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This vignette was written for Bluetippedwolf as part of my themed Patreon request day for October 2019. Today's theme was "Things that go hump in the night" and the story contains M/M sex between consenting adults.

What Time They Have

As the last rays of sunlight disappeared over the horizon and cast the old, gothic manor into darkness, something stirred upon the roof. Not a bird. Not a wind-vane or flag or any other aspect of the building's architecture which should have possessed any mobility. But still, a part of the building nonetheless. Something which countless photos had recorded as part of its creepy charm since it was constructed close to five hundred years prior, even though no records of their specific construction or who was responsible for their fine craftsmanship existed.

The truth was, of course, that the two gargoyles who stood perched on the north-east and south-west corners of the building were not a part of the structural design of the property. They had been placed there, conjured there, by the first occupant of the house; a warlock by the name of Stanley Jacob Goldenrod. Created as a defensive measure against other dark magic users who might seek to usurp his power, and the wealth which his family had built up over seven generations of using dark and powerful magic to manipulate their way through society's mystic underbelly. They had been charged with protecting his family until its last scion abandoned Goldenrod manor over three centuries prior, and since then... since then they had both been free, and yet still trapped, bound in service by the very nature of their creation, for all but one day a year.

It was the last day of October, the last night of the month, and as in the village beyond the manor children went about trick-or-treating under their parents' watchful eyes, none paid any heed to two normally still, silent figures beginning to shift and stretch upon the manor roof as stone turned to flesh, and still mid-transformation they dragged their heavy, stone bodies across a flat section of roof already laden with scratch-marks from their prior years' motion, to reunite for the first and only opportunity they were given each year.

Over the course of three hundred years, the two gargoyles had grown accustomed to their yearly brush with freedom. At first, they hadn't known how to handle the lack of purpose. For several decades they had just stood at their positions anyway, live or not, until morning came and froze them back into stone once more. After that, there had come a period where they had sought true freedom, striking out together away from the manor only to find themselves returned by magic to the rooftop as the first rays of sunlight struck the manor, freezing them back into stone all over again no matter what they tried. Only after that, more than fifty years after their first night awakened together, had they sat and talked. Spent the night getting to know one another, sharing what hopes, dreams and desires they had spent the last few decades imagining during their brief brushes with life. And from that point onward they had grown steadily closer, more intimately involved, until just over two centuries ago they had embarked upon what was now an all but unchanged yearly tradition. The best possible usage of their single night together, spent in a way that made waiting a year between such nights still entirely worth it.

With their wings tucked in behind themselves, trembling hands of a blueish grey reached out and touched one another's beaked, almost pteradactyl-like faces. Tilting their heads to one side, the two gargoyles kissed as they finally met upon the centre of the flattened section of roof and the last vestiges of carved rock changed entirely to living though still rough, stone-textured flesh. They hissed and moaned through one another's beaks and tongues as they made out while their hands ran over one another's lean, beautifully carved torsos, hurriedly making their way down between their legs, where anatomy normally frozen at rest in stone was now making full use of its more malleable nature, and swelling rapidly with excitement.

The two gargoyles possessed no names, nor had they had enough contact with the outside world to recognise the importance of a specific vocal identifier for themselves or one another, but as they moaned to each other with the first tender touches of one another's stiffening erections, those breathless, joyous sounds were so familiar, and shared so exclusively with one another that they might as well have been calling one another by name. The sound of those moans made their bodies quake, and pushed their already intense desire to new heights as they kept on kissing while their taloned feet curled their toes and scratched more shallow but visible trails in the stone roof beneath them. Clawed fingers closed around their straining cocks, and their bodies leaned more intimately against one another as through their moaning and making out the two gargoyles began to take advantage of their ability to move and to feel in the only way that made any sense for them now.

Within minutes, the two formerly stone figures tumbled to the rooftop in a heap, hissing, growling, laughing and moaning as they finally let their panting beaks part and wrapped their arms around one another instead of trying to masturbate each other manually. Their eyes bulged, and they groaned blissfully as they pressed their hips together and began to rub their cocks back and forth against the other gargoyle's own. Playfully, tenderly they spread their wings and wrapped them around one another until it was as though they were writhing around in bliss beneath the covers of a bed, hidden away from the world in the darkness with one another's moaning, panting and blissful grunting to urge them on until next they were able to see the passion in one another's sharp eyes.

Fingers scratched at jagged, stone-hued flesh harmlessly but with delicious intensity, and legs entwined as long, thin, whip-like tails with forked tips thrashed back and forth amidst the gargoyles' humping. Fresh kisses were shared between more uncontrolled rubbing of beak against beak, nuzzling and gasping to one another in elation while their hips continued to rock and pushed them to greater heights of pleasure. Their cries echoed out across the rooftop, to the beautiful open sky of glimmering stars above, and as the first streaks of hot, rich white cum painted their grey-blue flesh across each gargoyle's belly, more and more of that bountiful seed dribbling across one another's throbbing cocks as they huffed and gasped in the throes of their first orgasms in a year, the two magical beings hissed and whimpered their eternal, unyielding adoration for one another.

They knew they only had a painfully limited time together, from now until the sun rose the next morning, but thankfully for the two gargoyles there was one aspect of their magically imbued anatomy which made that brief period of freedom a little more bearable. They gasped and moaned as even in the wake of their orgasms, even when their cocks ceased spurting and twitching with quite the same potent, pleasurable urgency, their bodies remained in motion. They kept humping, grinding, moaning and touching one another without pause or any over-sensitivity, any need for respite or a refractory period. Indeed without a word, without any need for discussion or anything more than a pleading, mutually desperate and giddy look shared between them, one gargoyle shifted position atop the other until within moments his erection was resting against the pucker of his beloved companion's backside.

An echoing, wild screech of ecstasy rang out far beyond the manor's rooftop as for the first time in a year they began to make wild, frantic love to one another. With no other purpose for either cock nor asshole, no need to eat or drink thus no waste to produce, even two centuries after first exploring each other and experiencing such pleasure for the first time the gargoyles were overwhelmed by the fact that they were capable of provoking such sensation within one another. There had been times when they had cursed their long dead creator for imbuing them with this autonomy even once a year, allowing them this glimpse of freedom while providing them with no other way to experience it beyond that single night. But now, indeed for the last century or so, the two gargoyles had thought of their creator with gratitude. After all, there was no reason for them to possess such anatomy. No reason for them to have been crafted with it, nor for it to replicate the functions of the real thing when they were granted life. And yet, it did. In fact from what they had witnessed during their early explorations out into the world beyond the manor, observing human couples courting and mating within their own homes, they were capable of far, far more than any mortal being; a fact for which they were so incredibly grateful.

For five or six minutes they humped and fucked wildly face to face before with an echoing roar the gargoyle with his cock buried in his lover let loose for a second time, holding himself deep within his companion until the last throes of his latest orgasm had passed. Without any delay they rolled over, and gleefully, giddily the freshly spent but still unrelentingly needy gargoyle presented himself to his lover in turn, granting the other gargoyle a brief two minutes or so of pounding away inside his own ass until he too let loose with fresh, still copiously productive spurts of cum deep, deep into his companion's interior.

They could have stopped, could have changed things up and tried something else at any moment, but the night was young and their hearts were still racing with the fresh elation of being awake, alive and able to bring one another such pleasure. Thus no sooner had they each taken a turn filling the other gargoyle with their cum, they began again. They kept on fucking without pause, and as the gargoyle buried in his partner filled the other screeching, thrashing, wailing creature with cum three... four... five times without skipping a single thrust over the course of half an hour or so, he stared down joyously into his lover's bliss-stricken face and watched it contort as on four occasions his fucking proved hard and fast and ceaseless enough to drive the other gargoyle over the edge with him, cumming hands free and painting their bodies with more and more abundant, thick strands of glistening cum.

For hours they lay there, wrestling, rolling, swapping who was fucking and who was being fucked but never taking more than a moment to cease and switch things around. Eventually they did attempt some other activities together; lying end to end and suckling upon one another's cocks within their beaks, sitting cross legged before one another and kissing, moaning their love for one another as they masturbated and watched the other's shameless self-pleasure, clawed hands a blur upon their thick, throbbing cocks. They stood side by side on the edge of the building and laughed as they masturbated into the open air, watching the streaks of their cum fly side by side and teasing over who could shoot furthest and hardest, though in truth they were almost perfectly, evenly matched. Between each of those more varied activities though the two inevitably fell back into one another's arms, and were drawn into the mindless, blissful thrall of wild, limitless fucking once again.

They knew that eventually, inevitably the sun would rise and their night together would end. That they would return frozen to their statuesque vigil atop the manor, leaving the inevitable November rain to wash away the streaks of white across their stone forms. But until that moment came, up to the very moment when the sun rose and they would be denied for another long and silent and solitary year, they would not cease. They would not stop, nor in any way hold themselves back from one another.

So long as they had time; an hour, a minute, a second or less, they would spend it driving one another wild with pleasure, and showing through that pleasure their unceasing, undying love for one another. And though it broke their hearts to know that they would be unable to share that bliss for another three hundred and sixty five nights, they took comfort not only in the extremes and abundance of pleasure they could share when finally Halloween night was upon them once more, but in knowing that to the best of their knowledge, they would be granted that one night together without exception for as long as there was a sun to rise and fall upon the earth.

They might have only been permitted one night a year, but it was one night a year that could go on for thousands, millions, as far as they knew even billions of years to come. Their love, their passion would outlast this manor. It would outlast the village, the people within it, their descendants, and likely all of humankind.

Thus, they would revel in what time they had to share, and cherish it thrust by thrust, kiss by kiss, orgasmic scream by orgasmic scream from now until the very end of time itself in the only way that mattered.

Together.

By Jeeves

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