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Guinevere stretched after closing the old wooden door and dropping the heavy plank that served as a primitive lock into its wrought iron brace. It wouldn't keep out even a young gargoyle like herself if they were determined to get in. It was good enough to provide some privacy, and that was all she really wanted.

She turned around towards the bed in the center of the small room while still stretching her arms up above her. Her room, she thought with a smile. When she was younger she had pleaded with her parents to have a room all her own like the children on the television. Angela and Broadway had been baffled as to why she needed one, but seeing that the castle was full of unused rooms they hadn't seen any reason to deny her. Her brother, Artus, of course then demanded a room of his own. Xanatos had been generous enough to have the rooms outfitted with furnishings, including an ample bed, a comfortable loveseat, and later a desk and chair. Modern amenities had been added, such as electricity and running water in the attached washroom.

Only a few years ago a pink bed spread adorned the mattress, posters of castles and knights in shining armor rescuing beautiful maidens covered the walls, and small horse figures sat on the shelves. Thick tapestries had been put up to warm the room and cover the cold stone walls, save for the window that looked out over the clouds below. It was everything a little girl could want.

Now nearly the only thing that remained from that time were the tapestries on the walls and the rug under the bed. The bedspread had been replaced with a more mature and neutral blue, the posters had been replaced with those of rock and metal bands, and the toys of her childhood had been moved to make room for books. A laptop sat on the desk in the corner for her schoolwork, along with a neat stack of papers and more books.

Tonight though, was her night off from patrol, schoolwork, and sparring altogether. She collapsed into her bed with a sigh of relief and anticipation of a night's worth of reading. She stretched out her long and slender yet strong digitigrade legs as lay there for a moment, staring up at the stone ceiling above. She thought a nice hot shower would be nice before slipping into some comfortable pajamas for the evening. It wasn't that she needed one; a gargoyle's stone sleep tended to refresh one.

She unbuttoned the khaki shorts that hugged the curve of her hips tightly and slid them down over her legs' red skin and kicked them away with her toes. She sighed at the sudden freedom and lay still for a minute more before sitting up at the edge of the bed. She began unbuttoning the plaid shirt that hugged the gentle swell of her young breasts and came to an end just above her navel, remembering with a smile how auntie Elisa had frowned and told her she was too young for such clothes upon seeing them. Guinevere slid the shirt from her shoulders, leaving her in just her black underwear. She grabbed the shorts she had tossed against the wall and deposited them with her shirt in the hamper beside the oak wardrobe that served as her closet.

She stood, running her fingers through her silky black hair that came down to her upper back as she made for the washroom. She flipped on the lights and glanced at her beaked face in the mirror's reflection for a moment before sliding the shower's glass door open and turning the handle for the hot water. She closed the shower door and began to strip off her underwear as she let the water heat up. She reached around behind her and deftly undid her bra's clasp and let it fall away, leaving her smallish breasts bare and pink nipples stiffening against the sudden chill. Her panties already rode low on her hips thanks to her tail, and she hooked her thumbs under the elastic band and pulled them down her legs and kicked them off.

Steam filled the air now, clouding the mirror and floating out the open washroom door. She slid open the shower door, finding the steam condensing in rivulets on the shower's stainless steel walls, and checked the water's temperature with a hand. Satisfied with its heat, she stepped inside and closed the door behind her and sighed contentedly as the near scaldingly hot water washed over her body. She stood and enjoyed the hot water for a while before reaching for the shampoo bottle in the corner. Delicate scents of peaches and other fruits filled the air as she began to wash herself down. She grabbed the ivory soap and rubbed the bar over her red skin, over her arms, breasts, and abdomen.

A little jolt ran up her spine when her fingers brushed over the little nub of flesh that sat at the top of the slit between her legs. She looked down at herself, wondering not for the first time why that slit and nub of flesh were there between her legs. Guinevere remembered how her mother had told her she would explain when she was older, and how she had been afraid to ask again after she found out what happened when she rubbed that nub for long enough.

She ran her fingers over the nub again, her hum of pleasure inaudible over the falling water splashing down her back to the tiled floor. She looked over her shoulder through the frosted glass and the open washroom door to the barred door to her room. Her mother's stiff reaction to her query suggested to Guinevere that maybe her secret was something against the rules. She had always been careful never to get caught though, and never spoke a word of it to anyone. Not even her brother.

She set the bar of soap down in its tray and worked her fingers over the little nub that was a slightly more pink shade of red than the rest of her skin. Immediately she gasped and she had to will her legs not to tense up cramp. She rubbed more in a circular motion over the nub, and more pleasure blossomed outwards from between her legs. Her tail coiled itself around her ankle of its own accord and she wrapped her other arm around her midsection. Her long dark hair fell down around her face as she huffed out a breath of pleasure. She had no idea why this felt so good, only that it did, and she wanted more.

She rubbed up and down over the nub quickly, her young body trembling at the stimulation. The delightful friction was building what felt like a wave of pleasure that threatened to crash down on her and carry her away. Her gasps and quiet "mmph"s of pleasure were muffled by the falling water, but her sudden cry of pleasure pierced the shower's sound to echo through the small room.

Her knees knocked together and she almost doubled over, her body trying to curl into a ball as the wave of pleasure crashed over her. She stopped her rubbing, it was just too much, and she cupped her hand over the nub and her slit. Her thighs squeezed that hand tight while the other shot out to grab one of the stainless steel rails bolted to the wall to steady herself.

She panted as the pleasure slowly receded. Abruptly she pushed the hair back from her face and looked over her shoulder at the door behind her, realizing the cry she had made. She was relieved when heard nothing from the other side, but couldn't stop the blush that came to her cheeks anyway. She stood straight with a sigh and finished cleaning herself off.

After finally shutting off the water she slid open the door and reached for the rack outside to a fresh white linen towel. She dried herself off before stepping out of the shower and onto the bath rug that covered the cold stone floor. With the towel wrapped high over her breasts and coming down to her upper thighs she dried and brushed her hair. Then, leaving the towel on its rack she gathered her discarded underwear and strode nude to her closet. The old underwear went into the hamper with her shorts and shirt while she withdrew a fresh pair of panties from the wardrobe. She passed on a bra for now, as she would be alone in her room for a while, and slid another black pair of panties up her legs until they met the underside of her tail. She then pulled on some comfy gray sweatpants and shorts, something she would never let anyone but her parents see her in.

Fresh and clean, she went to the armchair in the corner and turned on the desk lamp that sat on the bookshelf beside it. She grabbed the book she had left sitting on the edge of the shelf. It had been a gift from her grandfather, Goliath. It was a fantasy novel with a flare of romance, or so Guinevere had thought. At the moment, the story was leaning heavily into the romance, with the protagonists, a human woman and a male elf, alone together. Guinevere flipped to the page where she had left her bookmark, kicking her legs up on the ottoman and settling into the comfy chair.

It wasn't long before Guinevere had the uncomfortable feeling she felt when watching a movie with her parents and the main characters were suddenly in a bed together and touching each other all over. That was usually the point she had been forced to leave the room. She had never been sure why, but had been too nervous to question her parents about it. Now though, curiosity dragged her on as her book's protagonists kissed and their hands roamed over each other.

Guinevere's eyes widened when the elf suddenly slipped his hand down the front of the woman's pants, under the waistband, and rubbed. The woman moaned and arched her hips into his hand, the other clutching her breast. Guinevere felt the skin between her legs warming as she read. She was incredulous when the elf slipped his fingers into her slit. Guinevere had to read it again to make sure she hadn't misunderstood. The elf pumped his fingers, into where Guinevere didn't quite understand, and the woman gasped and shivered.

Guinevere's own hand crept under the waistband of her lounge wear and panties, her fingertips brushing against her nub of flesh. She squirmed and shifted to better hold the book with one hand. She rubbed at herself idly as she read on until she stopped suddenly as a realization came to her. Had Goliath known what was in this book when he had given it to her? Did he know about her secret? No, she decided, and pushed the thoughts away for now.

Guinevere read with growing anticipation as the woman in the book fumbled with the elf's belt. It was difficult not to catch glimpses of the males of her clan when all they wore were loincloths. Her mother had told her not to stare however, and she had always looked away when the occasional unfortunate updraft had blown the males' cloths aside. She wondered what the differences might be between gargoyle and human, and elf for that matter, but she read on with intense curiosity.

When the elf's hard member slipped free into the woman's hand Guinevere felt a mix of confusion and interest. She had never seen a hard member, or cock, as the book told her. The woman stroked it, eliciting a gasp from the elf. He grabbed himself then, and guided it to her slit. Then Guinevere read with incredulity as he slid his cock into her, and she liked it!

Guinevere blinked and looked down at herself, wondering if she possessed the same anatomy as the woman in the book did. She glanced at the door, making sure it was locked. She set the book down on the chair's arm rest, making sure to keep her place, before slipping her thumbs under her waistband. Her handles trembled with a mixture of exhilaration and fear of getting caught. She pushed her pants and underwear down to her ankles, revealing her bare red body. She spread her legs at her knees so she could get a better look at the slit between her legs.

Her fingers brushed over her nub, sending a shiver down her spine, as she used one hand to spread her slit and reveal the pink flesh within. Using the fingers on her other hand she gently probed the pink flesh until she found a hole there. She hesitated for a moment before pressing a digit tentatively inside. A breath escaped her as she felt the finger slide into her up to the knuckle. Muscles she didn't know she had flexed and squeezed the vent she hadn't known she had. It felt good. She withdrew her finger from her body to find it slick with fluid.

She grabbed the book again and flipped it open to her page, cradling it against her with one hand as she read on. The elf began to thrust his cock in and out of the woman, eliciting more moans from her. At the same time, Guinevere took her paired middle and ring fingers and gently pressed them into her herself. She exhaled and a shiver ran down her spine to her tail tip as she pressed her fingers up as far as they could go. She pulled them back and then pressed them in again, and repeated the motion slowly.

She sped up her motions as the elf did. Guinevere squirmed with pleasure as her newly discovered muscles flexed and contracted around her fingers. She let the palm of her hand brush over her sensitive nub as she withdrew her fingers and pressed them back in. She felt the same building wave of pleasure rushing towards her that she had experienced earlier in the shower. She spread her legs wider and pressed her fingers as deep as she could inside her tunnel. She gasped and quivered, yet still it felt somehow that her fingers didn't reach deep enough.

She found it difficult to focus on the words on the page as her heart pounded and her chest heaved for breath. The woman cried out and clutched the elf as her body quaked with climax. A few desperate thrusts later the elf hilted himself in her and grunted as he seemed to experience a climax similar to hers.

Guinevere let the book fall shut onto her abdomen. Her head fell back against the chair and she closed her eyes. She let her mind search for a fantasy of her own as she plunged her fingers into her pussy again and again. The only males of her kind she knew were of her clan. She thought of Goliath, her grandfather, who had given her the book. Had he known what it contained? Maybe he had, and was trying to tell her he wanted to do that with her.

The image of the strong clan leader materialized in her mind then. He was between her spread legs, thrusting his large cock into her and grunting and gasping for breath as the elf had. Guinevere reached up under her sweatshirt to grasp at her breast, as the book suggested a male might. She found her nipples stiff to the touch and sensitive, and she gasped as her fingers brushed over them.

When she felt the wave of pleasure cresting she buried her fingers as deep as she could. She felt her own body spasming around them and she barely bit back a cry of pleasure. She was unable to keep her legs from clapping together, trapping her hand against her body as the wave of pleasure crashed over her and washed her away. She ground her hips up against her palm, the rest of her body shaking. Feminine fluids washed over her fingers and hand, dripping from her pussy onto the chair's cushion.

As the wave of pleasure receded Guinevere slowly unclenched her body. She opened her eyes as she drew her fingers from her body. She eyed the moisture left on her fingers and then up at the door. It remained locked shut, and it seemed nobody had heard her. She let out a sigh of relief and let her head fall back, resting for a few minutes.

She stared up at the ceiling, wondering more about Goliath, and her own parents. Why hadn't they told her about this experience? Was it wrong? She didn't think she was hurting anyone by pleasuring herself. Had Goliath shared the book as a way to tell her of his interest? She had no idea whether people that were related did such things together. She couldn't think of a good reason why they shouldn't, and yet it still felt taboo.

She lifted her head from the chair back and her eyes fell upon her laptop atop her desk across the room. The internet had answered many questions for her, most about her homework. Why not these questions? She pulled her pants back up to her waist and stepped across the room and pulled the rolling office chair from its place tucked under the desk. She flipped the laptop open as she sat down, revealing the computer's desktop.

She opened the computer's browser and tapped her claw on the table as she thought of what to search for. She didn't even know what she had read or what she had done was called. She resolved to search for the book and see what was there to find. As she read on, clicking from page to page, she felt her face flush as she learned exactly what the human woman and elf were doing in her book. Her eyes widened when she stumbled across detailed depictions of human anatomy, and she found herself strangely curious.

Guinevere's claws tapped across the keyboard, running a search. She practically quivered when thumbnails of images and videos of humans of all sorts engaging in sex appeared on the screen. She clicked on one, and nearly jumped out of her chair when the sound of a woman's moans and a man's grunting and the slap of flesh blasted through the speakers. She scrambled to lower the volume and then stared back at the door to her room with her heart thumping in her chest. When nobody came after several minutes she let out a sigh of relief and turned her attention back to her computer.

She watched with fascination as the man pumped his member in and out of the woman's pussy. Again Guinevere felt her arousal grow as she watched. When the male appeared near his climax Guinevere was surprised when he pulled out of the female. He grabbed his cock and stroked himself rapidly. Guinevere's eyes widened when ropes of white fluid spurted from the tip of his cock onto the woman's belly, groaning with pleasure as he did. Guinevere figured that must be the semen the technical articles she had read previously had mentioned. Yet she had no idea it would look like that, nor that it would be so interesting to watch.

With another glance back at the door, Guinevere stood up and hooked her thumbs into her waistband. She pushed her pants and panties down and kicked them off, and after a moment of hesitation decided to pull off her sweater and undershirt too. With every inch of smooth red hide now exposed she sat back down in her chair.

As Guinevere clicked through more videos she leaned in with rapt attention. She spread her legs a little bit and slipped a hand between them. She rubbed herself for a few minutes first before again pressing her fingers into her cunt and thrusted them in and out. A breath of pleasure escaped her and a shiver ran down her spine to her tail tip.

She came to realize as the videos flicked past her wide eyes, one after another, how incomparable her fingers were to the big cocks the males possessed. She wondered what it must feel like to have a male thrust so deep, and spread her so wide. She withdrew her fingers from her tunnel, leaving them slick with her arousal, and looked down at them. She wondered what she might do to simulate a male's penis. She saw her tail then resting on the floor below, and her eyes focused on it. Her heart hammered in her chest.

She found a sufficiently long compilation of men jerking themselves off and cumming and then rolled back her chair, letting the video play. With some trepidation she lifted her legs up, spreading them wide, and rested her feet on the edge of the desk. She curled her tail up towards herself while spreading her slit with one hand. She shivered again when her tail tip brushed over the entrance to her tunnel, and used her free hand to guide the tip in. She was practically quivering as she slowly pressed her tail inwards, watching it disappear into her pussy.

A moan bubbled up from within her chest as she felt herself stretch wider for the first time. Her eyes flicked up to the computer screen to watch a man grunting and spurting ropes of white cum feet away. She winced as she suddenly felt a sharp stab of pain from her tunnel. She halted her tail and looked down at herself, worried that she had just hurt herself somehow. She withdrew her tail a little, and quickly the pain faded. Carefully she continued on, sliding her tail in deeper until she felt her tail tip tickle what felt like the end of her tunnel, impossible deep inside her hips. Her lips were lewdly stretched wide around the tapered width of her tail now.

She leaned back in her chair, letting the video play. She just sat for a few moments, letting herself absorb what it felt like to have her cunt so full and stretched. Then she slowly withdrew her tail from her body until just the tip remained within her before pressing it back in as deep as it would go. She gasped as pleasure shot through her from the thrusting sensation. She did it again, faster this time, and more pleasure shot up her spine.

Guinevere let her hands fall to her young breasts, finding her nipples stiff as she gripped them gently as she thrusted her tail in and out of her pussy between her spread legs. She watched the clips on the screen with eyes lidded by pleasure. She was unable to keep the moans down and they escaped from her beak with each thrust of her tail.

She again felt that wave of pleasure building, and she wondered if she could orgasm by the pleasure of her tail's thrusting alone. She kept her hands on her breasts, enjoying the gentle pressure. Her eyes occasionally flicked down to where her tail penetrated her again and again, imagining it were a male's cock instead. Again the image of Goliath sprang to mind. She imagined him pulling out of her and stroking himself as he neared orgasm, and then shooting his white seed across her red belly. She wondered what that would feel like.

As the wave of pleasure threatened to crash over her she felt her tunnel squeeze and relax rhythmically around her tail in time with its thrusts. She practically panted with the pleasure of it. When the wave finally crashed over her a cry escaped her beak as her body quaked. Her knees bent inward and she gripped her breasts tighter, letting her head fall back against the chair as she moaned. She felt her pussy spasm around her tail, and it felt so delightful with her tunnel so full.

Suddenly there was a sharp rap on the door and a voice calling beyond it. Guinevere's heart leaped into her throat and she scrambled to withdraw her tail from herself and shut the laptop.

"Guinevere, are you all right?" it was Goliath outside the door.

"Y-yeah I'm okay!" Guinevere called back, whirling up from her chair in a panic. "Just a minute!"

Goliath had no doubt heard her, and Guinevere cursed herself for letting herself get so carried away. Her eyes darted about the room, trying desperately to think of an excuse. She darted for the bathroom and grabbed a towel and draped it about herself as if she had just gotten out of the shower. When she cracked open the door she peaked around it to find Goliath wearing a concerned expression.

"I was on my way to the castle library when I heard you. I thought you might be in distress." Goliath said.

Guinevere smiled sheepishly. "Yeah I, uh, slipped in the shower. Banged my head." she said, rubbing an imagined bruise on the side of her head.

Goliath nodded slowly. "Go get dressed and I'll have a look at your head." he said. Guinevere noticed his gaze dipping for just a moment to her exposed cleavage before returning to her eyes.

Guinevere hesitated. "I'll be okay. It wasn't that bad." she said.

"It sounded bad. Go get dressed." his words bore the weight of finality and Guinevere nodded. She closed the door and whirled around, heart thudding in her chest. She was going to be found out, and then what would she tell him.

She went to collect her underwear and lounge clothes from where they sat in a pile beside her desk. A thought struck her as she was reaching for them. Maybe Goliath had already guessed what she had been doing. Maybe he was there to make his move on her. Bubbles of excitement rose in her chest.

She turned and went to her dresser and pulled open a drawer. She selected a matching pair of black panties and bra and quickly pulling them on. Next she tugged on a short skirt and a blouse that hugged the curves of her chest. She smoothed the skirt down as she strode quickly to the door and opened it again.

She smiled sheepishly up at Goliath as he paused, his eyes flashing down over her quickly and raising an eyebrow at her clothes. He said nothing about it though as he stepped into the room. "Let me see you." he said, reaching for her.

"It's nothing…" Guinevere said, but didn't stop Goliath when he carefully brushed her black hair to the side to inspect her scalp. "You've been taking me on patrol for two years now. You know I can handle a little bump."

Goliath's chest rumbled a response as he brushed a finger over her scalp. "I know that. I also know you lied. Your hair is dry. " he said flatly, stepping away and crossing his arms. Guinevere turned to look up at him and found him frowning at her. "What was that sound I heard?"

Caught out, she decided to tell Goliath the truth. Perhaps he would even reveal his own intentions then. "I uh… was reading that book you gave me." she said her voice wavering, pointing to where she had left it on the arm of the chair with a quivering finger. "I came to a part where the main characters were kissing like they do in the movies. They started doing things, and he put himself in her and… I tried doing that to myself." she finished, her voice growing smaller and smaller as she felt her face grow hotter.

Goliath blinked at her for several long moments, obviously surprised."I… have you not talked to your mother about this?"

"No? I thought it might be wrong… am I in trouble?" Guinevere asked nervously.

Goliath's mouth turned into a small smile and his hands came to rest on her shoulders. "No, Guinevere, you are not in trouble. Such things are less… taboo among gargoyles. Though I'm not surprised you've grown thinking differently, immersed in human culture as you are. You should speak to your mother about it though. She may have a different opinion."

Guinevere nodded, relieved. Now she looked up at her grandfather, who towered over her. "Is it normal for clanmates to do that with each other?" she asked after taking a moment to work up the courage.

"What do you mean? Your mother was part of the clan when she chose your father." Goliath said, starting to lift his hands from her shoulders.

Guinevere reached up and touched his hands, willing him to keep them there. He did. "You gave me that book." she said, tentatively stroking her hands up the length of his arms. She felt a thrill of excitement at the bulging muscles she felt under her fingers. "Did you want me to see it?"

"I… thought you already knew about such things." Goliath said. His hands gripped her shoulders a little tighter.

"So you did know." Guinevere said with a smile. She moved her hands to his chest, feeling the powerful pectoral muscles there.

"I thought you were mature enough…" Goliath said uncertainly.

Guinevere arched her back and leaned in closer, letting her breasts brush against his bare chest as her hands wandered lower over his abdomen. His eyes slid from her face down to her cleavage, and his own hands drifted from her shoulders and down her sides. "I am." Guinevere said.

Goliath's hands came to rest upon the swell of her hips, and excitement fluttered in her chest. "You are becoming a beautiful woman." Goliath said quietly.

Guinevere smiled. "Let me show you how beautiful. I know you want it." she replied equally quietly, tilting her beak up towards him.

As their lips drifted closer Guinevere let her eyes close. She felt Goliath's strong hands slide lower and reach under the folds of her skirt and then grip her mostly bare ass firmly. He pulled her small body against his hulking frame and her hands reached his belt. Their lips brushed together for a moment, and Guinevere began to work at the belt's latch. She made to go in for the kiss as her heart thumped in her chest, but her grandfather hesitated. She opened her eyes when he pulled away and his hands returned to her shoulders where he gently pushed her back.

"We cannot do this." Goliath said.

Guinevere's eyes fell to where Goliath's loincloth barely concealed his obviously hardening maleness. "Why not?"

Goliath lifted her chin up, directing her eyes to his. "I am committed to Elisa. I know the pain of a mate's betrayal, and I cannot submit her to that. Beyond that, your mother might not approve."

"Why wouldn't mom approve? She knows you, you're the leader of the clan…"

"Your mother was raised by humans. Among them it is frowned upon for family members to take each other as mates. I suspect your mother may share that view." Goliath explained.

"You don't agree?" Guinevere asked.

Goliath sighed. "I come from a different time. Gargoyles did not pay attention to the bonds of family in those days. However I have come to see the wisdom in doing so, and I suppose the taboo comes with it." he said, dropping his hand from Guinevere's beak. She nodded reluctantly and Goliath continued, “I suggest you talk to your mother about these matters. But perhaps do not mention what has happened here tonight."

Guinevere nodded again and Goliath saw himself out from her room, closing the door quietly behind him. Guinevere sighed in disappointment, still feeling tense from her arousal. She turned towards her laptop. She knew just what to do about that.