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Ares dodged another lunge by his half-sister, Grendel, as she reached for his wrist and forearm with both hands in an attempt to unbalance him and throw him to the floor. He would have grinned smugly if he had the time, but he knew it was a feint. They had been sparring under their mother's supervision for as long as he could remember, and after many hours of fighting her, he knew his sister. What she lacked in weight and brute strength she more than made up for in speed, precision, and cunning.

It was more luck than anything that he managed to beat her tail away with his own, which had been sweeping in for his ankles while he was distracted. He went to use her momentum against her, kicking a leg out to catch hers but stumbled when he met no resistance. As soon as she had found her feint discovered she had anticipated his counterattack and had leapt into a somersault, clear over his kick. When he turned back he found her rolling to her feet, already facing him in a low and ready stance.

“Impressive." came Demona's voice from the side of the room.

Ares growled in annoyance. He hated being bested by Grendel. She was supposed to be his subordinate, or would be, when he became the leader of the clan. She felt herself more deserving of the role, as the senior of the two, and the more cunning. She had said as much to him before. He had to prove to his mother that he was worth being her second.

Shifting back into a ready stance, he eyed her up and down, watching for any hint of what she might do next. He was distracted for a moment when his eyes fell upon her breasts, and even bound as they were by tight strips of white cloth they complemented the swell of her hips. The cloth contrasted brightly against her dark, midnight blue hide and silky jet black hair.

Grendel saw Ares' distraction and struck immediately, one hand curled into a fist to punch him in the gut while the other grabbed for his arm. He reacted clumsily, grabbing her fist behind the wrist and leaving his side vulnerable to her free arm. She grabbed him by the shoulder and he knew she was about to try to sweep his feet out from under him to put him on his back.

He didn't see any other option, and so grabbed her shoulder and used his strength and weight to throw her to the ground. Unable to halt his momentum, he fell with her, and landed on her heavily, pinning her body under his. She struggled to push him off but he had a hold of her now and he leered down at her. His cock was hard under his loincloth, and he pressed it hard against her thigh while he reached for her breasts.

“Enough!" bellowed Demona, and Ares' head jerked up towards her.

Grendel used the moment to heave him off her, but not without cuffing him hard across his beak. “Fucking pervert." she muttered as she rolled away to her feet. Ares only snickered as he stood.

“That was good work, Grendel. You may have the rest of the night to yourself." Demona said, smiling at her daughter before turning to him. “Ares, come with me."

Ares frowned but followed his mother dutifully as she turned the door out of the small training room. When he passed Grendel he fully expected her to be preening at him, but instead she only stared daggers at him while retaining her sense of cool aloofness. Ares followed Demona out and down the hall and to her office, which was adorned with all sorts of medieval weaponry and armor, with shelves holding ancient tomes and scrolls. A large mirror framed with wrought iron hung on the wall behind the ornately carved wooden desk in the center of the room.

“If this is about Grendel, I'm not apologizing." he said defiantly as she sat behind her big wooden desk while he remained standing in the center of the room.

Demona frowned at him. “It is, partially. I've explained this to you before, she doesn't want you."

Ares shrugged. “So what? I'm going to be the clan leader, I'm already your second. I have the authority. And what options do I have? You said to stay away from the other clans and that humans are beneath me." he was growing heated, his voice growing louder.

“You can't just take what you want from your clan. That's what sets them apart from everyone else." Demona said.

“Well if I can't take it from her, who am I going to take it from?" he snarled.

Demona's smile caught him off guard. “From me."

“What?" he said, bewildered. While he hardly gave the idea of banging Grendel a second thought, as he barely even considered her a sister, he had never considered his mother.

She stood from her desk. “It is time for our clan to begin to grow, and I need your help to do that, Ares, my son. There are few gargoyles left, and even fewer that understands what we must do to survive. Only the three of us in fact." she said as she came around her desk to stand beside him.

She rested her hands on his shoulders, gripping them slightly. “Will you help our clan grow, my second? You might even breed yourself a mate." she added with a smile.

Ares looked up at Demona, at his mother, and tried to think. It would be so easy. He dared his eyes to wander lower to her chest and her firm breasts hidden behind her simple dress, and his body began to respond as his imagination ran wild. “How much growing?" he asked.

Demona smirked and her hands trailed from his shoulders and down his chest to his loincloth's belt. “We'll see, but you will get as much sex as you need, my son." she said as she unbuckled his belt and let his loincloth fall away. Ares resisted the urge to shield his hard uncut cock from his mother's gaze, and tried to stand proud and manly before her, despite her advantage of a foot in height.

“My how you have grown." Demona murmured as she slowly knelt before him.

Ares realized he was holding his breath as he looked down at his mother and watched her hands reach for his maleness. It left him in a great sigh as she wrapped her hand around his shaft and cupped his dangling balls with the other. It was the first time he had been touched by anyone, and even a simple hand gripping him was thrilling, and it would only get better. He was already leaking pre, and as she began to slowly stroke up and down over his full length the fluid was smeared over his skin.

“You always wanted this." Ares said. He didn't know where it came from, but the realization dawned on him there. She wanted to be queen-mother of an entire new generation of gargoyles, and she wanted, *needed him for that. It made him feel powerful.

Demona looked up at him, into his eyes. “Yes, Ares."

He nodded and she turned her attention back to his cock. She leaned in closer and bent her head down to kiss the exposed head of his shaft and then up his length while gently rolling his balls in her hand. He was already feeling fit to burst when his mother finally parted her lips and took his tip into her mouth. He watched, stupefied, as she slid down his length while keeping her lips sealed against his flesh. He groaned in pleasure at the warmth and tightness, more than anything he had ever imagined.

“Fuck…" he breathed when she had taken half his length into her mouth and he felt her tongue licking at its head. His legs quivered and he thrust himself further into her mouth reflexively, eliciting an approving murmur from Demona.

She paused briefly when she finally had his entire cock in her mouth, and Ares tentatively reached out a hand to rest upon his mother's head, fingers mingling with her red hair. As he looked down at her, he couldn't help but wonder how far his powers extended over her. He had something she wanted after all. When she began to pull away, he held her head firmly in place down on his cock. She looked up at him then, and her eyes told him that she would let him do anything he wanted to her.

He drew his hips back and then thrust quickly forward again, watching his cock disappear into her mouth. He let her head move up and down over him, and it only took a few moments of thrusting and sucking before Ares was panting heavily. The familiar sensation of an approaching orgasm was pulling him along, up and along his cock, rushing towards an explosive release.

“Mom…" he warned her, his voice cracking.

She dove down on his cock, taking his entire length into her mouth and sucking and licking, drawing the seed from him. He felt it reach his tip, and he held there for a heartbeat before tumbling over the edge. His first rope of cum shot from his tip with a grunt, and then he was groaning with pleasure. He felt himself exploding in his mother's mouth powerfully, his cock throbbing with each surge of cum. His eyes burned white and his legs quivered. She was swallowing, swallowing every spurt that shot onto her tongue.

He panted heavily, chest heaving for breath as Demona backed off of his cock slowly and he groaned as she licked his flesh clean. He steadied himself by gripping her shoulder and watched as she released his cock and then lower, licking and gently sucking on his balls while his still hard and glistening length rubbed over her face.

“So young and potent." she murmured.

Ares had caught his breath and the strength had returned to his legs by the time Demona stood. He was still hard and wanted more, and he was sure she knew it. She opened her mouth to say something, but Ares cut her off when he reached up to the neckline of her rough cut dress and *tore it down to her abdomen. Her bare hide, the very light blue Ares had inherited from her, and breasts were left exposed.

Demona smirked as he stared at her chest openly and brazenly. “Come, my son." she said, opening her arms.

Ares stepped closer, one hand gripping her breast while the other caressed her hip. His hardness rubbed against her thigh while his mouth went to the nipple of her other breast, eliciting a pleasured sigh from Demona's lips. He felt her hand on the back of his head, running through his red hair. It felt like a lewdly obscene version of a moment they must have shared when was but a baby. She had explained to him when he had turned thirteen, in hopes that he and Grendel would grow the pack, that incest was acceptable among gargoyles when they dwindled to dire numbers. Clans had to be rebuilt somehow. Yet Ares couldn't help feeling like he was taking part in some conspiracy with his mother to pervert nature itself.

And he loved every moment of it.

He pulled away from her nipple and tilted his beak upwards and their lips met, and he pressed his tongue into her mouth to dance with hers. His hand slipped under the hem of her dress and up along the bare skin of her hip and then back to grip her ass firmly. Without breaking the kiss he dropped his other hand under her thigh and lifted her and carried her to her desk and set her down there.

They were both breathing heavily when their lips parted. Demona smirked and spread her legs. “Go on."

Ares reached for her dress and hiked it up unceremoniously. There was the very slit he had once came from as an egg, pink lips wet and engorged in arousal. He wanted to touch it, to taste it. He fell to his knees and spread her legs wider as she balanced herself with hands back on the desk, peering down at him. Her breath hitched in her chest when he stroked a pair of fingers over her folds, feeling her moisture.

He dove in without reservation. He licked first at the skin around her swollen pussy, between her legs, before dragging his tongue over her folds. Demona sighed and shivered, and a hand rested on his head, fingers tangling with his hair. He licked again and again, finally finding the nub of flesh that caused her to cry out in pleasure. He found her opening and his tongue dove within, snaking up her tunnel. He licked at her smooth walls, finding they contracted around his tongue at times. The tip of his beak bumped against her folds as he dove as deep as he could within her. She gyrated her hips, grinding her nub against his beak.

Demona cried out then and he looked up at her, finding his mother's face contorted with pleasure and her eyes glowing bright red bright red. The walls around his tongue contracted tightly in rhythm and her legs pressed in against the sides of his head, locking him in place. Suddenly his slightly open mouth was flooded with Demona's feminine fluids, like water but with a little sweetness. He drank greedily as she cried and moaned with pleasure.

Eventually she was left panting and the pressure on his head from her legs eased up. He withdrew his tongue and pulled away from her. He was opening his muzzle to say something when she abruptly grabbed his shoulders and pushed him down to the floor as she slid off the desk and onto him. Her eyes were still red as she smirked down at him.

“I've waited fifteen years for this." she snarled ferociously.

Ares snarled in return, his own eyes flashing white. He had no words for her, instead he spoke his intent by ripping her dress the rest of the way down and throwing the cloth to the side, leaving mother and son both bare to the skin.

She guided his tip to her vent with a hand while keeping the other planted on the lean muscle of his chest for balance. Once the head of his cock was nestled in the entrance to her tunnel she unceremoniously dropped herself onto him, sheathing his cock within her up to the hilt. Demona howled while Ares roared. Finally he felt himself buried within a female, as he had daydreamed for years now. His hands gripped her hips and her pulled her down while thrusting his hips upward, grinding himself as deeply within his mother as he could.

The wet heat around his cock was even more intense than her mouth. It gripped him tightly, squeezing him, milking him. He desperately wanted to give Demona's body what it craved from him.

Then Demona lifted her hips while steadying herself on his chest, and Ares looked down between them to see his cock slipping into view, wet with Demona's arousal. He growled and bucked upwards when she sunk back down and he watched his cock disappear into her, spreading her lewdly around his girth. They did not make love slowly, but fucked furiously. Demona bounced rapidly on her son's cock while he thrusted up into her. They snarled and screamed and growled, announcing their perversion to anyone who might hear.

Demona came again with a cry, sinking all the way down onto him and quivering as she moaned. Ares moaned with her as her walls spasmed around him incredibly, urging him towards his own climax. He felt it approaching, and to hold still under her while she pinned him was maddening.

He grabbed her by the arms and wrenched her to the side while rolling himself over, letting her fall to the floor none too gently. Neither of them seemed to care particularly. She spread her legs far apart, almost doubling them back on herself while he cradled her hips in his hands several inches above the floor. He slammed into with a snarl, feeling his balls slap against her backside. He pistoned his hips furiously, panting and growling as he watched Demona's breasts bounce with his thrusts. He was racing towards orgasm, his cock throbbing heavily.

He attention was pulled from his mother's breasts when he heard the click of the office door opening. His thrusting faltered for a moment as he looked up. The door was cracked open only a few inches, a dark skinned hand on the handle, and he saw Grendel peering through. Her eyes were wide and her beak was hanging open in shock.

Ares grinned devilishly and picked up his thrusting once more without breaking eye contact with his sister. Demona moaned under him and her hands gripped his ass, talons scratching his hide and drawing blood. He hardly noticed the pain and could feel his seed racing up his cock now, and he gave Grendel a wink and blew her a kiss before turning his attention back to his mother.

He gave several more hard thrusts before finally sheathing himself within her to the hilt as he felt his seed reach his tip. With a snarl and burning white eyes he exploded within Demona. Heavy spurts of cum shot from his cock, seeding the womb he had came from with each throb of his manhood. Demona cooed at her son, urging him through his orgasm as he bred her.

He panted heavily as his pleasure faded and the torrent of cum surging from his cock turned into a trickle. He looked up again, hoping to find his sister still watching, but found the door closed. No matter, he had a female to fuck now.

One of Demona's hands caressed the side of his beak and brought his gaze back to her. “She will come around in time, I'm sure.

“You've said that before." Ares said, finally catching his breath. He lowered himself towards his mother, taking one of her breasts in his hand and licking at her nipple.

“I have." Demona stated, running a hand through his hair. “But I will see what can be done. She deserves a man like you."