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In the late 20th century, Halloween meant freedom for the gargoyles. For one night a year, they were able to walk around the streets of New York City without a care in the world, without experiencing direct hatred and unjust fear from the humans, knowing that they would easily blend in with humanity under the guise of what they wore being costumes. This year was no exception.

Everyone within the Manhattan gargoyle clan seemed eager for the strange holiday, each having their own individualized plans; Hudson would keep watch over the castle, and Bronx to a lesser extent, whilst enjoying a night of soap operas on the television. Broadway was eager to visit the street of his namesake and join a group of unaware humans to watch a series of horror movies being played at a movie cinema. The portly, good-natured gargoyle was especially eager to see one film everyone called ‘The Shining’, and thus, left early for the best seats. Meanwhile, Brooklyn and Lexington decided to take advantage of their ‘convincing costumes’ and the humans’ collective naiveté to go trick-or-treating.

As for Goliath himself? He was out on a late-night date with NYPD Detective Elisa Maza. They would spend a lovely evening in a beautiful, remote part of Central Park, having a picnic and perhaps a flight around downtown later in the early hours of the morning.

It wasn’t even close to midnight, and the city streets remained completely busy. Costumed children rushed between doors with large bags of candy, their parents not too far behind, with teenagers and the occasional drunk adult causing a ruckus of chaos every so often, even more so in the massive park. Yet it did not prevent either Goliath or Elisa from finding a quiet spot to lay a picnic blanket down and share a bottle of what the human cheerfully referred to as ‘sparkling wine’.

“What do you think?” Elisa asked after they finished their first sip together.

“It is certainly different from the meads of my time,” Goliath replied after another sip. “Less sweet and more…bubbly. And what is it made from, grapes?”

Elisa nodded and allowed him to refill her glass. She sipped again and he did too, letting their defensive walls down and processing to ask about the others’ week. Goliath reminisced about the castle’s library and how much he enjoyed reading the complete works of one William Shakespeare. He particularly found Romeo and Juliet quite intriguing.

“And you enjoyed it?” Elisa asked. “Despite its sad ending?”

“It had its comedic moments as well,” he admitted, “but if only the Montagues and Capulets were willing to set aside their differences before it was too late. They could’ve saved themselves all the bloodshed and tragedy.”

“And continued with all the dick jokes that Mercutio loved to make,” Elisa jested. Goliath let out an amused snort, and they continue to talk as well as drink.

Their conversations drifted back-and-forth between the past and the present, as well as with the occasional curious question about gargoyle physiology. Call it bravery or the buzz brought on from the sparkling wine, but Elisa was beginning to feel bold in her questions. Did gargoyles digest food while turned to stone during the day?

“What if you and another gargoyle were…you know…” She blushed while willing herself to say the question that was on her mind, giving a small hiccup of embarrassment. She set her glass down on the picnic blanket after sipping the rest of its contents. “If you and another gargoyle, you found attractive were…in the middle of…um…”

Finally, Goliath managed to connect the dots, also putting down his empty glass. “Fornication?” The winged creature of the night, cleared his throat while mulling the question over. “Well, I’m not sure. No members of my clan in the past or the present have ever been found in such a compromising position.” he gazed at her with curiosity in his brow. “What brings about all these questions, Elisa?”

“I just…would like to know what to expect…from my new boyfriend,” she giggled, half an apprehension and half at the absurdity of it all. “In case we…ever decided… to explore down there. Plus, I’ve always been a bit curious about your…and how…”

The gargoyle straightened up in bewilderment, eyes wide towards his human lover. “Elisa, are…you proposing what I think you are proposing?” he asked.

She looked away in embarrassment. “Um…You know what? Never mind. It’s stupid of me—”

“Nothing you say is ever stupid,” Goliath rumbled. “You are curious, are you not?” When she didn’t reply to his question, instead still blushing fiercely, and trying to hide her face in her arms and knees, the gargoyle came to a decision moments later. He smiled softly towards her, tenderly nudging the human’s shoulder. “Tell me if I am being too immodest…”

“Huh?”

“Tell me to stop…and I will, Elisa. I promise.”

The initially embarrassed Elisa lifted her head up to peek at what Goliath had meant. Her trembling breath escaped her lips as she stared, watching his claws gently unfasten his thong. Second passed that felt like a prolonged eternity. Elisa bit her lower lip and then let out an audible gasp at what was finally revealed.

Big. That single word best described Goliath’s member, not just in regard to his height or strength or his heart. Elisa had been with different men across her life, some of them either packing an impressive length below the belt or having a modest size that did the job well enough. However, every single one of them could now be considered minuscule compared to the inhuman cock that belonged to her latest lover. The purple shaft stood flaccid at thirteen inches in length, foreskin, loose and tennis-sized balls partially hidden by a thick bush of pubic hair. It wasn’t until Elisa kept staring, though that it started to slowly harden.

“Shall I redress?” Goliath asked. “Elisa?”

“No,” she replied a little too quickly, transfixed by the sight. “Y-You’re…o-okay.”

Goliath let out a soft and rumbling, “…if you insist.” Did he sound embarrassed himself?

Goliath rarely let himself show such embarrassment. Not even when he was with his previous love did he let himself blush underneath his thick skin. However, seeing the hungry and hypnotized eyes of his beautiful human girlfriend and feeling his dick, began to throb to full hardness, he couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. It had literally been over a thousand long years since he allowed himself to be naked in front of another woman. He very much loved Elisa and he knew that she loved him in return, but whenever the thought of consummating such a strange and forbidden relationship in any physical capacity often led to Goliath dismissing such a ludicrous notion. He was a gargoyle and she was human. How could—

Goliath suddenly let out a lustful hiss. Five sets of smooth and delicate fingers tried grasping around his girth but could barely wrap around his shaft halfway. His eyes locked with Elisa and neither of them spoke for several seconds. His maleness throbbed against her hand. His foreskin revealed a leaking dark tip that already had a dollop of his seed, beginning to pool and trickle down. She stroked it up and down to reveal more of the head.

“Do you think I can…?” she asked?

“Sure…” Goliath let out a deep huff. “Don’t…worry. Just…take it slow, E-Elisa…”

The massive gargoyle hung his head back and snarled in unrestrained pleasure, feeling soft lips kiss his shaft and attempting to wrap themselves around his thick manhood. His tail thrashed against the grass behind him as he struggled fighting the urge to push Elisa’s head down further. Goliath held back, however. Not only did he not wish to hurt her, but it seemed that Elisa was already starting to explore him further. He felt her delicate digits slide up and down his rigid length, playing with the loose foreskin until it pulled back repeatedly to expose the pulsing, wet tip. That same tip tempted Elisa, who leaned forward towards it. She awkwardly hesitated though, wondering at the back of her mind how she would fit it in her mouth, then decided to settle on simply planting kisses and suckles on the foreign cock.

Unbeknownst to either one of them, the inner species couple had an audience. A faraway audience with an advantageous vantage point and view of their intimate exploration. Both Lexington and Brooklyn had flown to the gravel roof of a quiet, dark apartment complex overlooking a corner of Central Park, taking in their candy loot and commenting on the kind generosity of modern humans.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen so much chocolate in my life, Lexington!” Brooklyn laughed as he pulled out different weird-sounding names of candies and sweets. He stood unaware as his friend wandered over to the side of the roof, staring off into the distance while the red gargoyle surveyed his collection in the overstuffed bag. “I think I’m gonna need to find a good hiding place so that he doesn’t eat it all before New Year’s.”

All of a sudden, Lexington gasped. “Oh my!”

“I know, right?” Brooklyn said without looking up. “I’ve got such a big load here. What about you?”

“Um, B-Brooklyn?” Lexington stammered in what sounded like embarrassment and…arousal? “C-Come over here. D-D-Do you see…Do you see what I’m seeing…down there?”

Brooklyn set his bag aside and sauntered over to him. “Down where?” he asked, peering down at the tall view of the southern portion of the park. “All I’m seeing is forest…”

“Um…” Lexington, blushing intensely, pointed a clawed finger towards a thicket of trees further down. “Do…Do you see what I…Oh, wow!”

Brooklyn peered down at the far-off object of his friend’s weird reactions, wondering what got him so worked up. “What? All I see are some trees, a human, and…” He fell silent and slack-jawed, blushing hard enough for it to camouflage with his skin and scales. “Gods!”

The two voyeur gargoyles could see it even from their faraway vantage point; Goliath was without his thong atop a picnic blanket, and Elisa was bobbing her head up and down on his crotch in an obvious display of oral sex. They tried willing themselves into looking away, to give them both privacy, but once Elisa pulled her lips away and the faraway duo could see the full length of Goliath’s exposed and incredibly powerful member, they could only stay in silence. As well as equally increasing hardness beneath their own clothes.

Truth be told, Lexington had often secretly imagined himself and Goliath being intimate. Even when he was mated to Demona and then currently Elisa, the smaller gargoyle couldn’t help but pick his leader’s length matched as an object to masturbate in secret.

As for Brooklyn? He’d be lying to himself and Lexington if he said he’d never been a tad curious about Goliath over the years. He sometimes found himself glancing at the larger gargoyle and glimpsed downward whenever he thought nobody noticed. He’d wonder what it looked like underneath, how thick it was and if his leader’s length matched his height. After one of their own private trysts, Lexington once claimed to have seen Goliath’s cock a long while back, but none of the vivid descriptions told did it justice. He drooled at the sight of Goliath’s monstrous cock.

“B-Brooklyn?” Lexington finally asked after what felt like an eternity of shameful voyeurism. “A-Are you seeing what I’m seeing too?”

“Sure am, buddy,” Brooklyn confirmed moments later, his beaked mouth dry. “I see them.” He gulped, transfixed by the scene. “Damn, that…that is big. And Elisa…”

“She sure is lucky,” Lexington said.

Neither of them could disagree. The two gargoyles watching could also feel themselves growing more erect underneath their loincloths. Their fingers possessed minds of their own as they reached down to fondle their cocks, now obscenely tenting and peeking from behind the tattered fabrics. They grasped their hardening shafts. They stroked, letting out hissing noises of pleasure that danced underneath their scales. All the while, they mindlessly drank in the sight of their leader being given what looks like a magnificent blowjob. The expressions washing over their stoic mentor warned like many things they’d seen before. He growled and huffed while trying not to thrust upward. Lexington and Brooklyn could only imagine the masculine sounds their ears couldn’t pick up from so far away. Such fantasies drove the pair wild as they stroked faster. And faster. And faster. Their wings fluttered energetically. Their tails thrashed behind them as they hoped to time themselves perfectly with whatever tricks Elisa was performing down below. Sadly, they were shaken from their hypnotized lust by a sudden roar.

The echo must have been heard by half of Central Park. If either Lexington or Brooklyn had been paying attention to anyone other than Goliath, letting out the strained, euphoric growl, the two voyeur gargoyles would have laughed at seeing a couple dozen trick-or-treaters jump in fright, then run in the opposite direction. Lexington would have giggled and fallen over backwards with laughter. Broadway would have snickered and clutched his stomach at seeing the unaware humans get frightened by the sound of his leader ejaculating. Not that any of them would’ve known. For all the humans were likely aware, a strange animal had let out an animalistic roar, loud enough to be heard for blocks.

Instead, Lexington and Brooklyn aptly watched as Goliath horridly helped Elisa clean herself up with some towels while undoubtedly apologizing for the mess. Much to the two gargoyles’ amused smiles, the human and her monstrous lover shared a long kiss. They suddenly felt somewhat ashamed of watching something extremely intimate between their leader and the human they trusted the most. It didn’t cause them to become completely flaccid, but it did lead to their claws pulling away from their throbbing members.

“We should…I think we should…go somewhere else,” Brooklyn suggested. “Leave them be.”

“Agreed,” Lexington said with the nod. Still blushing, and still squirming with untreated lust though, he turned to his taller clan member. “Where…Where should we…?”

“Go?” Brooklyn returned the affectionate grin. “Why? Do you…?”

The two male gargoyles stared at each other for what felt like an hour. They unashamedly gazed up and down at each other and especially at their half hard erections that desired for release. A mutual understanding sparked between them. It clouded their judgments and sweetly whispered for them to finish what they had begun together moments earlier.

Finally, Brooklyn said, “I think I know just the place.”

The unfinished construction site had no easily accessible entrances. The only way for anyone other than contractors or the building crew to enter other than with the key was by flight. Fortunately for Lexington, it was easy to glide down from one of the surrounding taller buildings. He liked using the unfinished penthouse on the top floor as a private spot to either be alone with his thoughts or, in this case, explore his sexuality in private with either himself or with Brooklyn. And it was on this Halloween night that they explored even forever than they ever had before.

Brooklyn pinned Lexington against a metal beam that would one day become a corner wall. He then pushed Lexington deeper into the penthouse until they tumbled onto a recently finished kitchen island made of smooth black granite. The red gargoyle’s wings flapped wildly as his beak connected with the smaller lips of his fellow clan member. Their tongues slithered and danced in bliss. Lexington moaned underneath him. He giggled and let out a growling shudder, especially when Brooklyn reached under his smaller tail to possessively grope his posterior as if it already belonged to him. He yelped delightedly too as their loincloths rubbed closely and their fingers roamed, yet Brooklyn groped and pried his cheek apart. A wayward finger brushed up against his taint, and it caused the smaller gargoyle to suddenly cry out.

Brooklyn froze in place and stared at him. “Are you okay?”

“I’m okay, I think,” Lexington lowered his moans to a whisper. It didn’t matter, however, since they were on the top floor of a construction site and the nearest human ears were multiple stories down. “Perfectly fine! Just…sensitive back there.”

“You sure are!” Brooklyn chuckled, recalling their previous trysts in vivid detail, to the point of that, his cock fully hardened, and he let out a needy groan. “Mind…Mind getting me ready?”

Lexington breathed and nodded, shifting with Brooklyn so that the larger gargoyle lay atop of the kitchen island, wings stretched out and legs spread as the smaller male started trailing kisses down the red stomach. They kicked their loincloths. Lexington imitated purrs as he admired his friend’s red scales and the contours of his abs. Brooklyn growled in frustration but didn’t voice complaints. A part of him loved to be teased before the next big thing. His clawed toes curled at feeling Lexington’s tongue trace his stomach and his fingers roamed up and down his bare sides. Each touch was electric. It made his red cock throb harder against the smaller gargoyle’s body, begging to be given further, more intimate attention. That throbbing even turned into pulsating joy the minute that Lexington grasped his shaft and gave it a few strokes, stalling his descent to sniff deeply at his pubic hair.

It was a very deep and close sniff, to be exact.

“Mmmfh…whatcha…whatcha doing down there, Lexie?” Brooklyn asked, still arriving from his passive strokes.

The smaller gargoyle sheepishly smiled up at him. “Nothing…just…admiring you,” Lexington admitted.

Brooklyn cocked an ear. “Admiring me?” He smiled. “I’m flattered.”

“Always loved your pubic hair, buddy,” Lexington huffed, taking another sniff and giggling from a noticeable high. “Your scent, the feel of ‘em, the fact I don’t have any…makes me jealous sometimes.”

“Don’t be,” Brooklyn chuckled, then hissed as he was given a few firmer strokes. “You’re still…mfh! Ah! S-S-Sexy…Lexie…heh.”

Brooklyn’s spine and cock crackled with excitement, particularly as he felt the latter part of his body swallowed by enthusiastic lips. His engorged length disappeared into the moist maw of Lexington, who teased it with lightly grazing teeth and a tongue that swirled around it from base to gushing tip. It went even further as Lexington‘s nimble fingers fondled and rolled the red testicles of his fellow clan member in his soft palm. He lightly squeezed those balls in silent encouragement for Brooklyn. It produced a loud grunt and warm dollops of pre that melted on his tongue.

Brooklyn licked his beak and panted heavily. His dry throat granted and released several growls as he attempted to feel every inch of that sweet throat around his dick. He didn’t just wanna lean back and let the smaller gargoyle do all the work on him. He was thirsty. Without a beat, Brooklyn reached his arms down and grasped Lexington underneath his arms. He froze in slight confusion and looked up to his taller clan member, tongue paused, and halfway, licking up the rigid girth.

“Huh??” Lexington murmured. “Brooklyn, what’re you—”

“Keep sucking,” he encouraged with a smirk. “You’ll see…”

Lexington stared down at the cock he held in his delicate fingers, yelping softly as he found himself lifted in the air and suddenly straddling Brooklyn’s chest. His ass was raised by the strong clause again and his tail draping atop white hair. Then Lexington finally realized it. He had seen such a position before! It had been performed in what the humans called ‘an adult theater’ by two courtesans on the silver screen. They called the position a ‘sixty-nine’. One sexual partner would be aligned with their other ones so that both could orally pleasure each other at the same time. Ingenious really.

“Hehe, I was wondering if we would ever get to try this,” Lexington chirp and then resumed wrapping his mouth around that beautiful red length. “Mfh! Mmmmngh!”

Encouraged and erotically charged, he leaned forward and his beak delicately engulfed Lexington’s member. Although it was relatively smaller compared to his erection, Lexington was still decently sized and felt incredibly good along his tongue. It didn’t take long to reach full hardness and pulsated, beads and beads of pre-cum along his delighted taste buds. Brooklyn especially grinned around that cock as he could feel Lexington squirm and shiver in excitement along his chest. He felt the green gargoyle’s smooth scales rub against his.

Together, they indulged in each other. They suck when the other did and strongly licked in attempted unison. They groped each of their balls and inhaled their intoxicating musks. Each stroke of a tongue drove them wild. Grunting and growling, huffing and moaning around their lengths, their torsos writhed in rising pleasure. Neither were sure how far they could go. One of the gargoyles, though decided to blurt something from the bottom of their lustful heart.

“O-Oh…J-J-Jalapeña…” Lexington released his lips from around Brooklyn’s cock. His hips bucked back and forth inside that velvet beak. “Ahhh! F-Fuck, B-Brooklyn! Fuck me!”

It became Brooklyn’s turn to pause his sucking. “Mmmfh?” he hummed, mumbling around the smaller length, “What did you…?”

“P-Please fuck me, Brook!” Lexington‘s tail wagged in the air with anticipation above his horns. “Fuck me silly!i…Ngh! I know we never really…mfh, did it…before. But I really need it.”

Brooklyn squeezed one of his friend’s ass cheeks while peeking up at his gentle green curves. He felt so small and light straddling his chest. He had always been afraid to hurt him because of his size and was never afraid to share it during their previous hook-ups over the centuries. That didn’t prevent Lexington from suddenly reaching over the side of the kitchen island they lay on and opening a cabinet to yank out a bottle. Brooklyn sat up in half hardness, only to get incredibly erected at the site of Lexington’s inviting pucker, and the bottle of lubrication he held up while glancing back at him with a mischievous smirk.

“Where did you get that?” Brooklyn asked in awe.

“Remember the night after the Knicks won that big game the humans were all obsessed about, and so many of them were out walking the streets drunk?” Lexington giggled. “I figured it would be a good idea to take the chance to put on a small disguise and visit one of the adult shops. Everyone was too tipsy to think I wasn’t in their heads…” the smaller gargoyle, wiggled his hips and spread his legs to show Brooklyn more of his quivering tail hole. “Now, will you please fuck me, Brook? I’ve waited for so long and this is definitely going to help us!”

Brooklyn could only nod. He stepped back onto the floor as Lexington hung his posterior off the side of the kitchen island, lining himself in position with his tail raised high. He handed the red gargoyle the tiny plastic container. He winked at his friend and smiled.

“You nervous?” Lexington asked.

“A little…” Brooklyn placed his palm on his buddy’s right ass cheek and gave it a firm squeeze. He trembled at the implications of what they were about to do. Excitement and apprehension clashed underneath his prickling scales. “Hmmm, can’t wait to finally do this though…”

Brooklyn uncapped the bottle and poured a substantial amount on not only his pulsing member, but his friend’s beautiful crevice. They both shivered from the cool liquid, especially because of the seeping autumn air coming inside the penthouse. However, both male gargoyles were soon distracted as Brooklyn stepped forward and placed his clawed hands on both of Lexington’s feminine hips. His rigid tip kissed at that virgin entrance. They exhaled in anticipation. Brooklyn tensely throbbed, then slowly pushed forward.

The tales of both gargoyles thrashed and twisted in the air. Lexington let out a hissing squeal, muffled by biting his lips. He went out a series of instructions that were whispered quickly.

“Now don’t go too fast…Ngh, fuuuuuuuck, yeah! Yeah, thaaaaaat’s it. Slow and steady…”

In the back of his lust-addled mind, Brooklyn made a mental note to ask if Lexington actually was a virgin or if he had prepared for this night by reading some adult literature from the shop he’d visited. In the present though, he cut them soft mounds of the smaller gargoyle’s flexing ass as it squeezed down on his invading shaft. He felt it pulsate inside his friend. It was so smooth and warm. He felt his heartbeat while pushing deeper into those velvet depths. Soon enough, Brooklyn snarled with Lexington as he could feel himself finally reach the hilt and rush up against something that led to the receiving gargoyle uttering a loud squeak.

Brooklyn made another deep push, and the same squeak happened. A quick nod from Lexington led to the red gargoyle, grinning and bucking his hips rougher inside. The squeaking noise transformed into operatic moans. They echoed around the half-constructed penthouse. They rang in Brooklyn’s ears like beautiful modern music. His hips slammed repeatedly inside that warm hole as he didn’t notice Lexington letting out another shrieking squeak that indicated he’d came. He came all over the side of the kitchen table and let it dribble onto the floor. The smaller gargoyle was left a panting mess. He stayed a limp on the table as Brooklyn continued flapping his wings in the air and relishing that tight entrance that was beginning to bring him closer and closer and closer…

Just as Lexington felt he was going to stay in that beautiful space between his afterglow and being continuously bred like an animal, another familiar sensation dragged him back to the present; Brooklyn had lifted his tired body into a kneeling position on the edge of the kitchen island. That thick red cock kept bruising his poor prostate and his resurrected erection throbbed uncontrollably. Obscenely, it bounced up and down in the cold air. Lexington could only speak in vowels and growling yips of pleasure. Drool coated his lower jaw. Euphoria blanketed his lovestruck eyes that stared up into nothing. He whimpered like a courtesan giving their best performance, only his noises were genuine, rising higher in pitch the minute that he started to slam his behind back and forth on that rigid red length penetrating him. They soon fell into a gorgeous rhythm that started bringing him back to full hardness.

Meanwhile, Brooklyn was covered in a glaze of sweat. He was so damn close. Feeling Lexington squeeze tightly down his engorged shaft and spasming from multiple climaxes drove the red gargoyle wilder. He rutted him faster. He let out feverish grunts. His throat bellowed a rising growl, and his wings flapped harder until the entire kitchen was filled with musky, cold air. He pounded harder and more desperately, then finally clamped his beak on Lexington’s right shoulder. The petit gargoyle let out a sudden cry. It originated both from the things sinking into his shoulder, and from the joyous release he felt for the second time.

And for Brooklyn, he felt it for the first. He happily filled his friend up with every drop.

Exhaustion suddenly crashed over both gargoyle's bodies. They lay panting and glistening with sweat, some cum, and their musk that seemed to fill the entire top floor. Delirious yet conscious, Brooklyn remained deep inside of Lexington as they lay spooning atop the kitchen island, now reeking of them.

Lexington babbled something, nestling closer to the red gargoyle for warmth. Brooklyn wrapped his arm around the smaller gargoyle, chuckling.

“I think you’re the best treat,” he murmured.

Lexington let out a soft giggle, wrapping his tail with his larger friend. He felt so full. It required effort to stay awake.

“Mmmm, you too, Brook,” he murmured back. “You too. That…That was amazing…”

The larger gargoyle wrapped his wings around them like a cloak, mainly out of affection more than to keep warm.

“Think Elisa’s gotten lucky too?” Brooklyn pondered aloud. The two clan members laughed as they imagined how their leader and his human mate were faring later tonight. “I think we ought to clean up soon. Make sure the workers don’t find our mess in the morning…”

“Yeah,” Lexington agreed. “For now, hold me…”

“Happily,” Brooklyn sighed, then planted a kiss on the bruised shoulder. Lexington winced at first, then hummed happily. “Happy Halloween, Lexie.”

“Mmm, thanks,” he replied. “Happy Halloween to you too, Brook.”