Lexington's Fantasies | By : MelissaMaxwell Category: +G through L > Gargoyles Views: 10869 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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The gargoyle who would one day be called Lexington unwound the bandages around his fingers and wiggled them. Not a trace of pain. The sun had done its job. "How does your hand feel, brother?" Goliath asked him.
"It-It seems to be all better." said Lex. "Thanks." Lex's heart and stomach both fluttered as Goliath took his hand. He felt dizzy as the pads of Goliath's talons stroked the length of Lex's fingers. "Hold them out as straight as you can." Goliath instructed. Lex did so, glad that Goliath was too focused on his fingers to notice he was blushing. "Very good." said Goliath. "Now try making a fist." Lexington made a tight fist. "Are you in any pain?"
"None at all." sighed Lex.
"Then it appears your hand is perfectly healed." Goliath said, letting it go. "Run along now. And try to stay out of trouble." Goliath gave him a brotherly pat on the shoulder and turned away. Lexington smiled as he watched him depart. His smile became a frown as he saw Goliath approach his red haired sister. What did Goliath see in her? She was mean and bossy and self-centered. She wasn't even all that pretty. Lex cheered himself up with a fantasy of yelling "Fire!" and dumping a bucket of water on Little Miss Angel of the Night's flaming head.
"Hey! Friend!" Lex snapped out of his fantasy to the sound of the voice of a gargoyle who would one day be called Brooklyn. "Wanna come play with us?" The gargoyle who would one day be called Broadway stood next to him, tossing around a ball made out of a sheep's bladder.
"Uh, maybe some other time, friend." Lex answered. He needed to be alone right now. Lex spread his wings and jumped off the parapet he had been sitting on. He steered himself to the hayloft of the barn. It was a nice quiet place where he wouldn't be bothered. Lex stretched himself out on the soft, fragrant hay.
Goliath. Lex felt warm all over thinking about him. His deep, resonant voice. His gentle hands. His strong arms. Lex sort of wished he could be like that when he was grown up. But, as it was, he was 28 years old and hardly any taller than young Princess Katherine. While all his siblings were sprouting up like beanstalks, Lex found he was barely growing at all. Goliath told him not to worry about it. Size did not make a great warrior.
That was what Lex admired most about Goliath. Gentleness came with his strength. He always seemed to know what the right thing to say was. And he'd say it in that beautiful, deep voice. His large hands so comforting. He didn't hug often, but Goliath had given him one last night, when Lex was trying hard not to cry despite the pain he was in. The pain was worth it for the feel of those strong, warm arms going around him, drawing him close to that powerful firm chest.
Lex let out a gasp. Something was happening to him. Something he couldn't explain. It wasn't exactly painful, at least, he wasn't sure it was. It was coming from under his loincloth. Everything there felt tight and hot and there was a noticeable lump under the cloth. Lex undid the buckle on his belt and pulled the cloth aside. It appeared that at least one part of him had grown.
Not only was his member bigger, it was standing straight up. Lex gasped at the sight. Was this normal? It didn't feel bad, like the time a cow kicked him in the crotch. It didn't quite feel like he needed to pee, though he felt like he needed to do something. He experimentally touched his member, finding that it made a current of pleasure tremor through his body. That was weird. Kind of fun. But...weird.
Lexington stroked it a few more times, sighing with pleasure. He tried mimicking the same gentle strokes Goliath did on his fingers. He imagined Goliath touching him. The thought just seemed to increase the pleasure.
He imagined Goliath in the loft with him. He'd be in Goliath's lap, leaning back against his massive chest as that strong but gentle hand curved into a fist around his member. He'd rub his hand up and down in slow but sure strokes. A thumb slipped over the tip, making Lex squeak in surprise at this new level of pleasure. He imagined Goliath's free arm pulling him closer as he pulled harder on his member, letting his thumb lightly stroke the tip. Goliath free hand would tenderly caress his chest as he murnurred sweetly into Lex's ear. What would he call him? Angel? Beloved? Maybe Beloved Angel. He was certainly feeling angelic right now, as if he were lifting higher and higher into the sky and being consumed by something warm and bright with joy.
The pleasure was growing stronger. Lex could feel his heart slamming against his ribcage. He could hear his panting breaths turn into breathy moans. His stomach felt tight and something was bubbling inside him. Lex let out a shout as every muscle spasmed with jolts of pleasure that were going through him. Then, he felt something hot and sliey seep all over his hand, thighs and stomach.
Lex opened his eyes and looked down. His member was limp and back to its normal size. Something that looked like egg whites was all over his hand, thighs and stomach. A tiny glob of it rested on the very tip of his member. Well, it wasn't blood, so he hadn't hurt himself- had he? What was this white stuff? Was it normal? Maybe he should ask the Mentor. He blushed at the idea of telling the Mentor everything he had been up to, but he had to know if this stuff that came out of him was normal. Lex cleaned himself off as best he could with a handful of hay, put his loincloth back on and glided out of the loft.
He found the Mentor, who would one day be called Hudson, perched by himself on the castle parapets. "Mentor?" asked Lexington. "Can I ask you something? About my body?"
"Under no circumstances." Mentor said flatly.
"Please? It-it's really important. I-I think I may have hurt myself somehow."
"That incident with the catapult?" asked the Mentor. "Aye, Goliath told me about that. But he told me you healed." Mentor sighed. "What sort of trouble did you get into this time, lad?"
"Um...well, this...stuff came out of, um out of me." Lex said, blushing. "It wasn't blood and it wasn't pee. It was, uh, kinda thick and white."
"Congratulations, lad." said Mentor. "You're an adult now."
"Wh-what?" Lex couldn't believe what he was hearing. Him? An adult?
"Well upon the way at any rate." said Mentor. "Do nae worry about it, lad. It's a normal thing that happens to all males and if ya want to father an egg one o' these days, ye pretty much have to."
"What...what do you mean?" asked Lex.
Mentor sighed. "I suppose this talk's a bit overdue. Remember aboot eight years ago when all the rookery mothers had their eggs?"
"Yes?"
"Well, it takes two gargoyles to make an egg." said Mentor. "The mother allows her mate to put his member inside her until that white stuff you described comes out. The stuff goes inside her body and becomes an egg. And I think you know the rest."
"I know." said Lex. When he was about 20, he had heard a scream from the barn and found one of his older sisters laying in her mate's arms and cussing him out while he told her everything was going to be fine. He was told to fetch a rookery mother. He did, and was then immediately shooed away. He was later told she was fine, it was just time for her to lay her egg.
"I have to go now." The Mentor spread his wings and glided away.
"Hey, brother." Lex turned to see one of his sisters. She was nice. Sort of pretty. Only a bit taller than Lexington.
"Hey, sister." he said.
"So, um, I'm going down to the rookery to see if any of the hatchlings want to play."
Lex laughed. "They always want to play." he said.
His sister smiled. "They are getting to the age where they're big enough to play hide-and-seek and follow-the-leader. Do...do you want to come with me?"
"Sure." Lex agreed. Maybe playing some kids' games would take his mind off the weirdness that his burgeoning adulthood came with.
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