Bronx's Bitch Chapter 4: New Bitch
#7 of Gargoyles
Another commission from SHIPPO, who, as always, was fun to work with in developing the ideas for this chapter.
Really, it was only a matter of time before Angela ended up joining Bronx's new pack-harem. Who could resist the big, burly Beast Gargoyle? Much sexings abound among the Manhattan Clan, and much fun is had by pretty much all. Even Hudson and Goliath start to get in on the act!
Bronx's Bitch
Chapter 4: New Bitch
By Gideon Kalve Jarvis
Commissioned by SHIPPO
Author's Note: All characters portrayed are copyright © Disney. The author makes no profit from this work.
For the first time that night, Angela thought about how exactly she ended up in her present situation. Though Gargoyles weren't as stuck on monogamy as humans seemed to be, all the same, she was more-or-less dedicated to Broadway. And why not? He was dependable, loyal, gentle, and a good soul, someone on whom she could always rely. Of course, it also didn't hurt that he was hung like an ox...
...almost as well-endowed as Bronx. Only a little better-endowed than Brooklyn.
Of course, Broadway wasn't there right now. Right now, when Angela needed him the most.
Everyone else was out right then, even Hudson, on one of his rare night jaunts. Lexington's skinny butt had even been given a break by his four-legged master, and he'd headed out to do the nightly rounds, ensuring the safety of the city. Though she'd never considered such things before, now Angela finally wondered why she and the other Gargoyles (with the obvious exception of Bronx) always wore such skimpy clothing. For flight purposes, it made sense, giving their bodies full freedom of movement, but surely something like a bikini would be more covering, considering the number of aerial maneuvers they regularly made. Ah well, at least the view was likely to make some of the citizens of New York happy.
Right then, though, Angela was very happy indeed. Seated on a stone parapet of Castle Wyvern, her loincloth and halter long since discarded, Angela's body was tense, her knees tucked up right beneath her modest breasts, legs splayed as she watched Brooklyn's muzzle press tightly against her puffy purple sex. Raising a hand to her mouth, covering it to keep herself from crying out too loudly as Brooklyn's astonishingly agile lips caught her clitoris, sucking on it until her toes arched upward from the hard stone, then clutched downward suddenly, sinking deep into its already much-abused surface, Angela marveled at how easily she'd been seduced by the red-skinned male...and by how eagerly she'd been waiting for this!
With Demona a prisoner in the castle dungeon, and Hudson deciding to go out, someone had been needed to stay and guard the place; while he was an excellent guard, Bronx simply didn't have the vocal cords needed for calling for help - one of the principal skills needed for someone intending to handle the really big problems. Bronx had been rather insistent that at least one of his "bitches" remain behind, and since it was Lexington's night off - at long last! - Brooklyn had gotten the job. Angela hadn't needed to volunteer, of course, but...well...she wanted to. Wanted to be alone with Brooklyn, at least for a little while. Wanted to have a talk with him about...many things.
Since Bronx was busy patrolling downstairs, Angela and Brooklyn were up on the ramparts, Brooklyn perched on the edge, Angela standing, both looking out over the city lights at night. She'd been nervous, uncertain of where to begin, or how, but it was Brooklyn who'd started the conversation, talking about the very thing Angela wanted to know about most: her mother. The red-skinned Gargoyle had somehow known that she wanted to ask about the prisoner in their dungeon, the one who every night was broken down just a little bit more; made to submit to Bronx's stallion-sized erection; made into a true slave-bitch.
Without admitting what was taking place in the dungeons - what Bronx was likely doing to Demona right that moment! - Brooklyn told Angela how he'd first gotten to really know Demona: how she'd seduced him in the Cloisters, first addressing his fears, his concerns, making him question the rightness of his cause, before baring her body to him, then peeling off the unresisting male's loincloth. The blue-skinned Gargoyle was more powerful in personality as well as beauty than Brooklyn could resist at that time, and all he could do was watch as Demona took his uncut erection into her mouth, then right to the hilt, her hands gripping his toned red rump like a vise as she arched her head this way and that. She was hungry for his cock...no...she was ravenous! Just watching the raw, feral savagery in her eyes as she rapidly bobbed her head, not bothering to draw the moment out in her eagerness, was enough to set Brooklyn on-edge. Then, when she slipped a finger beneath his tail, stroking with delicate precision over his prostate, Brooklyn's resolve failed him utterly, and he flooded Demona's mouth with his cum, giving up all his reservations about her at the same moment: at that instant, he would have killed for her, and counted himself happy for the opportunity.
Utterly in Demona's thrall, Brooklyn allowed her to guide his beaklike muzzle to her puffy blue sex as she lounged casually back on one of the stone slabs littering the Cloisters. Every word of instruction she gave him, he obeyed, the secrets of how to please a woman burning themselves into his eager young brain. She'd been eager, but so was he, but eager to please her, rather than himself, unlike Demona's inherently selfish lust after his body. According to Demona, his tongue was longer than Goliath's, and had such exquisite potential, potential that she intended to awaken. Soon even Demona, experienced vamp that she was, was squirming on the slab, back and hips bucking upward, claws gouging long lines in the stone beneath her, as Brooklyn showed how fast a learner he could be, his tongue wriggling into her uttermost depths while his muzzle formed a tight seal around her entrance, her clitoris rasping against the inner surface of his upper jaw every time he bucked his head for additional purchase, or she bucked her hips for additional stimulation.
No wonder Brooklyn was rock-hard mere minutes after starting to orally service Demona! Not only was she sizzling hot, Brooklyn was the Gargoyle equivalent of a horny teenager then, full of powerful hormones that flooded his almost-developed body. Finding his penis hard with his tail, Demona encircled Brooklyn's member, squeezing him firmly, then used his prick like a leash, guiding him up, making him lift his muzzle...then climb over her, covering her as her tail slotted his erection into position.
Looking down right at the moment Demona's talons went to his taut, toned buns, pulling him down between her wide-splayed legs, Brooklyn watched with awe as his cockhead plunged past Demona's labia, spreading them wide, before the rest of his aching shaft followed, until his heavy balls slapped against her tightly-muscled blue bottom. Red-on-blue, he rutted her, letting her set the pace, using her hands to guide him, pressing on his back or bum when she wanted him to speed up, caressing his chest and stomach when he was to slow down. All the while Brooklyn's shaft pistoned in and out of Demona's tight-clenching sex, she whispered in his ears, words of instruction, of guidance, of praise...and suddenly, he hit just the right spot within her, somewhere secret and special, and then Demona didn't use words at all. Her moans and animal snarls drove him wild! Answering her enthusiasm in kind, he pounded down into her, just as hard as she was bucking up into him, orgasm shattering his mind as he cried out, only to have his voice cut off when Demona sank her teeth into his neck! The sharp prick of pain from those dagger fangs just heightened Brooklyn's pleasure, his hips going into a frantic overdrive as he hammered Demona against the stone beneath them until it began to crack with the force of their ecstatic frenzy!
It was true that Angela had wanted honest talk about her mother. She'd wanted to know what sort of person Demona really was, rather than just a prisoner in the dungeon, Bronx's slut, as she'd seen Demona for the last several nights, when she was sure nobody knew she was watching...watching, and more, her fingers unable to resist finding their way to her most intimate places, the only sign of her presence the slick juices she left on the flagstones when she left her vantage point on the dungeon stairs. Brooklyn was so graphic in his descriptions, though! So thorough, so honest...and he shared his feelings as well, not holding anything back. How he'd been completely, utterly taken by Demona, turned to her side, a willing slave to her will. His descriptions of their many sex acts wasn't merely a recounting of how he'd lost his virginity. Instead, the account was his way of sharing what he'd felt, and how Demona had affected him. She was powerful, dominant, a goddess in his eyes at that moment. Even when she'd coaxed him into rimming her tailhole, preparing it carefully before she'd allowed him to claim her anally, on all-fours like wild beasts, this wasn't an act of degradation - for him, it was worship!
And then...she'd betrayed him. Betrayed them all. Tried to steal Goliath's mind using her command of magic, and used Brooklyn to get close to the Gargoyle leader to accomplish her deed.
With the close of the account, Angela had indeed started to see the layers of her mother, complicated and intricate. Demona wasn't someone that was easily classified, that much she could tell right away. What the account also accomplished, however...was to get Angela very wet indeed...and very curious to see if Brooklyn could demonstrate to her what he'd learned from her mother.
He could, and did, gladly - eagerly! From almost before she'd had time to doff her halter and loincloth, Brooklyn's muzzle was everywhere! Kissing her neck as he helped her undo her belt, feeling so self-conscious without her halter top around a male who wasn't the one to whom she'd more-or-less pledged herself. Running his long, slippery tongue over and around her breasts, entwining them, squeezing them like one of those tentacle beasts in the naughty Japanese cartoons Lexington sometimes watched. Licking his way down her belly as she lowered herself to the parapet, letting him spread her legs with his strong hands as he zeroed in on the yielding pink slit that stood out so clearly against her purple skin. And when he first penetrated her with that wonderful tongue of his, it was hardly any surprise that Angela screamed!
That had been many long minutes ago, however. Now, tail lashing, talons gouging the stone beneath her as her hips bucked, Angela was breathless, her heart pounding, her mind reeling with the pleasure spiking through her body, going off like fireworks somewhere deep inside her, in a place she'd never even known existed. Broadway was a wonderful, considerate lover, but even he'd never set her off like this! And when Brooklyn had the temerity to actually tease one of his clawtips into Angela's tailhole...her vision swam, going out of focus, then burst into flashes of white light as he touched a spot within her with that questing finger, a spot connected to her tail, causing an experience that was quite literally beyond anything a human could even hope to understand, lacking the parts to make it possible.
So caught up in their loveplay were the two young Gargoyles, that neither of them noticed the tread of broad, heavy paws. Neither of them noticed, that is, until they both heard a soft, warning growl from the stairs leading down from the parapet. Jerking his head away from Angela, his tongue making an audible 'pop' as it splattered a small torrent of her juices onto the stone beneath the purple-skinned beauty, making her shudder all over at the sudden exit, Brooklyn turned his head to look at his master, the Beast Gargoyle Bronx. At first the red-skinned Gargoyle started to rise from his knees, from the all-fours position he'd adopted to better press his tongue into Angela's innermost depths, but he instantly stopped at another growl from the blue-skinned Beast Gargoyle.
"Aw no," Brooklyn protested, shaking his head, disbelief written on his features. "No. Please, Bronx, I got you a new bitch. Wasn't that enough? You've got Lexington for when you want a male, and Demona now for anytime you could possibly want a female. Can't you let me be free of my obligation? Isn't what you've already got enough for you?"
Stepping forward, taking his time, Bronx uttered a series of low growling murmurs, almost forming words with the bestial syllables. They weren't words, of course, but they were close enough for Brooklyn to understand their meaning quite clearly indeed: no, it wasn't enough. Brooklyn was Bronx's bitch, just like his other two bitches. And now he needed to properly learn his place!
Hardly daring to breathe, Angela's eyes were huge as she watched Brooklyn's white-maned head slump in submission, then snap upward, eyes bulging in shock as Bronx surged forward with a final lunge, closing the short gap between him and the red-skinned male's gorgeous rump (which, Angela had to admit, was incredibly sexy - she could hardly blame Bronx's interest!), his stocky, powerfully-muscled body smoothly covering Brooklyn's with a movement that was well-practiced. A heavy paw went to the back of Brooklyn's head, pushing his cheek down to the flagstones, Bronx giving a short, commanding bark whose meaning was obvious even to Angela: you're mine!
Heart racing, Angela saw Bronx's hips starting to thrust, short and fast, and dared to lower her head slightly, licking her dry lips as she saw what she'd been looking for: Bronx's cock. It wasn't a pretty thing by any means. Brooklyn's penis was artistic, statuesque even, and she'd found herself watering at the mouth at the thought of tasting it. Broadway's penis was big, a thick, businesslike piece of meat intended for a very specific purpose, a purpose that it fulfilled very well indeed, but even his member had a certain art to it, like a well-made tool. But Bronx's cock - and calling it a "cock" seemed the only really proper term - was a brutal thing, a thing out of a savage world of primal instinct and savage need. Dark purple in the city lights shining up from below, swollen and bulbous, lined with prominent veins up and down its length, from fat tip, to slimmer middle, to obscenely engorged base, Angela found that she couldn't take her eyes off the thing.
Right before her eyes, even as Angela almost unconsciously sank to all-fours, facing Brooklyn, to better see the action, Bronx pushed his hips upward, squeezing his cock against Brooklyn's from beneath, pressing the red Gargoyle's shaft firmly against his cobblestoned tummy. Shivering as Bronx humped against him, stimulating him at the same time, Brooklyn didn't resist, didn't dare to even move. The Clan owed much to Bronx, and Brooklyn didn't dare go against the wishes of his Clan leader...or those of his master.
"Ah," breathed Brooklyn as Bronx pulled his hips back, bumping his bucking prick against Brooklyn's balls for an instant. "Br-Bronx...wait! Can't we-?"
THRUST!
"AAAAIIIIIIEEEEEEE!"
Bronx was through with waiting!
Snarling loudly, baring his powerful fangs, the mighty Beast Gargoyle buried his bone right to the hilt in Brooklyn's nice, _tight_bitch hole - just where Bronx knew he belonged. Grunting deep in his throat at how hot and tight his property was, just as he should be, Bronx grit his jaws, fighting his instincts just a little bit. After all, for all his uppity ways, Brooklyn had submitted readily enough when put to the test. His master felt like being generous.
Working his hips nice and slow, Bronx ground against Brooklyn's upturned buns, the red Gargoyle's tail dangling limply to the side, just as Brooklyn's tongue dangled limply from his open mouth as he struggled to breathe: Bronx was just so darn big! Despite all his efforts to relax and take it more easily, Brooklyn couldn't keep himself from clenching his rump, bearing down hard on the rigid male pole stuck almost to the knot in his aching tailhole. Also despite himself, Brooklyn was astonished to discover that his own cock had lost none of its hardness. If anything, he was leaking even more precum than before, spurting jets of white cream onto the flagstones beneath his hands and knees every time Bronx's knot stretched his tailhole just that much more with each slow, surprisingly gentle gyration of the big Beast's hips.
Pleasant as it was to savor the way Brooklyn's tailring quivered and clenched around his throbbing shaft, Bronx soon found himself growing bored with being gentle. No, he was done with kindness for his bitch, now that he'd had a chance to be stretched a little, to prepare himself for what was surely to come. Now was the time to show this little bitch his place, and make sure he never forgot the lesson! This determination foremost in the Beast Gargoyle's brain, Bronx pulled back his hips, letting them roll like the pendulum of a clock, then tensed his solidly-muscled rump, his stubby tail sticking almost straight out from his rear end. That stub tail suddenly jerked up, then, as Bronx slammed forward, a loud _slap_filling the air, only moments before Brooklyn cried out again, his mouth and eyes wide as his talons gouged the stone beneath him, his whole body trembling with the force of impact.
Angela couldn't believe what she was seeing! Right before her eyes, Bronx was plowing Brooklyn, pounding him brutally, the Beast Gargoyle's hips a blue blur as he humped the red-skinned Gargoyle boy with all his might. She could hardly breathe, so close to the center of action, could hardly think. Without conscious thought, the naked, purple-skinned she-goyle felt her hands roaming her body, stroking her belly, cupping her breasts, sharp clawtips pinching her nipples until the pain almost brought her out of her dazed stupor. Going fully to all-fours herself once again, her face only a short distance from Brooklyn's, but slightly lower, Angela looked up to see Bronx's heavy balls swinging, forward and back, heavy, potent things, filled to the brim with the promise of what they carried, pure proof of Bronx's masculine dominance. And that cock! It was huge! How could Brooklyn even handle such a thing and survive!? The question baffled Angela, but all the same she couldn't tear her eyes away from where Bronx's thick, veiny male meat hammered Brooklyn's bottom, its girth stretching his tailhole so far, it became a perfectly smooth, tightly-stretched "O."
Spatters of Brooklyn's precum splashed against Angela's face, half-waking her from her arousal-drunk daze, and she realized with a start that her fingers had been sawing feverishly at her sopping wet quim, not even trying to be gentle as she curled her fingertips down and in, over the slightly rough little spot Brooklyn had been so kind to locate for her with his tongue. Her ears were filled with Bronx's bestial growls, and with the slap of his hips against Brooklyn's bottom, as well as with Brooklyn's slutty moans...and with her own, just as loud...and just as slutty.
Pulling back, diddling her clitty as she bared her fangs, Angela lifted her face just as Brooklyn raised his, her eyes catching sight of Bronx's knot as he gave an especially violent thrust of his hips...and then popped inside Brooklyn's tailhole! At the moment Bronx's hips went into overdrive, humping Brooklyn short and fast, throatily grunting and growling and even snapping at the air, Angela's lips met Brooklyn's, and she kissed him with all the ferocity of her mother as she came, muffling her own moan of orgasm against Brooklyn's lips! So caught up was she with her peaking pleasure that Angela almost missed the feeling of Brooklyn's cum splashing against her upthrust breasts, hosing her down with white even as his belly started to bulge with the sheer immensity of Bronx's copious load.
Groaning softly, pitifully as she broke the kiss with Brooklyn, Angela sank to the floor, panting hard, heart-shaped purple bum thrust upward, the dimples to either side of her long, sinuous tail clearly visible as its tip flicked from side to side. Looking up, cheeks flushed, eyes heavy-lidded, Angela saw Brooklyn's tummy, more rounded than before. Much more rounded - he looked like he was three months pregnant! Without thinking, Angela somehow managed to pull herself forward just that little bit more, lifting her head, her lips parting as she smoothly took Brooklyn's penis into her mouth, moaning happily as she began to suckle on that smooth red shaft, feeling its heat against her tongue.
What a sight Angela had to present right then! Bare, bald pussy presented like she was a bitch in heat herself, while sucking on the cock of a male bitch - Angela knew she had to look like a true slut...and the thought only aroused her even more. Bronx had dismounted from Brooklyn, turning to go rump-to-rump with the other male, and now glanced down at Angela, hungrily bobbing her head as she coaxed Bronx's current bitch back to hardness once more. He caught her eyes, his own softly-glowing orbs boring into hers, mesmerizing her. She could almost hear his thoughts, his desires, and most of all, the question, spoken loudly even without a single word being vocalized: do you want this?
A hard tug, and a whimper from Brooklyn, and Bronx was free, cum gushing in a torrent from the red-skinned Gargoyle boy's bottom. Some of it dribbled down his belly, to Angela's face, and she couldn't hold back her moan at the touch and the smell of the musky, potent stuff. Without prompting, Angela's tail arched up high, over her back, baring everything, from puffy purple pussy to tense violet rosebud. She didn't see Bronx stalking around Brooklyn, but she soon felt him, as his steaming hot breath sizzled over her bald cunny and exposed tailhole, scenting her, taking in the heady aroma of a bitch in heat.
What more complete answer could Angela give than that?
As needy as Angela right then, Bronx nevertheless held himself back, if only for a little while longer: he wanted to taste his new bitch, to savor his newest prize to the fullest. Squeezing his muzzle tightly against Angela's purple quim, already soaked through from both her orgasm at Brooklyn's tongue, and the one from her own fingers, Bronx slurped greedily on the she-goyle's syrupy sex, tilting his head up, then down, his neck muscles straining as he delved into her forcefully, curling his tongue like a scoop to better catch every taste dollop of squirting girljism as Angela cried out breathlessly to the night sky. Then, impatient now to get everything, the blue Gargoyle Beast growled deep in his throat as he mashed his face against her juicy lower lips, engulfing Angela's cunny as he began to gnaw on her, toothlessly chewing the young Gargoyle's gushing gash until her voice failed her completely, her eyes almost closed as she tried to catch her breath, only to have it stolen with the next greedy slurp over her aching clitoris.
Baring his fangs as he pulled his muzzle back, jaws glistening with Angela's juices, Bronx allowed himself a final taste of the air of his prize bitch's succulent scent...then leapt up, his forelegs wrapping around the purple gar-girl's hips, gripping her tightly, holding her very firmly in place. All this time, even in the throes of so many orgasms, she'd lost count, Angela had been anticipating this moment, waiting for Bronx to lay claim to her properly. Now the moment was upon her, and with a single thrust, his raging erection found its target, and popped inside, slamming home right up to the hilt, where his swiftly-bubbling knot was already starting to swell once more.
Bronx's cock felt _better_than Angela could have ever imagined! The alien shape of his prick was strange, but that strangeness only heightened the experience, driving her upward, to new levels of pleasure that she'd never even guessed could exist. And those pumping hips, that swiftly-shafting cock...the Gargoyle Beast was a brutal blue machine! He just didn't stop! Hips slapping Angela's bum, she felt her smooth flesh starting to darken with redness, felt each little ripple that his powerful thrusts sent trembling through her entire body like stones in a still pond. Her streamlined, upthrust breasts bounced, forward and back, with each rapidfire thrust, dark purple, nearly black nipples glistening with droplets of pleasuresweat as her entire body was bathed in a glistening sheen.
Unable to keep silent, Angela's panting mouth gave out loud, eager moans, feeling herself dominated utterly by her new master, her body giving itself up to the pleasure that her complete submission brought. Her eyes fell on Brooklyn, lying on his side, panting, tongue lolling out on the flagstones, his belly still distended from the cumflood of his master. The same way her own mother's belly had been distended by Bronx's torrent of hot Beast jizz. The same way Lexington's had been stretched right to capacity, making the skinny green Gargoyle look like an overinflated balloon. It was a premonition of things to come, Angela realized, and wondered with a sudden start if Beast Gargoyles could get two-legged ones pregnant.
The thought caught hold in Angela's heart, and suddenly she screamed, her eyes turning red as she raised her head high, wailing like a banshee as she came...and came...and came again, her whole world reeling, her senses spinning in a maelstrom of flashing light and sound and pleasure unlike anything she'd ever dreamed she could endure before. Bronx's deep-throated grunt sounded loud in Angela's ear, and she screamed again as she felt his mighty knot plow into her, locking them together, pulling his hips closer to her, tighter as the Beast Gargoyle's powerful flanks tensed, hunching like the crack of a machinegun, blurring until their speed couldn't be followed by human eyes. Back arching, Angela howled like a wild wolf to the full moon above, her breasts glistening in its silver light as she was rutted, dominated, made to serve...and admitted fully to herself how _right_it felt!
If only Broadway would understand...and forgive her for accepting her new place alongside Lexington, and Brooklyn, and Demona...as Bronx's bitch.
Little could Angela know, but Broadway had already forgiven her. Toeclaws dug into the stone of an upper parapet, the rotundly muscular male was breathing hard, his eyes focused on Angela's face in the throes of orgasm, his huge talon pumping his rigid, uncut erection with a pace almost as frantic as the one with which Bronx was pounding his mate. Great dollops of precum dripped from the tip of Broadway's cock, each one glistening like a star as it fell to the flagstones far below, caught and reflected in the bright moonlight. He would work out the details of "ownership" of Angela with Bronx later, for they both now had an equal claim to her by the traditions of the Clan. Not that he minded sharing, truth be told.
"At least it's not with Broolyn," Broadway grunted softly, before his jaw tensed, his musclegut rippling as his balls tightened, and his hips arched forward, gouts of potent cum splattering to the stone below as Bronx's howl of orgasm echoed Angela's own.
Little could any of the young Gargoyles know (though Bronx likely did, with as much time as he spent around Hudson, though even if he did, he likely didn't care), none of them were unwatched at that moment. In a lower room of Castle Wyvern, accessed by a conveniently-placed upper window, a widescreen television, a recent gift from Xanatos in his many efforts to please his erstwhile houseguests, pumped out the sounds of Angela's and Bronx's shared orgasms, a scene that took center-screen, while Brooklyn moaned nearby in a corner of the screen, erection returned from watching the hot scene, despite his cumbelly, and another corner showed Broadway's magnificent, almost equine-sized shaft pulsing, equally sizable balls visibly throbbing as he sent burst after burst of thick white seed gushing from his glans like the spray from a firehose.
Lying on her side, her marble smooth blue skin coated quite thoroughly in white, Demona watched the television screen, her eyes just barely open. Her naked skin still felt as though it would start steaming at any moment, she was so pleasure-sensitive in the throes of her afterglow, little shocks of orgasm still sending tremors across her supple, eternally-youthful skin, making her long jacklegs kick every so often against the chains that still held her fast. After all, Goliath might still love her, but neither he nor Hudson trusted Demona, not for one instant, and though she hadn't been an unwilling participant in their eager, lust-fueled spitroasting, they knew perfectly well how devious she could be once her carnal needs had been properly satiated.
Partially blocking Demona's view of the widescreen, Lexington presently occupied the same position Demona had filled only a short while before. New York was fairly quiet for once, after all, and the local thugs had learned to keep their activities subdued after the Gargoyles became more widely known. A few thwarted muggings and a rape attempt stopped later, and Goliath and Hudson were back at Castle Wyvern, enjoying some "quality time" with each other...and with Bronx's bitches - shared property with all leaders of the Clan, after all, as Demona well knew. She had, of course, been the leader of the Clan herself in days long past, and had enjoyed the privilege of savoring the submission of a Beast Gargoyle's well-trained bitch many times to sate her own inner fires. Another gar-girl might have cursed fate for leaving her there, prisoner of her enemies, leaking their cum from slack mouth and gaped tailhole and devastated pussy - they'd shared all three of her holes at the same time! Not Demona, though: she recognized karma when she experienced it, and knew better than to complain. Better to relax and enjoy the show.
And what a show it was! Besides the view of Bronx turning to press his rump against Angela's on the widescreen, there was the heady sight of Lexington squirming between the rock-hard erections of the colossal clan leaders, former and present. For a moment Demona wondered if Goliath allowed Bronx to claim so many bitches - most of his present Clan - because of the liberties it allowed him and Hudson to take with those serving beneath the Gargoyle Beast. Perhaps this was the case...but Demona dismissed it as irrelevant when she saw Lexington eagerly gripping Goliath's tight-muscled buns with his sharp little talons, his big eyes looking up into the face of his Clan leader with such an eager-to-please expression as he deep-throated the big male, happily choking himself on purple prick with every slow thrust of Goliath's mighty hips. Behind Lexington, Hudson grinned at the green gar-boy's eagerness, and the way his tail curled around to squeeze the hefty older male's rump. Not that this stopped Hudson from roughly mauling the smaller, younger male's taut little buns in his large hands, of course - if anything, it encouraged him further! - while his king-sized cock pumped in and out of the stretchy gar-boi's tailhole, a sight Hudson couldn't help but look down to admire. Almost as much as he enjoyed feeling the bulge of his own cock outlined through Lexington's tummy with every powerful, bottom-stuffing thrust!
"The lad's certainly eager," chuckled Hudson, giving Lexington's delightfully small, snug bottom a playful smack, making the green-skinned male's cock bob, squirting another gob of precum onto the floor. "He's even tighter than you were, Goliath, back in the day." He grinned at the flush this brought to the normally stoic Gargoyle leader's face, then gripped the base of Lexington's tail, tugging it upward, which served to make the younger male whine around his hefty mouthful of thick purple penis as the tugging brought him additional stimulation. "You shoulda seen your mighty leader then, lad! Hardly more'n a hatchling, just a little younger than yourself, and coming to me for guidance and advice and training. I'd already sighted your Clan leader for his potential, and took a personal interest in helping him develop his full growth."
Ears burning as he pictured Goliath as an adolescent, skinny and still developing, Lexington eagerly listened to Hudson's description of how Goliath got his tail-cherry popped. It was after a battle, Goliath's first siege, and they were all flushed with the thrill of adrenaline, a heady brew that Lexington knew could leave anyone with a throbbing hard-on - Gargoyles, after all, were made for battle, and made to take pleasure in it, even more than the most thrill-seeking of human. The human defenders of Castle Wyvern were celebrating their victory as well, and left out a more than copious amount of potent mead, sweet and light, but with a potency that snuck up on you. Hudson had quietly claimed a portion for himself, and had been drinking it alone, until Goliath arrived (though this was, of course, before he'd earned the name from the humans they protected). They'd fallen to talking, for Goliath was still excited after the victory, and wanted to review events while they were still fresh. One thing led to another, and one drink led to another, and before too terribly long, they were both tumbling out of their clothes in the upper loft of a nearby hay barn.
Hardly Hudson's first hayride, he'd been the one to initiate things with the self-conscious Goliath. Truthfully, he doubted his purple-skinned protégé would have had the courage to take part in anything salacious in the first place, if it wasn't for the mead loosening his inhibitions a bit. In moments, he'd shucked the younger male's loincloth, and started sucking the gar-boy's balls, at the same time caressing and squeezing and kneading his buns much like he was doing to Lexington at that moment. Young Goliath could only watch, awestruck, as Hudson engulfed his still-growing organ right up to the hilt, though that wasn't to say it was as easy as it looked! After all, even at that young age, Goliath was very well-endowed. At the first taste of smooth, boyish cock, Hudson always found that he lost himself a little bit - he had such a love for younger males - and started bobbing his head, not bothering to hold himself back, to draw things out. There'd be plenty of time for that later - right then, he wanted Goliath's cum! Moments later, he got just what he wanted, Goliath's hands gripping his long hair as the younger male moaned in a voice far more high-pitched than it was now. And what a load! There was so much of it!
Wobbly-legged after the rush of pleasure that had engulfed him, it wasn't hard at all for Goliath to be turned around by Hudson's gentle hands. Turned, and guided to bend over a nearby hay bale, looking back nervously at his then-Clan leader while Hudson took his time to squeeze and caress the boy's firm, muscular bottom. Nervousness soon fled, however, when Hudson bent in, and started teasing his tongue against the snug purple bud of Goliath's tailhole, and when he slid his first finger into that spit-slicked entrance, Goliath was once again at full, straining erection. Another finger, and then a third, and a little bit of a twist (and as he described his actions, Hudson gyrated his hips just so, making Lexington's senses reel as the older male demonstrated what his far greater experience could really do), and Goliath was panting and needy, like a mare in need of a proper servicing. Servicing Hudson was only too happy to provide.
Rising up behind Goliath, one hand on the lad's bum, the other holding his throbbing fleshspear steady, Hudson grit his teeth as he set the bulbous head of his prick against Goliath's tailhole...and then watched, his whole body alive with arousal, as that tense ring parted, nice and slow, to allow Hudson entry. Sinking himself forward, until his balls were squeezed against Goliath's, Hudson praised the boy, told him how well he was doing...and also praised the amount of spooge he produced when, unable to control himself, he came again, right as Hudson started to pull back!
Goliath didn't have much opportunity to get fully softened, though, as Hudson soon built up to a nice, steady pace, the loft filling with the slapping sounds of flesh-on-flesh, and the soft, panting breaths of two males, one young, the other far older, taking pleasure in each other. It was Goliath who, suddenly emboldened, pressed down on the bale beneath him, and turned himself over, lifting his legs high, allowing Hudson to grip the younger male's ankles. In this new position, they were able to look at each other, see each other's faces...and kiss each other, like proper warriors sharing the intimacy that could only come from fighting side-by-side, or in the throes of mating passion. They were still kissing when Hudson came at last, Goliath joining him with his third orgasm, the moment soft this time, rather than purely explosive, a time of gentle warmth that soon spread into a pleasant, warming afterglow. Hudson was only glad that they weren't found sometime during the day, for they were still in that position when the dawn broke, still moving against each other, slowly, gently, savoring every sensation that came, new and familiar alike.
Smiling to herself as she watched and listened, Demona decided that there were certainly worse fates that she could have suffered. In ages past, in the course of pursuing her various schemes, she'd served for a time as a naked pleasure slave at the feet of a conquering barbarian king, and later in the harem of a sultan, dressed in silks so filmy, they were worse than being naked. She'd even once allowed a human poetess to lead her about on a leash, displaying her bare blue booty at the scandalous clubs of that time period, and regularly allowing herself to be shared by males and females alike, all just to steal a tome of magical lore that the old fraud, Aleister Crowley, had somehow managed to acquire (perhaps the only book of real magic that egomaniac ever owned). At least this time she was able to call other Gargoyles her masters - and ones she knew and, in her heart of hearts, still loved.
Though it was not common knowledge, even to the other Gargoyles, wherever Demona went, naturally, _others_almost always followed, watching her activities with an avid interest. Far too caught up in the fun they were having, none of the Gargoyles in Hudson and Bronx's television viewing room noticed the soft glow of a nearby mirror, or the pair of impish eyes that peeked out when their owner was sure nobody would notice.
"Oh fun, fun, fun!" giggled Puck playfully.