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Carola and I walk down the street, the troubles of the night wash away as I hold her arm in mine. The street is dark, but is light up by the moon, making for a perfect end to a perfect day. It’s such a shift from the night we met, the night I almost lost my life to something I half chalk up to a hallucination. The only proof I had of that night having faded a couple of years ago.

“The night I first met you, I almost died...” I say, as we continue down the street.

“What do you mean?” Carola asks, looking at me for a moment.

I take a moment to think my answer over, almost tempted to tell her the truth. I want to tell her everything, more than anything. But even now, I still remember the vow I gave a decade ago, the vow that changed my life, and I think better of it. “Let’s just say, it’s the night my life started over again.”

We end the night in our apartment, with our children sleeping soundly in bed, and me checking in on them, one last time. I turn the light off before heading back to the front door. I hear Carola and Wyatt, my agent, talking either side of the open door.

“You know, you saved Preston.” Wyatt tells Carola. “From people like me.”

“She saved me from myself.” I say to Wyatt, putting my hand onto her shoulder, her hand coming to my wrist.

“Time to go, this type of sincerity is bad for my self image.”

The three of us chuckle at this, before Carola and I tell him goodnight. By the time we move to the bedroom, I can see Wyatt try to catch a passing taxi, failing before looking around, as if trying to figure his next move. I take a moment, thinking things over, worrying about staying in the same city that caused me so many problems in the past. I turn around towards Carola, who is now sitting at her dresser in her night gown, finally speaking up.

“Let’s move to the country.” I tell her, my open shirt swaying in the motion. “We’ll buy a big house, with lots of land for the kids.”

“The kids would hate it as much as you would,” she responds, smiling widely at the thought.

I come over to her and squat down next to her, now eye level with her. “Then for you.”

“There’s nothing you could give me, that I don’t already have.”

Taking another moment to think it over, I finally make the decision. “Yes, there is.”

I go over to the wardrobe, grabbing a medium sized box from inside before bringing it out, and taking it back to Carola. Placing the box onto the ground next to her, I open it up, unlatching the lid before revealing the content inside.

“No-one has ever seen this,” I tell her, as I go to grab the statue inside the box. It’s of a gargoyle, no more than a foot or so big, the body of the beast fitting in one hand, as I hold the square base with the other. We’re silent as I give it to her, her eyes traveling up and down the statue, as if examining it. I take a couple seconds, allowing her to look at it properly before placing it to the side before I stand back up again.

“That’s what killed, Jehr. And then it turned on me. I knew I was going to die.” I explain to her, as she looks confusedly between the statue and me. “But it spoke, it spoke. It said to me, that it wouldn’t kill me, if I promised that I wouldn’t tell anybody, what had happened, what I’d seen. So I never told anybody.”

“Then why are you telling me?” Carola asks, her gaze fixing onto me.

“Because, you’re the most important thing in my life. Because you brought me ten years of happiness, ten years of success, ten years of a perfect life. I’m telling you because I love you.” I say, squatting down once more. “You deserve everything I can give you. And the only thing I’ve never given you, is the truth. About what happened the night we met.”

She looks between the statue and me again, but this time, seemingly less confused over this whole situation. I pick up the statue again and hold it out to her, not sure what else to do. She takes it from my grasp, before standing up, looking the statue over properly. She walks past me and I turn around, keeping my gaze on her. She lets out a sob, and this catches me off guard.

“What’s wrong? I’m not making this up, I’m telling you the truth!”

After a moment, she seems to regain herself, taking a moment before speaking again. “Were you scared? Did you... fear the creature?”

“I... should have feared it.”

“Should have?” She asks, turning slightly around.

“I was scared, but... there was something about the gargoyle, something that... drew me to her.” I say, slowly moving over to the bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress.

“Her?”

“Yeah, the creature was... naked. I was so scared, I looked everywhere for an escape, I even thought about going... going in between her legs.”

“Go on...”

“She was so inhuman, but I... I couldn’t help but be... attracted to her.”

“Attracted?”

“Y-yeah, I... I don’t know. It... turned something on inside of me. I couldn’t stop thinking about her, her body, her horns, how big she was.”

“Did you ever... explore these feelings?”

“I... couldn’t help myself. I looked up some... material online. I even... painted stuff.”

“What sort of ‘stuff’?” Carola asks, turning away from me again.

“Um... interspecies stuff. Of humans and... animals.”

“Animals?”

“I thought of doing paintings of her, of the gargoyle, but I could never be talented enough to do her justice. Animals were the next best thing, you know? They’re inhuman enough to remind me of that night. But... they’re just paintings, fantasy, you know? I didn’t use real references, if... that’s what you’re worried about.”

“Do you consider the gargoyle a monster?” She asks, not seemingly worried about the paintings.

“N-no, that’s may be the term she comes under online, but she’s the farthest thing from a monster.”

“What about the kids and me?”

This takes me back a little, making me turn fully towards her. “I’ve always connected you to that night, to the... incident.”

“Does she turn you on more than me?”

“Carola...”

“Just...” Carola takes a moment, a small amount of strain in her voice. “Tell me.”

“Y-yes, she does.”

This seems to change something in her, as she drops the statue and turns towards me, smiling softly. It takes me a moment to realise her teeth are razor sharp, almost animalistic. I move back on the bed in shock, as her lips start to widen, her smile growing from ear to ear.

“I never knew someone could... think of me that way.” She says, her voice inhumanly deep.

Yet again, it takes me a couple of seconds to realise that I’ve heard that voice before. From that night, the night Carola and I met. It’s the voice of the gargoyle, the same one that rumbled down into my very core. I can only watch as Carola starts to grow, her body stretching upwards, her skin shifting slightly as muscles move and start to grow underneath her skin.

“It’s... you...” I manage to say, my voice weakened by what I’m watching.

“Preston, it has always been me.” She rumbles out, her clothes become tight against her skin as she grows in size. The fabric starts to rip off of her form, revealing her bare body to me.

Her feet start to change, her ankles pull up into the air, shifting into a more animalistic from. The skin of her feet starts to darken, visibly becoming more rough, almost reptilian in nature. I am almost mesmerised by the small diamond shapes of her ‘new skin’, watching as the shift moves up her body, covering more and more of her legs with the rougher, tougher skin. Carola now stands on the balls of her feet as her nails grow into feral claws, darkening from a soft grey, to a deep black colour. As her ankles fix themselves into their new place, the back of them unseam naturally. It’s not that the skin tears, it’s more that a previously unseen hole opens up, before a small horn is pushed out. This makes her legs look more animalistic, in an almost unnatural way.

I move back on the bed as her thighs start to bulk out with muscle, only able to watch as her arms start to grow and shift. Her fingers elongate and thicken as the skin around them starts to darken. My focus now on her hands, I watch as her fingernails thicken, darken, and sharpen, changing into large claws. This makes me gulp softly, feeling my heart race at the sight of her animalistic claws.

The changes move up her arms, her skin bulging lit slightly, becoming rougher, tougher even from the looks of it. It’s somewhat close to a reptile’s skin, but somewhat... stone-like too. When the changes reach her elbows, an opening forms on the outer side of either joint. A horn gets pushed out of both elbows, they’re a little short and thick, in comparison to Carola’s new size, but look like they can still do a good amount of damage, if used correctly.

As the changes continue up her arms, and meet her midsection, the changes continue up her upper legs. Her privates grow along with her overall form, her folds and the area around them darken more than the rest of her body. It’s a deep-ish brown colour that leads down between her thighs, and presumably to her rump. The dark skin dots upwards to the tan coloured belly, the dots de-populate upwards, before being washed out by the tan of Carola’s midsection. It’s the same with her inner legs, but is slightly harder to see, since the rest of her body is a middle ground between the darker colour of her genitals, and the lighter tan of her underbelly.

Something starts to form behind her legs, slowly growing down between her thighs. It’s large, thick, and soon finds itself sliding down across the floor, realising that it’s a tail. The tail continues to grow across the floor, getting a good few feet laying across the ground, before the growth starts to slow down before stopping all together. It sways from side to side softly across the floor, taking my attention for a moment.

At this, I realise just how turned on I am, my erection throbbing underneath my boxers. Carola moves her hands across her body, as if to draw my attention to her overall form once again. I open up my boxers, revealing my erection to the world. My hand grasps my length tightly, jerking myself off slowly at first, unable to hold myself back from pleasuring myself at the sight of Carola’s changing.

“Oh Preston...” Carola moans out, looking down at me as her midsection grows and bulks out with muscles.

When the changes reach her upper chest, her breasts start to grow, filling out more and more. The skin of her breasts darkens just a little, to a mild tan colour. Her areolas and nipples darken to a similar colour to her pussy, as they grow in size too, bringing my attention to them for a moment. Once her breasts stop growing, Carola brings her hands to them, weighing them in her thick digits as she works her large nipples.

She takes a moment, moaning out deeply in pleasure, as something starts to grow behind her back. It takes me a few seconds to realise that they’re a pair of wings, a small-ish horn growing out of the joints of her wings. They’re similar to bat wings, with thick, jointed appendages, with segmented leathery skin joined in between the almost finger-like segments of her wings.

They grow larger and wider, spreading them out as if to stretch the muscles held within her wings. It takes longer for her wings to expand to their full size, spreading out to the point of hitting either side of the room. They’re just as I remember them from a decade ago; inhuman in their beauty, their grace, and their power. I can’t help but gulp as I continue to pleasure myself, tightening my grip on my member.

When her wings stop growing, giving a couple flaps to test them out. The changes start to move up her neck, bulking out as muscles grow and shift underneath her skin. Carola’s head starts to grow in line with the rest of her body, two holes forming on her forehead, being followed by the tips of horns. They push outwards from her skull, slowly curling outwards more and more. They’re a lot bigger than her other horns, curling downwards as they continue to grow out from herself.

Her features grow more angular, more inhuman. It’s the only real way to describe her, and yet... with every second, I grow more and more attracted to her. The skin of her neck and head grows darker, becoming spotted around her upper chest, mixing in with the tan of her underbelly. Her hair retracts into her head, almost being consumed by her skin as it changes, leaving her hairless. Her mouth widens a little her teeth becoming pointed and sharp, like large wolf teeth held within her gargoyle maw. The moonlight shines off of her skin as she looks down at me, passion held within her gaze. It doesn’t take nearly as long for her head to change to her gargoyle form, finally completing the change.

My mouth is dry as I try to speak, my lips parting for a moment, before closing my mouth again. Carola smiles down at me, watching me as I stop jerking off, getting up from the bed. I walk over to her, looking over her body in awe, feeling my heart race in my chest as I draw closer to her. She looks even more amazing up close, her beauty beaming down onto me.

“The way you look at me, I never knew a human could... ever look at me like this, before...” Carola says, her voice surprisingly soft.

“I could never look at you any other way Carola.” I tell her, my hands moving up to her midsection, my fingers caressing her rough skin.

“What do you want to do now...?”

“So... many things, Carola.”

“Just... let’s not wake the kids up, okay?”

“I won’t, I promise.” I respond, moving my hands down to her hips. “Could you lay across the bed? O-on your back, please?”

“S-sure.” Carola whispers as she moves past me, doing as I ask. She lays across the bed sideways, her legs planted across one side, while her head rests across the other side. “Like this?”

“Could you raise your legs up, please?”

Carola does this too, raising her legs before her hands move down to grab the back of her knees, holding her legs in place. Moving myself below her, I am met by the scent of her hitting me full force in the face. I tremble as this happens, the smell of sweat and musk, with an undertone of something else, almost like stone and moss. This makes me gulp as lust takes me over, and I almost lose control of myself as I look her over. Her pussy and ass are both larger than I could have imagined, looking glossy from the sweat that coats her skin and holes.

Her tail shifts from side to side slowly, the thick base of it looking amazingly tempting. I never knew that a tail could be so amazing, but just the way it looks, the way it moves... I am mesmerised by it. Carola shifts a little awkwardly under my gaze, looking up at me for a moment, before looking to the side.

“Sorry, Preston. Transforming can make me work up a bit of a sweat...” Carola says, her cheeks darkening a little in a blush.

“O-oh, trust me. I was so hoping for that.” I huff out, moving forward towards her. “Like, really... really hoping for that.” I respond, licking my lips. “M-may I?”

“M-may you... what?”

I blush deeply at the thought of vocalising my intentions, but I take a moment to try and put it into words. “Well, may I service you?”

Carola’s eyes widen at this, gasping for a moment, seemingly actually taken aback by this. It takes a few seconds, where she opens her mouth to try and speak, where nothing comes out, but she nods softly. At this, I start to disrobe, taking off my night clothes quickly. Carola looks across my body as I stand before her, focused on my crotch for a few seconds.

I move down onto my knees, coming up close to her backside, the heat of her body radiating from her holes. This makes my whole face blush from just how strong the heat is, even before I take an inhale of her scent. If I thought her scent was strong before, this is completely incomprehensible in comparison. My mind short-circuits for a moment, and my head falls straight in between her ass cheeks, face planting her anus.

This coats my entire face in her sweat, her ass cheeks clamping down on me the moment I make contact. Her sweat soaks immediately into my skin, marking me with her scent. All I can do is moan, muffled by her giant ass cheeks. Time dissolves around me in this moment, leaving me to huff and breath in her smell. Every part of my body goes limp for a moment, as I get lungful upon lungful of her scent, her ass cheeks being the only thing to hold me up. The strength and power of her smell only being dwarfed by the power of her own body. It’s nothing close to unhygienic, and definitely overwhelming my mind, making me unable to think of anything else, than her sweat.

As I slowly regain control of my body, I stable myself, finally keeping myself upright. My hands move down to the base of Carola’s tail, gripping it tightly. I start to pump my hands back and forth, up and down her chunky tail. This causes Carola to moan out as I move faster and harder, feeling her tail tense up for a moment, before relaxing. As I continue to give her a tail-job, I start to lick and lap at her anus, worshipping her hole with my tongue.

This makes her go into overdrive, clamping her ass cheeks down onto my head even harder. Her body shifting and moving around me, with almost no regard to me. I try my best to work in rhythm with her body, finding it hard to, being trapped between her ass cheeks. But whatever I seem to do, makes her cry out in pleasure. Dampness starts to flow down from above me, this having a sweeter scent to it. And I realise that she’s actually getting off from having me in the cleft of her backside. Working more and more, my jaw begins to hurt from the attention I’m giving to her. By despite of this, I continue to work her hole, as more of her thick juices seep down from her pussy.

Moving my hands faster and harder along the base of her tail, Carola slowly releases her grip on my face, finally relieving the strain on my skull. Finally being able to pull back, I gasp as my head is released from her backside with an audible plop. With this, Carola lets out a growl, an annoyed sound as she looks down at me, a slight grimace on her face.

“What are you doing?” She asks, her voice mirroring her annoyance.

“I can’t work in such... tight conditions.” I say, massaging my jaw softly with a hand, before returning it to her tail, continuing to jerk the base of her tail back and forth.

“And you stop, just because of that?”

“I didn’t say anything about stopping, but... just a breather. For a little, alright?”

“We need to work on that...”

“On what?”

“Your endurance...” Carola growls out, a rather... passionate look forming on her face.

I gulp at this, feeling as though I’ve bitten off more than I can handle. “Y-you know, maybe we could cool down a little?”

“Not with your hands working my tail, but what did you have in mind?”

“How does it feel to have wings?” I ask, taking a moment to slow my motions along her tail.

“Really, my wings? That’s where you start? Nowhere else?”

“What? Are you worried?”

“You’ve got some gumption, that’s for sure...” Carola says, licking her lips. “Alright, wings. They’re... they’re kinda like having a second pair of arms, attached directly to my spine.”

“What about your... claws? Do they feel different from fingernails?”

“Yeah, they do. It’s like they’re attached directly to the bones in my fingers.” Carola responds, looking down to her hands. “They’re sharper, of course. But...”

“But, what?” I ask, taking a moment from jerking her tail, the sweat building up along her skin, making it an easier job.

“It’s weird, to have them, but not as weird as the wings. Now... got anything else you wanna yap about?”

“You mean, in this little interrogation?”

“You’re working my body, thought it’d only be right.”

“How about this, huh?” I ask, gripping her tail again as I start to work it once more, sliding it up and down the base of her tail once more. “How does it feel to have a tail?”

“Like having your spine extended out of your backside, it’s sensitive, and versatile. Some, who are born lucky, who can use their tails to... pleasure their partners with them.”

“And I assume you’re... one of them?”

“Surprisingly not, I am too big to curve around my partner’s member, and too... thick to penetrate my partner.”

“Too big?”

“Have you seen me? I’m like twice your size.”

“Maybe we can work on that?”

“Mmmph, I like the sound of that. Now, don’t you have some ‘work’ to do?” Carola asks, spreading her legs open a little more.

Taking a moment to look down at her folds and asshole, and I realise just how wet she’s gotten, small steam trails coming off of her vagina. I slowly move forward, pressing my face up against her pussy. I’m met by her warmth, her thick wetness that coats my face. The moment that I make contact with her, she moans out softly, moving her hands to the back of my head, keeping me in place.

The smell of stone and moss is increased as I press up against her pussy, matched by a sweeter scent that hits the back of my nose. It’s almost flowery in nature, but more similar to strawberries, rather than flowers in general. This draws me closer to her body, even with her large digits at the back of my head.

I take Carola’s motions as my cue to work on her. Letting my tongue run out of my mouth, I start to lick up her folds slowly, moving back down before repeating this once again. With each motion, Carola moans out louder. But seems to keep her voice mostly low, so that we aren’t heard by our children. Her folds grow wetter as I lick up her folds over and over, pushing my face up against her moist cove. She’s big enough for her folds to spread around my face, allowing me to get nice and deep inside of her.

This seems to be the right move, as Carola tightens her grip on my head, rolling my head in the right motions for her. The heat increases around my face, the wetness growing, flowing down in between her thighs. Her legs move close to me, before spreading out once more. Repeating this again, and again, and again, Carola slowly raises her backside upwards, pushing my head up with her folds.

“That’s it... r-right there...” She moans out, clamping down onto my face. “Oh yeah, you’re working me so well, s-so talented.”

I moan out softly, muffled by her sensitive folds, Carola bucks her hips upwards rhythmically.

“C’mon... work that tongue...”

This pushes me forward as I continue to work, feeling her start to milk my wet digit, almost in spite of the size difference between us. She bucks her hips up faster and harder, her breath coming out deeper and harder, small sounds escaping her lips. It’s as though she’s still trying to keep herself quiet. I start to squirm in between her legs, feeling her folds shiver and quack around my face. The scent of her increases as I feel juices start to squirt across the back of my head. This is my only signal to what comes next.

Before I know it, Carola starts to cum across my head and back, squirting her juices up into the air, which lands onto my skin. The heat that comes off of her juices, makes me wonder how hot it must have been coming straight from the source. This continues for a good minute or two, her folds quivering in lustful need. I can only focus on working pleasuring her, my tongue being squeezed tightly. Feeling her cum around me is almost indescribable, feeling amazing to give her pleasure. Even as she slowly draws away from her, her body relaxing as she finally slumps against the mattress.

“Ahh... ah... fuck...” Carola moans out, her breath coming out in long, drawn out hisses.

I slowly pull away from her folds, my face completely drenched in her juices. “O-oh fuck...”

“You did good... for a human...”

“Thanks.”

She lays across the bed for a good few minutes, huffing out deeply, her breaths slowing down, becoming softer. After another minute, Carola moves up from the bed, picking me up with seeming ease. It feels surreal to be manhandled right after getting my face riden, but before I can say anything, Carola sits me down onto the bed.

Carola pushes me back across the bed, just like she had been not long before, my head coming to the almost halfway across the mattress. She slowly moves around the bed, swaying her hips slightly with each step. Once she gets to my head, she smiles down at me. She takes a moment, before turning around, showing off her backside. “I could do with a little attention ‘back there’. And I thought ‘what better way to put you in your place’?”

“I-in my place?” I ask, gulping softly.

“Yeah, right between my ass cheeks.” And with this, she sits down, hitting her target as my face is pushed up in between her ass cheeks. The sound around me gets muffled in between her cheeks and the fabric of the mattress, barely able to make out anything around me. “Don’t worry, Preston. I won’t put all my weight on you. Well, maybe if you do a good job, or beg me.”

I can only moan back as her large asshole grind up against my nose and mouth, the smell of her musk envelopes me completely. It’s a wonderfully potent smell, not unhygienic, not by a long shot. Her scent is a mixture of skin, sweat, and inhuman smell that I can barely describe, all mixed together. A mixture of old stone and moss that tickles the back of my nose, almost countering the rest of her smell.

“What was that Preston?”

Again, I moan out deeply, pressing my face up against her backside, her sweat sinking into my skin, marking me with her scent.

“Oh? You want more?” Carola asks, an slight mocking undertone in her voice. “Or maybe... you don’t want me to get up?”

I wrap my arms around her upper legs, locking myself in place, trying to convey my want to Carola.

“I’ll take that as both, little one.”

With this, Carola grinds her ass backwards, pushing my face against her ass, and the back of my skull into the mattress beneath me. The pressure grows with each passing second, making me groan in a mixture of pleasure and mild pain. I start to lick at her backside, my tongue running along her wrinkled ring, tasting the salty sweat that has sunk into her skin. It’s a strong taste, enough to make me grimace from strength alone. It’s not unhygienic, and isn’t unpleasant, which keeps me going back for more. But I can’t keep my body from trembling, my eyes rolling back into my skull.

Carola shakes her ass slowly from side to side, her tail rolling across my chest and legs. The weight of her tail keeps my body pinned down on the bed, even if her plump backside wasn’t keeping me in place already. My hands move to the base of her tail, my digits encircling it as best they can. But with just how thick the base is, both of my hands can barely fit around it. It’s just so... thick, the skin is rough, and yet so... tantalising.

“That’s a good human, I bet you love it, don’t you?” Carola purrs out, grinding her butt backwards. “Drowning in my butt sweat.”

I moan up at her, trying to do my best not to think about how gross this all should be. But it’s the complete opposite, almost in spite of how I should feel about the situation.

“But hey... I get it. I mean, who wouldn’t want to worship a gargoyle girlfriend?”

Again, I moan back, trying to make it sound as positive as possible.

“Mmmph, I’m glad you agree.” Carola moans out, moving her clawed hand to my hair, holding my head in place. “So few humans know how to treat gargoyles, especially with their tongues. Oh fuck, Preston...”

After a few moments, she pulls herself up, her tail dragging across my front. I look up at her quizzically, not wanting it to end as the cool air of the room rolls across my wet skin.

“S-sorry, kinda got too into it.” Carola says as she looks down at me, a small smile on her maw. “It’s been a while since someone’s treated me right.”

“Carola, when you say... ‘worship’, what do you mean by that?” I ask, my semi-fried brain not sure what else to ask.

“Well, I... I mean,” Carola starts, getting a little shy as she turns around, her tail being dragged off of me. “It’s when you massage my body, lick certain... parts of me. Show me that you love my body, through physical actions, you know?”

“Like sniffing your ass?”

“Y-yeah, that’s... a rather new one for me, if I’m honest. Never met anyone who actually... appreciated that part of me before.”

“Mmmph, as long as you don’t think I’m freaky for it.” I respond, watching as Carola moves back around the bed.

“And I’m not freaky for wanting a human to worship me?”

“Nope, some humans would pay for that sort of thing.”

This actually takes Carola off guard, a couple seconds pass before she lets out a chuckle. “Wait, seriously?”

“Yeah, I mean gargoyle specifically is kinda unique, but I’ve seen plenty of people say they’d ‘worship’ dragons.”

“Humans are weird...” Carola trails off as she grabs my legs, raising them up before keeping one hand around both of my ankles. “But wait, why did you ask about what I meant by ‘worshipping’?”

“Well, it could have meant something different to you, didn’t want any miscommunication.”

“Which is fair,” Carola purrs out. “So, are you one of these ‘dragon worshippers’?”

“Mmmph, I wouldn’t say no to a little draconic attention. But, let’s say a certain gargoyle has my full attention.”

This makes her blush a little, her cheeks turning a slight shade of red. “I think we’re past the ‘charmer’ phase, don’t you think?”

“That implies it’s insincere.” I lick my lips as she grabs my cock and balls, repositioning them so that they’re between my legs and her. At this, Carola squats down a little, so that our hips are on the same level. “What are you doing?”

“I like a certain type of... control, when I’m with my ‘prey’.”

“And how does this help in that?”

“Hush, and watch.” Carola purrs out, moving her hips forward, until her folds press up against my length.

“O-oh fuck...”

Before I can say anything else, Carola pushes her hips forward, forcing my length into her body roughly. I call out in pleasure, gripping the bed tightly as she pulls backwards. She thrusts forward again, pulls back, before ramming herself forward again. The way she’s moving, it’s almost as though she’s actively fucking, despite me being buried inside of her. I roll my head back, crying out in pleasure, my heart racing heavier with each thrust.

At the angle she has me, my balls occasionally get thrusted up into her pussy, along with my length. I never knew it could actually feel so good, having my orbs inside her folds. But with the size difference between us, there isn’t any pain from the tightness. Yet, there is enough tightness to provide a good suction on my balls, almost like someone’s actually sucking on them.

“O-oh fuck, Carola. Wh-what are... you doing... to me?” I ask, grimacing from the pleasure running through me.

“Preston, you feel so good inside of me.” Carola growls out, her fingers gripping my ankles tighter.

“Th-this feels... so wonderful...”

“O-oh Preston... you’re doing so well...”

“Please... h-harder...”

I shudder from how good she feels around me, how her warm, moist embrace tightens around me on every slam forward. My mind reels from the situation, biting my lip to try and keep myself quiet. But at this, Carola moves my legs to her hips, letting them rest on her curves as she starts to thrust against my crotch harder. Calling out louder, I can only watch as she moves over me, her clawed hands coming to my wrists, moving them over my head. This makes me feel totally exposed as I’m ridden harder and rougher, my whole body tightening up under the gaze of my gargoyle.

Opening my mouth, I try my best to speak, but I’m only able to groan out, feeling my heart beat faster. At this, Carola moves down, bringing her inhuman face close up to mine, giving me a soft ‘shush’, mentioning about not waking the children. I shake my head softly, unable to keep fully quiet, but I am able to quieten down enough.

“D-do you play... with all your food?” I ask quietly, trying to chuckle.

“Only if I like how they taste.” Carola rumbles, her tongue rolling out of her mouth, licking up along my bare armpit. This makes me shiver at the warm, wet contact. Whimpering out softly as she repeats the action another couple of times, before pulling back from me a little. “Mmmph, such a tasty, scrumptious little human.”

“You’re... making this really hard...”

“You’ve been hard far too long to be asking that now.”

“O-oh Carol... I think I’m getting close...”

“What do you mean ‘think’? Are you unsure?” She asks me, her voice sultry and almost sing-song-like. “Or have I scrambled your brain that much already?”

Again, I moan out, quieter this time, but still wordlessly.

This makes Carola smile widely. “Use your words, little one.”

“Pl-please...” I whisper out, shifting underneath her.

“Please, what?”

“Please... let me cum.”

This makes Carola grin wider somehow, waiting a few more thrusts before speaking up again. “Go on, little human, let it all out.”

At this, I cry out, clamping my legs around her back, finally unloading my seed into her vagina. Rolling my head back, I dig my fingers into the mattress, my length throbbing in between each shot of jizz, making my head reel from the pleasure overloading my system. The orgasm undoes me, my breath catching in my throat as I look down at Carola, at her folds working my length. My heart is beating in my ears, clouding everything else around me, while I try to catch my breath. I shiver as Carola pulls me out of her, letting my legs go, my feet falling to the floor with a soft thump.

Time passes by in a blur, and in unsure just how long it’s been. A minute? An hour?

Huffing out deeply, all I can do is lay back and try to put myself back together, my skin tingling from the overwhelming pleasure. Looking down at Carola, I find her slowly moving over me, looking down at me as if I’m a piece of meat. She licks her lips, keeping her head on level with mine as she realigns herself with my semi-soft length again. Before I can say anything, she slides me back into herself again, making me cry out as my overstimulated member fills her pussy again.

“You didn’t think we’d stop at just one round, did you?” Carola asks, moving down to kiss me quickly, before pulling back upwards. “I can go for hours, and trust me, I plan to with you Preston.”

“W-wait, I need a few minutes! I’ve just came!” I try to explain to her, once again gripping the mattress, unable to do much else as she begins to ride me again.

“Then you’ll last even longer this time.”

With this, Carola grabs the back of my head, bringing my head in between her breasts, grinding my face I her cleavage. I try to call out, but am muffled as she rides my hardening length, feeling her folds tighten and clamp down on my cock. The scent of her body and sweat coats my face, as Carola grinds my face between her breasts, pressing my nose and mouth against her skin. My mind goes blank, falling into the pleasure that is once again shooting through my body. Time melts around me, toes curling as the gargoyle rides me harder and rougher, using my body for her own pleasure.

Moaning deeply into her cleavage, my arms move up around her back, gripping her rough skin. This causes Carola to groan softly in return, her pussy tightening around my length. Wordlessly, her hand moves to the back of my head, pulling me away from her chest. The moment of fresh air only lasts a second, before she pushes my head into her armpit, rubbing my nose up and down her sweat coated skin. I instinctively try to struggle against her, but the scent of her skin burns into my nostrils.

Once again, my eyes roll back into my skull as I’m almost able to taste her scent. It’s like the rest of her smell: one that is very hygienic, but is incredibly potent, especially from such a strong core of scent. The smell of moss and stone has another odour mixed in with them. It’s almost akin to lavender, with a slight citrus undertone to it. Somewhere between flower and fruit, that dulls my mind even more.

I don’t realise I’m intentionally breathing it in, until I’m a few huffs deep into her pit, grinding my nostrils against her damp skin. Following a good few minutes of inhaling her wonderful scent, my tongue slowly moves out from my mouth. Before I can even register what I’m doing, I drag my wet digit up her pit, taking in her taste with a deep groan. It tastes just like it smells, but a hell of a lot stronger, making me grimace as I gulp it down, feeling it overwhelm my taste buds.

“That’s a good human...” Carola moans out, her voice somewhat softer in tone. “Take it all in, don’t think about anything else.”

“Mmmph... f-fuck...” I respond, trying to think of something to say back to her, but unable to push past the thoughts of her scent and taste.

Gripping at her back one last time, the world dissolves into darkness as the night continues around us, minutes turning to hours in a blink of an eye. Each second filled with Carola drawing every ounce of strength from my body, leaving me a huffing mess on our shared bed. Covered in our combined sweat and her juices, I’m barely able to stay conscious as she moves up beside me, hugging my body tightly against hers.

“You did so good today,” Carola purrs out as she kisses my forehead, wrapping her wings around the both of us.

I remain silent as I fall into the darkness of sleep, being enveloped by the warm embrace of the void.

---

I awake eventually, groaning as my body ebbs with pain, every joint and muscle feeling as though they’ve been overworked for a week. Blinking a couple of times, I look down beside me, finding Carola beside me, once again in her human form. She’s looking up at me with a small grin on her lips, as if she’s been awaiting for me to wake up.

“Morning, stud.” She half whispers as she kisses my cheek. “You must have needed that.”

“Needed what?” I ask groggily, shifting in the bed as I try to process the previous night.

“The sleep, you’ve been out for ten hours.”

“I what?” I respond, looking down at her.

“It was a very interesting night, wouldn’t would you say?”

“Fuck... that actually happened?”

“Every minute.”

I huff out again, taking a moment before speaking once again. “Then... why are you...? You know... human again?”

“It’s a ‘by night one way, by day another,’ sort of deal now. Human by day, gargoyle by night. You changed the terms by breaking the vow.” Carola explains, her hand roaming my chest softly. “You naughty, naughty boy.”

“Does it count if I broke the vow to the other party?”

“That’s how you changed the terms, you got very lucky.”

“You have no idea,” I say softly, hugging her tightly. We stay there for a few moments, before I realise something. “Wait, what about the kids?”

“What about them?”

“They’re not... gonna sprout wings are they?”

“They’re fully human, honey, don’t worry. If they’re conceived in human form, then they don’t get any of the gargoyle genes.”

“Good, I mean... not good, good. But, I mean, it’s good that they won’t need to worry about what humans would think of them.”

“Good save,” Carola responds, mildly sarcastic. “You’re lucky that you’re good with your tongue, in other ways.”

“I’m glad of that...”

“Good, then you can get back to work.”

“Work?”