyes flickered through her surroundings. The sky turned the color of roses or of blood as the sun caressed the horizon, and the woman’s small but unhesitating steps were swallowed up into the swelling of the crowds of New York surrounding her. The people stepped aside as she approached to allow her to pass and closed behind her like a curtain as she went, but no one knew why they moved or remembered anything of the woman that slid by them.

Another slim woman, with bright red hair done up tightly and a matching red suit stood ahead, talking on a cell-phone and glancing anxiously at the horizon. Even as she abruptly said goodbye, clapping her phone shut, the gray spot in the crowd crept closer. The businesswoman looked left and right, hesitating, then abruptly made up her mind and raised her hand to call a taxi. Almost before she made the motion the cab screeched to a halt in front of her. In one graceful movement she opened the door and slid inside. She began to close the door when a smiling gray face appeared in the open doorway.

“Excuse me dear, but I believe this was my taxi,” the woman said gently.

The red-headed businesswoman looked at her levelly for a few moments, narrowing her eyes. Her eyes darted briefly, almost imperceptibly, towards the horizon, briefly meeting the pale blue eyes of the driver in the rear view mirror. The huge man in the front seat watched the two women impartially.

“I don’t think so,” she said, reaching for the door. As she brushed by the woman’s shoulder, she caught the subtle smell of flowers and looked up into the smiling woman’s face, into her eyes. Her hand froze as it reached for the handle of the door, delicate fingers trembling as they reached. The smell of wilted flowers was intriguing, though, and as she tried to remember the scent she stared into the woman’s light blue eyes. Desperately she tried to find herself, to find her reflection in this woman’s eyes, but they just kept going deeper and deeper and they seemed a little familiar and she couldn’t recognize this flowery smell. Her body felt a little numb now. She couldn’t blink. She couldn’t breathe.

“Why don’t we share?” the gentle maternal voice said. “That way we’ll both end up where we belong.” And as she stared into those blue eyes Dominique shivered, suddenly chilled, as the world faded away and the small icy points of light were all that were left. And then they, too, disappeared.

*****

Monsters, they called them. Beasts. Abominations. The humans had mistrusted them for centuries, and hate was repaid in hate until it became a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Hard muscled blue bodies molded against each other under gray skies, twisting together and apart in ecstasy as she and her mate became one being. The rain fell across them and rose again as steam, burned up in their passion. In those days long ago, in those days before the humans had named her (monster, beast, abomination), they lay together on the cold grass on hills too and steep to be scaled by mankind and they fell upon each other like a feast, and as it went their love burned away until hard glittering embers of lust were all that remained. Then they tore at each other like the beasts they were named, when it became more like mutual rape than sex and they couldn’t remember the difference between love and hate any more.

Deep painful gashes running across their backs, their legs and buttocks, blood streaming hot down blue skin and diluting away in the rain. Deep bite marks on neck and chest and breasts and thighs, so deep and bloody they were almost war wounds. But the sun, and sleep, would wash them all away, and leave their bodies pristine again at dusk, when they woke up still intertwined and covered in the shards of stone left over from their slumber.

Goliath had started again. His huge hands ran along the base of her tail, digging up between her ass cheeks as his tongue pushed into her mouth, insistent and almost violent. His cock rubbed along one thigh, and she moaned and tried to reach down to touch it, but for some reason she could not. Her muscular blue form was slick with sweat, and drops of it fell away as hard fingers dug deeper into her ass, teasing at the ring of her anus as a hand gripped at her thigh and pushed it to the side, as she felt the fat cold prick push at her entrance. She whimpered in lust, in love, in anticipation of her lover’s thrust.

Slowly, almost regretfully, she opened her eyes and looked into Goliath’s gaze. But Goliath wasn’t there, and two cold hard points of blue were where his passionate and wise black eyes should be.

Demona shrieked in rage as her body twisted and bucked, trying to escape from the massive man on top of her; the chains binding her wrists rattled loudly as she tore at them, her claws digging into her own palms and drawing blood as her face contorted with fury, the leather straps holding her legs folded tightly creaking alarmingly as her thick muscles bulged. But her bonds held, and completely ignoring the writhing and shrieking the man started to push into her, grabbing her hips for leverage as he pumped forward, with each thrust forcing his cock into her tight and unwilling body inch by painful inch, each push feeling like a punch to the gut.

It was huge and it was cold, unreasonably cold. It chilled her deep inside, even as its breadth began to distend her cunt lips in fiery agony. His face held no expression, no soul, and though the man’s face was blue with stubble his massive body was hairless, almost featureless, a plain beige expanse highlit by her glowing red eyes; it was like a child’s doll, bereft of anatomical details– except one, the one which invaded her now.

“Get off of me! Get off me you pile of dirt, you miserable pitiful fucking human! You dare to touch me! You inferior gob of shit… let me go let me go let me GO!” she screamed, tail whipping around the air behind her rapist, occasionally slamming into his back and shoulders with no visible effect. He was a cold and unyielding wall, and the resistance of her flesh amounted to very little as he tore her apart, her blood running thick and dark red down the invading shaft as it pushed deeper and deeper into her, pushing in relentlessly until their hips ground together and it could go no deeper.

Demona had no words left to describe the pain, the sensation of her cunt torn open to where his head rested on her cervix. The size of the invader was perfectly formed to dig as deep as possible without tearing into her womb, to rend flesh without shattering her pelvic bone, to torture and rape without killing. And once he had filled her completely he stopped, and the room was completely silent except for her growls and occasional sobs of impotent rage. It felt like her most intimate insides had been invaded by ice and despair.

“Quite a thing isn’t it,” the woman’s voice came from Demona’s side and she whipped her head around looking for her, snarling. “To rape an immortal monster… or to be raped by one.” Demona’s gaze swept across the room 4 or 5 times before she saw the woman sitting there, the same handsome older gray woman from before. She was naked, her flesh pale and seemingly frail. Even as she looked at the woman her gaze slid off of her, it was difficult to focus her eyes. There was something within the pale older woman that could not be met with the eyes, even though she looked like no more than a fragile human.

The woman smiled at her; a smile very far removed from the maternal one of earlier, a smile of lust and hatred. “I see you’ve met my son and husband Edgar. He seems to be very pleased to make your acquaintance. He likes you, I can tell. I like you too.”

“Why have you–“

“Revenge.” The woman cut her off. “Plus I wanted a new toy and I knew how delightful your flesh was. I wanted my husband and my new sons to enjoy it as well.”

“Revenge!? We’ve never met before! Why would–“

“You’re half right,” the woman said, stepping closer, her unshod footsteps utterly silent upon the stone floor. “You’ve never met me.” She said, stepping up beside the bed and running her hand over Demona’s face, fingers trailing over the shining metal ornament on her forehead. “But I’ve met you.”

For a moment the gargoyle growled deep in her throat, then bit down on the woman’s hand as hard as she could. With a brittle crunching sound the side of her hand fell away, and Demona laughed for just a moment before she started coughing up black spittle. The side of the woman’s hand gaped open but no blood emerged. She was empty, full of charred flesh and bone with all the substance and soul burned away. As Demona spat out the last of the ashes from her mouth, the woman’s hand reformed as flawless as it had been before.

The grey woman grinned and reached between her legs, smiling at Demona as she played with herself. There was no signal exchanged, but as the woman touched herself Edgar pulled out of Demona and slammed himself back in again with full force, and as she screeched in pain one massive fist came up and slammed into her face, then the other. With a wet crunch her jaw shattered, bloody shards of her fangs falling from her jaw in thick red spittle, as the woman slid the slender fingers of both hands up inside of herself and started to speak.

“My name is Miriam,” she moaned, licking her lips, as Edgar’s fists slammed into Demona’s sides, breaking her ribs, as she shrieked in inhuman agony, as beyond the walls the tip of the sun rose above the horizon. “And you are mine, Demona, for now and for eternity.”

“And, Demona,” she sighed in ecstasy as the fist crunched into Demona’s skull and her vision blacked out, “your eternity is suffering.”
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