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“So, have we a good meal today?” Brooklyn looked up at the voice. The male gargoyle felt his heart shudder with delight as Katana walked into the campsite. Firelight dancing over her beautiful, sky blue hide as she found her seat.

He tilted his head ever so slightly, “I got some vegetables and some rice we’d gotten in China last week.” He nodded towards the small pot by the fire. “I miss a good slice of pizza,” he breathed out a sigh.

A pleased noise, “They’ll go well with these.” She held up some rabbits. “And you mention your pizza before. Said what you made was not close enough.” Yeah, that had been a bad idea. He couldn’t do bread, let alone a good pizza dough. He still didn’t know what he’d even been thinking about with those toppings he’d tried to use. Sitting down, Katana paused a beat before asking, “Was it just me, or was that rougher than usual?” Barely looking at the animals as she prepared them for cooking.

“Rougher how?”

She settled down and let out curious little noise. “Not rougher, bad word. Ah… Different? More fluttery? I felt a,” her fingers wiggled around her torso, “shiver as we landed...” she turned and looked around. “Whenever this is.” Brooklyn looked around as well. They were in the mountains. He wasn’t sure what country, geography hadn’t been his strong suit. It did make him miss Lexington, though he wasn’t sure how useful his computer-loving buddy would be right now.

Brooklyn still didn’t fully know what had started him down this path, these adventures. He was on top of a building, the Phoenix Gate opened up, and he was thrown through time and space. Rinse and repeat. Gate opens, he goes through, and then ends up somewhere. Sometimes he could summon it, sometimes not. His end goal was to get his hands on the Phoenix gate itself so he could get back home. At the very least, he wasn’t traveling alone. Fu Dog was watching from beside the fire, tail swaying lazily. Katana sitting across from him, patiently waiting on his response.

“Yeah, it was different,” he breathed. “Just wish I could control it.” He looked down at his hands and ran his fingers together. So close, he’d gotten so close to touching it that time.

Katana reached over and brushed her hand over his gently. “I know, and you are trying, my red beast.” She flashed a little smile and he felt his heart flutter again. Hand rolled and fingers linked together. She smiled, his mate smiled at him and breathed out a pleasant little noise. “At least we are near hot springs this time. Will be good to relax.”

His nose wrinkled playfully, “You and your hot springs.”

She mirrored his expression, “Yes, me and my hot springs. They are relaxing_. Intimate_ Why, do you not wish to join and…” Katana rolled her shoulders with a smile. Her robe slid off a shoulder as she purred a single word, “snuggle?”

Oh that word. That one simple word was enough to light his loins ablaze. He felt his manhood twitch and stir under his loin cloth. Something that she noticed as well with a smile. Her thumb played over his fingers as she breathed out a quiet, “Meal first, my love. Then we can relax under the stars for tonight. Explore the area come tomorrow. Yes?” She lifted her head and looked around, “Sunrise is still a couple hours off.”

He could feel it too. That instinct every gargoyle was born with. An innate sense for where the sun was, and how much time remained until it rose and set. It was a strange thing, he’d found out. Sailing didn’t bother his sense of time. Flying in a plane could throw it way off, and leave him rather out of it. Travel by magic? Something about that seemed to gel with his senses, and never once threw his timing off. Katana, it seemed, was in the same boat.

“We should be safe enough here during the day,” he breathed and smiled at her.

She nodded and pulled away to fix the rabbits by the fire. Leaning forward to check the small, impromptu pot he’d set up. “There weren’t signs of anyone else in the area.” A nod as she slid the lid back into place, “You didn’t mess it up.”

"Truly, a high compliment." Brooklyn laughed as her tail swept up and tapped his nose. "See, I can learn. Even if it takes a little more time here and there."

She turned and almost purred at him, "Oh is that so?" In a smooth motion, she turned and slid into his lap. Sash coming undone so her robe slid across her smooth hide and whispered against his. Brooklyn let out a quiet huff as he leaned back, hands sliding over her bare thighs. He breathed an affirmative as she calmly used her tail to lift his loincloth. "Have we learned restraint yet?" She slid so smoothly into position, it was incredible. Thighs gently pressed to his hips. Robe opening just enough to expose some of her body, but not all of it. All while she smoothly let herself ease against his bared length. Just enough to let his flesh twitch and begin to wake.

He turned his head and pressed his beak-like mouth to her neck. "I could always use a refresher." A soft kiss, a gentle bite, and she rewarded him with the sweetest, most breathy of moans.

Light, almost feathery touches traced his chest. Feeling along the lines of his pectoral. Easing across his abs, then down. Brooklyn took a breath and tensed. Katana leaned in and breathed into his ear, "Slowly, relax..." and brought her fingers back up to his collarbone. He buried his nose into her dark hair and breathed, trying to keep himself calm and relaxed. Though it was very hard with his mate so close. He could feel her heart as it thumped against his chest. Smelled her growing excitement. More than that, he could feel her energy swirling. A calm, cool pool in her core that brushed against his with the lightest of touches.

Except tonight, he could feel a different rhythm to it. Something about the way it swirled and churned with each breath struck him as different. Brooklyn took a slower breath and leaned back, offering his chest to her. Fingers danced across his red hide again and down. This time, she made it all the way to his belt. Expert fingers worked the buckle free before starting to slide his loincloth off fully.

Even his in his short time on this adventure, he’d learned to start piecing things together. He felt at his innate senses again. Something was off… "Babe?" he breathed as she exposed him to the air. Uncut cock twitching, already at full mast and eager. She purred as her attention shifted to his length. Gently tracing a pulsing vein from the base up towards his tip. His eyes drifted closed and he felt it. There was something, some deeper twist in the aether. "Something different tonight?" That question made her pause, "Like, do you think that maybe we were dropped here sometime near the Equinox?"

Katana leaned back now and looked up and around. "The Autumn Equinox?" He could see the thoughts rolling through her head, "I did feel something strange. Sensei and the other women of the clan warned me about..." her cheeks flushed ever so slightly as she looked at him. Clearing her throat. "The oncoming storm. The night of procreation. What would happen after I chose a mate."

Her heat. Her first one. One of only three chances to have a child. It was something they'd talked about on and off. Neither knew how long the Timedance would take. They could be back in Manhattan in a year, it could take decades. They could never end up at his home again. Of course they could always find a Clan and settle down. Until then, they'd be risking having an egg with them in their travels. A decade of going who-knew where and protecting an egg, then a child.

Brooklyn slid his hand over hers. Linked fingers slowly and brought his muzzle to rest against hers. "If you are ready, then so am I. Told you I'd be in for the long haul, didn't I?" A little nudge, “Still surprised it took us this long to decide.”

Her nose wrinkled playfully, "That is because you are terrible at taking hints.” She gave him a quick peck, “Not your exact wording, but yes." Leaning back, she let out a soft sigh as her robe slipped from her shoulders, leaving her in just her wraps. "I believe something slow, sensual tonight? I hear that it can be rather... Intense. Though that is for tomorrow."

A thought crossed his mind, “All the time, and all the places…” he chuckled. She looked back at him and waited on him to finish. “We get dropped somewhere remote. Peaceful. Complete with secluded campsite, and hot springs. Just before the Equinox? Almost like the Gate planned this.” Which it very well might have. Be it luck, fate, some intelligence within the magic. Thus far he’d never arrived somewhere during the day. Nor had he been transported while he was stone. He always arrived somewhere he seemed to be needed, and left when he was done. He glanced at Katana, I just hope that it drops us somewhere safe in a few months, and during the Spring Equinox. Can’t imagine she’d want to carry an egg longer than she has to.

“Then it has my thanks, so long as it allows us… ample time to enjoy.” Katana turned and tucked his cock right into the cleft between her rear and tail, "I believe the rabbits are done roasting. We should eat now, because I doubt we will have time or focus for it later."

He leaned forward and mock growled, "Tease," into her ear. Drawing a giggle from his mate as she leaned back into his arms.

Dinner was simple enough. Rice, some vegetables, and they shared a rabbit. Fu got the other rabbit and was content to gnaw on the bones and lightly roasted carcass. Katana kept Brooklyn worked up throughout. Slight shifts of her tail. Subtle grinds of her hips. Pressing and nudging his aching length against his belly. Brooklyn knew better than to try and act on it, and he also knew how much teasing him excited her. He could feel her excited warmth against his thigh and sac. More than that, he knew how much she'd reward him after.

Katana licked her fingers gently, "I will clean the pot, you clean up the site?" She stood and, somehow, had undone her wraps also they spiraled and flowed. Whispering down her body as she stood to pool about her feet. "Then we shall meet at the springs." As she stepped forward, her tail swung up enough to give him a peek underneath. Brooklyn's eyes honing right in on those delicate pussy lips as she stepped forward, smiling at him.

Cleaning up the campsite was straightforward enough. His loincloth and belt were neatly folded and set aside. As were her wrapping and robe. Though he made sure to fold and lay them out precisely as she liked. Just one of those little touches he'd come to learn she appreciated over the last while traveling together. Their clothing was left on a rock, out of the way of any rain that might happen, and out of the dirt. He gathered a bedroll they'd assembled. While they didn't need it during the day to sleep, there were other uses for it. Especially post bath or soak in a springs.

Katana strolled up as he was smoothing the bedding out. She smiled at him, looked it over, and stepped past. Without a word, he stood and followed her. Holding her hand as she dipped a toe into the waters. Then sank in with a, "Tsss, oh... It's warm." Breathed out as she sank into the gently steaming waters. Easing down until she was clearly sitting on the bottom. Chin just above water as she savored the warmth soaking into her body. "Not too deep either."

He chuckled, "You're just saying that to keep me from leaping in and splashing you."

She sank lower until just the top of her head was visible, "You do know how to ruin a good soak." She opened an eye and smiled as he joined her.

Brooklyn barely had time to sit on the bottom of the pool before she was on him. Thighs sliding over his, body pressed to his front. He tilted his head and caught her in a kiss. Tongues sliding out and across each other as she breathed out another of her sweet noises. He groaned so deep in his chest in response. She knew how wild those noises of hers drove him wild. Weaponized it with extreme pleasure even as her body arched into his. Breasts pillowed against his chest, thighs curled around his waist, and her softness pressed against him. One hand trailed down to tease his length. Thumb gently prying back his foreskin to pet his tip. Stroking it as she might a favored pet.

The springs were hot, almost the perfect temperature for the pair of them. Yet he'd swear her body was like a beacon of raw heat. Could be bias there though. He did think she was rather hot. The more she pressed against him, the more they began to resonate. She gasped quietly, breathing the sound into his ears. He moaned, the noise trailing into a pleased growl, pressing against her in turn.

Soft folds pressed to his raging length. Sliding against the belly of his spire. Katana breathed out another moan for him. Head tilting to nibble on his ear oh so tenderly. Hands swept down her back, settling on the curve of her hips and drawing her close. Another gasp, almost a squeak, as she inched towards his tip.

Thus began their dance. Slow. Sensual. Taking their time as their bodies rolled in the water. Brooklyn's hands trailing over her sides and hips, around to the base of her tail. She let hers linger on his chest, up to his ears. Playing with them before running her fingers through his hair. All while their privates pressed tight to each other. Brooklyn found himself wondering how he could have gotten so lucky. Head swimming with pleasure as he pushed into her.

Not too fast though. They had time to make it last. His hand dipped down lower, feeling through the silt they were seated on. Pulling up a handful, he looked down at it. "Clean enough?"

She rolled her head and let her cheek come to rest on the other side of his. She looked down at the silt as well. Fine, soft sand. Not really muddy. She ran her fingers through it and checked. "Clean enough," she judged with a breathy sigh. Hips rolling so smoothly, pressing his cock between her body and his stomach. Taking her time with each push, every roll, teasing both of them more with each moment.

He needed a little distraction before she worked him to a frenzy. The sandy silt was that answer. He took the handful and began to use it to gently scrub her body. Working a light handful over her hips and back. Using it to gently scrub away the last few days of travel. Not to mention, gently exfoliate her skin. Gargoyle hide was tough, and a gentle scrubbing felt wonderful. Especially as he brought his hands up her sides and across her ribs.

"Sssst....mmmm," Katana breathed as she leaned back, exposing her breasts for him. Even going so far as to lift her arms and spread her wings. Watching him with a smile as he almost painted her front with darker hand prints. Spreading the fine grit over her body before starting to massage. "Were you looking for any excuse to do that?" she sighed the question as his fingers traced the underside of her breasts. Cupping them, gently stroking the supple flesh.

"If I was looking for an excuse, I would have done this already." He leaned in and let his tongue trace a nipple. The darker cerulean flesh rose to a peak the instant his tongue touched it. Her breath trembled in her throat as he teased the teat a mere beat before gently pressing his soft beak-like mouth around it. Suckling on her as his hands continued to paint and scrub her body.

Katana panted, "Beast. Brute." All while her hips began to roll a little more. Sliding further up and down his length. She pressed her hips tighter to him, arching her back to grab a double handful of silt herself. Almost absently, she began to rub it over his front as well. Taking time to trace and paint over his abs, across his pecs, and over his shoulders.

"And you love every... Ahhh," he breathed out as she struck. A graceful sway of her hips brought his tip to her entrance, then she slid herself down over him. Biting her lip and moaning in that way he found irresistible. His manhood flexed inside her, spilling precum deeper into her core. Rejoicing in the feel of her about him as she settled fully into his lap. "Moment of it," he growled and pulled her close.

Arms draped around him, "As do you, my love." She pulled, drawing him with her, inviting him as she sank back into the water. Brooklyn followed readily, sinking below the surface. Eyes shut, feeling her as they twisted about in the water. Hands roamed bodies, sweeping grit and grime off each other. Exposing freshly cleaned hide to touch and hot springs. Wings beat just enough to send them in a spiral. Katana on top for a second, then Brooklyn. They danced and spun in the water, lingering under for a long moment. Exploring each other through touch and pressure. Brooklyn sank to the bottom as she flicked her wings. Pushing him into the silt a little, grinding against him.

Then she pulled away with a playful tap to his chest. Body sliding away and off his, leaving him arched and under the water. Wings beat and he twisted. He was a little stuck, not enough to worry, but it took him a second or two to free himself. Kanata sat on the edge of the pool. Smiling as she pushed her long, dark hair out of her eyes. Calmly and lightly pressing out water before she pulled herself out of the pool. "Gonna call you a trickster at this rate." He smiled and did the same. Pushing and scrubbing fingers through his hair to get as much water out as he could.

This time she just smirked at him and lay back. Legs sliding apart as he climbed out of the pool and towards her. His mate offered a musical purr as he joined her on their love nest. Thighs easing over his, arms hooking around his neck, and finally greeting him with a kiss. No words were said, none were needed. A hand dipped between them. Fingers guiding his raging length between her folds. Bodies arches and drove, welcoming the other again.

The dance continued, slow, but with purpose. Both gargoyles could feel the ground hum beneath them. Were aware of the steady progress of the sun. Katana, with a light press of her heels to his back, told him what she wanted. He agreed with a swirl of his tongue against hers. Plunging into her core and savoring the feel of her around him.

Sex was sex. Any gargoyle could, and probably would, have sex with another. Over their long lives, they might share many such connections. Sex felt good, it was a great way to unwind and bond. Most of the time, it was safe too. Not like there could be a surprise pregnancy. The way bodies meshed and melded. Discovering and exploring with someone you could trust. Uncovering some new experience or like. Finding a boundary to avoid. Or just simply trying to get off when the need was a bit much.

This was not sex. He'd learned that the first time he and Katana had an intimate pairing. The way their bodies harmonized with each other. Oh, he could nearly feel her pleasure as it hummed against his. That core of power deep within her swirled and welcomed his. Blended and danced, churning into something greater than it's parts. Sex was just bodies, but this? There were no words for what this was for a gargoyle. The harmony, the presence, it was as if he'd been missing a part of himself his entire life and hadn't known it. She completed him in ways he'd never dreamt someone could. Now he knew what that longing in Hudson's voice had meant when he spoke of his mate. Of the hurt that flavored Goliath's use of the word. It was an understanding that couldn't be taught, only experienced.

Katana broke the kiss with a, "The Sun," before diving back in. Lips peppering his with kisses, working her way down his neck. He arched and breathed an understanding. Pushing deeper into her, the soft impact of their hide echoing ever so wonderfully in the small grotto. Her little moans started to turn into light gasps of pleasure. Each touch, every press of heel or finger encouraging him. It was like riding the wind, but having the wind ride him back in return. Where she wanted him, he was there. Wherever he needed her, she was waiting. It was beyond intimate.

He could feel the churning of his balls. The steady thumping of his sac off her backside changing ever so slightly as his finish drew close. Her body arched and lifted to him. Inviting wetness surrounding him, smooth muscles grabbing and drawing him deeper. Those breaths turned into gasps as she began to shudder around him. Faster, she spoke without saying. He answered with a growl and ducked his head.

Wings came up and wrapped around him, tucking in against his back. Katana wrapped legs around him, heels braced just above his tail. Her hands swept under his arms and tucked so close to the base of his wings. Brooklyn shifted as well, head dipping low, wings arched and flared. Then came down as if to embrace her more. Forming a rough shroud over the pair of them. Hips met with increasing need. Tails twined and twisted about each other. It was as if every inch of the pair wished to touch. A soft whine sounded, bodies just starting to clench. Right on the very edge of release.

Morning light raced across the mountains and shone on the pair. Gargoyles frozen mid-tryst, wings tucked just so. Making them look as if they were little more than a new rock on the ground. Soft, gray stone-like flesh slowing and solidifying with a deep crackle.

Stone Sleep was always a strange thing to describe. Elisa had asked them about dreams once. Yes, they dreamed, kind of. There was this dull awareness of the area around them. Of the feel of sun on their bodies. The music of their surroundings drifted in and out. The soft bubbling and steaming of the springs paired with the whisper of wind. Creating a background to the stone dream. Even asleep, the Gargoyle pair could feel each other. That swirl of power and presence pressed against the other in intimate embrace. A time where two were and are one. Mates. A closeness that no gargoyle could describe, yet every one knew when they felt it.

But did they dream? Perhaps they did. Brooklyn sometimes had visions, imaginations that ran through his slumbering being. Faint ideas of a life with Katana, with their offspring. Of being home in New York with his clan. Of staying in Japan with hers. A life lead well, and opportunities taken with joy because she was at his side. Katana? Well, she dreamt of much the same. Of her partner, of their children, of adventures and longing. He could feel her dreams at the edge of his, and she was aware of his in turn. In the dreams, she offered him a hand, and pulled him close. Embracing within their slumber. Drifting through the timeless void that was day.

Sunset came with its usual sedate pace. Sliding behind the horizon and sending the shudder through their bodies. Eyes flared. White for Brooklyn, a deep crimson for Katana. Stone flesh cracked and crumbled as the pair moved. Katana threw her head back and cried out, the sound deep and savage, filled with pleasure. Heels burrowed into his back and nails dug into his flesh as she arched under him. Brooklyn joined her in greeting the night. Throwing his head back, wings beating at the air. Fingers and toes tore at the ground and their bedding as he drove himself deep into her core.

Their shared climax, halted by the daylight, hit far harder as the night allowed their release. Lights danced and flashed behind their eyes with such an intensity, it was dizzying. Her body drew him so very deep, legs now allowing an escape he would have never thought of. His spire leapt inside her, unleashing a torrent of rich seed into her core. Each throb, every shot, saying the same thing as it filled her. An offering. My Mate. My promise.

Climatic, bellowing calls echoed up and down the mountains for what seemed like minutes. The pair clinging to each other ferociously, as if afraid that the moment would abandon them too soon. Yet, even after the longest moment, it was gone and leaving them panting in its absence.

Katana tucked her head under his, breathed, and caught the scent of blood. "Your back," she started. Only then aware of the lines her claws had drawn up his flanks.

"Was itching something fierce," he laughed, trying to play it off. It was nothing that wouldn't heal with sleep. He'd wear the marks proudly, knowing how good that must have felt for her. He began to sit up, looking down at her with love in his eyes. Admiring her in the fading sunlight as he rolled his shoulders slowly.

She laughed, nuzzled into his neck, then felt it. A pulse deep in her core. Her body hummed with the Autumn Equinox. Thrummed with a need and desire as old as time itself. She groaned and felt her eyes begin to flash and flutter. Not the red of rage or adrenaline, but a crimson of desire.

Brooklyn looked down at her as her eyes began to flash and flare. He started to ask something, but then felt it. His core resonating with hers. Jaws fell open with a gasp as the primal energies rolled up his spine and surged through his body. His eyes flashed as well, the beat quickly falling in time with hers. A desire, raw and raging, surged through him. Answering the unspoken call from her body.

Wordlessly, she shifted on the bedding. Twisting under the male until she was on knees and elbows. She reached back, wings flaring wide and lowering. One hand on her rear, tail to the side as she spread herself open. He didn't need her to say it, he could feel the unspoken question and demand. Body moving almost on it's own. Cock surging with raw need and urgent desire as he lined up with her. Pushing in with another gasp and a huff. Tip stuffing his own seed deeper into her before he drew back. Scottish broadsword finding its home in a Katana’s sheath.

Katana cried out wordlessly, yet her need rang into him. Brooklyn answered with a snarl and hunched over her. Bodies pressed tight to each other again. Hips mashed and gyrated. Lips touched and brushed before parting with a gasp. For a second, he held her breast and drew her into him. Only for his touch to fall upon her hip and demand more. Her hands alternately tore at the bedding and buried themselves into hair and flesh. Grasping him, demanding more, showing her pleasure with deep scratches, and trying to find something solid to hold onto.

When compared to the slower affair of the night before, this was bestial, primal. Unhinged was the only way it could be described. Fire burned and churned through her, blasting up into him. Warming the red skinned male with its fury. A raging inferno he answered and challenged. Snarling, panting, gasping, thrashing. She twisted and he shifted. Leg found a hold against his chest and folded neatly as he loomed over her. Lips met, tongues wrestled, and then parted as she threw her head back and cried out. His shrieking call answering a beat later.

Katana nearly collapsed into the ground. Hair fanning out, blue hide shimming with sweat and warmth as her overheated form relished in the feel of him throbbing inside her. If she closed her eyes, she'd swear she could seed his seed painting her depths. Brooklyn shook over her and panted. Breath fogging in the cool air as she trembled around him. Welcoming him with a joy neither could contain.

A crashing, a scrambling. Fu-Dog burst onto the scene with a snarl, eyes white with rage, ready to defend his companions.

Only to stop and stare in confusion.

"Ah. Hey, Fu, guess we were noisy." Brooklyn tried to laugh, but the noise cut off with a heavy pant.

Katana blushed briefly before cranking her head to look at their companion. "Fu, could you go hunting? Brooklyn and I are..." her hips began to stir against his, "occupied."

The Gargoyle beast rumbled, leaned in and gave her face a lick. Which prompted a sputtering wave of her hands before he did the same to Brooklyn and bounded off. Brooklyn laughed and rolled his hips, starting to thrust again before the thought even occurred to him. "WOW, I've never been this hard before." Light touch ran down her front until he pressed against her lower stomach. Feeling his own, granite-hard length probe deeper into her.

Katana huffed and guided his hand slightly, adjusting the angle of her hips. She bit her lip and moaned out pleasantly as his tip ground against a patch inside her. Pleasure shooting and rolling through her. "Did your Rookery Parents never tell you about the Equinox?"

He moved with her, feeling the press of her leg on his chest drive him back. Katana shifted as he leaned back, rising up and shoving him over until she was on top. Hands on his chest and body clapping off his as she began to ride him. "A little. The broad strokes. Goliath said he'd tell me more when I found a mate. Hudson laughed and said I'd find out on my own. He did warn me to have food and drink ready."

"Nnngff, too late for that." She leaned forward and all but buried his long muzzle between her breasts. "It's the night of procreation. We have plenty of energy stored up to go over," her his lifted until his tip was barely in her. Then she dropped with a loud [b]smack, "And over until the sun rises." She tossed her head and some hair fell into her face. The red glint in her eyes seeming dangerous as she growled, "The energy lingers a bit after, so we can have more leisurely fun after."

"How long after?" He nuzzled and grabbed her backside. Fingers digging into her flesh in a way that made her gasp and clench around him. Muscles heaved as he stood up. Katana gasped in shock, but moved with him, never once missing a beat. Not even as he stepped his feet apart, braced, and began to meet her with mighty slams that drove a gasp from her with each impact.

"Few days, few weeks, Angelika was never clear on how long, and Demona refused to speak of it." She cupped his cheeks and tapped her lips to his, "There is a reason it only happens every twenty years, my love."

He flashed a grin, "Be the death of me otherwise."

"Pha! As if I would chose such a weak mate. You will survive. We will come out stronger after."

He arched with a groaned, "Then let's make the night of it. See how many positions we can work through before the sun stops us."

She grinned at him, eyes blazing with lust and challenge, "All of them, or I shall be disappointed."

Brooklyn did not disappoint. Though his memories of the following hours were somewhat hazy. Bodies moved and swirled, pressing against each other. Blue to red, fingers tangling in hair, black and white. One moment, he was fully aware of himself. Standing there, arms looped under Katana's legs, dropping her full weight onto his manhood as he showed off his strength. The next, he wasn't sure if he was all him. Back in the grass, legs up, Katana looming over him and driving her hips into his.

Bodies met and meshed. Shuddered and surged. She would cry out and her form would draw him deeper. He'd respond and fill her to overflowing. Only to start as soon as pleasures ran their course. Supernatural strength and stamina working their magics. Keeping both ready and able to perform as soon as they were asked to.

Food was there, water was plentiful, yet they only hungered for each other. The only thirst they had sated by their partner's body.

The sun rose again. It's rays found the pair in a lustful embrace again. Brooklyn on his back, knees lifted to support Katana's back. Her head lifted in the throes of pleasure. A look of absolute bliss frozen on her face. Breasts pressed into his hands. Hips meshed and melded together. A look of lust, love, and connectivity that could not be explained with mere words. In their Slumber, the pair pressed so tight together, they formed a single whole. Swirling beings wrapped about each other. Curled around a singular pulsing light. The promise of a new life to be. One that would be loved and welcomed into the world by parents that could wish for nothing more.

Darkness fell. Eyes raged as bodies lifted and pressed. The night greeting sounded weaker, tired, not lasting as long as it usually did. Katana's legs trembled and her core shuddered as she felled forward. Brooklyn's arms shook, only managing to slow his mate as she collapsed on top of him. Arms wrapped about her a moment before his wings dig. She tucked her chin into the crook of his neck and breathed. Panting as she came down from the night-long tryst of the day before.

A low purr shook the ground as the pair breathed their contentment to each other. Quiet little noises of love and affection. No words were needed.

'Mmm, cuddles," he breathed at her and nuzzled her hair.

"Cuddles," she agreed, worming her way closer to him.

Then a rumble, a need ignored the night before. "Water?"

"Food," she agreed.

"Then cuddles."

"Only cuddles."

"Sounds ideal."

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"So, what's it like. You know..." Broadway asked nervously. The larger gargoyle cast a nervous, sideways glance at Brooklyn. What had only been moments of separation for the Manhattan Clan, had been forty years for Brooklyn. He showed it, body marked with scars from battle, form honed and ready for combat.

A soft chuckle as he tilted his head, "Oh yeah, I forget that Hudson and Goliath were... Embarrassed about it."

Hudson snorted, “Ain’t embarrassed, Lad. Just need to learn some things first hand.”

Brooklyn waved at the older male. He took a slow breath and clapped the, now younger, gargoyle on his shoulder. "Okay, so don't worry about pleasure. You'll know what Angela wants and she'll know what you want. That's easy enough. Get a space ready. Bed, seats, somewhere to sit down or lean against, all that."

Broadway's eyes widened, "All that?"

A wide grin, "Oh yes. All that. Snacks, food, and drinks. Get that ready if you can. I'd say get snacks and the like ready. Katana and I can have food waiting outside the door if you like."

To say Broadway looked stunned would be an understatement. "Sounds like I'm readying for a siege or epic gaming session. Is there anything else?"

Brooklyn scratched his cheek and thought. Finger straying towards his eye patch. "Well, Angela doesn't have horns, so less to worry about there…"

His old friend's eyes darted to the patch. "How did you get that again?"

"Sword accident." Broadway accepted it with a nod and look away. Lexington looked rather shocked as he put two and two together. Hudson just chuckled knowingly, scratching his own facial scar.