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The Sexy Tutor

A Gargoyles Fanfiction

By Gideon Kalve Jarvis

Commissioned for Jade Styx

Author's Note: is where I got the information about when the different gargoyles learned how to read. This also confirms the closeness that exists between Elisa and Broadway, though most likely to a lesser degree than depicted in this story. _ _is where I got reference shots for how Elisa Maza looks while...less than clothed. All characters depicted in this fanfiction are copyright © Disney, and are used without official permission or author profit.

Broadway was _not_stupid! This was a mistaken assumption that some of his opponents were known to make from time to time, once they saw the rotund gargoyle's typical laid-back, easy-to-please expression, his great girth, and observed his occasional slowness of thought. They seldom made the mistake a second time. But while he wasn't stupid by any stretch, Broadway couldn't match the technical genius of the quick and agile Lexington, or the tactical acumen of the brooding-but-thoughtful Brooklyn. Instead, Broadway had a more open way of looking at the world. He didn't make assumptions about anyone or anything, but took everything at face value, and while it might take him a little longer to come to realizations than his clanmates, when Broadway did finally decide something, he was usually right. This might lead a casual observer to think that Broadway wasn't very smart, but just because he took a while to come to decisions, didn't mean he wasn't quite intelligent - just that he didn't necessarily think the same way that other people did, or about the same things.

Elisa Maza had learned all this for herself over the past several weeks, and had gradually come to appreciate the huge and astonishingly strong blue-grey gargoyle for who he was. Before the unfortunate incident when Broadway had accidentally shot Elisa with her own gun, not really understanding the danger of such weapons, Elisa had simply thought of Broadway as one of the rank-and-file gargoyles under Goliath. Actually, for the longest time, Goliath, and occasionally Hudson, were the only gargoyles with whom Elisa regularly interacted, the "adults" of the clan, the ones with whom she could carry on a proper conversation. But now, Elisa was getting to know Broadway very well indeed. After all, somebody had to teach him how to read.

It was on nights like this that Elisa was glad that she'd adjusted to sleeping during the day and spending her nights on duty: it made it a lot easier to let the personal lives of the gargoyles mesh with her own life. Just barely getting off her shift down at the station, Elisa made her way up the stairs to her apartment, knowing before she got there that she wouldn't be alone. This was borne out when she unlocked her door and stepped inside, only to see Cagney race past the door like a mad thing, hot on the trail of a fast-moving thrown toy mouse.

"Hey, Elisa," said Broadway with a grin, lowering his hand from its recent toss to give her a quick wave. "You're home kinda early tonight. Sorry for the mess," he added a little sheepishly, indicating several cushions from her couch that were tossed on the floor, making a cat-sized obstacle course. "Cagney said he was bored, so we were just having some fun while we waited. I was gonna pick everything up when we were done, honest."

Of all the gargoyles, Elisa had to admit, after Goliath (and he, she recalled with a blush, was a _very_different matter entirely), she liked Broadway best. Ever since the shooting, the heavyset young gargoyle had made it a point to learn all he could about Elisa and her job, and to do everything in his power to please her. He was also the one with whom Cagney, her cat, got along with best, and seeing them playing together was enough to open up a soft spot in Elisa's heart. At first, Elisa thought that this was probably just a result of the big gargoyle trying to make up for his mistake as much as he possibly could. After a while, though, it became obvious to her that he wasn't just trying to make amends. Broadway really liked Elisa, and she sensed that he'd do just about anything for her. All she had to do was ask.

"Don't worry, Broadway," Elisa reassured the big blue lug, walking over to gently touch his shoulder. "I know I can trust you."

This simple compliment was enough to make Broadway puff out his chest, his face beaming, until Elisa found herself almost giggling at how easy it was to make the younger male happy. After a long shift, what Elisa felt she needed most was a long, hot shower and an even longer snooze, but...then she looked at Broadway's eager expression, smiled instead, picking up one of her coach's seat-cushions and putting it back in place so that she could settle herself into place while Cagney, sensing in that feline way that his presence was no longer required, sauntered off with a casual flick of his tail - his time would come later.

Seeing that Elisa was now waiting for him, Broadway immediately turned and made his way over to the end table nearest the window he'd used to enter the apartment, and picked up the zippered gallon plastic bag he used to ensure the book he'd chosen for their nightly reading lesson didn't get soiled on his way between library and apartment. Considering how dangerous the lives of the gargoyles could be, and how unexpected most of their encounters often were, Elisa admitted to herself that Broadway had to really put some effort into keeping his books safe, since, as far as she knew, he hadn't lost a single one yet.

"What're we reading tonight?" she asked, leaning back in her seat. "More Dashiell Hammett?"

"Naw," replied Broadway as he turned around and brought his book over to Elisa. "The Maltese Falcon was fun, and I'd like to try out those Sam Spade stories really soon, but I figured we oughta finish One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest."

Elisa nodded as Broadway pulled out the old paperback with its tattered, 60's-era abstract art color. Figuring that it would be easier to start with books that had movie counterparts, first reading the book and then watching the movie that it inspired, Elisa had started Broadway off on relatively simple fare. Watership Down was one of the first books they read together, as it was both surprisingly simple to read for such a thick novel, and had a cartoon that went with it. The cartoon, Broadway quickly decided, was too bloody for his tastes - a lot more violent and vicious than the book, actually, with way more character death than he liked - but he admitted he did like how it helped him picture the characters in the book (which he loved) much more easily. That, and the voice acting was really good.

As for how they started reading One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, well, Elisa hadn't read it herself since her highschool days. It actually wasn't on the curriculum for her English class - instead she was supposed to read Catcher in the Rye - but it was something she'd checked out of the school library, right along with Going After Cacciato, Brave New World, and 1984. These were all books she intended to introduce to Broadway after a while, as they were all ones that had strongly influenced her own worldview. While her parents certainly ranked highly in helping Elisa to keep an open mind and a tough-but-feeling heart, these and other books reminded her of what others saw "The Man" as being like, and what she needed to avoid while still doing the job of protecting and serving. Add in that One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest had an award-winning movie that went along with it (with Jack Nicholson, no less, who Elisa admitted to herself she thought was sexy), and it quickly topped the list of books that Elisa had read that she wanted to share with Broadway.

Except, well...Elisa had sort of forgotten how racy the book could be at times. Still, it hadn't gone so badly after she bucked up her courage, firmed her resolve, and talked things through with Broadway - _the_Talk, actually, something Elisa hadn't thought she'd ever give to anybody, since she didn't think she'd be able to have children with her gargoyle lover, Goliath. Explaining statutory rape in a way that gave the facts, discouraged Broadway from ever doing anything like it himself, and still didn't make McMurphy out to be a bad guy was a tricky balancing act, but Elisa thought she'd pulled it off fairly well.

Now they were almost at the end, and Billy Bibbit had just spoken for the first time in the novel without a stutter...after losing his virginity to the prostitute, Candy. Unlike the first time sex had come up, however, this time Elisa was ready and waiting when the inevitable questions came. She'd expected Broadway to start asking them right away, actually, as he usually did when he didn't understand something, but this time...this time, they just kept on reading, eating through the last few chapters with surprising speed. Then, when they finally closed the book and Broadway tucked it away to return it before he headed back to the clock tower where his clan slept during the day, Elisa waited several beats, expecting the questions to come...and found herself surprised when, instead, Broadway gently nudged Cagney - who'd found his chance the moment Broadway settled cross-legged on the floor, and promptly taken root, whereupon Broadway had started idly stroking the tabby while he read to Elisa - until the cat got the hint and slid smoothly out of the big gargoyle's lap, letting Broadway stand up and walk to the window.

"See you tomorrow, Elisa?" Broadway asked hopefully over his shoulder as he stepped up onto the windowsill and climbed out onto the ledge beyond.

"Sure thing, Broadway," Elisa answered with a grin at the gargoyle's hopeful expression. Broadway was so childlike, so innocent and eager-to-please, Elisa really couldn't find it in herself to deny him anything, knowing that he wasn't the sort who'd ever abuse her trust, at least not intentionally. "See you tomorrow night."

"Yeah," Broadway replied, before hurling himself off the ledge, spreading his wings to catch the warm updrafts from the city, soon rising upward with a few hard beats, his powerful wing muscles enough to overcome his seemingly ungainly size, giving him startling grace as he took flight off into the distance.

With a long sigh, Elisa turned and started to walk toward the bedroom of her apartment, rolling her shoulders and halfheartedly wishing Goliath was there right then to give her a backrub. She'd taught the big gargoyle leader how to give a proper massage, something Elisa herself had learned from her martial arts classes, and she'd never regretted the time she'd taken for the lessons...though she did sometimes regret that he didn't come by to demonstrate what she'd taught him more frequently. Still, he had his duties, and she had hers, and though it could get lonely at times, that was just the way it was.

Settling instead for that hot shower she'd promised herself earlier, Elisa quickly stripped off her jacket and t-shirt, tossing them casually onto her bed, before seating herself and pulling off her black boots and socks. Standing once more, Elisa turned the motion into a smooth forward bend as she unbuckled her belt and slid her jeans down her supple brown legs, leaving her dressed in only her black sports bra and red panties. The panties, frilly, silky things that were anything but appropriate for routine use by one of New York's Finest, were something that Elisa had started wearing regularly after she'd discovered Goliath's reaction when he'd first seen her wearing them...and nothing else. Sighing softly, breathily to herself at the memory of that night, and how sore she'd been for days afterward, Elisa pulled off her sports bra, her firm breasts giving only the slightest bounce, thanks to how little excess body fat she kept with her active lifestyle, and then, taking her time, slowly shimmied her panties down over her firmly-rounded bottom, pressing her hands against her legs as she slid the silky garment downward, imagining it was Goliath's hands instead of her own, stripping her naked before he would claim her like some barbarian savage - an act that was completely out-of-character for the powerful gargoyle leader, but one that Elisa liked him to play out, always looking for ways to provoke him just that little bit extra, until Goliath would finally surrender to his carnal side, and descend on her like a randy beast.

Thoughts of her inhuman lover fuelling her imagination, Elisa headed into the bathroom, not bothering to completely shut the door, the daring of that simple act making her grow even more moist between her legs. Mmm, maybe she'd take a bath tonight, instead of a shower. That might be nice...

At about that time, Broadway settled once more on Elisa's window ledge, his expression unusually serious. While Elisa might regard him as childlike (not childish - she knew he was an adult, and always listened to him seriously, knowing his intelligence after he'd deduced her ploy while she'd been undercover with the mobster Dracon), Broadway had been having some very serious, and very adult, thoughts on his short flight to drop off his book before returning to Elisa's apartment rather than heading to the clock tower. Elisa had been expecting Broadway to ask questions right away about One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, had been expecting questions about sex and the idea of "becoming a man" that were pervasive throughout the novel. Well, Broadway had those questions, and he'd come back to ask them, but they weren't quite the questions Elisa was expecting.

Recently Broadway had started to receive more attention from Angela. They'd been spending more time together, a lot of it away from the other gargoyles. "Going on patrol" is what Angela called it, but that wasn't all they did. Sure, they beat up bad guys pretty regularly, but sometimes they'd just go and spend time in the park, and when no muggers showed their faces, they'd just spend the night looking up at the moon, holding hands. They'd even gone to movies together, with Angela going with him to see some of the hot action movies Broadway loved, while he went with her to see movies that Broadway had once thought of as sappy. After she'd kissed him in the crawlspace after a screening of the old Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr movie An Affair to Remember, though...well, that changed his view on things quite a lot. It also brought up all sorts of questions, though, and a sense of insecurity.

That first kiss had been just that - the first of many. Gargoyles had a simpler attitude toward the idea of lovemaking than humans, one that was more laid-back and relaxed. But Angela had been raised by humans, while Broadway had been taken from his old clan and put into a sleep of a thousand years. This meant that both young gargoyles had missed the coming-of-age rituals that would have given them the most important training of their lives: how to have sex the gargoyle way. This lack of knowledge had kept the two from going too far, no matter how their bodies burned for each other, or how their dreams were troubled during the stony daysleep by thoughts of the others' touch. Angela was eager, of course, and had several times now tried to encourage Broadway to do more than just kiss - Broadway suspected she'd gone to Goliath about their troubles, and had gotten some insider information on the subject, something he felt was borne out when Goliath took to deliberately assigning him and Angela to the same patrols. In fact, just last night, when they were alone in Central Park, she'd even dared to playfully strip off her clothes and bathe in one of the park's fountains, Broadway standing nearby, staring gape-mouthed at his beautifully brazen (and also quite bare) companion.

The young gargoyle shuddered slightly as he slid into Elisa's apartment once more, remembering how the water had beaded on Angela's smooth purple skin as she knelt in the fountain, tilting her head up to let the cascade splash down onto her pert, upthrust breasts and perfect, deep mauve nipples, each as hard as the stone she became during the day. Moaning softly, the lithe young gar-girl had stroked her hands down her smooth body, her eyes closing as she bent forward slightly, thrusting her firm, perfect little bottom out behind her, her tail arching upward and then curling back toward her just a little past the tip, as though to direct all attention to the sweet secrets just beneath. Had Broadway not been standing slightly to Angela's side, rather than directly behind her, he would indeed have seen those precious purple treasures that she'd been saving...perhaps for him? Too much of a gentleman for his own good, however, Broadway had just stood there, speechless, until Angela looked over her shoulder at him and giggled, glancing down below his broad black belt, before asking if he wanted to join her. Broadway's eyes had gone down, following her gaze, and then widened even more than before, his cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of blue than before as he saw the prominent bulge in the front of his loincloth, almost large enough to push the leather garment aside, exposing him to Angela almost as much as she was exposed to him. Stammering, words failing him, Broadway stuttered out a hasty apology, an excuse, he wasn't sure what, and turned and took flight, just narrowly avoiding crashing into several trees on his way out, with Angela pouting prettily behind him as she was left to dress herself and make her own way back to the clock tower.

It was with these past events replaying in his mind that Broadway had been reading the scene where Billy Bibbet became a man. The questions Elisa had been expecting, of how sex related to adulthood and, more explicitly, to being an adult man, empowered and strong, hadn't occurred to Broadway at all - he already knew all of that. What he needed wasn't a general talk on what it meant to be a man; what he needed was someone he trusted to give him practical advice on how to actually act on what he already knew; on how to be a man for Angela. Goliath could have given him that advice, surely, but somehow Broadway didn't really feel comfortable asking his imposing leader about something so private and intimate and special. Elisa, though, was approachable, the one who Broadway had grown to see as his teacher as well as a special friend, almost the mother he'd never known, gargoyle culture being what it was. For something like this, Elisa Maza was the perfect person to talk to, of that Broadway was certain.

If Broadway hadn't been so caught up in his memories of yesterday night, and of how he was going to frame his questions to Elisa, he might have thought about what he was doing as he stepped into her bedroom and then, upon hearing the water running in the shower, started toward the bathroom door. Even with the water running, it was slightly ajar, so Broadway figured that it must be all right to go inside. After all, if Elisa wanted privacy, she'd surely have shut and maybe even locked the door, knowing how gargoyles tended to flock into her apartment on a regular basis.

Naturally, Broadway was completely unprepared for the sight that greeted him upon pushing the bathroom door open. There, kneeling at the side of the combination shower-tub, not a stitch of clothing to cover her smooth bronze nudity, was Elisa. She was bent slightly over, and Broadway's eyes immediately zeroed in on her smooth-shaved cunny, the lips of which were full and pouty and rather moist from the erotic imaginings that Elisa had been so recently entertaining. Unlike Angela's body, which was that of an almost-developed young female just barely entering her prime breeding years, Elisa's was that of a true woman, lean and toned, but lacking any of the slight girlish uncertainty that marked even Angela's most eager moments. As Elisa, hearing the soft click of Broadway's clawed toes on the bathroom tile as he came to a complete dead stop, turned, Broadway's eyes drifted upward, to Elisa's trim breasts, large enough to be pleasant handfuls without any sign of sag or looseness, her aureoles a surprisingly light pink with dark red nipples, with slight dimpling around their radiuses. Then Broadway's eyes raised to meet Elisa's, and he swallowed, knowing he'd just made a serious mistake.

"Um," he said with a lame half-smile, "the door was open, and I just...just...sorry," he finished, covering his eyes with one hand and starting to back out of the room, reaching out with the other to fumble for the door, so as to close it and give Elisa back her privacy.

Instead of finding the door, however, Broadway's hand found Elisa's as she caught hold of him, and gently brought him to a stop. Of course, if he'd wanted, Broadway was much stronger than Elisa, standing head-and-shoulders taller than her even if he hadn't been a gargoyle, and could have broken her grip without too much trouble. But he sensed that she didn't want him to leave, so he stopped, just standing there, one hand over his eyes, not really knowing what to do now.

"Broadway," Elisa said, her hands going to the cerulean gargoyle's chest, stroking him gently, soothingly. "It's okay." Her hand went to the one covering his eyes, and tugged it away, letting it hand by his side as the broad, blue gargoyle dared to open his eyes, looking down into Elisa's accepting gaze. "It's a little surprising," she admitted with a teasing grin, "but I don't mind. Now," she turned to walk toward the shower and seated herself on the wide rim, motioning with her other hand toward the closed toilet seat, where Broadway seated himself obediently, both his hands moving to cover the sizable bulge in the front of his loincloth, "what did you come here to talk to me about? It's pretty obvious you have some questions." She paused for a beat, before her face lit with inspiration. "Is it about what we read tonight?"

"K-kinda," admitted Broadway. "It's...well...recently...and it's been so hard...and I know I'm supposed to act a certain way, and girls are another way, and you're supposed to be the man and take charge, but I don't know if I'm ready for it, and..."

"Shh," said Elisa, smiling as she stood and put a finger on Broadway's lips, forcing herself to restrain the giggle that crept up as she looked down at him, he just looked so much like a naughty schoolboy caught at some prank, with his hands folded in his lap and his legs pressed together, head slightly down, trying not to stare up at her bared breasts, and only partially succeeding. It was a very naughty feeling, being naked there with the younger, inexperienced gargoyle boy in her bathroom, and it was making Elisa grow hot and wet again after her recent fantasies about Goliath. "Why don't you start at the beginning, and tell me everything?" She took a step back, hands on her hips, and nodded at Broadway reassuringly. "Take your time: there's no need to rush."

So Broadway told her everything, holding nothing back. At first it was a little hard, getting out the words, telling something so intimate to anyone, even Elisa. But soon the words just flowed almost of their own accord, and Broadway didn't have to think about what he was saying - he was just speaking from his heart.

As the cerulean-skinned gargoyle talked, Elisa watched not just him, but all of him: his tone, his mannerisms, even how obvious it was, even under his loincloth, when he lost his erection as he calmed down enough to start his story, but soon regained it as he started describing how Angela took off her clothes right in front of him and the strange, almost overpowering feelings this caused in him.

"It sounds to me as though you're just worried about what to do next," Elisa said after Broadway finished and looked at her hopefully, expectantly. "Is that about right?"

"Yeah," Broadway said with a sheepish shuffle on the lowered toilet seat, moving his hands once more between his legs, using his wrists to obscure the bulge in his loincloth. "I mean, what if I'm no good at...stuff? What if I'm so bad Angela decides she hates me? What if...," he shuddered, "what if I hurt her? I mean, the things I was feeling last night, they were so powerful, so...so..."

"It's okay," said Elisa in reassuring tones as she stood up, walking calmly and slowly toward Broadway, her words and manner much like she would use if she were approaching some especially timid wild animal. "What you're feeling is natural. It's your body's way of saying that you want someone, that you want to be with someone. If your heart goes along with the rest of your body, it may even be love." She knelt in front of Broadway, resting her hands on his as she looked up into his eyes. "Does it?"

Nodding, Broadway smiled shyly, his cheeks turning a darker blue as he looked away from Elisa's bold gaze.

"When I'm around Angela, I feel like my whole body is alive and...sort of bouncing, almost," he explained. "It's kind of hard to explain."

"I know the feeling," said Elisa as her smile widened. "That's how I feel about Goliath. And I'll bet it's how Angela feels about you. Actually," Elisa's face grew more serious as Broadway looked at her again, "she's probably worried right now that you don't feel the same way about her."

"Huh?" exclaimed Broadway, his eyes widening. "Wh-why's that?"

"Well," Elisa continued with a slight shrug, "Angela was raised by humans. I don't know what it means when a gargoyle woman takes off her clothes around a gar-guy, but with us humans, it's a pretty big, bold step. She was almost outright begging you to...well, to have sex with her." Elisa flushed for a moment at the "s" word, much like her mother had when the older Maza woman had explained the birds and the bees to young Elisa. "When you left her like that, it's probably made her start to wonder if there's something wrong with her, some reason that you didn't want to take her up on the offer." Elisa looked down with a slightly sad smile. "I had something like that happen to me a little before I went into the police academy; it made me swear off dating for, well...until I met Goliath, actually." Elisa's serious gaze returned to Broadway's face. "I think what you need is some help with sex, so you aren't afraid of giving Angela what she wants anymore."

"I could use any help you've got to give, Elisa," admitted Broadway, obviously not detecting any innuendo in Elisa's words, accepting them at face value like he normally did - after all, Elisa was his teacher, and he trusted her completely to help him with all the information at her disposal. "I'm a total mess right now. I mean, I might hurt Angela if I give her what she wants, and I'm sure to hurt her if I don't give her what she wants..."

"What about what _you_want, Broadway?" asked Elisa pointedly, reaching up to rest a gentle hand on his girthy stomach. "I mean, aren't you interested in Angela, in _that_way." Elisa smiled as she saw Broadway's blank look, and explained: "I mean, don't you want to have sex with her too? It's not just a one-way feeling between the two of you, is it?"

"Well, no," admitted Broadway. "I mean, yes! I do want to have sex with Angela! I'm almost sure I love her!" His voice was enthusiastic, and the barrel-bodied gargoyle straightened on his seat, his confidence obvious...until it suddenly failed as he looked down once more. "But...I just don't know what to do."

"Well," said Elisa, lifting her other hand to rest alongside the other, stroking her fingers into Broadway's firm, stony skin, feeling the slight give to it, far less than what a human's skin would have, or any mortal animal for that matter, "maybe what you need is some experience."

Her hands teased over Broadway's belly, making the gargoyle shiver, his eyes fixed on Elisa with an expression at once surprised and completely trusting - he would let her do whatever she wanted with him, and Elisa knew it, and the thought was making her hot. Unbuckling Broadway's belt, just a short distance above the swollen bulge in his loincloth, Elisa let the black leather fall from her hands, making the leather scrap go loose. Instead of immediately reaching for the waist of the gargoyle's loincloth, however, Elisa instead tenderly caressed that solid, leather-covered length with one hand, before wrapping her fingers around it, giving it a squeeze that made Broadway shudder, a soft whimper escaping his mouth.

"Elisa..." he gasped, almost whispering her name, his clawed hands catching on the tiled wall.

"I'll stop if you want," Elisa said, looking up at Broadway's face with a gentle smile. "I promise: no matter how far we go in, all you have to do is tell me if something feels wrong, or if you're not comfortable. But," she raised a finger of her other hand, "I also expect you to tell me when things feel right."

All Broadway could do was nod, doing his best to wet his dry lips as he watched Elisa with wide eyes, while she started to stroke the rigid flesh beneath his loincloth, using the soft leather to add that little bit of extra distance so as not to overwhelm the young gargoyle too quickly. Even as she moved her hand, however, Elisa had to smile, admiring the pleasant heft of Broadway's shaft. Even without seeing it, she knew he was almost as big as Goliath - and still growing, she reminded herself! Give the big lug a few years (maybe twice that many, she reminded herself, since Gargoyles only "lived" during the day), and he might even grow bigger than his clan leader. Actually, knowing that Broadway was a bit smaller in size than Goliath reassured Elisa, made her bolder, more adventurous. After all, she was able to handle Goliath only after some significant training and effort. After taking the towering purple-skinned gargoyle leader, in every way she could imagine, Elisa was confident she could handle Broadway, the realization giving her a sense of empowerment, of knowing that she was the one controlling this situation. She was Broadway's teacher, and he was giving her his complete trust. Elisa intended to teach him well.

Gripping the wall and the sink, Broadway lifted himself slightly as Elisa unbuckled his belt, and then slid both it and the loincloth down the young gargoyle's thickly-muscled legs, freeing his thick, uncircumcised cerulean erection, complete with a plump turquoise glans. Turning her head downward as she bent in close, Elisa stroked Broadway's very full, very heavy blue balls (doing her best to shove any jokes related to their color aside before they interfered with her fun), and then began to delicately lap at them with her tongue. Her fingers slid a little further back, to that extra-sensitive spot right behind the scrotum and right in front of the perineum, and applied just a little erotic pressure, the combined action enough to make Broadway gasp loudly, his back arching as he clenched his fists, doing his best not to ruin Elisa's bathroom tile or fixtures.

Daring to look down, Broadway watched, gape-mouthed, as Elisa continued using one hand to stroke just behind his balls, while using the other to caress his shaft, teasing its rigid surface with her short-trimmed nails. She would alternate sides with practiced skill, her mouth coming forward to nibble and lick at the gargoyle's cock, first on one side, then the other, all the while working her way slowly upward. The inexperienced gargoyle couldn't look away, his breath catching as he looked into Elisa's eyes when she reached the very tip of his cock, then moaned loudly when she flicked her tongue over the dripping glans, then teased her tongue into the stretched-taut ring of his foreskin, stroking around his barely-hidden corona. Luckily, the stone sleep also served as an effective way for gargoyles to stay clean, shedding dirt and grime along with their outer stony shells upon waking, so this wasn't an unpleasant experience for Elisa at all; quite the opposite, as she was one of those people that liked the taste of cum, especially gargoyle cum with its milder flavor, and Broadway was leaking precum quite heavily at this point.

Drawing back, continuing to slowly stroke near the base of Broadway's cock, her other hand pulling back completely, Elisa just smiled at the gargoyle's soft groan of disappointment, knowing that if she'd continued, he would surely have cum before she wanted him to pop his cork. This was the first time Broadway would come to an orgasm from the direct efforts of another, and Elisa wanted it to be a very fond memory of his that would last long after she'd passed on from old age. Instead, she looked up at Broadway with a teasing smirk while she let him continue to cool down.

"Good so far?" she asked, getting a quick nod in response. "I'm glad: I wanted to make you feel really good. Just be sure to tense up your muscles, especially your stomach, though, to keep from cumming too soon - girls like it when a guy can last a while, and then makes sure they have a good time too, instead of just cumming quick and going to sleep. And be sure to warn me when you're really close, so I can be the one to decide when you cum; I got lucky this time, thanks to your body language, but I might miss it the next time, and get a messy surprise for my troubles. You all right?" Another nod, this time accompanied by a grin and thumbs-up, which made Elisa giggle. "All right - let's take this deeper."

Giving Broadway only a moment to take in the meaning of her words, Elisa wrapped her lips skillfully around Broadway's thick and throbbing cock, and then lowered her head slowly forward, closing her eyes as she concentrated on controlling her breathing, on taking every inch of him. As Elisa did this, taking her time to work down Broadway's prodigiously thick length, Broadway took this as an opportunity to look down at her, admiring Elisa's pretty face, her shoulder-length, thick black hair, her firm, full breasts, and the sexy, heart-shaped curve of her buttocks as she rested her tush on her feet while she knelt. As she reached the base of Broadway's cock, her throat constricting violently around his glans, her sexy brown eyes opening to give the young gargoyle a searing gaze of lust and passion, concentrating on these idle thoughts were, as it turned out, the only thing that kept Broadway from blowing right then and there. And then Elisa started to move.

Pressing one hand against the wall so hard it left a slight indentation, Broadway grit his sharp teeth as Elisa started to bob her head, slowly at first, but quickly picking up speed. Resting her hands on his inner thighs, fingertips scratching into the flesh there, sensitive even on a stony-skinned gargoyle, Elisa hummed softly to herself as she worked, making sure to put just a tiny bit of bend in her movements, enough to give Broadway that bit of added stimulation. It didn't take long before he was panting like a dog, his pointed tongue hanging out, his eyes growing heavily-glazed, even while Elisa moved one of her hands downward, slipping between her own thighs to start to stroke her lovebutton with the same rapid, eager pace that she was bobbing her head, her tongue arching into the underside of Broadway's shaft even as she tasted the first harder warning shots of his impending orgasm.

"Elisa!" Broadway got out, gritting his teeth now, his voice tense, his breathing ragged, the visible muscles of his broad belly standing out in startling definition for someone who seemed so large-bodied. "Elisa, I don't think I can hold it any longer..."

As Broadway's warning trailed off into a loud moan, Elisa couldn't hold back the smirk at the corners of her mouth, any more than she could resist the temptation of using the hotbutton she'd discovered quite by accident on Goliath. Instead of slowing down at the cerulean gargoyle's warning, Elisa reached around with her free hand, and slipped it beneath Broadway's tail. Many males were pretty sensitive around their anal parts, and Elisa soon discovered that Broadway, like Goliath, was no exception, as his body stiffened when she gently teased her pinky finger against and then past his anal ring. More than that, however, Broadway's entire body started to spasm as she pressed her thumb and forefinger firmly against a muscular little nub right at the base of the underside of Broadway's tail. With a loud bellow akin to the one he gave when first awakening from stone sleep, his eyes glowing white with passion, Broadway's whole body spasmed, his hips jerking upward as he came with gusto, hot cum flooding Elisa's mouth. If Elisa hadn't had experience with Goliath, who was easily as productive as Broadway when he came, Elisa might have been overwhelmed. Thanks to her prior oral encounters with the large purple clan leader, however, Elisa simply pushed her head forward a little more, stifled her gag reflex as best as she could, and just held on for dear life as the young gargoyle thrashed and writhed through an orgasm so intense, if he hadn't been as heavy as he was, his movements and natural strength would likely have ripped the toilet seat right off its hinges.

Slowly, gradually, Broadway's flood slowed to a trickle, and he slumped tiredly, his cheeks flushed, his chest heaving. Elisa smiled as she swallowed the last drops of his cum, and looked down at his girthy cock as it slowly deflated, looking as drained as Broadway himself. Yeah, Elisa internally congratulated herself, that'll be memorable, all right. Standing, she took Broadway's hand, and slowly hauled the heavyset male to his feet, wrapping his arm over her naked shoulders.

"Come on," she said with a teasing smile, "let's get you to bed. We've got a few more hours left before sunrise, and I intend to make the most of them."

This declaration made Broadway's eyes widen as he was led from the bathroom and into the bedroom, but he didn't object in the least. In fact, his penis started to slowly revive as Elisa guided him to a seat at the foot of the bed, and then gently pushed him, so that he was laying on his back, looking up at her as she straddled his thighs, resting her hands on his stomach.

"Didn't think I'd let you go until I'd been satisfied, did you?" she asked with a wink as she climbed up Broadway's body, and then knelt on his chest, letting him stare at her lovely dangling breasts and smooth-shaved quim. "Time for me to teach you how to give as well as take, Broadway."

Hesitantly, at least at first, Broadway reached up, his large hands closing on Elisa's smooth brown breasts. She smiled at his nervousness, and lowered herself a little more, letting him have easier access, while reaching down to spread herself with one hand, rubbing against her moist slit to keep her arousal steadily rising, the other resting on the headboard of the bed.

"Whatever you gargoyles might think about humans, Broadway, I'm not that fragile," she said with a grin. "Especially not there - it's made to be flexible." She nodded at the younger gargoyle's questioning look. "Go ahead. I'll let you know when you're doing something wrong...or right."

His breathing becoming ragged as his nostrils flared, taking in Elisa's sweet scent, Broadway hesitated only a moment longer...before he closed his mouth on her smooth, buoyant breasts. The young gargoyle's mouth was well-suited to large meals, and Elisa's breasts weren't puny by any means, and soon she hissed softly, sucking in her breath as Broadway very nearly completely engulfed first one and then the other of her full teats in his eagerly slurping, sucking mouth.

"Guess," gasped Elisa with a slight smile, finding it hard to form expressions from her rising arousal, "guess gargoyle women have breasts for a reason."

Momentarily, Elisa had a mental image of Goliath doing something like this to Demona - someone Elisa recognized as drop-dead sexy, if only she wasn't so evil - sucking on the sleek-bodied femme's breasts in that large, handsome mouth of his. The image was intensified all the more as Broadway started to center his suckling, first on one breast, and then on the other, onto Elisa's coin-sized aureoles, his eyes closing as he tugged on her swollen nipples, a look of blissful contentment forming on his face as he thoroughly bathed Elisa's breasts, until they were slick and glistening with his saliva.

With an effort of will, Elisa made herself pull away from the sweet tingling that ran through both her breasts at Broadway's eager attentions. As she pulled her breasts away, Broadway released her breasts reluctantly, a loud, slurping 'pop' accompanying the withdrawal of one now-aching mammary from his mouth, and then looked up at her with a slightly worried expression, obviously afraid he'd done something wrong. Elisa just smiled, shaking her head, her body language telling Broadway he'd only done things that were very, very right...but Elisa wanted to move on. Using the hand on the headboard to pull herself up, Elisa now used her other hand to spread her labia wide as she lowered herself over Broadway's head, letting him stare straight up into her cunny. For a long moment, Broadway just stared, wide-eyed and intensely aroused, at the beautiful sight of a woman's arousal-slick sex. Then he licked his lips...and dug in.

Crying out for a moment at the intensity of sensation that wracked through her body the moment Broadway's tongue slid into her, Elisa's back arched, releasing the headboard and her labia with her hands to grip the sheets instead. Broadway almost pulled back, fearing for a moment that he'd gone too far, but then Elisa's hands grabbed his head, holding him firmly in place, and he soon realized the only way he was going to get a breath of fresh air, without using brute force anyway, was to make Elisa cum. Rising to the challenge (while other parts of him were 'rising' as well, already fully recovered from his recent orgasm), Broadway _drove_his long gargoyle-ish tongue into Elisa like the thrust of a spear, making her cry out once more, and then start to grind her cunny against the young gargoyle's face as he messily and very noisily slurped on her slit, his clawed hands squeezing her buns tightly as he pulled her in even closer, eyes looking up eagerly to watch Elisa's face as she came. Until that moment, as Elisa's cheeks darkened, her expression tense in her adorable o-face, Broadway had never _really_realized just how beautiful Elisa really was. Of course he'd known she was beautiful - all the gargoyles knew that - but to know her as a true woman as well as his friend and teacher...that was something special, something precious that Broadway would never forget. Even if they never did this again, something that Broadway suspected might happen because of the danger of jealousies between their respective lovers arising (jealousy wasn't supposed to happen between gargoyles, but that didn't stop it from occasionally cropping up), this was a moment in time that he would treasure forever in his memory.

Curling his tongue upward, toward the roof of Elisa's quim, as he started to pull back his long and slightly rough tongue, Broadway's eyes widened as this seemed to have an extraordinary effect on Elisa, making the brown-skinned human's firm belly tighten, her teeth grit as she gave a high keening noise. Since she didn't tell him to stop (as Broadway was quickly learning wasn't going to happen unless he did something really bad), he tried it again, stroking his tongue inward, making sure to rasp it firmly against that very slightly rougher spot inside of her. Hearing Elisa almost scream out "Yes!" Broadway took this as a sign that he was doing something right, and pulled Elisa in a little closer so that he could properly flicker the tip of his tongue inside of her, before stroking it back and forth in long, smooth arching movements.

Grateful that his love of food had made his mouth and tongue as strong and enduring as they were, to say nothing of the natural power bestowed by his gargish ancestry, Broadway was almost taken by complete surprise when Elisa's inner walls clamped_down on his tongue, _hard! Whoa! She had strong muscles in there! It took almost all of Broadway's prodigious strength to keep on moving his tongue despite Elisa's high-pitched keening and intensely tight squeezing down. He was glad that he did keep moving, actually, as soon after his mouth was almost literally flooded with a powerful gush of his beautiful teacher's juices, forcing Broadway to half-close his eyes, his lips forming a tight seal as his throat pulsed with each swallow as he gulped down every drop. Delicious...

"T-too much," gasped Elisa suddenly, pushing against Broadway's head, prompting him to release his grip on her firmly-toned bottom, letting her slide down the high curve of his stomach. "Sensitive right now," she added, her breathing coming fast as she worked to get herself under control. Then Elisa gave Broadway a teasing wink between ragged breaths. "You...did good...for a first-timer. Really good."

Resting her rump slowly back onto Broadway's belly, Elisa puffed hard as she caught her breath, closing her eyes as she forced herself to get her racing heart under control. She hadn't been kidding about Broadway being good for a first-timer! Letting herself slide slowly down the curve of Broadway's stomach as she felt herself getting control of her body once more, Elisa looked over her shoulder at the turgid organ between the young gargoyle's legs, lying back against his groin, the tip touching the base of his belly...and, right now, her brown-skinned bottom.

Smiling mischievously, Elisa gave Broadway a wink before she lifted a leg, and turned herself around. In this new position, she was able to reach down and tenderly caress Broadway's stiff shaft, making the gar-guy shiver, his hips arching upward a little as she teased her fingertips beneath his scrotum, stroking the extra-sensitive spots right behind his sac and right beneath his tail at the same time, using both hands. Of course, this had certain side effects, and Elisa had to jerk her head back quickly to avoid getting a spurt of precum on her nose, though it splattered on her trim, flat stomach all the same. Taking Broadway's shaft in both hands, resting them one atop the other to hold his whole length properly, Elisa stroked Broadway up and down, making sure to coax out plenty of his precum to coat his cock, making it nice and slick for her.

"You want to take this to the next level, Broadway?" she asked, glancing over her shoulder at her young protégé. Broadway gave her a thumbs-up, his voice failing him right then, his expression adorably dazed as he lay there, still licking Elisa's juices off his face.

Seeing that Broadway wasn't really able to do more than lie back and enjoy right then, Elisa was happy to oblige him, arching her hips forward, squeezing her pussy lips against the turgid shaft while pressing on it from the other side with her hands, giving her a firm surface against which to grind her juicy quim, riding him with slow thrusts of her pelvis until Broadway's shaft was as slick as a turned-on stripper's pole. Feeling herself getting close to another climax, and knowing that Broadway couldn't be that far behind - though he'd likely last longer anyway, thanks to his recent orgasm as well as his natural gargish thick skin, which extended even to his genitals - Elisa rose to a crouch over Broadway, looking down between her legs as she gripping his cock, holding it so that it stood straight up, pointed directly toward her flushed and sopping-wet cunny. Broadway stared, rapt, at Elisa's taut buns as she squeezed his cockhead against her smooth brown quim, slowly working his uncut glans into the folds of her labia, parting them with steady stroking motions of her hips, sinking a little lower each time. Then she paused, and he looked up at her face; she was grinning at him, and then gave him a wink as she took one of her hands from his cock, and used it to smack her toned bottom, then spread the taut cheeks as she squatted over his hard shaft.

"You like my butt, huh?" she teased him, reaching back to take one of his large hands, guiding it to her outthrust bum, then moaning softly as he added his other hand to the first, squeezing and rolling the supple flesh beneath his palms.

"I like all of you, Elisa," the cerulean gargoyle answered with the perfect honesty that was as much a part of him as his hefty belly, his hands soon after moving to her hips, gripping her there firmly but still gently, careful not to scratch her with his sharp talons.

"Then I hope you'll love this," Elisa returned, before taking two long, deep breaths, and then, on the third exhalation, slowly squeezed herself down onto Broadway's thick blue cock.

"Elisa..." Broadway breathed, his eyes wide, hands going limp for a moment as Elisa sank inch after inch of him into her smooth, slick, snug channel. Then, when his balls pressed against her juicy slit, wetness dripping down the full, ovular surfaces of the testicles contained in his sac, turning his stony blue-grey skin darker with her moisture, his hands tightened, his voice fading off into a long, loud moan of pleasure, which just grew louder still as Elisa started to gyrate her hips, churning his cock inside of her as her inner walls rippled around his length.

Only barely stifling a cry of her own, Elisa had to grit her teeth to keep from falling forward as a small-but-powerful orgasm shook her body. This just added a little extra bend to Broadway's cock as she started to hump him, pressing her hands to the bed as she started to bounce her bottom up and down, riding the gargoyle like a horse - and he certainly filled her up like a stallion! Soon Elisa was pumping Broadway's cock so hard, so fast, her firm breasts were bouncing with each thrust of her body, the angle ensuring that firm pressure was put almost directly on her clit with each thrust down or long stroke upward. Desperate for that last little bit of needed stimulation, Elisa took one of her hands from supporting herself on the bed and grabbed one of Broadway's hands, pulling it around and guiding his fingers to her aching lovebutton.

"That's my clitoris," she explained in a tight, tense voice. "It's like your penis, but all the feeling is packed into a much smaller space. Just start rubbing it, good and fast, until I tell you to stop."

Broadway immediately started to comply, and Elisa soon couldn't hold back the loud moans that escaped from her throat as those strong, eager fingers quickly worked her up to a full lather, encouraging her to start to work her buns even harder, even faster, feeling herself cum and cum again, leaving the whole of Broadway's cock coated in her juices for those moments that it was visible outside of her pulsing cunny. Broadway watched in fascination as Elisa's anus clenched visibly every few strokes, signaling another of her peaks of pleasure, as he quickly realized she was having, probably just like the orgasm he'd had before, his stolid, practical natural intelligence figuring out cause-and-effect very quickly indeed, the final click of understanding coming when she compared her clitoris to his penis. After a few more strokes, and with a little experimentation, soon Broadway was mimicking Elisa's own hip-gyrations, moving in counterpoint to her own thrusts, his fingers stroking with steadily-improving skill against her swollen clitty. It was sort of like flying with a partner...except not even flying never felt this good. He wondered if Angela would like to mix the two, maybe flying at the same time they were...

Then Broadway's mind was seared with raging power. His momentary intellectualizing of the act had helped him hang on for a short while longer, but it couldn't stave off the inevitable, not with someone as smoking hot as Elisa Maza eagerly rode him, her voice steadily rising in volume with each orgasm that shook her body. He barely had enough time to get out a strangled warning to Elisa before his own climax hit, hard. With a loud bellow, his eyes blazing white, Broadway rose up to his knees, his powerful hands going to Elisa's outer thighs, holding her legs on either side of his hips like the handles of a wheelbarrow. Letting his orgasm control his body, Broadway's hips jerked, pushing his "wheelbarrow" until Elisa's knuckles were turning white from gripping the bedsheets so tightly, his heavy balls slapping loudly against her smooth flesh with every hard buck of his hips.

After the first splash of cum against her cervix, making her inner walls contract violently, Elisa was only vaguely aware of Broadway lifting her up, of the loud smacking of his hips against her body, making her bottom bounce with each impact. It was so intense, so overwhelming, this moment in which she was being filled up with fresh virgin cream, that Elisa could hardly hold onto her consciousness.

Panting, Broadway slowly sank back onto his butt, his chest and belly heaving as he struggled to regain his breath after the raw, intense feelings that had blasted through his young body. As Elisa settled onto Broadway's lap, she looked down at the copious amounts of gargoyle cum leaking down his shaft from her well-filled cunny, in which his cock was still firmly placed, finding herself grateful that she didn't need a condom with gargoyles, since, as Goliath had told her, humans and gargoyles couldn't produce children. She also found herself slightly surprised, but not at all unhappy, to discover that Broadway's cock was still nice and hard, the continued pulsing of her inner muscles making sure not to keep him rigid. Since neither of them seemed ready to stop, and there was still a few hours before dawn, Elisa decided she'd complete Broadway's education.

"Elisa?" Broadway asked in some confusion as the bronze-skinned woman slowly lifted herself up from the blue-green gargoyle's cock, letting it pop free with a messy gush of their mingled juices, being sure to grip it near the base as she rose so it didn't flop down and off-target, before tilting the uncut glans just a little bit higher as she lowered down once more, nudging the tip of that fat blue cock against the bull's-eye of her snug sphincter.

"It's okay, Broadway," Elisa reassured him, even as she grit her teeth, grateful for how much lubrication their prior acts had given to Broadway's glistening length, before giving a short, sharp gasp as her tight brown ring suddenly yielded, letting her sink, nice and slow, down her student's proud penis. "This is where you have to be extra gentle. You can really hurt a girl this way if you're too rough. But, ngh," Elisa winced as she flexed her toned bottom, making the young gargoyle beneath her groan in pleasure as he was so tightly squeezed, "if you do this right, it can give a girl the most dirty sort of pleasure."

At first, Broadway could only gape down at where Elisa's anal ring gripped his cock, clinging to it as she rose up, and then clenching down visibly as she lowered herself until her firm butt squeezed against his hairless hips. Then, as she slowly bent herself forward, while Broadway remained upright, he gave a ragged gasp, before his hands went to Elisa's bum, gripping her firmly as she started to thrust herself back against him, his own hips soon answering her thrusts. At this angle, with Broadway leaning slightly back, and Elisa leaning forward until her breasts were rubbing against the sheets on every thrust, Broadway felt a powerful squeeze on his cock caused by the angling of his shaft, adding just that much more stimulation to his pleasure, which quickly started to reach the boiling point. Like Elisa had been after her recent orgasm, Broadway was so very sensitive right then, his body tingling and alive with sensations beyond anything he'd ever even considered might be possible before. It was...so much. It was...too much.

Squeezing Elisa's bottom firmly, Broadway started to thrust almost straight up into his teacher's tushie, while she, in turn, bounced her buns vigorously on his hips, keeping her upper body almost still as she let her long, firm legs do the work, unable to hold back the loud moans that escaped her lips as she reached one hand between her legs, almost brutally forcing her fingers into her heavily-juicing quim, curling them up to squeeze right at her sweet spot.

"C-close, Elisa," Broadway got out, which just made Elisa nod in her own eagerness, pushing herself to go even faster, thrust even harder. She wasn't going to be left behind, and she was so close herself...sooo close...this was going to be huge.

And it was. Broadway, as a young and healthy male gargoyle, didn't have his volume reduced in the least as he slumped heavily back onto the bed, his hips arching upward with the raw power of his orgasm, his added sensitivity making it even more potent, even more overwhelming than the first two. Elisa wasn't much different, so keyed up from the passion of their lovemaking and the heady intoxication of deflowering a virgin that it wracked body her body and her mind, making her unable to hold back her own loud cry of orgasm as she struggled to keep her senses at least somewhat functional. In fact, she did lose her senses for a short period, everything going black for a few seconds right as her pleasure hit that point where it was more than even she could bear. The last thing Elisa remembered, before her mind shut itself off, was looking down at the floor, and a familiar, broad blue-indigo foot-talon stepping into her line of vision.

*

Goliath, of course, wasn't the jealous type. Why should he be? In his staid gargish view, still only starting to be changed by human custom, Elisa had simply been fulfilling her right and proper duty as the lead female of the clan. After all, someone had to teach the young gargoyle males how to treat a female when they picked out a mate for themselves, and traditional gargoyle society wasn't terribly concerned about who was born from whose eggs - they were all a part of the clan, after all, all of them brothers and sisters, parents and children, friends and lovers to each and every one. That was what it meant to be a part of the clan.

Still, as Elisa leaned back in Goliath's comforting embrace, while Broadway lay nearby, Elisa's hand stroking his chest and stomach, they agreed that they probably shouldn't do things like this too terribly often. After all, Broadway would need to tend to the needs of Angela soon, after she accepted his offer to become his mate (which Goliath strongly hinted, based on his own conversations with his daughter, was a very great likelihood), and of course Elisa and Goliath would need to spend most of their attentions on each other, as true mates should. An occasional fling wasn't a bad thing by any means, and could even be a very good thing, adding interest and excitement to a relationship, or giving lovers a chance to learn new things from others, enhancing their lovemaking all the more, but if it became too steady...well...somebody was probably paired with the wrong mate.

It was a little less than an hour before dawn when Goliath reluctantly released his gentle hold on Elisa, resting her smooth, naked body back on her bed as he rose and touched Broadway on his shoulder, guiding the younger gargoyle with him as they went toward the window. But before they left, Broadway paused in the doorway to the bedroom and looked back at Elisa, whose eyes were almost entirely closed, sleep quickly starting to lay its claim on her.

"See you tomorrow night, Elisa?" Broadway asked eagerly.

"Sure, Broadway," Elisa agreed sleepily. "We'll watch the movie that goes with the book we finished. And then you can tell me all about how it's going with Angela."

"You bet, Elisa," Broadway agreed eagerly, then blushed. "Um...but don't be mad if I'm a little late, okay? Me'n Angela have a lot to talk about."

'Bet it's more than talking you need to do,' Elisa thought to herself with a final sleepy smile before she closed her eyes.

"Come when you can, Broadway," she managed to get out with an act of will to stave off sleep a little longer. "And if you can't, we can always watch it another night."

"Okay, Elisa," said Broadway with a smile, grinning a little sheepishly up at Goliath as the taller gargoyle leader patted his younger clanmate on the shoulder, before the two turned and headed to the window. "Bye!"

With that, the pair leapt from the window, their wings catching the pre-dawn updrafts of the city, bearing them swiftly to their clocktower home. Elisa managed a final, sleepy smile, and then let consciousness fade at last into dreaming. It had been a very busy night.