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"Stupid wizards," Alodar – Alo, to his friends – muttered as he worked on sweeping gravel off the floor.

He had chosen this job himself, so there wasn't anyone else to blame, even if lithomancers were apparently very messy with their craft. He'd willingly become the apprentice of one for a few very good reasons.

None of those reasons involved sweeping up semi-living and skittish gravel and a variety of spontaneously formed rocks and shattered golems that were no longer useful. Oh, and the stalactites. The stalactites! He had to climb decidedly rickety ladders to chisel them down or else the entire castle would soon look more like a labyrinth or a prison as they grew down to meet the more easily removed stalagmites.

It was a hell of a job. But he was learning. Slowly inching his way close to the one craft of the lithomancers that he so desperately wanted to learn; the spells and charms needed to create gargoyles. Oh yes, the beautiful beasts of living stone that'd captured his imagination since youth in more ways than one.

Alo loved gargoyles. So, when he had learned about this college of lithomancy halfway across the country, he had immediately applied for apprenticeship, and he'd gotten it. It'd been a rocky road – the lithomancers had rubbed off on him with their constant fixation of puns – since, but he had finally, a few weeks ago, reached the point where they at least left him alone while he performed his duties.

And he had immediately used that freedom to visit the gargoyles, who typically roosted in the building's enormous attic during the day, when they were reduced to mere inanimate rock. During the night, they took care of duties such as landscaping and driving off any potential intruders, though being that intruders were rare and landscaping didn't have to be done often, they also had plenty of free time.

As Alo had hoped, they – at least in their animated, warm, and living forms – were just as driven by certain instincts as any human was. And that was all that Alo had come here for, originally. Actually learning the craft had been a distant secondary pursuit for the longest time, even if he had warmed up to the idea eventually. No, his original reason to come to the college-castle was an arguably single-minded one: to fuck gargoyles.

Alodar waved off the criticism of imagined detractors. Everyone had their kinks, and it could be much worse. Gargoyles were sapient… enough, and clearly eager to play with humans or each other. It just required a little bit of finesse and timing to not get stuck on them when the sun rose. That hadn't been a problem so far. Last time he did it, he'd almost been caught by an insomniac lithomancer coming to smoke his pipeful of dream-herbs while they were doing it on the balcony, though, and this time he'd avoid that.

That, and he had some additional lovers planned for tonight. The gargoyles didn't really have any compunctions about gender, or any kind of dislike of sharing, and as each had been sculpted as male by the lithomancers for no particular reason… well, they had the drive to go along with the cocks.

Oh, those wonderful, rock-hard cocks.

Alo waited for the sun to fully set while he kept at his duties, even managing to conjure a lesser animated rockslide to sweep the remaining little rocks and pebbles off the floor, which he then had assemble itself into a tidy little pyramid that the senior lithomancers could use for whatever spells they planned to practice tomorrow.

With the castle having no windows down here – rocks flying about tended to break them, and replacing them got expensive – it was difficult to tell exactly when the sun set, but Alo had learned to recognize the signs. It was when the gargoyles in the attic began to move. Though as agile as anyone once fully “thawed", their first few moves when darkness fell were typically clumsy and heavy, their bodies still half made of stone.

That faint, distant thumping, and the accompanying dust falling from the ceiling, was what Alo had learned to use as a makeshift timer for when to call it a day for work and get the fun started. And it happened only moments later; the tell-tale thump-thump-thump from far above him.

Carefully and casually, he set his broom and other implements aside, bid the last practicing lithomancer a good night, and disappeared into the long, winding, almost organic corridors of the castle. He knew a few shortcuts, including an achingly long ladder that went all the way up to the attic, made of petrified wood and forgotten by quite literally everyone. Everyone else, after all, had the stairs. Alo was the only one who had reason to be stealthy… maybe. He wasn't fully convinced that the other wizards didn't visit the gargoyles sometimes.

When he arrived at the top it was to the sight of the half dozen or so gargoyles almost fully thawed from their petrified daytime state. Though sluggish at first, it took only a few moments for his oldest lover among them to recognize him. And he looked rather happy about it.

The gargoyles didn't strictly resemble any living species. Some had reptilian features with scales and fangs, other had somewhat caprine ones with horns and longer goat-like snouts. Almost all had wings, though some were feathered and others scaly, and long, demonic-looking tails. It was up to the individual sculptor's imagination how each ended up. This one – who Alo had decided to call Lapis, to stay with the theme of stone – was a little like a hippogryph, if anything, with sharp-looking beak, a pair of feathered wings, and the talons on his hands contrasting beautifully with the hooves on the rear ones.

Quite a handsome specimen, in other words, and with a rather impressive equine cock. Alo embraced him warmly, which he always found helped them thaw a little faster, though it could just as well have been his imagination. The others, a little more slowly, gathered around the apprentice with widening grins and, much to Alo's delight, eagerly hardening cocks. He quickly pulled off his shirt to the approving chittering, scraping chorus of the thawing gargoyles, and then worked his pants off as well. The latter thing always got them going after a day spent unmoving and increasingly pent up.

Lapis walked up to him and wrapped his arms around his waist, hoisting the apprentice wizard up as if he weighed nothing at all.

“H-hey, hey, take it easy," he squeaked in a rather undignified manner. Lapis would certainly not drop him – the gargoyles were strong enough to lift cars over in the modern world – but that didn't make his head spin any less. Until that dizziness was replaced by the tingly warmth of feeling a swelling, perfectly and literally sculpted cock press against his puckered entrance, his blunt and flared head slowly threatening to spread him open. And then another, from behind him, sandwiching him between two of the beasts, both of them rumbling and growling with lust.

“At least let me lube up f-first-“ he stammered, managing to snatch the little bottle of lube he'd brought from the pocket of his pants hanging around his ankles. Quickly, he slathered both cocks in it while they were still nudging against his hole. “And one at a time!"

The draconic gargoyle behind him grumbled but relented, letting the Lapis be the first to claim his prize. It took only a moment before his tapered cockhead slipped inside. Alo groaned, feeling the gargoyle's pleased rumbling resonate through every inch of his body. With his body wide open and eagerly stretching for his stone lover, he sunk deeper onto that very warm and very wonderful twitching, throbbing cock.

There was no difference between the gargoyles and real, natural creatures at night. They felt warm, and they were very much alive, with all the needs that living brought with it. The greatest of them all, as was evident in their actions, was the need to mate and breed, even if it was with another male. Or perhaps because it was.

Alo groaned as Lapis bounced him tirelessly on his cock. His own kept slapping against the short fur and leathery skin of the beast's chest. At the same time, the other one was growing impatient. Before Alo could really protest, or say anything, he felt a second cock stretch his entrance. The jolt of pain was enough to make him clench his jaws and dig his fingers into the first gargoyle's shoulders, but it was nothing he couldn't take. It was the abruptness of it, the brutish way he was immediately getting stuffed that caught him off guard. But the other cock slipped inside him easily, in the end, stretching Alo's ass wide and taut around them both.

In that little moment between being completely filled with cock and his own impending orgasm, Alo could barely think at all, or breathe. The two bounced him like a ragdoll, or a fleshlight even, and from what he could see through tear-filled eyes, all of the others wanted a turn at him as well. They were all fully erect and not the slightest bit ashamed of showing off their rather natural urges, some already stroking themselves or each other. And at the same time, his stomach was bulging, a visible outline of at least Lapis' thick horsecock plainly visible with just how big he was. His hand slipped along that outline, almost feeling him throb inside him from the outside.

“Y-you guys just w-wait a little bit," Alo grunted and stammered at the waiting four. It was difficult to form words at all with two thick cocks pounding into him. He was already smearing number one's belly with his precum. It wouldn't take long, and he couldn't wait. Each of them came like a firehose, too, and being filled was one of his favorite feelings. He loved feeling himself stuffed and bloated with cum, his belly protruding as if he were pregnant. “Come on, cum for me," he groaned, turning his at attention back to the first of the gargoyles.

Moments like this were what made working here totally worth it. The near-feral energy with which the gargoyles fucked him was unearthly, enough to already have him teetering on the edge of climax.

Finally, Lapis drove his cock all the way into Alo's body, letting out a rumbling moan like stone scraping against stone, and Alo could feel that familiar length twitch and jerk inside him, followed by an immediate, muted sensation of wet heat. The other wasn't far behind, and he could only gasp and moan as he was filled by cocks, throbbing in mismatched rhythm and flooding his body with jet after jet of warm, sticky seed together. Had he been able to reach his own cock, he would've stroked himself to climax right then and there, but he still had four more of the beasts to service.

His first two lovers placed him down gently, pulling out one after the other and leaving him dreadfully empty, and the next pair – one like a bat, similar to Lapis, and the other rather demonic – quickly moved over to take their turns with the human. The latter grabbed Alodar's ankles and nearly bent him in half in his eagerness to take him. He pushed Alo into a mating press with an aggressiveness that the human relished, and forced himself into his well-used and cum-leaking hole. Alo could hear himself squishing wetly as the next gargoyle sank in, effortlessly, after the stretching he'd been given by the first pair.

This one leaned in to kiss him, and Alo opened his mouth to breathlessly reciprocate. The beast tasted like he imagined limestone might taste, but the warmth and rapturous passion of it all more than compensate for it, and his mouth was big enough to engulf half of Alo's face. The batlike gargoyle was happy to sit next to them and watch while stroking himself, letting each gush and squirt of warm precum splatter over the human's face.

And Alo was, once more, in heaven. He licked up what he could of those tangy little droplets of lust, squirming and groaning – and gasping for breath, when the kiss broke – as he was taken, claimed, fucked by the demonic one. And then all the others too. Again, and again, until sunrise. It was exactly the kind of dissolute, passionate abandon that he needed for catharsis after all his menial labor and studies!

He clenched around the intruding cock, each thrust rocking him back and forth on the thankfully warm and smooth-worn stone floor, letting him watch – and oh, did he ever watch – the gargoyle's tapered, ridged cock disappear inside him again and again. Each time he pulled out, Alo's puckered hole clung to him for the briefest moment, and each time he thrust back in they both moaned in unison, in the kind of sweet and blissful harmony between human and construct that nature never intended.

Soon, he felt something thicker and warmer soak most of his face as the bat-gargoyle came, to the sound of his high-pitched squeaks and chirps of pleasure. Obediently, Alo opened his mouth, trying to catch as much of the wonderfully chalky fluid as he could, and eagerly swallowing what he could after rolling it over his tongue to really take in the flavor. It was so much different than that of humans. Not bitter, but no less sexy to taste.

Finally, his vigorous lover nearly flattened him as he hilted inside Alo's freely offered body with a roar loud enough that he could feel it resonate through him. Quickly, it was followed by the rapid-fire throb-throb-throb of the beast's attempt at inseminating him, and again, more of that sweet sexual warmth to pool in his already bloated stomach. Unlike the last two, this one held himself inside him for a good few minutes, until throbs faded into quivers and spurts to a drip, gazing into Alo's eyes with something between adoration and appreciation. For being such a good cocksleeve, no doubt. Alo wished he would've remained inside him even longer, but there were more of them waiting for their turn, and slowly, the demonic gargoyle pulled out. Slowly enough to make sure that Alo felt every slick, warm inch, and every droplet of the mixed cum inside him as it leaked out over his cheeks.

The two canine-looking ones – more like hellhounds, perhaps, owing to their sharp features and wings – were the last to take their new playtoy. One nudged him into position and mounted him from behind with no hesitation, jabbing Alo's rear with his pointed cock a few times before the tip hit its wet, warm, and sticky mark. In one powerful thrust he sank into Alo's body all the way to the hilt and immediately began to thrust at a rapid-fire rhythm.

The canine gargoyles were more polite than the others, happy to wait for their turns. But once they got going, they were also rougher, more eager, and they had knots. God, Alo loved knots, and especially the way they ensured that not a single drop of warm, precious cum would leak, at least not before his lovers were fully done squirting their seed inside him.

“That's it! G-good gargoyle!" he moaned, encouraging the one already fucking him, and the other, indirectly, who knelt in front of him to offer his swollen cock for the human to suck. The taste was always neutral, a little salty and something like chalk, perhaps, but what Alo really loved was how warm they felt against his lips. It was like his mouth was made for this, and he sucked eagerly, letting his tongue lash over rigid cockmeat until the gargoyle was bucking into his mouth, thrusting nearly into his throat for more of that feeling.

It didn't take either of them too long to reach their climaxes, but he had all night. He could go without sleeping for one night if it meant pleasure like this!

Soon, the one on his back growled as it forced the swelling bulb on its cock into Alo, effectively tying the two together for what'd at least be a few minutes. Then, with a shudder and a growl, he tensed against the human, fingers squeezing his cheeks hard as he throbbed inside him, just as the others had. Another warm load of cum pumped into Alo's eager, receptive body with each twitch of the gargoyle's inhuman cock, and Alo himself could only moan around the cock in his mouth as he was finally pushed over the edge. He panted, sucking on the canine cock for dear life between gasping moans as he coated the floor with rope after rope of his own cum.

It wasn't before Alo, on a whim, reached to cup and gently rub the other canine gargoyle's balls with his free hand – the one not used to steady himself – that he finally came. He thrust hard, smushing his fat knot against Alo's lips. He would never fit into his mouth, but the fantasy was nice. As was the fact that even without the knot, the spurting tip of his cock was lodged all the way in Alo's throat, which meant every spurt of cum shot directly down into his belly with Alo unable to do anything about it. Not that he would've. He loved every second of it, from the ineffably sexy throbbing to the warmth pooling in his belly, seemingly joining the five loads he'd already taken.

This was exactly why Alo preferred the gargoyles to humans as lovers. They were as impossible to tire out as stone itself. He swallowed the last few drops of thick beast-seed that splattered over his tongue when his monstrous lover pulled out, leaving him gasping for air. Yet, though the gargoyles didn't need to rest, Alo himself did.

Thankfully, with everyone satisfied for the moment, and with him tied and unable to go anywhere, it was also the perfect time for a nap. Alo needed it, and the gargoyles certainly didn't mind keeping their naked cum dump warm while he rested. They all gathered into a warm pile, already planning on how they'd continue the night. Single-minded as they were, Alo himself included, the answer was clear: with lots and lots of lusty, masculine sex, of course, and the human filled to the point he'd have to be careful not to burst.

At some point, he was half asleep, but stirred awake to the realization that he was being bounced on one of the gargoyles' laps. He didn't really register which one it was, though from how big his cock felt – damn near a foot long and thick to match – it was probably Lapis taking advantage of his favorite human again. Not that Alo minded, even though his bloated stomach swung like a pendulum with each rocking thrust. The feeling was strangely erotic, something like a male equivalent of pregnancy… or at least, consequences of being so horny. Or perhaps he simply liked feeling so full. He half wished that he'd never go back to normal.

He reached back to hold his hands on the gargoyle's hips to steady himself at least a little, so full of cum that he couldn't even see or feel the bulge of his cock inside him anymore. A dim realization that the others must've taken more turns while he slept dawned on him, but what did it matter? It felt so divinely hot to be fat and bloated with cum, and even better to have the flare of Lapis' cock drag over and nudge against his prostate with each motion. This time, Alo didn't bother holding back his own orgasm, and just as he felt Lapis twitch inside him – filling him with even more thick, warm cum – he came too, splattering his relatively modest load of seed all over his lover and himself. There was no point in trying to keep clean; they'd be a mess anyway, and he ended up sleeping on top of his oldest lover once they were done. Though, granted, on his back; with how taut his belly was getting, he could hardly sleep on that.

Later, much later that night, one of the canids was on top again, thrusting happily in inexhaustible potency while Alo's belly dragged along the thankfully not too rough floor. The last of Alo's ferocious, growling, and deeply lusty lovers hilted deep inside him. He let out a stuttering groan of pleasure as he felt his cock throb a few times, quickly, and then, it was finally over. The gargoyle stayed inside him, perhaps savoring the moment. Alo certainly didn't mind. He was all but totally exhausted, and very bloated to the point of his belly sticking out as if he was pregnant, by their night of debauchery too. His shirt barely fit anymore, riding up over his bloated stomach. If it wasn't for the less than comfortable position, he might've taken a nap then and there, but instead, he simply relaxed a little.

The gargoyle wasn't even going soft, which he thought was impressive. Seemed like they needed more attention than they were getting. That was the problem with the lithomancers. They'd happily create a living statue with both a cock and the desire to go with it, but forget to actually provide them any relief or even a way to get it. While also making them monstrous. Alo, of course, didn't mind the latter part. He loved his bestial, demonic-looking partners in a way he'd struggle to love a human. At least on the visual level.

“You guys are insatiable, aren't you?" he laughed. No reply, of course.

No reply at all. That was a little unusual. Usually, they'd at least offer a satisfied grunt or playful growl when he talked to them. A deep rumble, maybe. But this one said nothing. And he was still rock-hard inside Alo's body despite it having been like twenty minutes.

The familiar chill of anxiety ran down Alo's spine as he realized that with how long it'd been, it was probably morning already. And if it was morning, the beast behind him was…

…he slowly reached back, and his fingers touched the smooth stone surface of how his now petrified gargoyle. Fuck!

This wasn't good. It was, in fact, terribly bad. He wiped the few drops of petrified cum off his face; thankfully, it was only a thin crust that came off easily. What was inside him would be much harder to deal with.

First things first, Alo. Get off his knot. Slowly, he told himself, drawing a couple of deep breaths to keep himself from panicking, but the thought of being caught like this was mortifying enough that he wanted to die even just imagining it. Alo gritted his teeth, flattened his hands against the floor, and began to pull. The stretch was immense and overwhelming, the gargoyle's petrified knot not yielding even slightly like it would normally. Instead, it was all up to Alo's body.

The ache was rather overbearing as he reached the thickest part of his lover's knot, his pucker stretched taut around it. He thanked his lucky stars that he was, at least, well lubricated and thoroughly warmed up, or he'd have had to stay here all day for sure. Deep breaths. You got this.

Slowly, painfully slowly, he pried himself off the knot. A fraction of an inch, then a third, painfully slowly, and eventually, he fell forward as the gargoyle's cock popped out of him with a wet sucking sound. He was left gaping, and he could feel the cool air of the attic air like a breeze inside him, which felt incredibly strange. Alo couldn't believe how heavy he felt, and getting off that cock hadn't helped at all. He had been expecting a gush of cum to escape his body and relieve some of the pressure in his belly, but it hadn't. His stomach was still inflated with the copious amounts of seed they'd pumped into him.

Wait. He'd never been in quite this situation before. Maybe gargoyle cum also turned to stone… and if so, perhaps it would be worth something, like a bezoar. He shook his head. He'd have no chance of getting it out while it was still petrified.

Alo didn't have to feel his stomach to know the answer to the first question, but he did anyway. And indeed, it felt as if he'd swallowed a boulder. That definitely wasn't going to come out before nightfall, not without magic, and he certainly wasn't going to ask the lithomancers to help. He'd just have to struggle with it while doing his daily chores.

At least he could lie about it, unlike if they'd found him still stuck to his petrified lover, had he happened to have an arm around his neck, or his hands locked around his ankles. Yeah. I just had a bit too much to eat. Indigestion, you know. Ha-ha, it's a real pain isn't it, he repeated to himself, going through all the explanations for looking pregnant and waddling around thanks to the added weight while he took the long way down the stairs. The ladder didn't seem trustworthy given he weighed some thirty to forty pounds more.

As he got back to his usual chores, Alo couldn't help but feel like everyone was staring at him. It wasn't that unusual to see people strangely transformed in a place like this, but that didn't make it feel any better. It felt like the cum-boulder in his belly weighed a ton and glowed red-hot, unmistakably signaling just what a horny idiot he was to everyone around him. The only solace was that he wore his concealing apprentice robes for work, and seeing the wizards with their own robes with the inner pockets heavy with interesting rocks wasn't too unusual, so either it was that or they simply didn't care to ask. Again, it didn't make Alo feel even a single bit less awkward. Fucking gargoyles, real smart and cool idea right there, he chided himself, despite already knowing he'd be back later.

He tried to do his task of polishing the lithomancers' practice rocks with one hand while keeping the other arm wrapped around his stomach to support it. Later, while picking up scattered material as always, he got the idea to use a wheelbarrow, stealthily using it to cart around his own overfull stomach, too. It was, certainly, a relief to have some support for it, but the embarrassment of leaning against and over it wasn't reduced in the slightest. In fact, all the while, his cheeks remained a flushed, thoroughly embarrassed red, especially when his mentor arrived to give him his next lesson in magic.

The older man glanced at Alo's stomach for several painfully long seconds, and then decided, thankfully, to not say anything. But Alo could tell he knew exactly what'd happened, and the look he gave him made him want to disappear, perhaps turn to stone himself. Now there was an idea. He'd be an embarrassment gargoyle, turning to stone when things got too awkward. It'd certainly be preferrable to whatever on earth he was doing right now, taking notes and practicing magical gestures with six gargoyles' worth of petrified sperm in his stomach.

Halfway through the lesson he realized that the cum-boulder inside him was vibrating from the force from the lithomancy being practiced all around him. It was distracting, at first, but he quickly became aware that it was somehow pressing against his prostate too, and being tugged every which way by half the spells cast in the room. Alo groaned quietly as he tried to fight the sudden waves of incredibly awkward pleasure.

“Are you feeling alright?" his mentor asked. He was just raising his hand to show Alo an easier method for moving heavy rocks.

No, no, no, don't you fucking dare, Alo thought. “Yeah, I'm okay, please continue," was what came out of this mouth.

The spell went off, and with it, an immense jolt of pleasure that shot up Alodar's spine and radiated through his whole body from his abused prostate as the stone inside him really heavily vibrated, almost throwing him off balance, but worse yet; forcing him to cum. He gritted his teeth, desperate to not make a sound as his cock unwillingly throbbed a few times in rapid succession, with a familiar embarrassing warm wetness spreading around his crotch.

But nobody said anything. Slowly, Alo got the feeling that his seniors might've tried something similar themselves, at least some of them, but not wanting to imagine his old mentor in a gargoyle gangbang, he forced those thoughts from his head and focused on both working and learning. Eventually the day came to an end and Alodar headed back up to the attic; the only place where he wouldn't have to worry about the cum inside him liquefying and gushing out.

Of course, once he'd finally made it all the way up again, Alo sat down on a discarded couch left in the attic god knows how long ago, closed his eyes, and fell asleep immediately. He was only woken up by the rustling and crackling of the thawing gargoyles gathering around him, clearly eager for seconds… and a rather soggy sensation where he was sitting from the cum that had indeed oozed out of him while he slept. Hopefully, there'd be no cum-stalactites if anything leaked through the ceiling, because cleaning those up would of course be his own job.

“Ugh. Yeah, hi guys," he spoke, standing up. “You sure put me through some stuff yesterday-“

One of them, with draconic features over most of his body, snuck up behind Alo and pressed himself against the human's exhausted body. He'd already thawed fully, but there was one part that was very hard, still. They didn't much care about Alo's ordeals, but at the same time, he was starting to get rather horny, himself. This time he'd just have to time it so he didn't get stuck with gallons of cum inside him, or worse yet, a massive cock.

Dutifully, he took his pants off, having learned no lesson at all, and pushed back against the gargoyle's draconic cock.