One Night Together
Passions: Demona
Written by Donald E. Fleming II
Story Concept by Donald E. Fleming II
Disclaimer: All Gargoyles characters are the property of Disney and Buena Vista Studios and are being used without their consent or permission. Other Gargoyle characters are the property of The Gargoyle Saga (TGS) writing staff and also are being used without their permission. The character of Don Michael Taylor is my creation. I am receiving no reward for this story other than the satisfaction of being able to share it with others as it is intended solely for my own entertainment and the entertainment of Gargoyle fandom everywhere.
September 25, 1999I never thought it would happen, but it has. I was in love, with a human.
Earlier tonight, I talked to Elisa, asking her advice. Hard to believe, but true nonetheless. After all, she knew more about Don than I did, so it made sense that I ask her. Of course, it did surprise her that I had taken an interest in her former lover, but then she surprised me by telling me what I wanted to know. And now...
Now I am in the arms of the human I had fallen in love with.
At first I was hesitant, unsure as to whether Don would be willing, and not too sure if I could convince myself to follow through. But all that is behind me now, as I feel Don take me by the hands and lead me towards the bed.
We pause for a moment then, and I feel his lips press against mine once again, softly like before, and his hands find their way to my waist. I moan slightly as he draws me closer, and I feel his bare chest press against mine.
After what seems like an eternity, but is in reality only a few scant seconds, he draws me onto the bed, and lowers me to the mattress. I look up at him as he kneels over me, his face barely visible in the darkness caused by the storm, but I can see the smile on his face, and the light in his eyes I had once thought irretrievably lost when Michel died.
He lays down next to me, and I turn towards him, eager to finish what we had started, but then Don puts his hand on my waist, and I see him shake his head slightly. "No," he says. "The other way." I'm curious as to his intention, but I comply, and turn until I am facing away from him.
I feel the mattress shift as he moves, and then I feel his body press against mine, his front to my back and I murmur as I feel his body mold itself to mine. Then I feel his arm wrap around me, his hand caressing me as he begins kissing the back of my neck, using his other hand to carefully pull aside my hair.
I quickly realize what he is doing. Elisa had told me to let Don 'discover' me, and that is what he is doing, using his hands to explore me. I let myself relax as he brings his hand up to caress my shoulder before starting to work his way downward along my body, pausing for a moment at my throat, my breasts, my belly, my thigh...
I almost leap off the bed as his hand slowly inches under my loincloth, but I force myself to stay. I want this, I remind myself. I want him to do this.
His hand moves under the rough fabric, and I bite my bottom lip in order to suppress a moan as I feel his fingers move downward, heading for that one particular spot.
He pauses then, and I turn my head to look at him. He has a questioning look in his eye. Is something wrong, I wonder? Why...
"Is this normal?" he asks me. "Or do you..."
Then I realize what is going on, and I find myself laughing lightly. He's never been with one of us before, I remind myself. He doesn't know that, unlike humans, gargoyles lack hair in our pubic regions, although, from my understanding, some human females do shave themselves. "Yes," I tell him. "It is quite normal."
"Interesting," he says then. "I may have to look into this further."
I begin to wonder about that, but that is brought to an abrupt end as his hand moves again, until it is nestled in the soft valley below. This time, I am unable to suppress a gasp as he caresses me lightly, moving his fingers over my folds slowly until I am fairly shaking with desire.
I can practically feel the loops and whirls on his fingertips as he strokes me gently, and then I feel his middle finger slip between my folds, penetrating me. I gasp again, loudly this time and I feel myself becoming moistened as he moves his digit through me.
After a few breathless moments, he withdraws his fingers, and I find myself moaning in displeasure as he does, but then he draws his hand up along my body slowly, leaving a trail of wetness, until he is able to take his finger into his mouth, tasting me along the length of it.
"Mmmm," he says. "You are scrumptious."
"I...wouldn't know," I gasp, still reeling from what he had just done. "I never really thought..."
He silences me then, kissing me deeply and I find myself enjoying the lingering taste of my own musk on his lips. His arms go around my waist again, and he turns me towards him. At first, I wonder if this is it, the moment I have yearned for from the moment I made the decision to take Don as a lover, but Don is not yet done with me. He kisses me, then begins working his way downward, following the trail of moistness his finger left along my body, and then I realize what he is up to. I debate whether or not to stop him, but then I recall what Elisa said once again. 'Let him 'discover' you.'
He removes my loincloth slowly, and I can see him smile as he takes in the sight before him. Then he lowers his head slowly, at first blowing lightly across my heated flesh before finally touching his lips to my netherlips, kissing me in the most intimate manner possible.
His mouth remains there for several moments, tasting me, and I have a hard time keeping still. I writhe under him, my body afire with passion, and I grab the posts of the headboard in order to keep myself from tearing his scalp open. His tongue moves through me, finding my swollen center, and suddenly I cry out as my body shudders uncontrollably.
Don looks up as I feel myself go slightly limp, and I can see the smile on his face. "Are you okay?" he asks, with a hint of a laugh in his voice.
I raise my head as much as I can and look at him. "Yes," I say, trying to keep my voice from shaking. "It's just...I haven't had...anyone...who could bring me that far..."
He gets up on his hands and knees and crawls along the bed until he is next to me again. "If you want, we can wait a little while..."
"No," I say quickly, almost wantonly. I reach for him and grab him by the arm. When he hisses in pain as my talons bite into his flesh, I relax my hold, then I begin to run my finger along his arm. "No," I say again, only this time a bit more softly. "I want to finish this." I look up into his eyes. "Please."
Don reaches up and touches my cheek softly with the back of his fingers. I reach up and capture his hand, and then I bring it to my mouth and kiss the knuckles before putting his hand to my waist, drawing him to me.
I feel his manhood pressing against my through the shorts he is still wearing. When I moan and press myself even harder against him, he takes the hint and quickly removes them.
We lay there for several moments then, luxuriating in the feel of our bare bodies pressing against each other, and I find myself rubbing my leg against his, enticing him to continue. He looks at me, then smiles and carefully rolls me onto my back. Almost of their own volition, my legs begin to move apart slowly.
"Are you ready for this?" he asks me.
"Yes," I say then, my voice trembling slightly.
He positions himself, and I tremble as I feel his swollen shaft press against my belly for a brief instant before it moves downward toward my waiting sex. I feel a slight moistness coming from him, and I realize just how aroused he is, how aroused we both are.
I moan as the head of his manhood presses at me, moving along my cleft, and I begin shaking again, waiting to be filled by him.
"Now!" I cry out in desperation.
He thrusts into me, and I cry out again as he fills me. It had been so long since I last had a lover that my body has forgotten what it felt like. He pauses then, looking at me with concern as I lay there gasping under him, and I try to get control of my emotions. "It's okay," I tell him. "It's just...it's been such a long time..."
"I understand," he says and smiles as he bends down to kiss me. As he does, I feel him moving, rocking back and forth, setting up a steady motion as his shaft moves through me. I luxuriate in the feel of him inside of me.
I feel his arms encircle my waist, and then he is rolling over onto his back, pulling me with him, until I am on top of him. Then I feel his hands begin to move upwards along my back, pausing as he reaches the sensitive spots where my wings join my body.
"Yes, there," I urge him as he moves his lips to the side of my throat. "But gently."
He takes the hint and begins to move his fingers lightly along the membrane. I quiver at his touch, his gentleness, as his hands flow over me, and I feel my pulse begin to quicken in response.
His hands move to my shoulders then, and I moan loudly in disappointment as he pushes up slightly, ending the kiss as he makes me sit up, straddling his hips. I fear he wants to stop our lovemaking, but then I see him smile and I feel his hands move to my breasts, cupping them lightly for a moment before he lowers them to my waist. Then I begin to understand what he has in mind.
I look down at him as he lay there, and I find myself becoming intrigued by the new position. Gravity takes over then and I settle further onto his shaft. I toss my head back and moan at the delicious sensation. I'm aware of his hands as he runs them over my thighs and then across my belly. Then I gasp loudly as he begins massaging my pubic mound with his thumbs. Oh God, I almost cry out. No wonder Elisa had such a hard time giving him up! I begin rocking back and forth, adding my own movement to the rhythm he is setting, and I scratch at his chest lightly with my talons, leaving a few trails of white across his skin, but not hard enough to penetrate. I'm a little upset when he slides his hands away from my belly, ceasing the intimate massage, but then he sits up and wraps his arms around me, then begins running his fingers up and down my spine once again. This time I allow him to begin rubbing the base of my tail, and I moan loudly at his touch.
"Ah ha," he says. "I think I found something good." He continues to massage the area and I arch my back in response. "Now I've got you," he says.
I smile as I look at him again. "Oh?" I say to him. "Are you certain about that?" Smiling widely, I circle my tail around his waist and then quickly move the end of it underneath him, between his buttocks.
"Ya-haa!" he cries out in surprise, nearly jumping off the bed at the feeling of my tail moving under him. He looks down behind him to see what I am doing. "Oh, you are bad!" he scolds, smacking me on the rump.
I grin mischievously at the playful swat. "You know I am," I say to him as I lean forward and capture his lips again. I withdraw my tail and then wrap it around the two of us, holding us together while I continue to move against him. "It's amazing what one can do with a tail," I tell him, surfacing from the kiss.
"I'll bet," he responds as he bends forward to press his lips to the hollow of my throat once again. As he does, I lean back as far as I can, forcing him to move his lips lower along my body until he settles between my breasts. He takes the hint and then takes the dark blue of my left nipple between his teeth. I gasp as his teeth fasten on the taut flesh.
After a moment, he releases the nipple, then pulls me forward until I'm looking deep into his eyes once more. Then he turns again, and I find myself lying on my back once more. Don leans down and kisses me deeply as he increases the rhythm of his thrusts, and I can feel myself building towards climax, which is fast approaching.
"Demona," he says suddenly, with a hint of urgency in his voice, but I block it out. Whatever it is, it can wait, I think as I buck against him. I am so close to release and I don't want to stop.
"Demona," he says again, only this time there was a bit more urgency in his voice, and it is then I realize what is about to happen.
It was dawn.
The pain hits me like a hammer, and I cry out in agony. I feel my talons dig into Don's shoulders, drawing blood. He hisses in pain and grabs my wrists, pulling my hands away and pinning them to the mattress.
The change continues, and I feel a new sensation I had never experienced before. The walls of my sex contract around Don's shaft and the friction sends waves of ecstasy racing up and down my body.
I hear him groan at the pressure and feel him start to withdraw.
"No!" I cry out. "Don't stop! Oh God, don't stop!"
I bring my legs up around his waist as he pauses, urging him to continue, and then I feel him thrust into me again. That proves to be my undoing, as the sensation of him reentering me, mixed with the agony of the transformation, is enough to send me tumbling over the edge. My orgasm hits me in a torrent and I arch my back as I feel Don erupt inside of me, filling me as I cry out and then my world dissolves in a sea of white.
I awake slowly, the sound of Don's heartbeat bringing me up from the abyss. I shift my head and feel his arms go around me in response.
"Morning," I hear him say.
I lift my head and look at him. I dimly remember him rolling over onto his back after our lovemaking, pulling me with him as he did, until I was lying on top of him. Apparently he was content to just leave me where I was and let me sleep.
"Morning yourself," I reply. "How are you feeling?"
"I should be the one asking that question," he tells me. "I take it that was the first time that's ever happened."
"What, the transformation?" I ask him, a bit confused by his question. He's seen me transform before. Why...
"No," he says then. "I mean having sex during. I'm guessing that you've never done that before."
"No," I say. "I've never even considered it before." I pull myself up along his body until I am able to rest her head on his shoulder. "Actually, this is the first time I've ever done it with a human while I was a gargoyle."
"So I'm your first, huh," he says. "I guess that means I'm kinda special."
"You are special, Don," I tell him. "I don't think I would have done this if you weren't." I feel him wrap his arms around my shoulders and I murmur contentedly.
"Any regrets?" he asks then.
I lift my head in order to look at him. "Why should there be?" I ask.
"Well, I know your history, Demona," he tells me. "You haven't exactly been one of humanity's biggest fan, and now you've taken one of us as a lover. I was just wondering if you gave any thought to that."
"Not really," I admit openly. "I guess I was too caught up in the moment to even think about it."
"And now…"
"I don't know," I tell him. I settle my head back down and close my eyes, afraid to say anything else.
"Listen," he says then, putting his fingers to my jaw and lifting my head back up. "Why don't we take this one step at a time from here on out and see where that takes us. For all we know, this could actually work out. What do you say?"
I smile at him. "I think I would like that," I say.
I settle against his chest again as I feel him pull the covers over us and I sigh in contentment as I let myself drift off to sleep in the arms of my lover.
The End