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Wings of a Lover Ch. 01

By: KerrBear85



This is my own personal fantasy I have put down into words. Originally, I was not at all serious about this story. It was just something I thought about in my head for years that I just thought would be cool on paper. People seem to like it, so I followed the suggestions and fixed some things here and there. I guess I should also give a warning that it is graphic in the beginning. I like non-consent sex (if you can't tell) and I always thought that it would be hot to be saved by Brooklyn in this fashion. Anyway, I will keep writing more chapters in due time. Enjoy!

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The stranger's heavy body kept Kelly pinned against the cold, brick wall. One big hand covered her mouth so she could not scream. The other hand raked up her shirt and slipped under her bra to painfully pinch and pull at her nipples. She struggled and tried to push herself away from the man. He slammed his body into hers, painfully forcing the air from her lungs. She attempted to refill her lungs but the man's hand blocked her airway. In a panic, she began to claw at the hand over her mouth as he worked at pulling down her pants and then freeing his hard cock from the restraint of his jeans. Kelly felt tears of defeat and shame slide down her cheeks as the man slowly slid his cock inside of her pussy lips. The warmth of her made the stranger grunt with pleasure and his hand lessened its grip on her mouth. 

With all her strength, Kelly pushed against his hand to free her mouth. She took in a deep breath and then let out a bone-chilling scream for help. Her rapist growled angrily, called her a fucking bitch and backed away from the wall with her pussy still locked tightly around his throbbing cock. He rammed back towards the wall causing her head to bounce off the wall and her vision to swim. She slumped helpless against the stranger as he began a rhythmic action with his hips.

Kelly accepted her defeat and gave herself to the spinning feeling in her head. She tried not to feel as the stranger's large cock messaged her wetting pussy. She ceased her struggling and her attacker's thrusts became softer. She had to withhold a whimper of pleasure and laid limply in his grasp. Her eyes drifted up towards the sky as she tried to keep her mind on other things and away from the chaos of emotions in her mind. 

She must be delusional because she thought a large, winged shadow blocked the distant twinkle of the universe. She tried to follow its path but it flew out of her range of sight and she dared not move against her rapists' grasp. 

As the man was grunting audibly in her ear and his pace was quickening with the nearness of his release, Kelly was vaguely aware that the two of them were no longer alone in the dark alley. A dark image came up behind her attacker. Bright white eyes glowed fiercely in the darkness. A massive hand gripped her attacker's shoulder. The rapist stopped pumping his hips and turned to face the entity behind them. Before he could even get his thoughts together, his body was quickly ripped away from Kelly's and was thrown nearly effortlessly into the metal trash bin that sat along the neighboring wall. 

Her body, now free from the pressure of her attacker, slumped weakly to the ground. Her pants were still to her ankles, but she was too weak and in too much shock to cover herself. Instead, she stared as the winged creature with glowing white eyes walked menacingly towards her now unconscious rapist. 

The creature lifted the man up by his neck as if the man weighed no more than that of a child. The man moaned and then came to enough to realize how dire his situation was. He struggled against the tight choke of the creature's strong, clawed hand. He tried to talk but the creature simple tightened his grasp to cut off the man's airway completely. The man gasped helplessly and struggled in midair. His cock had softened at this point but remained exposed as his jeans bunched near his ankles as he kicked helplessly. As the man's struggles began to weaken, the creature reached out and grabbed the man's balls into his free hand. He pulled and squeezed them firmly as the man yelped a choking protest.

"If I EVER catch you forcing yourself upon another woman, I will be relieving you of your weapon permanently. Do you understand me?" the creature growled in a deep, menacing voice.

The man opened his mouth to try to talk but as he was turning blue from lack of air, he simply nodded instead. The winged creature threw the man's body fifty yards away. He crashed into the pavement, slid a few feet before coming to a stop, and did not get back up again. 

Kelly feebly attempted to pull up her pants but her shaky hands would not respond to her. The creature turned his eyes on her and she felt cold fear all over again. His eyes were starting to dim, their brightness fading away to a more human appearance. He walked toward her and tucked his large, leather wings around his body. This made him appear smaller and less intimidating, but Kelly whimpered as tears of fear dampened her cheeks. 

"Are you okay?" the creature asked gently. 

He reached out to touch Kelly's shoulder. Turmoil of emotions clouded her mind. She looked into the creature's face and realized his eyes were now without light but still glinted in the moonlight. He had long, flowing white hair, deeply pointed ears, and impressive horns that swept back across his head from the heavy bridge over his eyes. His beak-like mouth and nose dominated his features. Kelly had a strong urge to reach up and stroke the creatures face to see if the beak was hard like bone. Before she could move, her mind gave up on her and reality faded to blackness. 

***

Something wet and warm touched her forehead and brushed a path along her cheek to her neckline. Her head throbbed painfully and there was a large bump at the back of her skull where her head ricocheted off the brick wall during her rape. A moan of pleasure escaped her lips as the soothing cloth repeated its path from her forehead to her neck. She carefully cracked open her eyes and saw the nearly human eyes of the winged creature gazing at her. Lines of concern wrinkled his forehead. She had an unusual urge to raise her hand and smooth them away. Instead, she forced herself to sit up but the throbbing in her head intensified. She groaned and slumped weakly back down onto the couch.

"Wow there. Take it easy," said her savior. 

Kelly looked around to assess her surroundings. It was a big, open area. Many metal beams crisscrossed at the high ceiling. The walls were simple brick but one housed a beautiful glass mural. Kelly examined the artwork and determined that they were not far from downtown in one of the high-rises on the older side of town. 

He was not alone. An older winged man stood nearby. Although this other was gray haired and showed the deep lines of age on his face, he was still muscular and looked like a formidable warrior. He was quiet but looked concerned. 

"Where am I?" Kelly finally was able to say.

"You are safe here. You need to rest some and then I can get a cab for you and you can go home," her savior replied. 

He dipped the washcloth into a bowl of clean, steaming water. Wrung it free of excess moisture and returned it to Kelly's forehead. She reached up and gently held his wrist and pushed her head into the warmth of the cloth. She breathed deeply with pleasure. The winged man gave a little smile.

"Who are you?" was her next question.

"My name is Brooklyn. And that is my dear friend, Hudson."

"Greetings, Lass. Welcome to our home," spoke the veteran.

Kelly smiled at the other creature. He seemed friendly and warm and he spoke with an accent that hinted of something old. She wondered how long these strange creatures lived for. 

She gripped both hands around Brooklyn's arm and pulled herself up a little at a time. The creature wrapped a strong arm around her shoulders and helped her into a sitting position.

Her face was inches from his. She felt his warm breath on her cheek as she rested feebly against his arm. 

"Thank you for saving me," she said softly.

"Of course, I am glad you are okay."

The next few hours consisted of Kelly regaining her strength and asking many questions about what her savior and his friend were, where they had come from, and why he had saved her. She discovered that the winged creatures were flesh and blood gargoyles. An ancient people that had spent the last thousand years cursed into a deep slumber only to be recently brought back to life by a powerful spell. Once brave warriors seasoned on the blood split many hundreds of years ago, they now busied themselves with protecting the city from crimes committed. . . Even if the people they protect have no knowing, and no interest in knowing, about their kind. 

Kelly listened carefully to their tales and asked many thoughtful questions as she sipped hot tea and her senses slowly returned to normal. This was when she suddenly realized her attacker's juices were still polluting her body and she felt an intense need to shower.

"I thank you very much for saving me and your hospitality, but I think I need to go home now," she said. 

Brooklyn nodded a silent understanding and went to pick up the cellphone that was lying on the coffee table. "I will get you a cab."

"No!" Kelly spoke suddenly. She didn't really know why, but she didn't want to be without Brooklyn's presence. She felt secure with him and she would not feel safe in a taxi. "Please. Can you take me home?"

Brooklyn looked at her for a long moment and then put down the cellphone. "Okay."

With Brooklyn's help, Kelly tried to stand. She was still a little dizzy from her concussion, but she managed to keep her balance and walk with Brooklyn's help. Within the lines of the mural lay a cleverly hidden door that the two of them exited. There was a trashcan sitting alongside the mural. It contained many sharp shards of grey stone. She picked up one of the stone pieces and examined it. Brooklyn explained that the stone shards were the shedding of the gargoyle's skin when the sun went down and they awoke from their daytime sleep as solid stone. 

"Your kind turns to stone during the day?"

"Yes. It helps us heal. We turn to stone the instant the sun appears at dawn."

"So you have never seen the sun?" Kelly asked, marveling at this reality.

Brooklyn looked out towards the east. The moon was waning and it would be daylight in a few hours. He shook his head but said nothing.

"Oh." Kelly returned the stone shard to the trash heap and walked over to where Brooklyn sat perched near the ledge. She looked down at the 40-story plunge to the city street below. There was not much traffic as it was very early in the morning. Hours passed last call at the local bars. The human world was sleeping. She realized she was very tired herself and longed for her hot shower and her cozy bed. 

"Are you ready?" Brooklyn asked her.

"Yeah. Do you have a car or something?" Kelly asked him.

Brooklyn laughed and then unfurled his wings. They were powerful and massive, easily over eight feet across. A strong bone that ended with a small, three-fingered hand supported each wing. The leather that made up his wings was thin but tough. They were a deep burgundy tint that matched the reddish hue of his skin but the backside was black as night. 

"Why would I need a car when I have these? Are you sure you don't want to take a cab?" 

Kelly swallowed when she realized that she would be flying home. Yet, she was still not comfortable being without him. 

"I'm sure," Kelly said bravely. 

Brooklyn opened his arms and Kelly stepped into them. She let her hands rest against his shoulders as the winged man looped an arm under her knees and effortlessly lifted her from her feet. 

The old gargoyle joined the two of them on the ledge. Hudson took one of her hands into his and patted it reassuringly. 

"You take it easy, lassie. Get well. It was nice to meet ye," he said.

"Yes. I hope to see you again sometime. Sorry if I caused you any trouble," Kelly said.

"No, no. It was a pleasure having you, gave me something else to do with my evening instead of watching TV all night long."

"Goodbye. Thank you again!" Kelly spoke as Brooklyn stepped up onto the ledge. She looked down at the massive drop to certain death and squeezed her arms tightly around the gargoyle's neck. 

"You'll be okay," he whispered softly into her strawberry blonde hair. 

She nodded and that's when she felt their bodies falling forward. She refused to look and closed her eyes tightly as the feeling of falling made her heart race. She hid her face deep into the muscular chest of the gargoyle. His wings made a noise like that of a sail and she felt their bodies' decent abruptly cease and there came a steady, floating feeling about her. She waited for her heart to stop racing and listened to the calm, steady beat of Brooklyn's heart. Then, she dared to look up. Brooklyn was focusing ahead. His white hair was blowing back away from his face in the gentle, summer breeze. She saw his wings catching this breeze and lifting them almost effortlessly through the air. Occasionally, he would flex the arms that supported his magnificent wings and they would lift a little higher into the air. 

"Where do you live?" Brooklyn asked a few moments later. Kelly breathed and realized she would have to look down to determine her whereabouts. She slowly and carefully looked down and saw the city pass by below her. It was difficult determining the location by looking down upon familiar streets but she could make out a few telling landmarks.

"Not far from here. I live on Washington Avenue, in the Riverwood Apartments. I'm on the 8th floor."

"Is your window open?" he asked.

Kelly was confused at first by this question then she understood. "Actually, I think it is."

They flew on in relative silence. Kelly felt amazement from her current reality. She was in the arms of a strange, winged man and flying to her apartment. Even after the ordeal of her rape, she found it easy to trust and understand this strange man. Even if it blew her mind that his kind even existed or that this was really happening. 

When they got to her apartments, Kelly told him which window belonged to her and he was able to land effortlessly on his windowsill and hop into the apartment. He gently placed her onto her feet but kept an arm around her waist to ensure that her footing was strong. Kelly looked at the concern in his eyes and it made her blush. She looked shyly down to the carpet. 

"I don't think I can thank you enough for saving me, Brooklyn. I'm glad I have met you."

"You're welcome. I'm glad I got to meet you too. I wish it was under different circumstances."

Kelly looked back up at him and smiled. Then a yawn escaped her lips.

"You need to rest."

"Yes. After my shower I will probably sleep for a long time."

"If you're alright, I have to be going now. The sun is going to rise soon and I need to be back," he explained. He then looked at her with a serious expression. "It is important that you don't tell anyone about us, Kelly. Many people would not understand and they could. . ."

Kelly reached and put a finger over the pointed muzzle that was Brooklyn's mouth. It silenced him and she took the opportunity to rub the back of her finger gently across his lips. It was firm but softer than expected to the touch. More like flesh than the hard material of a bird's beak. Brooklyn's eyes closed at her gentle caress. She withdrew her hand and smiled at him. 

"Your secret is safe with me," she said.

"Okay. . . Then, I should go," he said hesitantly. 

The gargoyle turned to leave out the window but Kelly quickly went into his arms for a hug. He wrapped his arms tightly around her and buried his long muzzle into her hair. She heard him breathe her scent in deeply. 

"Will I see you again?" she asked.

He was quiet for a moment. "I can check on you tomorrow night. Leave your window open and I'll stop by."

"Okay. . . Goodbye, Brooklyn," Kelly whispered and she released her hold on him. 

He reached up and touched her cheek. Kelly lowered her head into his talon-like hand and gazed at him. A heavy sigh escaped him and he stepped back from her. He did not say more and quickly pivoted and leaped out the window. Kelly watched his dark silhouette disappear towards the high-rises of downtown. The sky was starting to lighten. She hoped the trip would not take him long and he would get to his tower before the dawn. 

When she could no longer see his shadow, despair and disgust overcame her and she quickly hiked to the bathroom and stripped off her clothes. She threw away her filthy underwear and turned the water as hot as she could bear. Then she scrubbed her body fiercely until the water started to grow cold. She barely had the strength to dry herself and wobble to her bedroom where she collapsed, still naked, onto her bed. She wept a little there as the shock of the night began to loosen its numbing hold on her. Her pussy ached from constant scrubbing and she felt nauseous and shameful. She forced herself to block the image of her rapist from her mind. Instead, she filled her thoughts of her savior and she felt comfort in that. 

****

Kelly slept for many hours but made sure she had called her boss to let her know that she needed a sick day. Images of her attacker and the dull throb of her woman parts polluted her dreams. The winged creature also visited her sleep, and Kelly's restlessness would cease while the gargoyle embraced her as they flew amongst the stars. 

When Kelly finally awoke, the daylight was waning into the west. Her stomach growled at her angrily and her body was stiff from lying down all day. She fumbled around for something to wear and pulled on a long t-shirt but didn't bother with any underwear. 

Her cellphone was on silent while she slept and there were two messages awaiting her when she woke. One was from her boss confirming that she had received Kelly's message for a day off and asking her to get well. The other was from her best friend and co-worker who called during their lunch hour to make sure she was feeling okay. 

Kelly made her way to the kitchen and opened her fridge to find a container of leftover Chinese. She dumped the gooey mess of noodles and brown sauce onto a plate and nuked it. With a fork and the hot plate of food, Kelly slumped onto her couch and flipped on the TV. It was seven in the evening, and the sun would only be up for another hour. She wondered if the gargoyle would come and see her as he had promised. 

She had finished her meal and spent some time curled on her couch with her computer on her lap. She Googled gargoyles and read many interesting articles, even those claiming of real life sightings from all over the world. Like the Bigfoot legend, expect that Kelly was positive she did not dream her entire ordeal last night.

She had some messages on Facebook from her mother asking her how she was and if she had any dates with any potentials. She was always on her ass about finding someone and settling down. She already had her career and her apartment, but no boyfriend. The truth is, Kelly really didn't like going out much and was content in her life. Not that she wasn't interested in having a boyfriend, but they were like pets and were just an extra headache Kelly was not ready for.

The thought of being with a man made her think about her attacker. The feeling of being a rape victim was surreal to Kelly and she simply was not ready to tell anyone about what had happened. Besides, how would she of explained how she had escaped her rapists and what other events occurred last night? 

"It feels like a dream. . ." she murmured to herself.

Kelly shut her laptop and went back into her bedroom to find something more appropriate to wear for her special guest. She was strangely excited about his visit. She found herself thinking about him at every free moment, not to mention the time she spent with him in her dreams. 


Wings of a Lover Ch. 01



She dug through her closet and pulled out a sexy little crimson dress. It had delicate patterns of black roses etched throughout the soft fabric. Its color reminded her of the gargoyle. She found a matching bra and panty set from the top drawer of her dresser and slipped those on. She examined her body in the full-length mirror. She was a tall woman with a thicker build. Blonde hair with the gentle hints of red cascaded down to her shoulders and framed a pretty face with brilliant, hazel eyes. She had supple breasts supported by confident shoulders. Her hips were wide and she had the gift of thicker thighs but slim calves and ankles. She was clearly a plus-sized woman, but the lack of motherhood allowed her form to stay smooth and without the scars of pregnancy. 

Kelly pulled on her dress and gave herself a sexy look in the mirror. Shame overtook her and she looked away. She did not understand her emotions at all. Still deeply disturbed by the rape, she also longed for her savior's embrace. Even though he was male, she felt safe with him. She felt safer with him than she would with any human male. After all, a human male took her dignity and security from her. 

Kelly finished getting ready. She painted her face only slightly to give herself a glow that was no longer in her cheeks due to the ordeal she had just begun to put behind her. Then she went to the task of changing her bed sheets and pulling out a bottle of white wine from her cabinet. 

It was past nine when the wind picked up and blew her curtains into her apartment. She looked in that direction and the curtains whisked around the figure of the great-winged man. She found herself speechless as he gazed at her silently from the window. Her eyes raked over his form. She took in his being from his clawed wings to the large, powerful tail that trailed behind him. He was so alien but so human at the same time. She fought a sudden urge to go to him and collapse against his naked chest. 

"I see you're feeling better," Brooklyn said. His eyes were scrutinizing her as she had just done of him. A familiar hungry look was present there. This made her feel somewhat uneasy and she looked away.

"I am feeling much better. Thank you." 

There was an awkward silence. The gargoyle did not move from the window and Kelly did not move from her kitchen. 

"I am glad to see you are better. If all is well, I should go," Brooklyn spoke.

Kelly looked up quickly as the creature turned to leap out the window and into the air. "Wait!"

He hesitated and turned to her. "I mean, I don't have anyone to talk to about what happened. I can't tell anyone the whole story anyway. You're the only one who really knows what happened. Can you please just stay with me for a while tonight?"

A small smile played at his strange mouth. "Okay. What do you have there?" he asked and indicated toward the bottle of wine.

"Do you like Chardonnay?" Kelly asked as she lifted the bottle and pulled the cork.

"I prefer mead. It is a warrior's drink."

Kelly laughed. "This is much better than mead. Come, have a glass with me."

With filled glasses in hand, she walked over to her guest who had not moved from the window. He was nervous; Kelly could see it in his eyes and the impatient twitching of his tail. She placed a glass into his hand, gripped his heavy wrist, and led him toward the couch. She watched in fascination as he curled his wings around himself and clasped the two small hands together at his chest.

"Have you seen any good movies lately?" Kelly asked in an attempt to make conversation.

"We do not get out much. It is a different era. Humans would not accept us. The only time we can really engage with people is during your pagan holiday of Halloween or at costume parties. Otherwise, we must always hide in the shadows."

"It must be lonely in a city like this, never being able to mingle with others. I suppose most people would not take to the sight of a living, breathing gargoyle very well," Kelly mused as she sipped at her wine. 

There was a short, thoughtful silence and then Kelly asked, "Do you like movies?"

The gargoyle lifted the glass to his lips and Kelly watched with amusement as his features scrunched into an expression of perplexity. 

"Uh. Yes, I like movies. This is very good, by the way." He took another deep drink of the alcoholic beverage. 

"Mmm. What kind of movies do you like?"

He thought for a moment and said, "My favorites would have to be things with a lot of action."

Kelly laughed then. Of course this savior, this ancient warrior of the night would find action the best type of television. Brooklyn gave her a smile then and she found herself shortly lost in his gaze. She shook herself back to reality and gave him her glass of wine to hold while she went to check through her DVD collection.

She made sure she bent in his direction and her little dress revealed her long legs. She took her time and selected something she thought he would enjoy. After popping the DVD into the player, she returned to his side and drank deeply from her wine glass. 

They spoke a bit about the others in his "clan". He told her about his leader, Goliath. Brooklyn considered Goliath a great and kind leader. A leader he would die for without second-guessing. Kelly marveled at his warrior's spirit and his loyalty. Brooklyn also went on to talk about a human female that was a good friend to them. He hinted on a romantic relationship between this human and Goliath. This fascinated Kelly.

"There are no difficulties that come about with him being. . . You know. Not human?" Kelly asked shyly.

"There are not many of our kind left, not to say that their relationship only occurred because of that fact. He loves her. I think that's all that really matters to them," Brooklyn explained.

Kelly grabbed the two wine glasses and went to refill them. When she returned, Brooklyn was smiling at her. When she gave him his glass, she sank extra close to him on the couch. He let out a slight sigh of pleasure as she rested her head against his chest and pretended to watch the forgotten television.

"I thought about you all day," Kelly managed to say. "It has brought me some small peace."

"I. . . I have also had you within my thoughts. I do not really understand why I am feeling this way. You are not the first woman I have saved on these city streets. However, you are the first that has not been afraid of me."

Kelly looked up at him. She rubbed his muzzle slowly and carefully with her hand. He closed his eyes to her caress. "I trust you more than any human male at this point. You are my savior. You are my friend."

Brooklyn looped his arms around her and pulled her onto his lap. She eagerly straddled him and looked deeply into his eyes. She wanted to kiss him but had no idea how to with his unusual and inhuman features. Still, she attempted to bring her lips to the tip of Brooklyn's muzzle. She found that his lips were still soft and receiving to her kiss. She gently kissed his upper lip and then rubbed her lower lip against his. To her surprise, he dared his tongue to slip into her mouth. This instantly got her hot and she rocked her hips against his. She was delighted to feel a thickening of his cock between their clothes. 

The gargoyle broke the kiss and looked carefully at Kelly. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked huskily.

"I think so. I mean, my body and my heart are both saying yes. I ache for you."

Brooklyn smiled and unraveled his wings so that he could wrap them around Kelly like a warm, protective blanket. She shuddered in this new type of hug and sank in total defeat against her gargoyle lover. He licked her neck and nibbled possessively at her ear as she breathed in the odd, musky smell of him. Then, without notice, he placed his large, talon hands on her ass and lifted her effortlessly into the air. 

"Where is the bedroom?" he asked.

"That way," she said with a giggle and pointed in the direction of the bedroom door.

He quickly carried her into the room and lay with her on the bed. He flared his wings to either side of him and Kelly brushed her hands possessively down his chest, feeling each hard curve that was there. His hands got busy pushing up the hem of her dress. Kelly sat up and slipped the dress over her head. The gargoyle admired her supple body decorated for him in the lacy, red bra and panty. Then he reached behind her as he kissed her deeply and unhooked the clasps that contained her breasts. Once they were free, he rubbed each nipple with a clawed thumb until they were little skyscrapers. He worked her neckline with his tongue and traced a path down to each nipple, which he then suckled gently. Kelly lay back against her pillows and moaned with pleasure at his touch. 

As he worked with his mouth, his hands hooked around the elastic of her panties and he tugged them to her knees. Kelly lifted her ass a little so he could maneuver them off her body. Careful of his claws, Brooklyn rubbed her hardening clit with his fingers until she was groaning and bucking her hips against his hand. 

"I want to taste you," he whispered from her breasts. 

He licked her stomach, dipped into her bellybutton, and then he kissed the fuzzy patch that decorated her pussy. She spread her legs for him and her clit throbbed with anticipation as he gently parted her lips and slipped his tongue up and down her slit. He ate her juices up greedily and then took her hard clit between his lips. He suckled it as he had her nipples and Kelly moaned in ecstasy into the pillow. He spent a great amount of time there and in no time had Kelly panting, groaning and bucking her hips madly. He brought her to orgasm twice as he suckled her throbbing clit and lapped hungrily at her juices.

The gargoyle sat on his knees, his great wings flexing behind him, and he gazed lustfully at Kelly as she sat somewhat dazed and naked before him. She reached for his belt and unclasped the brass restraint that held up his attire. When he was relieved of his clothes, she marveled at his huge, throbbing cock. It was easily 10 inches long and she could not close her fingers around his girth. His foreskin only slightly covered the glistening tip of the head. 

She eagerly shifted herself lower on the bed and pulled the foreskin back to expose his head completely. She licked the tip clean of his pre-cum and kissed it while her hazel eyes locked passionately onto his. He grunted with satisfaction as she pushed the head of his penis past her kiss and down her throat. She could not take half of his cock but she moved quickly and wetly up and down his shaft with her mouth. One of her hands massaged his heavy, large balls while the other stroked up and down his cock. She absolutely adored uncut cock, and she had a great time playing with and watching the foreskin envelope and then expose the dark crimson head of his cock. 

She drank his sticky, sweet pre-cum and practiced taking more and more of his huge cock into her throat. She shoved it as far down her throat as she could comfortably manage and Brooklyn gently pushed at her head to keep her there while he pulsed his cock against the squeeze of her throat. Kelly gagged and withdrew him from her mouth. Then she spit on his cock and messaged him quickly with her hand.

Her clit tingled with desire and she found herself rubbing her clit with her free hand as she busied herself eating and stroking the gargoyle's manhood. Brooklyn surprised her by moving his tail up to stroke her inner thigh. Kelly grabbed the fat tail tip in her hands and moved it over and all around her clit. Tickling herself with it, she moaned against his cock and he closed his eyes and made a strange and lusty growling noise from deep in his throat. She moved his tail closer to her entrance and shifted slightly. The gargoyle flexed his tail and shoved the tip into her wet, warm pussy. Kelly yelp in surprise and giggled a bit on his cock as Brooklyn wiggled his tail around in her wet pussy. 

Brooklyn made more of the growling sounds and Kelly made many more moans as he tickled her pussy with his tail and she gagged down his monstrous cock. He then suddenly withdrew his tail from her and pushed her back away from him. He placed himself between her thighs and ran his hands possessively up and down her thick legs. 

"I want you, Kelly," he said thickly before locking his lips against hers. 

He snaked his tongue in and out of her mouth while he pushed his hips forward and eased his cock into her warmth. He moved very slowly and Kelly groaned and squeezed her eyes closed at his huge invasion. When he was completely inside her, he stood perfectly still. Kelly relaxed on him and gripped onto his firm, powerful arms. She practiced squeezing and releasing his cock with the muscles of her pussy. Brooklyn groaned with pleasure as she hugged him in this special way and then slowly started to rock her. When she was hot and ready for his pounding, she moved in the opposite direction of him so that their hips would meet with greater force. Soon, the apartment was filled with a loud, wet slapping sound as Brooklyn's heavy balls slapped somewhat painfully on the ass checks of his human lover.

Then, without notice, the gargoyle grabbed hold of his human female and flipped over with her firmly in his grasp. They never fully parted and he kept his cock deeply imbedded in her while they switched positions. Once on top, Kelly sat up on her hunches and leaned back so that she could rest her hands and her weight on her lover's legs. Then she lifted and dropped her hips onto his massive cock. The gargoyle whimpered and ran his hands up to clutch at her thick belly and breasts as she waved and mesmerized him with her movements. 

When she began to slow a little from the effort of being on top, the gargoyle wrapped his tail around her waist and helped lift her up and down on his cock. He felt wonderful and Kelly was moaning between gasps of air. Sweat dripped off her brow and added to the pool of sweat that had formed on her gargoyle's rippled chest. She was getting close to release again and from the dazed look and growling sounds, Brooklyn was nearing as well.

He flipped her over to missionary again and held her hands firmly to either side of her head. Kelly was too close to release to care. She received a pounding with a ferocity she had never before received from any lover. He slammed into her hard, his balls spanking her painfully with each thrust. Her muscles contracted and spasmed on his fat cock as she momentarily left her body in a wave of pure ecstasy. She was only barely conscious of his release. 

His eyes shined with a brightness that lit the room and he let out a tremendous roar that shook the walls of the entire apartment. He slammed fiercely into her one last time, his cock growing painfully in size before he filled her with his hot seed.

He slumped against her body and breathed heavily as his cock softened inside of her. She gave his cock gentle hugs and he shuddered with each squeeze. When only the head of his cock remained inside of her, he sat up a bit so that he could kiss her one last time and pulled his cock from her. He shuttered from this and Kelly felt a wash of hot cum dribble down her ass crack and pool onto the covers. Brooklyn slumped beside her on the bed, breathing hard and covered in sweat. 

Kelly watched him and carefully shifted herself into his wing. Brooklyn made a small noise in his throat, looped that wing around her, and held onto her shoulder weakly with the wing hand. She rested her head on his shoulder and waited for his heartbeat to return to normal.



Wings of a Lover Ch. 02



As I've decided to keep this story going, I spent some time in this chapter developing my characters. There isn't a whole lot of hot and heavy in this chapter, but there is a nice shower scene. :) Enjoy. 

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Kelly placed the last stack of documents into the "finished" box next to her manager's cubical. Her manager looked up at Kelly, gave a charming smile, and mouthed a "thank you" before continuing her customer call. On her way back to her own three walled cave, Kelly stopped to say hello to her best friend, Tammie. 

"You seem to be feeling a lot better," Tammie noted.

"Yes. That day off really helped a lot," Kelly said.

"As you're feeling better and it is Friday night, do you want to go out tonight?"

Kelly thought for a moment. She had discussed possible plans with Brooklyn and she was extremely excited to see him again. Still, he would not be available until full dark and she was interested in visiting with Tammie. 

"Okay, but it will have to be a little earlier in the evening. I have plans."

Tammie's eyebrows shot up. Four years of friendship and she had rarely seen Kelly give much of a thought to men. Sure, she went on dates here and there, but they were rare and usually only happened if Tammie or her mother set her up with someone they thought she would enjoy. The thing was, nobody ever seemed to spark an interested in Kelly's meticulous heart.

"I want all the juicy details after work! Don't you dare think you're going to get out of telling me who this 'date' is," Tammie said with a wag of her finger in Kelly's direction.

Kelly laughed. "Whatever, Tam-Tam. I'll meet up with you after our shift is over."

A few hours later and the women sat together at the bar sipping at their mixed cocktails and enjoying a light appetizer. Kelly said she didn't want dinner because of her date and Tammie made a comment about being dateless herself for a change. 

Being without a male counterpart was somewhat unusual for Tammie, who was an attractive woman in her 30's. She had a teenaged daughter at home and was divorced, but she always found time for enjoying her freedom and the men that came with it. 

"So, who is this man? Is that why you were sick yesterday?" Tammie said with a chuckle.

"No, I actually really wasn't feeling very good, but he made me feel a whole hell-of-a lot better. His name is Brooklyn."

Tammie looked at her and shook her head. "Brooklyn? Is he a gangster or something?" she asked. 

"What? No! He's definitely not a gangster. He's just. . . Different."

"Different, huh? Well, where did you meet this 'different' man."

Kelly sipped thoughtfully at her colorful drink. She knew this question was going to come up and she had to create a clever tale that would be convincing enough for her friend to believe.

"I met him at the park not far from home. I was going for a walk and I kind of bumped into him," she lied.

"The park? He must be pretty amazing if he's gained your attention for more than one date." "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Kelly asked, annoyance in her voice. There were times that she believed her mother was conversing with her best friend, but she never had any solid proof of it. 

"Chill. It's just that I have hooked you up a hundred times with very good looking men that have great careers and would be perfect for you, but you have never given any of these guys the time of day."

Kelly gave Tammie a knowing smile. "Trust me, it isn't my day I am giving this man."

"So what then? Are you just sleeping with the guy? I didn't think that was something you did." Kelly thought about the wonderful night she had spent with her winged lover. She thought about his husky voice as he whispered his desires into her ear, thought about his beautifully inhuman physic, and thought about the protective manner in which he guarded over her when she dozed off while wrapped warmly in his wings. She blushed a bit and her entire lower half throbbed painfully with a carnal and distinctive need. 

Conscious of her crimson color, and her friend's smirk, Kelly grabbed her glass and drank from it quickly while diverting her eyes to the ancient tin advertisements that decorated the bar's walls. When she risked putting her now emptied glass to the table and looked at Tammie, the woman was already gathering her things to depart for the evening.

"I think it's a good thing that you've found someone to enjoy. It's about damn time! Listen, I don't want to pressure you into giving me all the juicy details but I do want to make sure you're happy and you're sure this guy is worth sharing your bed with. Unless you're really great at keeping those kinds of secrets from your best friend, you haven't been intimate with any of your other dates. So he must really be special and we all have needs that must be met," Tammie said.

When Kelly began her employment at the insurance agency, Tammy took her under her wing and showed her the ropes. She explained the complex social ladder that resides at the core of all businesses ran almost purely on the emotions and thoughts of women. She was also frank with her but understanding. It was terribly difficult for Kelly not to spill the entire truth, but something within her knew that no matter how understanding Tammy was, she was not ready to absorb the reality of it. Plus, she had made a promise to her lover that she could not betray.

"I just want to make sure he's the right one before I start really falling for him," Kelly said simply as she gathered her own belongings. 

The two women walked in thoughtful silence to the front door. It was a quarter past eight and the night crowd, eager to drink away a week's worth of slave labor, was starting to fill up the joint. Once they were outside, Kelly noted the setting sun. It was well into September and the nights were coming quicker by the day. This meant more time available to those who slept in the daylight hours. 

Tammie embraced her friend in a welcoming but firm hug. "Just make sure he takes care of you." "Oh, I'm not worried about that."

"Mmm. You should always worry about that," Tammie said as she pulled away from her friend. 

"True. I will keep in touch this weekend, okay?" "Yes, do. I want to know more about this Brooklyn fellow."

"I'm sure you do!"

The two parted ways and Kelly rushed down the street to her apartment. She pushed the button on the elevator five times in desperate irritation until it dinged and slid open. She wanted to shower and get things prepared. Plus, she needed to order something for dinner. She hoped he liked Greek. 

In her apartment, Kelly was already on the phone with Pita City ordering up a couple of gyros for pick up. She stripped off her heels and threw them into the closet next to the door along with her purse. After hanging up the phone, she went to her window to throw it open. She scanned the skies but it was still twilight and she doubted the gargoyles had awakened from their stone slumber. Quickly, she rushed to the bathroom and stripped off her clothes. The last thing she wanted to be in when he arrived was her brown slacks and pheasant-top that smelled of the office. 

The water was warm and soothing. Kelly moaned audibly and put her head back so that the warmth could travel down all of her Chakras. Once warm and feeling good, she grabbed her loffah and got to scrubbing. She watched the suds cascade down her voluptuous breasts and waterfall over her peaking nipples. She rubbed each of them rock hard and squeezed them between her fingers. She could not believe how incredibly turned on she had been all day. She pussy was slick with her juices that had collected there during her long day of saucy thoughts. She rubbed them away with the soapy loffah and opened up her lips to let the hot water lick her slit clean. She moaned and brought her hand down to rub the nub as she let the water dance over her body. 

"I can help you with that," came a deep voice from beside her.

Kelly gave a jump and a gasp as she looked quickly to the corner of the shower curtain to find Brooklyn's smiling face. His eyes, glued to the water show at her chest, had a glossy look of desire in them. Kelly noted the distinctive bulging at his pants. She shyly turned away from him and attempted to hide her breasts.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to intrude," Brooklyn said when she withdrew from him. 

He went to close the curtain and exit the bathroom when Kelly quickly reached out and grabbed his heavy hand. 

"No. I'm just not use to the attention, is all," Kelly explained. 

She moved closer to him and moved his hand so that his palm could rest on her wet skin. She moved his heavy hand from her shoulder down to her left nipple. It was easily the size of a thumb tip and she used its steel-hardness to message the center of his hand. She watched as his eyes nearly closed and he swallowed a heavy ball of desire. She moved his hand even lower letting the sharp talons whiten the skin of her vulnerable stomach. She stopped leading him when she got to her garden and smiled at him.

"It would be great if you helped me wash up," she said silkily. 

Brooklyn did not withdraw his hand. Instead, he moved it between her thighs and forced Kelly to open her legs a bit so that he could get to her hidden jewel. With his free hand, he worked feverishly at relieving himself from his clothes. He stepped into the shower without stopping the rotation of his fingers on her growing clitoris. He opened his wings a little so that she could lean against him and moan into his shoulder.

Once her clit was pulsing and hard and her slit once again slick with her juices, he moved his hands around her waist to cup her ass. His hard member pushed against her lower belly as Kelly was forced against the cold tiled wall of the shower. Brooklyn lifted her so that her hips rested against his. She felt his cock slide between her lips and stroke her clit. Groaning, Kelly rocked against him and their mouths touched. His kiss was needy but passionate and it made Kelly's heart race with excitement. She felt herself gushing as he grew in size and motioned more urgently against her. 

With his hands still tightly holding onto her bottom, he shifted her weight a little higher on his hips so that her angle matched his nicely. He moved forward and she felt his hard cock slide past her clit and plunge into her excited entrance. She gasped with the sudden fullness of him and he grunted with the satisfaction of her warmth. 

Resting her head on the top of his muzzle, Brooklyn worked up the intensity of his thrusts. He lowered his muzzle to lick at her breasts as Kelly slipped up and down on the wet tile wall. She was moaning audibly as her womanhood buzzed with pleasure at his invasion. She easily reached a heightened sense of her being and sung with orgasm into the echo of the shower. Brooklyn growled possessively as he came violently inside of her.

Releasing his grip on her ass, she slid down to the tub floor but was not released from his hold. He wrapped his wings completely around her and she heard the water of the shower bead off the leather. He nuzzled her neck as he attempted to regain his breath and Kelly kissed his shoulder.

After washing the sex from their bodies, they exited the shower. Brooklyn did not remove his gaze from her as she dried herself with the towel. She blushed fiercely but managed a smile at him. With her towel wrapped tightly around her, she attempted to shimmy around him and out of the bathroom. He moved aside, but gripped the towel in his grasp and pulled it from her body.

"Hey!" Kelly complained. 

She went to grab the towel from his grasp but he moved it out of her reach and said, "I want to look at you."

He had a serious expression in his eyes, a predatory look that frightened Kelly a little. She avoided his gaze but did not attempt to grab at the towel again. She left the bathroom and walked into her bedroom, Brooklyn followed closely behind her. He made himself comfortable on her bed while Kelly dug through her things to find something to wear. She tried not to make eye contact with the gargoyle, but his gaze was piercing and watchful. 

"Are you hungry?" Kelly asked as she tugged on a silky thong. She risked a glance in his direction and immediately wished she had chosen her words differently.

"I will be in a moment. You are delicious."

Laughing, Kelly quickly hiked on a denim skirt and found a cute top. When she bent to grab her boots from the closet, she felt the gargoyle's hands move up her thigh and push up her skirt to expose the soft bulb of her ass. She reeled with sudden desire at his delicate touch, but pretended that he was not there. 

After tugging on her boots, she faced him and gave him a gentle kiss. She was becoming better at kissing his strange, inhuman mouth. It was starting to feel more natural to her every time and her heart always pitter-pattered when she did. 

"I ordered from Pita World. I hope you like Greek," she said.

"I like you. Are you Greek?" he asked coyly.

She laughed and pushed away from him. "No, stop! The gyros should be ready by now. We should go. What are we doing tonight, anyway?"

"I want to show you the city," he replied.

Kelly laughed. "I live in this city. What can you possibly show me that I haven't seen before?" "You'll see."

The two of them finished getting ready and Kelly went to the door. Brooklyn headed towards the open window. "We aren't taking my car, are we?"

"Why should we?" he asked. "Look, if you're going to be my mate, you have to get use to the flying."

Kelly's heart jumped into her throat. Not only because of the fear from the height and the flying, but also because of him claiming her to be his mate. She was not sure what that meant to a gargoyle. Were they just lovers or did this mean something more to him? She would have to find out soon, she would have to set that record straight.

"Okay, but don't do anything crazy."

She went to him and he stooped to pick her up effortlessly into his arms. Hoping onto the window ledge, Kelly looked down at the city six stories below. She felt the same sense of vertigo as she had the first time she was on the ledge of a high rise in the arms of the winged man. The sensation of falling forward and the two of them were racing towards the ground. The loud sound of wings catching wind and their decent ceased and they glided a hundred feet over cars and people.

The two traveled to a dark alley near Pita City. Brooklyn stayed in the shadows as Kelly ran in to grab their dinner and return. This time, Brooklyn did not pick her up but indicated that she would have to piggyback their way up the side of the building.  

"You cannot take off from the ground, can you?"

"No, but just hang tight and we'll be tall enough to take off again."

Kelly felt a new fear as she linked her hands tightly around Brooklyn's neck. They began their ascent to the top of the building. Her breathing quickened and she did not dare to look below them. Brooklyn detected her stress and eased his tail up to be wrapped around her. Although she doubted the tail would act anything like a safety rope, it calmed her and gave her a sense of security. 

"This will get easier with time, I promise," he assured her. 

"Was it frightening for you when you first learned how to fly?" she asked.

"Yes. We didn't have nearly as many high places back then as you do in this city. We took off from cliff edges mostly. These were sheer drops to a jagged river bottom. When I was too small to fly, the hatchery mothers would take each of us on flights to get us use to it. We watched how it was done and we each practiced strengthening our wings and building confidence close to home with smaller cliffs. It does take time, but the fear passes. You must learn to trust your wings."

"But, they aren't my wings to trust," Kelly said.

Brooklyn did not respond to this as they reached the roof of the building. He leaned over and picked her up again before taking flight. Kelly was already beginning to feel more secure in his arms. Kelly tried hard not to watch the ground below her. She focused instead on the moon lite sky and the few stars she could see against the blaring lights of the city. Her lover would occasionally look down at her and give her a warm, reassuring smile. Kelly snuggled comfortably into his hold. 

"You should look below. You think you have seen the entire city? You haven't from this view," he said. 

Slowly, Kelly risked a look from around Brooklyn's supporting arm. Her hair blew back from her eyes and she gasped in wonderment at what was below. Town Square, hundreds of feet below them, glistened with LCD lights of all colors. Cars and people moved about in a chaotic dance of order. She knew that this kind of energy was noisy, yet from the rooftops of the mighty buildings, she heard only the wind and the leathery song of Brooklyn's wings in motion. 

"Your world is beautiful, Brooklyn," she breathed as they moved away from the lights and sounds of the city and headed towards the East River. 

"I think your world is amazing as well. It has changed so much. I wish I could take you to a movie or go to one of those dance clubs and have a drink with you."

Kelly was silent at this. She detected the sadness in Brooklyn's voice and pulled herself closer against his chest. His arms hugged her to him as they neared the Brooklyn Bridge. 

Once on top the iconic bridge, Brooklyn put Kelly to her feet and took a seat at the edge, his talon feet hanging over without a hint of fear. Somewhat disorientated at the extreme height of this amazing feat of human architecture, Kelly seated herself heavily in the center of the structure and well away from the edge. She grabbed her bag that housed their evening meal and passed Brooklyn his gyro. 

The two ate in relative silence. They watched the city lights reflect off the river and the cars parade below them. With a full stomach, Kelly let out a content sigh and stretched herself flat onto the cold stone. She watched the red, white, and blue as she waved beautifully at the moon. Kelly was tired, it had been a long day at work and she had not had a decent night's rest for many evenings now. She granted that reality to having a lover who only could be seen once the sun went down. Eyelids becoming heavy, she was vaguely aware that Brooklyn had moved up next to her. He laid a warm hand onto her stomach and encircled her with his heavy arm.

"If you need a night worth of sleep, all you need is ask."

"It complicates things, doesn't it?"

"What? Our schedules?"

"Not just that. I mean, you said yourself you wish you could do things with me that human men could."

"Ah, that. It would be nice to do those things with you, yes. But I still think I can show you amazing things."

"Yes. You are an amazing man, Brooklyn. I'm happy with you and think about you often. That's some of the problem," Kelly said. 

She felt Brooklyn's hand slyly making its way lower to the hem of her shirt. She gasped when his talons touched her soft flesh.

"Kelly, I know we are just learning about each other, but I have wanted and waited for someone for a very long time. I am fortunate to have finally found you. I may not be a human man, but I know I can love you and make you happier than any human could."

Kelly tensed at those three cursed words. She was not at all ready to be loved by anyone. She certainly wasn't ready to love in return. Yet, her heart surged in her chest at his words and her thighs trembled with a deep, passionate desire that she had never felt before. She rubbed them anxiously with her hands.

"I. . . I don't know if I'm ready to love. I don't really know how or what to expect and this is all really new to me. And I have to take into consideration that you aren't a human man. I think that we both need to consider this reality before we make a mistake."




Wings of a Lover Ch. 02



Brooklyn sat up and looked seriously at her. His was a gentle, loving stare. He kissed Kelly. His lips were softer and more tender than his previous kisses. The urgency was no longer in them but she knew his desire was only momentarily leashed. 

"Real love is never easy. It is not easily obtained, nor is it easily maintained. But it's real and we have it. I will be there for you always. I cannot walk away from you even if I wanted to. Our species mates for life."

Kelly's eyes widened at this and she pushed away from him. "What? You mate for life? What the hell does that even mean?"

"We choose a mate and we stick with them until death forces us otherwise."

Her head reeling, Kelly pushed herself into a sitting position and slid far away from the gargoyle. She stared hard at the cars that zoomed below but saw only panic in their glaring red and white lights.

"I know it's hard for you to trust, Kelly. After the attack and all. . ."

"It isn't from the attack. Maybe I'm happy being alone? Maybe I don't want to 'mate for life'. Maybe I liked being my own person and living my own life."

Brooklyn let out a sigh that was heavy with pain. Kelly felt like she had just committed murder but was too prideful to tear her stubborn gaze from the traffic. Suddenly, she was struck from behind and her body fell from the bridge.

A horrified scream erupted from deep inside her throat as she twisted in the air, frantically clawing at nothingness. One of her flailing hands struck Brooklyn's solid frame and he grabbed that hand and pulled her into his grasp. She breathed a sigh of relief until she realized that his wings were not catching the breeze. With eyes glowing their angry white glare, he kept his wings angled and tight to his body. They were falling towards certain death.



Wings of a Lover Ch. 03



"You must learn to trust, Kelly! You must let your guard down so that you can open your wings and soar!" The gargoyle's raspy voice could barely be heard over the whistle of the wind as they sped towards the surging black hell of the East River. 

Kelly screamed again and began digging her finger nails into the hard flesh of the gargoyle. She stared down at the river's dark waves as one reared up with a white, foamy mouth, ready to consume them. Droplets of cold water touched her warm skin and she let out one last pitiful moan before closing her eyes and waited for her icy, wet death. 

The winds changed and she looked to find Brooklyn's wings wide open. The glow was no longer in his features but he still carried a sternness within them.

Trembling, Kelly closed herself off from the world again and swallowed the taste of horror that tainted her tongue and pushed at the back of her throat. She tried to calm her nerves but this was only replaced by an intense anger.

Once they reached the shoreline, Brooklyn landed on the grassy embankment and put Kelly down. Her legs wobbled a bit but she forced herself to walk swiftly away from the winged man. 

"Kelly, are you upset?" he asked.

Kelly's ire only surged more at this stupid question. She did not give him an answer but forced herself to walk faster.

Brooklyn came after her. He was hunched down and walked oddly with his hands. This allowed him a slight hop and he moved quicker in this way.

"I was only trying to show you that you can always trust me. That my wings are your wings. That you have nothing to fear from me."

"You sure have a real fucked up way of showing that. That little stunt might work on a woman who has wings and is use to being in the air, but I'm a human, remember? My species is meant for the nice, solid ground. Not to be pushed from a bridge!"

They were approaching the lighted roadway, a place that Brooklyn could not safely follow. There was a small club across the street. Yellow taxis waited for intoxicated customers to exit the bar. She made her way towards one of them.

Before she could reach the street lamp's beam of light, Brooklyn reached out and grabbed her hand. Kelly tried to yank herself away but he held fast and pulled her closer to him. He gripped both her shoulders and looked hard into her eyes.

"I did not mean to harm you. I am very sorry, Kelly. That is the way we teach new fliers how to trust themselves in the sky. I just wanted to show you that I will always catch you."

His eyes were pleading and sincere. Kelly felt the desire to collapse into his arms and feel his leather wings envelop her, but her mind spoke against it. Her mood allowed her mind to win and she shook her head and pushed away from the gargoyle.

"I need time to think about all this before it becomes overly complicated for either of us."

Brooklyn's wings dropped with his shoulders. Kelly did not look back at him as she entered the light and crossed the street to the waiting taxi. She slid into the back seat and gave the driver her address. 

"Hard night?" the driver asked as he steered the vehicle into traffic. 

Kelly heard what she thought was a mournful cry of a creature and looked up into the star filled night to see the dark silhouette of a gargoyle.

"Just a complicated one."

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Kelly spent her Saturday catching up on missed Zs and engrossing herself into research of gargoyles and their history. She cradled a cup of warm coca, sipping it as she scrolled through her search results. 

Her computer's speakers hummed with the spicy, electronic buzz of her favorite band. She thought about Brooklyn and what kind of music he liked. Did gargoyle's have a type of musical culture all their own? There was so much she didn't know about his species. She absorbed what little she could find off the international information speedway. 

"Hmm, interesting," she murmured as she double clicked a blue hyperlink. 

"Relationships between humans and gargoyles are not unheard of. These winged demons have been casting spells over unfortunate and innocent humans since the dawn of history. With David Xanatos and his involvement with awakening a number of these blood-thirsty monsters, it was only a matter of time before these beasts began to take human sex-slaves right here in New York City. These following photographs prove that the gargoyles can manipulate innocent human women into becoming sexually active with them."

Kelly scrolled further down the page and studied a provocative picture of a very large gargoyle kissing a small, black haired woman. His hands were cupping her ass tightly and she had her hands caressing the deep, sculptured muscles of this great beast. Kelly felt a sudden stirring between her legs and she shook her head of the desire that tingled at the edges of her mind. 

"Legend tells of abominations being born between humans and gargoyles, but because this is a curse against God and nature, these horrible half-lings rarely survive and are known to cause extreme complications with the pregnancy. An impregnation from a gargoyle is a death sentence to human females. 

Gargoyle semen is also poisonous and causes human females to slowly lose their minds and their ability to function normally. It is an addictive substance but the more human females partake in fornication with these winged demons, the sicker and more confused they become. 

If you have any sightings or suspect a family member may be under the powerful spell of these demons, please don't hesitate to contact us. We are professional gargoyle hunters and are actively seeking ways of eliminating these monsters from our city." 

~The Illuminati

"Maybe that's why I'm feeling so strongly for him," thought Kelly. "Maybe he's put a weird spell on me and I'm not thinking normally."

Kelly clicked on the website's gallery and scanned through the photographs. She was surprised that she saw pictures of Brooklyn. He would need to see these the next time she saw him. He and his family was being hunted and it was not safe that these photographs were available to the whole world. Especially because they made him look like a monster. Many of them were of him holding humans roughly by their throats or flinging them into nearby items. He looked angry, powerful, and incredibly sexy.

She felt herself tingle with pleasure and found herself absentmindedly rubbing her clit through her cotton pants. She thought of the other night and how upset she had made the creature. His actions were not acceptable to her, but she liked the idea of him protecting her. He was strong and his emotions for her seemed sincere. But then again, he had spilled his supposed "magical" seed inside of her a few times already. If these gargoyle hunters knew anything about these night creatures, than perhaps they would know of a cure to how she was feeling? If a cure was something she wanted at all. 

She scrolled further down the page and found a picture of the red gargoyle on the back of a motorcycle. His star-white hair blazed behind him and he was smiling broadly. Kelly touched her laptops screen and traced the gargoyles smiling muzzle. She wished she could see him. To taste his mouth against hers and feel his hard cock pressed against her as they were lip locked. She had not felt this turned on in ages. A deep, burning urge throbbed from inside of her. 

She shut her laptop and went into her bedroom. Quickly, she stripped off all her clothes and pulled at her hard nipples as she went through her closet looking for her special pink bag filled with toys. She had not dug her fun bag out of the closet for months and finally found it under piles of miscellaneous items. 

With the bag opened up in front of her, she scrounged through the contents and pulled out one of her favorite dildos. She studied it and smiled when she realized it was the closest thing she had in resemblance to her gargoyle's cock. 

She also pulled out a small tickler and laid back onto her bed, spreading her legs wide. She pulled back her velvet soft lips and rubbed the vib slowly up and down her hard clit. She gasped as the toy pulsed her sensitive button. The favorite dildo she licked and shoved into her mouth as her other hand moved the tickler in a quick pace up and down until she became slippery.

When her juices had started flowing, she sat up and shaped her pillows into a long, rectangular shape. She positioned her dildo so that the pillows would hold it upright. She got down and pushed the toy past her lips again, tasting the plastic and the faint hint of her past juices from previous play times. Bobbing her head up and down the toy, she felt it's veins and bumps slide across her pouting mouth. When the plastic male was slick and her pussy could no longer wait for penetration, she straddled her makeshift man and pushed her pussy onto the toy. 

She groaned excitedly, her womb begging to feel the shaft thrust to the very core of her. Slow at first, Kelly eased her wet cunt up and down the shaft. She moaned softly and pumped her ass in a playful way while feeling the toy rise with her tight muscles and then drop back down when she released them. 

Sitting up on her hunches, the horny human female bounced with more earnest. She imagined the feeling of the gargoyle's shaft filling her up, him twitching and rocking inside of her. The toy could not go deep enough, could not go hard enough. She wanted to slam onto her night demon's cock so hard that it hurt. To try and relieve the unreachable itch that was driving her mad with love and desperation. 

She felt herself nearing the edge and she allowed her sounds of pleasure to escape her lips. Eyes closed tight, she visualized her fantasy and her body sang in ecstasy at the physical, emotional, and fantastical game she played with herself. 

Finally, she felt herself rise and fall like the waves of an ocean. Released momentarily from the physical realm, she floated with the stars.

A cold, fierce hand cupped around her mouth and she felt her body being pulled violently from her bed. Kelly felt herself fall back into herself and she snapped her eyes open in alarm and tried to scream, but the hand around her mouth would not allow any sound.

"Shhhh, I'm not going to hurt you," said a male voice.

Kelly twisted and kicked but her struggles were futile as his strength was amazing and he held her close to his chest so she could not get leverage. 

Craning her neck, Kelly caught a glimpse of her captor, he wore a black mask with three, dark red slashes across it. He was protected with a type of light cloth armor and was packing heat in the forms of handguns and knives. This frightened Kelly more and she began to struggle harder.

"Stop!" the man said more sternly as Kelly used all her momentum to try and get an elbow into the man's groin.

Her attacker evaded her and quickly wrestled her into the living room. Kelly kicked at anything she could touch. She tried to loop her leg around the door frame but he just tugged on her harder and she was bruised and torn from the room. He drug her to the living-room where, to her horror, two more men in black masks were waiting. They crossed the room and one of them put a gag into her mouth. Tears slipped through rage filled eyes as the three men moved quickly to tie her hands and feet together. 

"Good work, men," said the first man who had grabbed her. "She certainly is a plucky one."

"And a naughty one at that," one of the others commented, his greedy eyes stealing images of Kelly's naked and hog-tied body. 

"Well, that's the demon's doing, I'm sure," said the first man. He leaned closer to Kelly so he could look her more squarely in the face. "Feels like a sensation that doesn't go away, doesn't it? Like you can't get that cock to go in deep enough? Like you need that hard cock all the way inside of your very being?"

Kelly's eyes widened in sudden realization. This was the Illuminati. They knew about her and Brooklyn. They knew what she was feeling. They knew everything!

The men laughed. "It's okay, sweetheart, we're going to make you feel normal again. After we capture your winged lover, of course," cooed the first man.

Kelly glared coldly at the man. They were going to use her to capture Brooklyn. Would they kill him? Was she really possessed by him? Did she care if they killed him? Would they really free her when they had him? Why were they doing this to her then? She didn't trust them. . .

The first man smiled down at her and pulled out a needle. Kelly's eyes widened in sudden fear, she breathed fast through her nose and tried to worm her way away from the man but the other two simply put a booted foot down on her so she could no longer move. 

"Shhhh, it's okay, honey. This is just going to make your trip a little more relaxing."

Kelly felt the sting of the needle go into her pale and exposed rump. There was a burning sensation as the liquid rushed into her veins. She felt herself become very light and heavy all at the same time. Her racing heart slowed and her vision blurred to darkness. 



Wings of a Lover Ch. 04



Thought it would be fun to switch gears and run this from Brooklyn's perspective. A little longer chapter for the long wait. Enjoy!

The sun sank below the horizon forcing the air to shift with the kiss of night. It breathed life into listless stone, causing it to weaken and crack. Brooklyn felt himself awakening from a dreamless existence and shook himself of his daytime skin. 

He opened his wings and posed himself for flight. He had no interest in sticking around the clock tower or patrolling the city streets for criminals. He could not shake the human from his thoughts and he felt awful for frightening her the night before. He wanted to talk to her. To see her and touch her soft, white skin. 

"Where are you going?" Goliath's powerful voice called out before Brooklyn could drop.

"I have business to attend too," he replied but turned and looked at his leader.

Goliath had his large arms crossed over his chest. He raised an eyebrow. "You have gone for the last few nights, what is it that is so important?"

Brooklyn sighed and lowered his wings. "Is there an issue with me going?"

"Nooo. Should there be an issue?"

"Look, I have been, er, working on something. Something very important. When the time is right, I'll explain it to you."

"Can I at least know where it is you're going? I am just concerned about you. We all are concerned, Brooklyn. What if something happened?"

"What is this? I'm not a hatchling." Brooklyn glared. 

"I know that. . ." Goliath let out a long sigh. "If you don't want to talk about it, it isn't my business to pry. Enjoy your evening."

Goliath turned and walked off. Brooklyn's hatchery brothers, Broadway and Lexington, eyed him with curiosity. 

"I will explain it to you later, okay?" Brooklyn said.

Before they could answer, Brooklyn allowed himself to drop from the building. The wind stung against his face and bare chest. He breathed in the deep smell of twilight and opened his wings. They caught the wind and he felt the freeing sensation of flight as he soared above the rooftops. 

He beeline his way to Kelly's apartment and hoped she had left the window open and that she was at home, waiting for him. 

He reached her window seal. The curtains were blowing out, indicating an open landing point. Pulling his wings straight back, Brooklyn extended his feet and landed expertly through the narrow opening. 

The apartment was dark and looked like there hadn't been movement inside for hours. A half full glass of hot chocolate sat cold on the coffee table. Her laptop was forgotten on the coach. An eerie sensation crept over him as he cautiously rounded the corner towards Kelly's bedroom. He saw a lamp knocked sideways across the doorway and knew that something was not right.

"Kelly?" Brooklyn called out. The apartment did not produce any response and his heart sank.

Spinning on his heels, Brooklyn went to quickly flee from the apartment. He would need to tell the others that she was missing. He would need their help. 

A dark figure moved out of the shadows, a gun pointed right at the beast's chest. Brooklyn identified the trade-mark mask of the Illuminati and stopped in his tracks. 

"Where is she?!" he growled. A birth of a roar began to build and rumbled out from deep inside of him. The warmth of his glowing rage filled his eyes and he could see more clearly in the dark. 

"Oh, your little slut?" the man cooed stepping forward. "We've taken her somewhere safe. Far away from you, monster." 

Brooklyn propelled himself forward, his large frame barely fitting through the narrow apartment hallway as he lunged toward the masked man.

An electric buzz filled the air and the gargoyle was struck in the chest with the force of a lighting bolt. He screamed as he felt his muscles tense and release with the current that flowed through him. Dropping to his knees, he tried to bare through the pain that bit to his core. Finally, the current ceased and Brooklyn slumped weakly to the floor. 

"Enough voltage to take down an elephant," the masked man said with a chuckle.

Brooklyn glared up at the man but was far too drained to flick his tail let alone muster the energy to attack the man. He watched as the man set down a duffel bag and scrounged through it to find a pair of wrist ties and some nylon electric rope. 

"Now, I have no desire to zap you again. . . Well, maybe I have a lot of desire to do that. Actually, watching you wreath in pain makes me hard." The human groped himself as he approached the winged creature. "Unfortunately, I have rules to follow. So I'm going to tie you up with this electric rope and you're going to come peacefully or I'll have to hit a little button I have and send the powers of Zeus through you again."

"Where are we going," the defeated creature croaked.

"Oh, a special place," the man chuckled as he reached into his pocket and pulled out his cellphone that ran the app that commanded the electric wire. He finished tying up Brooklyn who was still reeling with a fluttering heart and shaking muscles. He tried not to think about what harm had come to Kelly or what they planned on doing with him. 

"Is Kelly going to be there?"

The man gave a woeful smile as he gathered the talon hands of the gargoyle and zip tied them together.

"Someone is awfully worried about his little human pet. I hear gargoyles are pretty possessive of their human sex slaves. This little mind control shit you pull on them is pretty fascinating. You had her so confused. One moment she's to her senses and knows you're a monster that is not capable of love. The next she's so hot for you she's in her room just letting her ass rock up and down on her toy thinking about you. It's a shame really. She is a pretty hot piece of ass."

Brooklyn felt the fires of rage build within him at the man's words. The keen male instinct to protect what was his thickened his blood and he mustered the strength to push against his restraints. He tried to fling his tightly wrapped body toward the man who parried away and tapped the digital button on his iPhone. Wave after wave of pure energy passed through the gargoyle. He felt the searing pain and smelt the sickly sweet smell of his flesh as it cooked under the ropes. The taste of blood rushed to his mouth. He gurgled it as the pulsing ceased. Fatigue and shock overcame him and he slumped onto the floor and away from the pain of consciousness. 

Muffled, distant sounds broke the foggy state of his mind. Brooklyn latched onto the sounds. He followed them through the inky darkness until he was greeted with reality and the dull throb of achy muscles. The voices began to make sense and he listened as he cautiously kept his eyes closed. 

"What of the girl?" spoke a man's voice.

"She's safe. A little frightened and is refusing food at the moment. I think knowing that the gargoyle is here will lift her spirits. Then we should be able to start the process," replied another male.

Brooklyn felt his heart flutter with hope. Were they talking about Kelly? She was here? 

He cracked open his eyes only wide enough to squint through. He lay on a simple bed in a pure white room void of any other furniture. There were two metal doors. One was close to the bed he lay upon, the other was near the two men on the other side of the room. He identified the taller man as Zanatos, the other man was black, meek, and wore a white lab coat. Brooklyn figured he was one of Zanatos' many scientists, but what did they want with him? 

Brooklyn tried tensing and releasing the muscles in his body. They responded to him but did not contain the strength he usually had. He would need a day of stone sleep to repair the damage caused by the electric rope. 

He lifted himself up and sat groggy on the side of the bed. He felt a tightening sensation around his neck and reached up the feel the cool metal of a collar clasped tight against his crimson skin. The two men looked over at his direction. Zanatos smiled at him and crossed the room.

"Awake, I see," he said. "I'm sorry you had to endure the electric currents. It was the safest way to bring you here."

"And where is here, Zanatos?"

"Vita Gene Research Laboratory," the other man replied. He stepped closer to the gargoyle and looked him over with fascination. "What a wonderful creature you are. Those wings and the strength you contain. And to imagine that you're not even the biggest specimen."

The man attempted to reach out and touch Brooklyn who responded with a threatening snarl and pulled away from the man. The scientist yanked his hand away and gave Zanatos a frightened look. Then he straightened himself and stretched out his hand in greeting. 

"Oh, I'm sorry. I haven't introduce myself. Doctor Fredrick Ansom and you are Brooklyn? An important member of Goliath's clan, I hear."

Brooklyn narrowed his eyes and refused to shake the doctor's hand. Instead, he directed his angry gaze at Zanatos. 

"What am I doing here?" he demanded.

"Why so worried, Brooklyn? If I wanted to kill you, you'd be dead by now. No, I have a much more pleasant plan for you."

"What the hell are you talking about? You sent your gargoyle murdering gang after Kelly and then abducted her. Then you captured me and what is this?" He tapped the collar with a talon. "This contains enough electric current to render me stupid, doesn't it?"

Zanatos gave the creature a slow, careful smile. "Yes, but I promise that it will never be used if you follow directions. I'm sorry we have to keep you in such conditions, but I ensure you that you'll enjoy what we are doing here."

"And what exactly are you doing? I can only imagine what insanity you've dreamt up this time."

"Have you ever been in love before, creature?" Doctor Ansom asked.

"What? That is none of your business." Brooklyn glared at the frail human, he felt his strength returning. Maybe if he acted quickly he could take out both the men before they could trigger his collar. The burns on his shoulders and thighs reminded him of the last time he tried to defy the order to obey. He decided he needed to preserve his strength if he wanted to ever escape. 

The doctor laughed. "On the contrary, that's EXACTLY my business."

One of the metal doors slid open with a hydraulic whirl and a human female in a stark white dress walked across the room. She pushed a cart filled with electronic instruments next to Brooklyn's bed and gave him a kind, sympathetic smile before lifting a head-shaped harness from the cart.

"Hello. My name is Victoria. I'm Dr. Ansom's assistant." The brave young woman approached the gargoyle. "This tool is going to go around your head. It will not hurt you. It is meant to record your brainwaves."

"I need to know what your brain is doing when you're engaged with humans," explained Dr. Ansom.

Zanatos thanked Victoria as she finished strapping the harness onto the gargoyle's head and rigged up the system. She patted the anxious winged man on the shoulder before exiting the room.

"Gargoyles have an the uncanny ability to control humans," said Zanatos. "Be it by fear or love, they can engulf a human's mind so completely that the human no longer has the ability to think in an independent fashion."

"You've gone mad, Zanatos," Brooklyn growled. "Gargoyles have never been able to control humans with brainwashing or mind control!"

"Really? There are many legends talking about gargoyles enslaving human lovers and casting terror across entire civilizations with nothing more than there minds. You cannot deny that magic is real enough in your kind. Perhaps you don't yet know you have this power."

"But we're going to teach you how to use it and I'll be watching your mind work every step of the way," said a giddy Dr. Ansom. "Now, don't take off my equipment unless directed to. If you do, you will get quite a nasty buzz."

Dr. Ansom practically danced with excitement as he exited the room. Zanatos followed behind him but stopped at the door. 

"I give you my word that you will be released once we have the information we are looking for. Do try to relax and enjoy your time here. If you cooperate we can collect the data quicker and you will be released," he said and then exited the room.

Brooklyn stood up and touched the harness around his head. It was light weight and made of a soft, clear rubber material. Many small nobs garnished the straps that encircled his head. There were no cords for the wireless device.

The room was large and at a comfortable temperature. The ceiling was bare and white. It was a cage of nothingness. He approached the door that the men and the assistant exited. It did not respond to him and he punched it in frustration. Waves of anxiety coursed through him as he realized that escape may not be an option.

The well lit room went dark. Brooklyn hunched low, his eyes illuminated the blackness around him. There was no movement and it was quiet. The lights switched back on a few moments later and Brooklyn gasped at the changes that had occurred in the dark. 

The room was no longer bare. The floor that moments before was cool and smooth was now plush carpet. The walls were those of a comfortable apartment with a window that overlooked the city. Brooklyn went to the window to touch the glass. It was cold and moist to the touch but when he went push it open it was steadfast. 

"An illusion?" he said as he tapped the glass.

He spun around when he heard the whirl of the door opening, this time the unused door closest to the bed was the one that opened. Brooklyn let out a cry of relief when Kelly walked through the doorway. Her eyes were puffy and red from crying, she looked frightened but otherwise unharmed.

Brooklyn immediately went to her and took her into his arms. She collapsed into his embrace and made a soft, sobbing sound. 

"Did they hurt you?" he asked kissing her hair and stroking the small of her back.

She shook her head. "You?"

"Nothing I couldn't handle."

The winged man looked over his human for bruises. Her skin was cold to the touch and she was wearing nothing but a matching bra and panty set. Around her head was the brainwave detector but he was relieved to find the metal collar missing from around her neck. 

Kelly reached up and touched the metal collar and let out a heavy sigh. "They weren't kidding when they said that they'd make you do what needed to be done."

"Did they tell you what they want from us?"

"Yes. . . We are suppose to make love for them. They want to see what happens to our minds when we do so." She was very matter of fact about this and went to sit on the bed. 

"Kelly, no. We don't have to do this," he said.

She let out a dry laugh. "We don't have a choice. They said they'd let us go once we give them the information they needed. So let's just get going and get this over with."

"I do not feel comfortable with those sick bastards watching us with their cocks in their hand."

"They just want to know how you do it, Brooklyn."

"Do what? I'm sure it's not that different from how they do it."

"It is different," Kelly said shyly and looked down at her naked feet. "They want to know how you brainwash me into loving you."

"You think it's brainwashing?" Brooklyn asked, hurt thick in his voice. 

"I don't know what to think. I was kidnapped from my home and told that my gargoyle lover is only controlling me. Making me think I'm in love with him but that it's not possible for a human to really love a gargoyle. That everything I feel for you is fake. And if there wasn't some ounce of truth to that statement, why else would we be here right now being forced to fuck each other in the name of science?" Kelly let out another sob and pulled her feet up onto the bed, hiding her face into her knees. "I just want to go home!"

Brooklyn sat next to the human and wrapped a comforting arm around his girl. He laid back onto the bed with her and she fit neatly into the curves of his chest. He felt her hot tears touch his cool chest and run down the sides of his abs.

He wanted her just then, no matter the technology strapped to their heads or the collar at his neck or the perverts in the adjacent room. All that matter was Kelly and her soft body and warm kiss. 

Her crying eventually subsided and she lay motionless on his chest. He watched the back of her head rise and fall with every breath in he took. She trailed a possessive finger along the lines and dips of his stomach. Brooklyn sighed contently as she hesitated at his belt. He felt himself stir with anticipation, his cock beginning to harden with the promise of Kelly's warm, wet embrace. 

Slow and shakily, Kelly loosened his belt and he let out a sigh as her soft hand passed between the fabric and his skin. Her fingers could barely reach around the girth of him and she rubbed her palm up and down his shaft. With a low groan Brooklyn closed his eyes and put his head back onto the pillow, feeling the tingle of her rhythmic petting stir him to the core. 

"I don't understand the way you make me feel, Brooklyn," she whispered softly, her head still on his chest and facing away from him. 

"It's called love, Kelly. It is a magical thing but it is not brainwashing. I promise you, I am not controlling the way you are feeling at all."

Kelly's thumb flicked over the head of his penis and Brooklyn shuddered as she messaged the pre-cum into the soft skin. 

"How do you know? Can you be certain?"

"Yes. I know because I feel the same for you. I love you, Kelly. I know that the fact that I'm not a human really confuses and complicates things, and I can't really explain the reason why these feelings are so strong and why they happened so quickly." Brooklyn let out a low, long sigh as Kelly licked the palm of her hand and whetted his cock. "I'm sorry we're here in this prison and forced to show our love to a power hungry man and a group of scientists who probably haven't felt a woman's touch in years, but I swear to you that this has nothing to do with mind control. I do love you and I'm not just using you. I don't know how we'll make this work, but once we get out of this hell hole we will figure out how to make our love work."

Kelly sat up and Brooklyn finally got an opportunity to look at her face. Sadness and fear still resided within her pale, hazel eyes but the corners of her mouth were lifted. 

"I trust you, Brooklyn," she said simply.

Her hands looped into the waistband of his shorts and she pulled them off his hips. His hard, eager cock sprung free and rested tightly against his navel. Kelly shifted herself lower on the bed and, without removing her gaze from him, licked the gargoyle from his heavy sack to the drippy tip of his cock. She repeated this action again and again until the gargoyle began to make a rumbling sound of pleasure. Kelly giggled slightly and, while jacking his cock with her hand, nestled her face into the soft, white hairs between his thighs.

Brooklyn gasped as Kelly sucked each of his balls into her mouth. Tasting them with a swirling tongue. His cock throbbed hard in her soft hand and she stroked it tight and violent as she locked onto him with hot and hungry eyes. Using only the tip of her pointer finger of one hand, she moved his cock closer to her mouth and then engulfed him. Brooklyn caught his breath as her warm lips slid slowly down his crimson cock. He felt the soft flesh at the back of her throat and shifted his hips so that the tightness would caress the head of his cock. She gagged a little and pulled back to swirl her tongue around the head of his penis, dipping the tip of her tongue into the slit at the top of the volcano. Then she plunged her head down onto his cock and shoving it's length down the back of her throat. The sudden action and her gagging reflexes hugging his groin and made Brooklyn growl in pleasure. Kelly gave his cock a few shorter bobs before repeating the deep throat dive and soon he was trying hard not to empty his load into the back of her throat. 




Wings of a Lover Ch. 04



"I wanna fuck you," he said earnestly.

Kelly sucked hard and let the head of his cock pop loudly out of her tightly closed lips. She looked up at him and gently played with him with her hand again. 

She ran the head of his penis along her lips and said, "Then take me and give those bastards a fucking show."

Brooklyn sat up quickly, grabbed Kelly's wrists, pulling her to her feet. He used his claws to rip the small strips on her panties. They caught in her thick thighs and he pulled them out and sniffed them deeply. Then he plucked the bra off her chest the same way he did away with her panties. When she was naked before him, he grabbed her hips and pulled her roughly into his lap. Kelly groaned as he rubbed his hard cock up and down her wet, drippy slit. She eagerly shifted her hips forward and Brooklyn could barely contain himself when she forced herself down onto his cock. Her heat moved its way up his balls and into the pit of his stomach. Shifting his weight up onto his feet, the gargoyle lifted his hips off the bed so that Kelly had a firm, elevated platform to work on. He helped her raise her plump body up and down with his hands on her hips. With every downward movement, Brooklyn would kick upwards a little and his thin hips would be impacted with the soft, fleshy warmth of his human woman. He watched, hypnotized as her heavy tits and jiggly belly danced before him. His strong, taloned hands played passionately with her stomach rolls. 

Kelly grunted with effort and pleasure as she worked herself on his cock. The winged man was making deep sounds of his own with every excited bounce and flutter the woman made on his cock. Soon she was working faster and harder. Her breathing came out more ragged as she began to tire but her excitement only increased. Brooklyn knew by the way her soft muscles were hugging and releasing him that she was getting close to orgasm. He wrapped his tail around her waist, the tip flicking teasingly over her hard nipples and he used it to further help her rise and fall onto his cock. 

"Brooklyn," she gasped and then erupted into a loud and energy filled moan. 

Her body rocked with the fierce power of a freed woman on his cock and Brooklyn felt a surge of triumph and love as he watched his frail, soft human female lose herself in a tide of pleasure. 

She collapsed, breathing hard onto his chest. Brooklyn kissed her softly and let her gain her breath, his cock, still throbbing for release, twitched excitedly inside of her. 

Nuzzling her ear he said, "I love you."

She responded by giving his cock a tight squeeze with her velvet softness. "I love you too, Brooklyn," she murmured.

"I'm going to pound the fuck out of you," he said.

Kelly giggled into his shoulder but did not bother to move. He felt her fluttering heartbeat beginning to calm and knew that she was ready for more of him. 

Grasping her soft, luscious bottom, a perfect fit for his larger than human hands, Brooklyn shifted her weight and flipped her over and under him. He grabbed one of her feet and brought her small, colorful toes up to his beaked mouth. He sucked in her big toe and Kelly laughed and tried to pull away, but her gargoyle held fast and took his time tasting each of her toes. As he licked at her feet, his free hand opened up her moist flower and gently rubbed the bud within. She quivered at his touch. Brooklyn stroked her hard clit with the tip of his finger, being cautious of his claw. 

As Kelly began her slow ascent to a second climax on his circular movements, he sat forward and brought his mouth onto her hardened nipples. He flicked one with his tongue and then brought it into his mouth. She had amazingly long nipples, which fit nicely inside of his elongated maw. He sucked on them hard, gently biting them from time to time making Kelly gasp and buck excitedly against his messaging finger.

"I want your cock," Kelly begged softly and with that Brooklyn grabbed hold of his shaft and plunged it deep into his girl. 

His thrusts were deep, powerful, and needy. His hips struck against hers with a violent passion. He watched as the wave of her belly and large tits swayed with each of his thrusts. He held her wrists tightly over the top of her head as he took her with a fierceness he did not know he had. She belonged to him now and he rode her soft, weak human body hard. A dark, masculine need inside of him as he took her without any restraints. Kelly made no complaints. Her eyes were tightly closed, her head was rolled back and she kept moaning loudly, "Oh my God! Oh God! Oh God!"

The winged lover waited patiently until her pleas for God changed into the unmistakable cries of ecstasy. He felt her wetness wash over him like a flood. Her human, female smell was too much for him and he let himself go. He felt his body release the tension that was bound up there, the need to dominant exited with a rush as he felt his essence drain from him and flood into the cavern of his human lover. Her muscles tightened and released him in such a way, he felt like she was milking every last drop from his tightened balls. 

As he neared the end of his own climax, he felt that something was wrong. A familiar sensation that he could not detect earlier due to his level of passion began to overcome him. Before he could withdraw from Kelly's depths and release her wrists from his dominate grasp, an unpleasant tingling sensation crept over him. His skin tightened and Kelly's concerned gaze faded to darkness. 

"Brooklyn? Brooklyn!" Kelly cried out as her lover turned instantly into cold, gray stone. 

The weight on her wrists and against her hips became nearly unbearable. His cock now truly has hard as rock still penetrated her deeply but his sheer weight pinned her helplessly below him. Her small wrists were shackled under his large, lifeless hands.

Kelly struggled, trying to shift her weight to remove the painful stone dildo and free her wrists. As she shifted back and forth, the stone gargoyle swayed and threatened to knock over onto the hard floor.

"I would not rock too much, my dear," said Zanatos from the doorway. "Wouldn't want to shatter your lover into a million of pieces. I'm afraid a shattered gargoyle will never see the light of the moon again."

"You have to help me out from under him," Kelly said. 

"Oh, I suppose we could, but this is more interesting," the bearded man said with a dark smile. "Perhaps it will teach you a lesson about falling in love with creatures."

Zanatos turned to leave. Kelly pleaded, "Don't go! Please! Don't leave me like this! We did what you said. Please help me out from under him."

"You know, gargoyles need to be careful about the sun. If they are in mid-flight when they turn to stone, it is certain death. So all gargoyles come with an internal clock, a warning system to let them know that the sun will be rising soon. Funny that Brooklyn did not release you before he turned."

With that, Zanatos turned and the metal door gently slid to a close behind him.

Kelly looked up at the cold, frozen gaze of the gargoyle and began to scream in anger and defeat.