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Brooklyn Chronicles - Season 1, Episode 1

Brooklyn awoke as the last rays of sunlight shining upon him died away, and he flexed his sinewy muscles and with a roar shattered the stone encasement left from his daylight slumber. The stone shards fell away with a clatter, revealing his lean red-hided body clad in a loincloth like the other gargoyles of his clan, who were also breaking free from their stone prisons around him with roars and great yawns. As the white glow filling Brooklyn's eyes began to fade he closed his eyes and rubbed them; it had been another restless sleep full of strange dreams.

He looked over his shoulder at his clanmates Broadway and Angela, newly mated, to Brooklyn's dismay. Brooklyn's restlessness had started since the target of his affections had chosen his rookery brother as a mate over him, crushing his dreams and sending him into a spiral of mixed anger and depression. Brooklyn snapped his gaze back to the blaze of lights that was Manhattan, far below Castle Wyvern at the top of the Eyrie Building, before either of the two could catch his eyes.

Brooklyn hopped off the railing onto the flagstones, hoping to steal away before anyone could make a grab for his attention so he could go sulk somewhere in private. However he was too slow, and he heard Broadway's uncertain voice behind him. "Hey, uh, Brooklyn. We're going to catch some breakfast before patrol...wanna come with?"

Brooklyn hesitated for a fraction of a second before cloaking himself with his wings and beginning to walk away in some random direction, any direction as long as it was away. "No thanks." He rasped shortly, just barely able to keep a growl from his voice as he stalked away. He didn't look back over his shoulder to see Broadway or Angela's reaction as he passed Goliath and Elisa on his way. The two were murmuring quietly together, but Brooklyn lacked the curiosity tonight to bother slowing down to listen and instead continued straight ahead into the shadows.

He wandered through the myriad of courtyards for a while without mind as to where his feet took him, his beak grimacing and his thoughts again focused on trying to understand why Angela had picked Broadway and not him. Every thought only provoked more of the emotional responses that he had been trying to suppress for days - anger, frustration, jealousy, inferiority. It all boiled inside him, searching for escape. More and more the castle felt like a prison, trapping him in with his emotions.

With a half-suppressed growl he turned and kicked the stone wall with as much force as he could muster, leaving the stone gouged and his foot screaming with pain. He growled under his breath as he hobbled over to a masonry bench near an arched doorway, angry at his own stupidity. He dropped onto the bench with a sigh and clutched his foot, trying to massage the pain out of it. Thankfully it seemed like nothing was broken.

He was testing his weight on it when whispers from beyond the doorway caught his attention. He withheld a hiss of pain as he stood and stumbled to the heavy oak door which was just barely cracked open. Willing his breathing to slow he put his ear to the opening and listened and managed to catch what sounded like the voices of Goliath and Elisa. Brooklyn frowned, his curiosity warring with the sense that he shouldn't be eavesdropping on his leader, and after a few moments his curiosity won out. He pried open the door a little further to listen, praying that it wouldn't make the awful creaking noise that many of the others did. Thankfully the door's hinges remained silent and Brooklyn was able to listen in.

"I don't see what the big problem is!" Brooklyn heard Elisa say in hushed exasperation.

"The clan would not approve..." Goliath replied.

"They already know! You think they can't tell?" Elisa's voice was rapidly growing louder now.

Goliath replied with a low frustrated growl. "More than that, we cannot be together during the day. And what about you? You would be forced to hide it from everyone you know."

"I can deal with that! I already hide your existence from everybody anyway!" Elisa retorted before sighing. "Goliath...I want something more between us...something real." Through the crack in the doorway Brooklyn was just able to see Elisa leaning into Goliath, her hands traveling down his chest to his broad belt.

"No! I would only hurt you." Goliath said, arresting her hands with his own before they could go further.

"Fine!" Elisa exclaimed loudly as she pushed herself off him. "You don't want me because I'm human, I get it!"

Too late Brooklyn realized Elisa was storming right for the very door he was hiding behind. He tried to make a dash for the shadows in the corner of the courtyard, but his injured foot angrily protested the movement and it was all Brooklyn could do to catch himself on the nearby bench and hope that Elisa wouldn't think he had been eavesdropping. The door was apparently too heavy for Elisa to throw open and slam behind her, much to her obvious disappointment as she pushed it open and then closed.

Brooklyn tried his best to mirror the look of surprise she wore on her face as she noticed him sitting on the bench, clutching his foot. "Tripped." He said lamely, his voice dripping with guilt.

Elisa opened her mouth to speak but hesitated for a moment before smiling, she obviously saw through his excuse. "How about you come over to my place? I can check it out for you and maybe we can talk a bit."

"I'll probably get in trouble for missing patrol..." Brooklyn said. He would give almost anything to be away from the others, but he wasn't sure facing Goliath's wrath would be worth it.

Elisa glanced back towards the doors as if she could see Goliath stalking away through them. "I don't think you'll be on his mind for a while; I think you can get away with playing hooky one night." she said with a smile as her gaze returned to him. "Plus I've got some movies I've been meaning to watch."

A few hours away from here, watching movies? That he definitely couldn't pass up. "Alright." he agreed with a smile.

Elisa returned his smile with her own. "See you at my place then." She said before turning and walking away towards the elevators down to the ground far below.

Brooklyn watched her go before gingerly testing his foot and finding it able to support his weight despite a slight ache. He looked around to see if anybody was watching him before slipping into the shadows where he climbed to the top of the castle's outer wall. He sighed as he sat on the parapet and overlooked the glowing city far below, hoping that Goliath would be too caught up with frustration from his argument with Elisa to notice or care where he had gone.

Brooklyn shrugged to himself - only one way to find out. He unfurled his wings and leaped off the edge and glided away from the tower in the direction of Elisa's apartment. He breathed deeply as the wind rushed by him, sending his shock of white hair billowing as he lazily drifted on the air currents. It felt good to fly and get away from the castle and more specifically Broadway and Angela.

As he twisted between the skyscrapers he replayed Elisa's argument with Goliath over in his mind. Brooklyn had caught on pretty quick to their romantic attraction to one another, it wasn't exactly hard to tell anyway. Before seeing Goliath and Elisa's interest in one another he hadn't given thought to the idea that humans and gargoyles might be romantic partners; it struck him as a little odd but to each their own. He hadn't realized their relationship was this serious though, not having paid much thought to it. Perhaps he should try to assuage Goliath's fears about the clan's response? On top of that, what was he going to say to Elisa, for she obviously wanted to talk about what had happened. Brooklyn sighed, he hoped the movies would be worth the awkward conversation.

He glided for a few more minutes before spotting Elisa's apartment building. When he came in to land on the balcony he found the windows dark he reasoned that she must still be making her way through the streets below. He hopped up on the railing and sat staring down at the headlights of the cars below streaming through the streets, wondering which ones belonged to the car carrying Elisa. His eyes grew unfocused as he followed the lights and patterns, his mind growing unfocused as well as he fell into the city's trance. Again his mind wandered back to Angela, and to Maggie. Why had they both rejected him when he had tried so hard?

"Brooklyn?" Elisa's voice suddenly came from behind him and a hand rested on his shoulder, startling him from the trance.

"Sorry. Got stuff on my mind." Brooklyn mumbled a little embarrassed as he turned to follow Elisa into her apartment, he must have not realized the time passing.

"It's fine." Elisa said with a small smile as she closed the sliding glass door behind him. "I have some stuff on my mind too."

"I, uh..." Brooklyn wasn't sure what to do or say as he looked around the warmly lit room. A couch and television stood on the opposite side of the room from a doorway to a small kitchen on Brooklyn's left.

"Want a drink?" Elisa asked as she kicked off her shoes and tossed her red jacket over a nearby chair. She headed into the kitchen without waiting for a reply, speaking over her shoulder, "Feel free to make yourself at home."

Brooklyn hesitantly set himself down on the couch and watched as Elisa removed a bottle of wine from the fridge and retrieved a couple of glasses from a cupboard. Elisa laughed when she turned and found him sitting straight-backed on the couch, feeling very out of place. "Here, looks like you could use a drink." she said as she handed a full glass of wine to him. "Relax, my couch doesn't bite, I promise." she added with a smile.

Brooklyn couldn't help but chuckle at her comment and took the offered glass of deep red wine and leaned back into the couch, taking a sip. "Thanks."

Elisa sat next to him with a glass of her own in her hands. "I'm sorry you saw my disagreement with Goliath." she said, taking a sip of wine. "I thought we were alone."

"Well, I..." Brooklyn began awkwardly and then looked at Elisa. He owed her more than trying to lie when she already knew. "I'm sorry for eavesdropping." he said, averting his eyes.

Elisa shrugged. "It's no big deal. I was trying to convince Goliath to tell you guys anyway." she said, looking at him. "Although I suspect at least some of you have already caught on."

Brooklyn's gaze returned to her. "You two seem to like each other a lot." he said simply.

Elisa sighed. "Yeah." she paused and downed more wine before continuing, "You don't have a problem with that, do you Brooklyn?" she asked cautiously.

"No?" Brooklyn answered. "Goliath is my leader, and you're my friend, if you two make each other happy... I mean, I've never heard of a gargoyle and a human... but, it's not my business to question Goliath's decisions, or yours I guess."

Elisa nodded silently, her face caught in a slight frown. "Has the rest of the clan caught on? Have you talked about it with the others?"

"We haven't talked about it but, they've probably figured it out by now." Brooklyn said before adding with a sneer, "Except maybe Broadway."

"Still upset about that, huh?"

"How could I not be?" Brooklyn exclaimed in frustration. "I've had two chances, and I blew it both times!"

Elisa frowned. "Brooklyn, you shouldn't blame yourself over other people's actions." she said, resting a gentle hand on his shoulder, making him look up at her from his wineglass. "Well, you might have overdone it a bit with Angela, but all three of you were pretty bad." she added with a smile.

Brooklyn sighed. "I just don't think I'm going to get a third chance. Manhattan isn't exactly gargoyle central."

"You can't be certain about that. You didn't expect Angela to come along." Elisa pointed out. She paused before adding with a smirk, "And last time I checked, Manhattan is as close to human central as it gets."

Brooklyn's eyebrows shot up in surprise at her suggestion, it had never occurred to him that what Elisa and Goliath had could be something he could have too. "I..." his eyes explored more of Elisa than they usually did, as if inspecting her as a sample of feminine human beauty. Of course she lacked the wings and tail of a gargoyle she, still had the same feminine form; and while she wasn't as strong as a gargoyle, she was still capable, and Brooklyn found he could appreciate that. "I guess that's a possibility." he said, turning his eyes away quickly when he realized he had been checking out his friend.

Elisa must have noticed his gaze and laughed. "You're pretty handsome yourself." while she spoke Brooklyn noticed her eyes traveling over the red hide of his pectorals and over his abs, and yet lower to his belt line before snapping back up to his eyes. He acted like he hadn't noticed, as he didn't want to embarrass Elisa, but he found himself wondering that perhaps Elisa's polite comment had been more sincere than she had first intended.

"Thanks." he said as he went to take another sip of wine, only to find it was all gone. "Wow, this stuff is pretty good."

Elisa chuckled. "I'll go grab us some more. Feel free to pick a movie and throw it in." she said as she set down her own empty glass on the coffee table, motioning towards the wooden cabinet her television sat on before heading to the kitchen.

Brooklyn's eyes followed her for several moments, noticing the slight sway in her hips, before getting up and kneeling before the cabinet and opening its doors, revealing a couple stacks of VHS tapes in their cardboard sleeves. He found what looked to be an action flick he had not seen before and slipped it free of its sleeve and pressed the eject button on the VCR unit sitting on a shelf under the television. The top of the unit popped open and he slid the VHS tape into its slot and gently closed it. He had turned on the TV and VCR and was growing frustrated as he couldn't get the movie to play on the screen when Elisa returned, bottle of wine in hand.

"Let me get that for you, big guy." She said with a smile after setting down the wine on the table and approached. Brooklyn stepped aside and returned to the couch and in a few moments the film was playing on the screen. "Good choice." Elisa said as she joined him and refilled their glasses.

"Thanks." Brooklyn said with a smile and settled back into the couch. He was just beginning to feel a pleasant numbness from the wine, it had been quite a long time since he had last had alcohol, technically over a thousand years.

He found his eyes falling to Elisa's waist and backside as she fiddled with the TV and VCR, and noted that while she lacked the stony musculature of a gargoyle like Angela, she possessed a more feminine curvature, a bit like Maggie. His abruptly eyes snapped upwards to meet Elisa's as she turned around, and he realized he had completely missed her getting the picture to come through on the television just beforehand.

"All set." she said, meeting his smile with her own. She went to the switches beside the front door and flicked the lights off and joined Brooklyn on the couch as the movie began.

Quickly Brooklyn was lost in the colorful moving pictures that still fascinated him so much. Explosions and fast paced action scenes dazzled his eyes. By the end of the movie and as the credits began to roll he found he had made his way through his third glass of wine, having little recollection of having refilled it at some point.

"Why don't you pick another movie while I make some popcorn?" Elisa offered, and stood and headed to the kitchen after Brooklyn agreed.

The sound of a microwave oven operating and popcorn popping met his ears as he sorted through the tapes on the shelf under the TV until he found what he guessed was one of the new movies that Elisa had mentioned. Now that she had set up the set he was able to get the tape playing on the screen without too much trouble, and Elisa returned with a large bowl of popcorn just as the second movie began.

Brooklyn and Elisa sat quietly, the bowl of popcorn between them as they watched. Then the scene transitioned to something Brooklyn had seen a couple times on the TV back home, an intimate love scene between the human protagonist and their love interest, however this one seemed a bit more involved. Brooklyn's eyes sidled somewhat nervously over to Elisa as the movie characters passionately tore their clothes from each other, but Elisa only shrugged with a little grin.

Brooklyn watched as the pair tumbled into a bed and the human male laid himself upon the woman, between her legs. The camera was cut in close enough to only show the man smiling down at the woman, and her back up at him, her breasts and stiff nipples bare to the screen and bouncing a bit with the man's movements. Brooklyn didn't need more than that to know what was going on. He found himself imagining himself in the man's position above Angela, or Maggie, and wondering what they looked like unclothed and the differences between them. Then abruptly his mind replaced that image of Maggie's soft golden fur with light mocha skin and dark hair, and there was Elisa under him, sighing in pleasure as the woman on the television did.

Then his heart seemed to jump into his throat as he realized his body was reacting to the fantasy. He tried to sidle his hand over to his loincloth discreetly to hide his arousal, silently and desperately willing the swelling to dissipate as he tried to give the outward appearance of calm so as not to tip off Elisa.

Yet the love scene went on, and the man seemed to be nearing his peak when suddenly he gasped and his motions stopped and he trembled as the woman smiled up at him. Brooklyn's uncooperative mind, encouraged by a haze of alcohol, conjured a vivid fantasy of himself reaching his own peak and spilling inside of Maggie. Again the image in his mind flickered to Elisa, and he looked down to her bare breasts and caressed one with a gentle clawed hand.

He was at full hardness now, and had to apply significant pressure to his loincloth to keep himself concealed. The movie scene ended, but the damage seemed to have been done, and five minutes into the next part he was growing quite uncomfortable.

"Doesn't look like that's going anywhere, big guy." Elisa said suddenly with a teasing air to her voice.

Brooklyn's eyes snapped to her. If it weren't for his red hide he would have been blushing. "I... uh... "

Elisa chuckled, and Brooklyn wondered if he was blushing somehow. "I can't really be mad at you. It has been a thousand years after all..."

"Sorry." was all Brooklyn could get out.

"It must be difficult to find privacy with the others." Elisa went on, the movie forgotten. She paused, looking at him, her eyes stealing down to his loincloth. "You can... you can take care of yourself right now if you want." her voice seemed to waver with a little uncertainty.

Brooklyn's eyebrows shot up at what she was suggesting. "I..." his mind told him that was crazy, wrong, that he shouldn't; yet his arousal ached, and while it hadn't been quite a thousand years since his last release, it had been quite some time. He looked at Elisa. "Are you sure?"

Elisa grinned. "I don't think its going to be contained at this point." she said, nodding towards where his hand lay, keeping his arousal from springing free from the cover of his loincloth.

It was true, it was either sit there holding himself uncomfortably for some time or leave, neither of which ideas Brooklyn liked very much. "Where's the bathroom?" he said, rising a bit to get to his feet

"Through the bedroom." Elisa said, pointing to the closed door to their left, opposite the kitchen. "But if you want to do it here..."

"Here?" Brooklyn looked at her incredulously. "I thought, I mean..." he sputtered.

"I don't mind. And Goliath doesn't need to know." Elisa said with a bit of a smirk. "Just don't make a mess of my couch."

Brooklyn looked at her for several long moments before sinking back onto the couch cushions. He stared down at his loincloth, realizing suddenly his heart was pounding in his chest. It would be more comfortable here, and he wanted release so badly. He looked at Elisa again, and a gout of lust roared within him as his eyes fell on her female body and mocha brown skin. He imagined her watching as he reached his peak, and thought of being the first gargoyle to bare himself to her, and of besting Goliath in some small way. He smirked at that.

"You sure?" he asked, lifting his hand a bit so his maleness pressed upwards, tenting his loincloth slightly as he looked over at Elisa.

Elisa's eyes jumped to his crotch and then back to his eyes and grinned. "Yeah, knock yourself out."

Brooklyn let his hand fall away from his crotch and his maleness sprang up, pushing the blue cloth to the side where it lay useless. His cock stood upright, as red as the rest of him and curved downwards slightly and moist head just poking free of his foreskin.

"Wow..." Elisa breathed as he tugged his loincloth off to the side and out of the way and he smirked. He always prided himself in having both Lexington and Broadway beat in length if not in girth.

He wrapped one hand around his length firmly while slipping the other between his legs to cup his balls, a sigh of pleasure leaving him almost immediately as his fingers brushed against his engorged flesh. He spread his legs a bit to give his hand more room as he rolled his red orbs over his fingers as his other hand began to travel up and down his length. Eager for release, Brooklyn stared down at himself, stroking his shaft faster and faster as his chiseled abdomen heaved with breath.

Brooklyn paused and looked over at Elisa as she fidgeted on the other side of the couch. She had one leg up on the cushions with her as she leaned back into the armrest, and Brooklyn could clearly see a wetness to her jeans between her legs. She grinned at him as she undid the button on her pants and zipped them down to slip a hand inside. Brooklyn grinned back and mirrored her position on the couch so that they were facing each other from opposite ends, taking a moment to completely remove his belt and loincloth and letting it drop to the floor.

His crimson hided body completely bare to Elisa now, Brooklyn began to stroke himself slowly again as he looked over at her. Their eyes met and they smiled, and then her eyes wandered lower as his did. He lingered on her full breasts, her erect nipples pressing against her dark shirt, and then down to her slim waist and full hips. His eyes came to rest on that dark patch between her legs where her fingers worked under the fabric.

His eyes flicked back up to hers as his breath quickened and his hand moved faster over his cock; as much as Brooklyn was enjoying having Elisa's eyes drink in his maleness, he knew there would be no holding back. "Fuck..." he breathed quietly as he stroked faster, the pleasure in his cock urging him on.

He wanted to tell Elisa to take off her shirt, he wanted to see her bare breasts, to spill himself on them, anywhere on the woman in front of him, human or gargoyle, it didn't matter. He snarled savagely at the thought and he began to feel the muscles at the base of his cock flexing, carrying his seed up his length.

He growled and his eyes glowed white, and he remembered to pull his cock back towards himself just as he felt it throb hard in his hand. He choked back a roar as he felt his first spurt of cum shoot from his tip and then a splash of warmth across his neck and chest. His heart thudded in his chest as he held his hand still for just a moment, and then a moan of pleasure escaped his beak as his cock throbbed and began to spurt his pent-up load across his chest and belly.

Caught up in his pleasure he didn't care where his seed went and stroked himself rapidly, his thick white cum shooting up, seemingly several feet into the air, to land back on his belly, thighs, and hand. He looked at Elisa, a snarl stuck on his beak, as she stared at him until at last he was drained.

His head rolled back and he breathed heavily as the pleasant feeling of emptiness washed over him, and his cock satisfied with the amount of seed it had ejaculated. The white glow left his eyes and for a couple minutes he was unable to speak, only try to catch his breath as he looked down at the mess he had covered himself with.

As his breathing slowed he looked up to Elisa, who had extricated her hand from her pants and was looking back at him, and wondered is she had reached her peak as well. "I uh... I'm going to go clean up." Brooklyn said awkwardly after they had been staring at each other for several moments.

Brooklyn carefully got to his feet and hurried through the bedroom and into adjoining bathroom, trying not to trail any semen behind him. Thankfully he seemed to make it without incident and closed the door behind him and peered in the bathroom mirror. He grinned, despite having to clean it all off now, he was rather proud of the volume he had produced and from the look on her face, he was sure Elisa had never seen a male spill so much. He looked around and grabbed a cloth and began to clean himself off, washing the cloth out in the sink and ringing it out several times.

His thoughts turned to his relationship with Elisa. What they had done was just harmless fun, right? Just letting each other release some pent-up steam? Brooklyn paused and sighed, leaning against the counter-top and looking at himself in the mirror. Could Elisa want him? Did she? Would Goliath let her go, and to him? She may not be a gargoyle, but she was an amazing person, and Brooklyn felt like she had the spirit of one.

He finished cleaning himself off, trying to figure out what to say to Elisa upon his return. When he was done he realized he had left his loincloth in front of the couch and hesitated, then shrugged to himself. It wasn't like she hadn't seen everything already anyway.

Brooklyn opened the door and hesitated when he found Elisa standing on the other side in the dark, facing him. For a moment he thought she needed entrance to the restroom, but no. Her shirt lay discarded somewhere on the floor of her bedroom, leaving her torso bare save for her simple sports bra that contained her full, if not over large, chest and gave him an enticing view of her cleavage. Desire glinted in her eyes from the harsh bathroom light.

Brooklyn's now limp shaft and balls dangled in dark shadow, probably almost impossible for Elisa to see, but he saw her eyes travel down his body to his groin, and then back up, blushing. "I..."

He cut her off, stepping forward. Seeing Elisa there half naked, ogling him as she was, he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. He brushed his lips against hers, looking in her eyes as his hands reached for the clasp fastening her bra together at the front. He could smell the wine on her breath as she exhaled, her hands resting on his chest and abs. Maybe they were both drunk? He pressed his lips to hers and his eyes slid shut as his fingers found the little clasp.

Brooklyn told himself to shut the fuck up as they kissed, their tongues entwining. His fingers unhooked the clasp of her bra and pushed it off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor silently. His hands cupped her bare breasts and he felt her hands cupping his balls and gripping his length, which was already hardening without Elisa's stroking. He was erect in moments, his tip poking her belly, and he couldn't help but thrust into her soft hands, rubbing his maleness against her body.

Elisa pulled away and smiled up at him, that little warm smile that always seemed reserved for Goliath, and Brooklyn's heart soared. He wanted to hear her panting and moaning, to give her all the pleasure in the world. He grinned wide - fuck Angela, fuck Broadway and Goliath and the rest of them, he had Elisa.

His hands slid down to her rear and gripped firmly and lifted her up and crossed the several feet to the bed easily. He fumbled with the button of her jeans for a few moments in the dark, and was on the verge of ripping them off when she laughed and undid it herself. He hooked his thumbs inside her waistband and pulled her jeans down with her panties, which she kicked the rest of the way off while he lifted her up and sat her on the edge of the bed.

She laid back and hooked her legs around his waist and pulled him closer in one motion, so his hard maleness pressed against the warm skin of her groin. There he was, a gargoyle, with a human woman under him, Elisa no less, between her legs and smiling up at him; he couldn't care less if it was right or wrong because it was Elisa or because she was human and him a gargoyle. He wanted her.

With a hand he guided his red cock to her wet opening, dragging his tip over her clit before sinking into her. She gasped quietly as the head of his cock filled her passage and he slid deeper into her slowly and carefully, guessing that he might be bigger than the average human and possibly bigger than anything Elisa had experienced. He gave a pleasured sigh as she enveloped him; her tightness was unlike any gargoyle female he had experienced, and he was thankful he had already spent himself earlier or this would have been much too short an experience.

She took it well, clutching the sheets in pleasure as she was filled, until he was about three-quarters of the way within her and she asked him to stop. "Is that all of you?" she asked breathlessly, looking up at him, her face cast in shadow.

"Nope." he said, grinning with a shake of his head.

"Fuck." she breathed, laying her head back on the bed.

Brooklyn pulled back until just his head was within her and then pushed in again, careful not to go too far. Then he was panting and thrusting in and out of her, the bed squeaking slightly with their motions. She had moved her legs to rest her ankles on his shoulders, and he gripped her thighs as they moaned quietly. They were wordless and breathless as Brooklyn thrusted, his eyes roaming from where he penetrated her, to her breasts, and to her face, and back again.

The pleasure was building quickly, the tightness was too much, and Elisa seemed to be climbing with him as his long shaft pressed in and out of her. The tension in his groin grew, his cock felt as hard as steel, and he felt it throbbing within her. Suddenly Elisa gripped the sheets and moaned loudly, her back arching up as her passage spasmed around his length. The sensation around his cock was incredible, and he had to widen his stance slightly as he felt his knees weaken.

He continued thrusting after a moment, and he looked down at Elisa as he felt the muscles in his groin clenching, pushing his seed up his length. He thrusted until he felt the fluid reach his tip, and then pushed himself in until his tip was impeded by the end of her tunnel, and his eyes glowed bright white. He only just choked back a roar as what felt like an enormous amount of semen spurted from his tip and into her body, splashing forcefully against the wall at the end of her passage. Elisa shuddered and cried out in pleasure, and Brooklyn felt another spurt of cum leave him. He pulled back and gave another shuddering thrust, moaning Elisa's name as relief flowed through him and out of his cock.

He seemed to hang there for eternity, his heart pounding in his chest as he felt the spurts; one, two, three, and on and on until he was suddenly doubled over Elisa, his hands on the bed on either side of her, holding himself up while panting hard to catch his breath. She smiled up at him and caressed his beak with her soft hands and leaned up to kiss him. He kissed her back, more gentle than before, but no less passionate.

After a few moments he broke the kiss and pulled himself free from Elisa with a shiver, the head of his cock smeared white with cum, and collapsed next to her on the bed. Elisa turned on her side and he put his arm around her as she scooched closer and rested her head on his pectoral while he stroked her side idly.

"Brooklyn?" Elisa said quietly as she reach for his other taloned red hand, holding it in hers. "Would you be scared of telling the others..."

Brooklyn thought for a minute after she trailed off. He wondered if she was suggesting more for the two of them, or if it was just hypothetical, and if she would just go back to Goliath after this as if nothing happened. He decided not to think about it too much. "Not if you wanted to."

Elisa looked up at him. "Yeah?"

Brooklyn turned his head to look at her, his beak brushing against the side of her face. "Whatever it takes to fuck like that again."

Elisa grinned. "That good, huh?"

"The best." he said, giving her a little kiss on the lips. Elisa made more of the kiss however, and before long their tongues were dancing again and Brooklyn felt a hand wrap around his retreating erection. Elisa stroked him, her grip slicked with his excess semen, making him groan as his tired member was brought back to hardness. He didn't complain when Elisa straddled him, he only reached up to fondle her breasts while she aligned his maleness with her opening - after going so long without a partner having a tired dick when having sex seemed like a good problem to have.

They both moaned when he slipped inside her again. The penetration was easier this time, his cock and her pussy lubed from his previous orgasm, and she slid down to the maximum she could take with ease. She began to ride him, and he let his hands fall to her hips, choosing to let her breasts bounce with her movements and to watch them. His eyes fell to where Elisa speared herself upon him over and over and his spent white cum oozed from her to cover the bottom quarter of his red cock that she couldn't take and drool down over his crotch and drip down his thighs.

It was taking him much longer to reach orgasm, while Elisa's came with a flurry of thrusts and moans, and she was left gripping his shoulders and panting while he gripped her hips and thrusted his cock up into her over and over. At last he began to feel the muscles in his groin tighten and he panted with the effort of thrusting up into Elisa, determined to drive himself to a third climax.

With his maddened thrusting as he felt his cock throbbing, driving yet more seed up his length, his cock slipped free from Elisa's tunnel as he withdrew. He felt his shaft about to burst, it was too late now, and he ground his cock over her wet flesh and skin, thrusting until he groaned in pleasure. He felt his first spurt leave him and heard a splatter on the carpet, then another spurt and another splatter. Elisa ground her hips up and down while he came, warm white cum shooting onto her rear and across her floor.

Then they were a sweaty mess of tangled limbs, panting for breath. Elisa rolled off of him after a couple minutes, coming to rest beside him once more. "I'm going to go clean up. I'd offer to let you shower with me, but I don't think we would fit together." Elisa said, getting to her feet.

"That's alright." Brooklyn said, propping himself up on his elbows as Elisa skirted the splattering of male fluids on the floor on her way to the bathroom. He smirked to himself as he noticed streams of his cum flowing down the mocha skin of her legs.

"You'll still be here when I'm done, right?" she said with a hopeful note in her voice, turning back to look at him.

Brooklyn nodded. "I'll stay for a while." he said, though truthfully he didn't want to leave at all.

He scooted himself into a more comfortable position as Elisa started her shower and stepped in, leaning himself back against the pillows at the head of the bed. He looked down at himself and his now flaccid length, rather surprised at the mess that was there, and peaked over the edge of the bed to see what damage he had done. He had never came so much in one night in his life, which made him wonder if he had any more left in the tank.

Glancing over at the bathroom he figured that Elisa had probably had enough for the night, which left him to satisfy his own curiosity. He gathered up the semen that had leaked over his crotch and down his thighs, bringing it to tired cock. He stroked slowly, bringing his erection back to life, albeit with some soreness, but the lubrication from his cum prevented any chafing. It was a weird thing, to jerk off with your own cum as lube, but hot, and he enjoyed how his red member looked smeared with his seed as he stroked himself.

Fortunately Elisa was taking a long shower, time Brooklyn needed to build his pleasure slowly. He was just beginning to feel the teasing of a fourth orgasm when suddenly Elisa shut off the shower, and the wet sound of his stroking was much more apparent now. He didn't want to stop now after coming so far, so he just kept going and smiled at Elisa when she laughed upon stepping out of the shower and seeing him.

"Three times isn't enough?" she asked, approaching him with a towel wrapped about her and turning on a mellow bedside lamp.

He looked up at her as she laid a hand on his shoulder, not stopping his stroking. She was nude, and washed free of gargoyle cum. "Wanted to see if I had any more..." Brooklyn gasped out, still stroking determinedly slowly so as not to hurt his sore cock.

"Well let's see then." Elisa said, giving his shoulder a squeeze, and Brooklyn returned his attention to his shaft.

He climbed to his peak slowly, and groaned when he crested it. He felt his cock throb and the muscles in his body pulse as pleasure exploded within him. It felt like his shaft was desperately trying to force out another load of cum, but nothing came, and he stroked rapidly as the pleasure washed him away once more.

"Seems even gargoyles run out eventually." Elisa said when Brooklyn was left panting. "Now go get cleaned up."

Once Brooklyn felt he was able to stand he made his way to the bathroom. He eyed the shower, doubtful that he would fit with his wings, and settled for moping his red hide with a hot wet washcloth. Once clean he returned to find Elisa stretched out on the bed in pajamas with the television on, and he clicked off the bathroom light and left the TV's flickering lights as the room's only illumination. Elisa turned to look at him and patted the spot beside her expectantly.

Brooklyn smiled and joined her, nude, on the bed. He laid on his back and Elisa turned to drape an arm over him and rest her head on his chest while he propped his head up slightly on a couple pillows to watch the television. He was sure Elisa was tired, and before long she was asleep as he flipped through channels on the small box set.

He enjoyed having her there beside him and kept his arm around her, holding her to him. He was restless though, and it wasn't yet long into the night. After a while he began to think about the clan wondering where he was, if they did at all. What if Goliath came to Elisa's apartment and found him there in her bed? Even if Elisa broke things off with Goliath in favor of him, he didn't think the best way to break the news was to find his second in bed with the woman he cared for.

Carefully he slipped from under Elisa and pulled the covers over her. He turned off the television and closed the bedroom door quietly behind him before swiping up his abandoned loincloth and strapping it back onto his waist. He stepped out onto the balcony, closing the door behind him, and hopped to the railing before gliding away, eagerly anticipating the night he returned.