Denigoddess@aol.com
07/18/01
Sojourner & Champion 7.0
Disclaimer: Gargoyles don't belong to me. They belong to Disney. Rolling Stones lyrics belong to them. Original characters belong to me.
ROLLING STONES LYRICS
Sympathy For The Devil
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long long year stolen many man's soul and faith
I was around when Jesus Christ had His moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed His fate
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
Stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Tzar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank held a gen'rals rank when the blitzkrieg
raged and the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah
Ah what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah
I watched the glee while your kings and queens fought for
ten decades for the Gods they made
I shouted out "Who killed the Kennedy's?" when after all
it was you and me
Let me please intruduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for troubadors who get killed before they reach Bombay
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal and all the sinners, Saints
as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer 'cause I'm in need
of some restraint
So if you meet me, have some courtesy have some sympathy
and some taste
Use all your well learned politesse or I'll lay your soul to waste
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
______________________
Thailog struggled to sit upright in his hospital bed. He felt vulnerable without his armor. He attempted to swing his legs over the side. He tried to tear his wrists from the metal restraints holding him to the hospital bed. A growl of rage erupted from the ebony Gargoyle. A sharp jolt burst throughout his torso in a series of burning reminders of his fight with the human female. She was a brave little thing; he'd give her that. She fought well for one of her species. Yet, it seemed sad that she had to die too quickly.
Then, he remembered that accursed weapon that flew from her grasp like a vengeful Valkyrie. When it sank in his arm, the pain of a thousand swords pierced his leathery flesh. He remembered her eyes meeting his as the whirling circlet threatened to dismember him. He remembered those hazel eyes alive and crackling with the embers of panic and hate. He remembered her pathetic display of worry for the Gargoyle lying dead beneath the pile of rubble.
She had thwarted him in his search for the shards of the Praying Gargoyle. He needed them to secure his invulnerability to sunlight. He needed them to assure his immortality. With the shards of the broken Gargoyle reunited into one complete relic, Thailog's immunity to weaponry remained insurmountable. Yet, the blade of that strange circular device cut through him like melted butter.
[Who are you? Where are you, little Waif?] Thailog scratched his chin. He decided that he might find some amusement with her before he killed her. Thailog desired that marvelous weapon that bested his magical shielding. Most of all, she had the final piece of the praying Gargoyle. Otherwise, how could she have fought as well as she did against him?
[I will find you and make you mine, Waif. I promise you. You have captured my interest. Perhaps, I might even let you live.] The weariness of pain seeped through his resolve. He sacrificed regenerative properties by staying awake during daylight hours. Yet, when night came, he'd know full healing. Goliath would feel his wrath.
Thailog's clouded memory cleared as he remembered the black hell spawn rising behind him like a Phoenix from the ashes. He remembered the mane of striking white hair. No way in hell would he forget the unusual fire burning within those violet eyes. It had almost caused his heart to stop to see another Gargoyle of such similar resemblance staring back at him.
[Whoever Demetrius is, he's surely some facsimile crafted by Xanatos. He has Goliath's build and my coloring, but why the Ram's horns? Whatever the reason, I'll enjoy taking his life. The human female will lead him to me like a lamb to slaughter. Now I just have to figure a way to get rid of these restraints and get out of this prison.]
Elisa finished her shift and said her goodbyes to Matt. She hurriedly hopped in her Fairlane and made a hasty path for Castle Wyvern. Tonight, she had a special reason to visit. There was one human woman there that held answers for her and the questions she held. Elisa knew that Wren might well be able to tell her things that no other human woman on Earth might possibly now.
The onslaught of morning traffic was nothing new to Elisa. However, her patience grew short as the pressure to beat the sunrise surmounted. While Wren seemed an unlikely woman to hang around with some Gargoyles, there was something to be said for her spunk. She took on Thailog to defend her mate.
[Never mind that she got her ass seriously kicked in the process!] Elisa smiled at that thought.
A week had passed since Wren Summers came out of her coma. Elisa didn't have much time to spend around the castle with the current undercover drug sting taking up most of nights. She missed Goliath and the clan. She also wanted to know Wren a bit better and gleam some information from her.
[What is it like to be the human mate of a Gargoyle? How is it possible?] The words flew around inside her mind. [There are so many things I want to ask you.]
Elisa drove her classic Fairlane into the Xanatos Enterprises underground parking garage. She gave a nod to Security Officer Joseph Phillips and made her way to her usual parking stall. She pushed herself to the limit as she sprinted up the countless levels to make it to the entry to the castle. Out of breath and chest heaving, Elisa entered the elevator that took her to the main entrance.
Detective Maza tapped her foot impatiently as the doors took forever to open. She stepped from the elevator and made her way through the great dining hall to the courtyard. She felt warmth as Hudson looked up from his game and waved a friendly greeting to her A smile found her face as she saw Wren and several of the clan playing Scrabble.
[Since when did Hudson, Brooklyn and Angela play Scrabble?!}
"Good Evenin', Lass." Hudson greeted her as he never took his eyes from the bored. Elisa watched over his shoulder as Hudson placed five tiles on the board to form the word 'oogle.'
"Ah, man! He just won." Brooklyn groaned. He held out his hand to the elder Gargoyle. "Good game, Hudson."
They shook firmly. "Thank ye, lad."
Elisa shook her head in disbelief. "Where did you learn to play Scrabble?"
"Actually, Demetrius taught us to play. He said it's a good way to improve language skills. Ye know, he's right." Hudson's tan talon tapped his temple. "I had t' think harder and faster that I have in many nights to beat the likes of Brooklyn. He's a fierce warrior on the Scrabble board. And Angela's learning fast."
"I'm sure." She agreed. She saw that Wren and Demetrius were headed back to the great dining hall. "Wren, Demetrius, wait."
They turned and saw the Detective greet them. Demetrius knew what Goliath saw in this petite woman greeting them. With her dark coloring and fiery spirit, she was a smoky topaz of rarity and worth. Her devotion to Goliath and his love for her was the essence of many chivalric tales. Goliath had asked him about the ways and risks of loving a human. Now, he understood why.
Goliath loved Elisa Maza.
Elisa Maza just wasn't ready to admit that she loved a Gargoyle.
"Milady," He teased Wren's earlobe with a whisper. "This night you may do well to speak with Elisa regarding our chose path with one another."
"Dem, you know I'm not good at this sort of thing." She hissed. "I blush during an R rated movie."
"Wren, diplomacy and tact will come to your aid." He gently squeezed her shoulders. "Perchance, you may well learn things to bring other beauty to our liaison."
"Don't we already have it right?" Wren's hazel eyes stared into enchanting lavender orbs. "I love you, you love me. Don't we have it down?"
"If you would but take me as your mate ...all would be right in this world and the next." He lamented.
"I already said I would. I just need time to make sense of it all." Wren's plea found Elisa's ears. "This is for the rest of my life and I want to make sure that it's right for both of us."
"Yet, only a sennight ago, you declared that you would do all in your power to be my mate." The sadness and anger in his voice made Elisa turn around and choose to discreetly leave.
"I will ...soon." Wren brought his hand into her smaller one. She pressed her lips to his palm. "I just need a little more time. Please...."
"Milady, I can deny thee nothing...." He brought his brow to hers.
Elisa had only taken a few steps when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Wait, Elisa. I'm sorry! Demetrius and I just had a bit of a lover's spat. Please don't leave. I know that you wanted to talk tonight."
"Yeah, but hey! If it's a bad time-" She started.
"It's never a bad time." Wren stopped her. She motioned in the way of the top tower. "Shall we tuck in the clan for the night?"
"Sure. Why not?" Elisa followed the young woman to where the other Gargoyles gathered.
Wren stood near Demetrius' perch. She saw the powerful Gargoyle kneel on one knee with a fierce expression crossing his strikingly handsome features. He sensed her presence and turned to face her. "Milady, until twilight?"
"I have your necklace. Won't you wear it and spend the day with me?" Wren wanted nothing more than to feel the arms of her Demetrius wrapped around her. She abhorred it when they disagreed.
"Alas, Milady, Nay. Slumber beckons me to face the dawn." His large taloned hand came to frame her cheek. "I shall take you with me into my dreams and love only you."
"Until Twilight descends then, pleasant Dreams, Demetrius." She sighed. Wren made no attempt to hide the disappointment in her voice. He resumed his kneel on one knee. The fierce expression vanished in favor of a more somber demeanor. His jet a silvery plum wings caped around him adding an air of nobility to his frame. He steepled his hands and rested them on his knee. He brought his chin to rest on folded hands.
"I love you, Demetrius." Wren whispered as she watched his sleek dark skin become the sparkling obsidian known as Kiarite. She saw the flecks of emerald appear in the polished black stone. Wren breathed a little easier knowing that no weapon or hammer was able to shatter the magickal stone that surrounded him. She thanked Adrienne Westfall nightly in her dreams for that small gift to Clan Wyvern.
"You love him a lot, don't you?" Elisa asked in awe of the entire exchange between the two.
"I do. It took me a long time to admit it." Wren took a ponytail holder from her pocket and grabbed her straight brown locks together. She formed her blunt-cut tresses into a tail and wrapped the holder around it. "It's not easy loving Demetrius."
"I was hoping that maybe...." Elisa stumbled to find the right words. "That maybe you'd tell me more about it."
"I'd be glad to." Wren understood perfectly where the Detective was coming from. "You and Goliath have something special going on between you?"
"Well, sort of." Elisa shrugged. "I'm not sure."
"Let's go to breakfast and have some girl talk."
"Who's buying?"
Ares watched in fascination as his lover's skin paled from that cerulean to peaches and cream. He loved how her body flowed like a river, supple and serpentine, as it made it's way from Harpie to human. He felt the seams of his breeches cut unbearably into his skin as he thought of all things he wanted to spend the morning doing to Dominique Destine.
"Good Morning, Dominique." The Scarlet Gargoyle purred as his nude human lover stood before him.
"Ares, we haven't time for that now." Her scathing reply caused the seams in his breeches to loosen considerably. "I tell you, if you want to defeat the Gargoyle called Demetrius, you must find a warrior that can take him."
"And why won't you, My Dear?" He quipped.
"All in good time, Lover. I assure you that I want nothing more than to rip out his eyes for committing such an abomination. I'd take out his little human whore along with him to wipe the earth clean of their blasphemy. You promised me unlimited resources to conquer and annihilate Humanity from the planet." She went to her closet and pulled a navy business suit from a hanger.
"How do you suggest we find him?" Ares appreciated the view as Dominique bent over to put on her hosiery. He purred in pure masculine appreciation of the tantalizing morsel displaying herself before him.
"My sources tell me that there is a black Gargoyle incarcerated within the walls of Xanatos Enterprises. He fits the description. Yet, it was a human female fighting him rather than aiding him. My sources will tell me more as they uncover what we need to know." Dominique straightened the wrinkles in her hose then stepped into her slip.
"So what do you want to protect you and your kind from my Army as we take over this miserable little dimension?" Ares wanted to do nothing more than to use his crimson taloned hands to hold her firm breasts in his hands as he had the previous evening.
"You're the god of war, I really want just one thing." She purred as she let the swath of lace called a bra barely conceal her bosom. "A short time ago, Goliath and his clan denied me the right to exact revenge on the humans. An artifact called the Praying Gargoyle would have protected me, my daughter and all my kind from the effects of the Clean Slate virus. If we can recover the missing shards of the Praying Gargoyle, if we can rejoin the broken pieces, then the powers of the Praying Gargoyle will be in full force. With the proper spells, that figurine will protect all Gargoyles from your army's invasion."
"You are a cold, hard bitch, Dominique Destine." The crimson Gargoyle grabbed the ravishing redhead and pulled her to him. Her derriere carefully cradled the bulging codpiece he wore as part of his armor. "I knew there was something I liked about you."
The sensuous mix of Gargoyle and Human caused a haze to settle over them. In a rush of madness, Ares and Dominique shoved all the papers and files off her mahogany desk. He laid her bare back against the cool, dark wood. With three sharp talons her silk hose became tattered shreds that he threw to t the side. The tall gargoyle let loose the stays of his leather pants until his scarlet member jutted forth in lustful tribute to the Redhead. He positioned himself between her creamy thighs ready to conquer her.
The phone rang.
"NOT NOW!" Ares bellowed as he sank his throbbing member into the warm tightness of Dominique Destine.
Dominique snarled in victory and surrender as the gargantuan shaft found it's way inside her. He brutally thrust into her hard and fast. Her nails brought scarlet upon crimson as they slashed a trail down his muscular back.
Now she understood why Maza and the other human beguiled Gargoyles males. As a Gargoyle, it was pleasure yet; being human with a Gargoyle male's passion inside was hedonistic ecstasy beyond compare.
She felt her teeth sink into Ares' powerful shoulder as his smooth jewels slapped against her nether lips. He pinned her dainty wrists above her head as he conquered her for his own pleasure. His dark words of enticement encouraged her to spread her thighs just a bit wider.
"Uh, Ms. Destine..." a small voice called into the room. "You have a call on line one from Xanatos Enterprises."
"NOW?" Came the snarl that frightened the secretary on the other side of the intercom.
"Yes, Ma'am. It's from Phyllis Twain is Security. She has a report update for you. Shall I take a message?"
"No!" Dominique found an incredible amount of strength to push a rutting Gargoyle from her. She sat up abruptly and scrambled for the phone lying haphazardly on the floor. She grabbed the receiver and barked into the telephone. "Hello?"
The next few minutes she listened attentively while a very frustrated sire paced anxiously in Dominique's office. She broke the silence with the occasional 'yes' or 'go on.' Finally, the receiver came to rest in the cradle and she gave the aroused Gargoyle a tantalizing smile.
"Fortune has smile upon us, Ares." She drawled seductively. She moved on all-fours to the war god across the room. Her lithe movements were not unlike those of a panther stalking its kill. "We have news."
"Tell me everything." He growled. He brought his scarlet talons to entangle in her thick auburn tresses. He roughly pulled her mouth forwards to give him release.
"Not so fast, love." She stopped him. "Listen well. The black Gargoyle in the infirmary at Xanatos Enterprises isn't Demetrius, it's Thailog."
"Who's Thailog?"
"Someone who may be very useful to us." Dominique took a taste of the preceding passion from the tip of his shaft. "He was hurt rather badly by a human female with a bladed circlet at St. Damien's cathedral."
"Rensumeres." He exclaimed as he felt her little pink tongue play with the underside of his cock.
"No, her name in Wren Summers." Dominique sat upon her haunches and looked into the dark, smoldering eyes of the incubus before her. "She and Demetrius are guests of Xanatos at the castle. Thailog was also looking for the shards of the Praying Gargoyle for the Dragon-knows-what-reason. He has them all but one. Wren Summers is thought to have the final piece. Phyllis overheard a conversation between Summers and her lover about the head of the Gargoyle being in her possession."
He made Dominique take his long shaft all the way down her tight, wet throat. "So, My Pretty? What happens now?"
"Later." She murmured, as she tasted him. She cried out in protest as he turned her over and spread her globes wide to sink into her as an animal would when mounting it's mate.
Dominique said nothing as she slammed her hips back to impale herself on Ares' shaft. In the back of her mind, she knew that he was like most human males, god or not. His cock allowed her to play him like a well-tuned flute. A little lust and some satisfaction and he'd do whatever she wanted...
TO BE CONTINUED...
07/18/01
Sojourner & Champion 7.0
Disclaimer: Gargoyles don't belong to me. They belong to Disney. Rolling Stones lyrics belong to them. Original characters belong to me.
ROLLING STONES LYRICS
Sympathy For The Devil
Please allow me to introduce myself
I'm a man of wealth and taste
I've been around for a long long year stolen many man's soul and faith
I was around when Jesus Christ had His moment of doubt and pain
Made damn sure that Pilate washed his hands and sealed His fate
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
Stuck around St. Petersburg when I saw it was a time for a change
Killed the Tzar and his ministers, Anastasia screamed in vain
I rode a tank held a gen'rals rank when the blitzkrieg
raged and the bodies stank
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah
Ah what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah
I watched the glee while your kings and queens fought for
ten decades for the Gods they made
I shouted out "Who killed the Kennedy's?" when after all
it was you and me
Let me please intruduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste
And I lay traps for troubadors who get killed before they reach Bombay
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name. Oh yeah
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game. Oh yeah
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
Just as every cop is a criminal and all the sinners, Saints
as heads is tails, just call me Lucifer 'cause I'm in need
of some restraint
So if you meet me, have some courtesy have some sympathy
and some taste
Use all your well learned politesse or I'll lay your soul to waste
Pleased to meet you hope you guess my name
But what's puzzling you is the nature of my game
______________________
Thailog struggled to sit upright in his hospital bed. He felt vulnerable without his armor. He attempted to swing his legs over the side. He tried to tear his wrists from the metal restraints holding him to the hospital bed. A growl of rage erupted from the ebony Gargoyle. A sharp jolt burst throughout his torso in a series of burning reminders of his fight with the human female. She was a brave little thing; he'd give her that. She fought well for one of her species. Yet, it seemed sad that she had to die too quickly.
Then, he remembered that accursed weapon that flew from her grasp like a vengeful Valkyrie. When it sank in his arm, the pain of a thousand swords pierced his leathery flesh. He remembered her eyes meeting his as the whirling circlet threatened to dismember him. He remembered those hazel eyes alive and crackling with the embers of panic and hate. He remembered her pathetic display of worry for the Gargoyle lying dead beneath the pile of rubble.
She had thwarted him in his search for the shards of the Praying Gargoyle. He needed them to secure his invulnerability to sunlight. He needed them to assure his immortality. With the shards of the broken Gargoyle reunited into one complete relic, Thailog's immunity to weaponry remained insurmountable. Yet, the blade of that strange circular device cut through him like melted butter.
[Who are you? Where are you, little Waif?] Thailog scratched his chin. He decided that he might find some amusement with her before he killed her. Thailog desired that marvelous weapon that bested his magical shielding. Most of all, she had the final piece of the praying Gargoyle. Otherwise, how could she have fought as well as she did against him?
[I will find you and make you mine, Waif. I promise you. You have captured my interest. Perhaps, I might even let you live.] The weariness of pain seeped through his resolve. He sacrificed regenerative properties by staying awake during daylight hours. Yet, when night came, he'd know full healing. Goliath would feel his wrath.
Thailog's clouded memory cleared as he remembered the black hell spawn rising behind him like a Phoenix from the ashes. He remembered the mane of striking white hair. No way in hell would he forget the unusual fire burning within those violet eyes. It had almost caused his heart to stop to see another Gargoyle of such similar resemblance staring back at him.
[Whoever Demetrius is, he's surely some facsimile crafted by Xanatos. He has Goliath's build and my coloring, but why the Ram's horns? Whatever the reason, I'll enjoy taking his life. The human female will lead him to me like a lamb to slaughter. Now I just have to figure a way to get rid of these restraints and get out of this prison.]
Elisa finished her shift and said her goodbyes to Matt. She hurriedly hopped in her Fairlane and made a hasty path for Castle Wyvern. Tonight, she had a special reason to visit. There was one human woman there that held answers for her and the questions she held. Elisa knew that Wren might well be able to tell her things that no other human woman on Earth might possibly now.
The onslaught of morning traffic was nothing new to Elisa. However, her patience grew short as the pressure to beat the sunrise surmounted. While Wren seemed an unlikely woman to hang around with some Gargoyles, there was something to be said for her spunk. She took on Thailog to defend her mate.
[Never mind that she got her ass seriously kicked in the process!] Elisa smiled at that thought.
A week had passed since Wren Summers came out of her coma. Elisa didn't have much time to spend around the castle with the current undercover drug sting taking up most of nights. She missed Goliath and the clan. She also wanted to know Wren a bit better and gleam some information from her.
[What is it like to be the human mate of a Gargoyle? How is it possible?] The words flew around inside her mind. [There are so many things I want to ask you.]
Elisa drove her classic Fairlane into the Xanatos Enterprises underground parking garage. She gave a nod to Security Officer Joseph Phillips and made her way to her usual parking stall. She pushed herself to the limit as she sprinted up the countless levels to make it to the entry to the castle. Out of breath and chest heaving, Elisa entered the elevator that took her to the main entrance.
Detective Maza tapped her foot impatiently as the doors took forever to open. She stepped from the elevator and made her way through the great dining hall to the courtyard. She felt warmth as Hudson looked up from his game and waved a friendly greeting to her A smile found her face as she saw Wren and several of the clan playing Scrabble.
[Since when did Hudson, Brooklyn and Angela play Scrabble?!}
"Good Evenin', Lass." Hudson greeted her as he never took his eyes from the bored. Elisa watched over his shoulder as Hudson placed five tiles on the board to form the word 'oogle.'
"Ah, man! He just won." Brooklyn groaned. He held out his hand to the elder Gargoyle. "Good game, Hudson."
They shook firmly. "Thank ye, lad."
Elisa shook her head in disbelief. "Where did you learn to play Scrabble?"
"Actually, Demetrius taught us to play. He said it's a good way to improve language skills. Ye know, he's right." Hudson's tan talon tapped his temple. "I had t' think harder and faster that I have in many nights to beat the likes of Brooklyn. He's a fierce warrior on the Scrabble board. And Angela's learning fast."
"I'm sure." She agreed. She saw that Wren and Demetrius were headed back to the great dining hall. "Wren, Demetrius, wait."
They turned and saw the Detective greet them. Demetrius knew what Goliath saw in this petite woman greeting them. With her dark coloring and fiery spirit, she was a smoky topaz of rarity and worth. Her devotion to Goliath and his love for her was the essence of many chivalric tales. Goliath had asked him about the ways and risks of loving a human. Now, he understood why.
Goliath loved Elisa Maza.
Elisa Maza just wasn't ready to admit that she loved a Gargoyle.
"Milady," He teased Wren's earlobe with a whisper. "This night you may do well to speak with Elisa regarding our chose path with one another."
"Dem, you know I'm not good at this sort of thing." She hissed. "I blush during an R rated movie."
"Wren, diplomacy and tact will come to your aid." He gently squeezed her shoulders. "Perchance, you may well learn things to bring other beauty to our liaison."
"Don't we already have it right?" Wren's hazel eyes stared into enchanting lavender orbs. "I love you, you love me. Don't we have it down?"
"If you would but take me as your mate ...all would be right in this world and the next." He lamented.
"I already said I would. I just need time to make sense of it all." Wren's plea found Elisa's ears. "This is for the rest of my life and I want to make sure that it's right for both of us."
"Yet, only a sennight ago, you declared that you would do all in your power to be my mate." The sadness and anger in his voice made Elisa turn around and choose to discreetly leave.
"I will ...soon." Wren brought his hand into her smaller one. She pressed her lips to his palm. "I just need a little more time. Please...."
"Milady, I can deny thee nothing...." He brought his brow to hers.
Elisa had only taken a few steps when she felt a hand on her shoulder. "Wait, Elisa. I'm sorry! Demetrius and I just had a bit of a lover's spat. Please don't leave. I know that you wanted to talk tonight."
"Yeah, but hey! If it's a bad time-" She started.
"It's never a bad time." Wren stopped her. She motioned in the way of the top tower. "Shall we tuck in the clan for the night?"
"Sure. Why not?" Elisa followed the young woman to where the other Gargoyles gathered.
Wren stood near Demetrius' perch. She saw the powerful Gargoyle kneel on one knee with a fierce expression crossing his strikingly handsome features. He sensed her presence and turned to face her. "Milady, until twilight?"
"I have your necklace. Won't you wear it and spend the day with me?" Wren wanted nothing more than to feel the arms of her Demetrius wrapped around her. She abhorred it when they disagreed.
"Alas, Milady, Nay. Slumber beckons me to face the dawn." His large taloned hand came to frame her cheek. "I shall take you with me into my dreams and love only you."
"Until Twilight descends then, pleasant Dreams, Demetrius." She sighed. Wren made no attempt to hide the disappointment in her voice. He resumed his kneel on one knee. The fierce expression vanished in favor of a more somber demeanor. His jet a silvery plum wings caped around him adding an air of nobility to his frame. He steepled his hands and rested them on his knee. He brought his chin to rest on folded hands.
"I love you, Demetrius." Wren whispered as she watched his sleek dark skin become the sparkling obsidian known as Kiarite. She saw the flecks of emerald appear in the polished black stone. Wren breathed a little easier knowing that no weapon or hammer was able to shatter the magickal stone that surrounded him. She thanked Adrienne Westfall nightly in her dreams for that small gift to Clan Wyvern.
"You love him a lot, don't you?" Elisa asked in awe of the entire exchange between the two.
"I do. It took me a long time to admit it." Wren took a ponytail holder from her pocket and grabbed her straight brown locks together. She formed her blunt-cut tresses into a tail and wrapped the holder around it. "It's not easy loving Demetrius."
"I was hoping that maybe...." Elisa stumbled to find the right words. "That maybe you'd tell me more about it."
"I'd be glad to." Wren understood perfectly where the Detective was coming from. "You and Goliath have something special going on between you?"
"Well, sort of." Elisa shrugged. "I'm not sure."
"Let's go to breakfast and have some girl talk."
"Who's buying?"
Ares watched in fascination as his lover's skin paled from that cerulean to peaches and cream. He loved how her body flowed like a river, supple and serpentine, as it made it's way from Harpie to human. He felt the seams of his breeches cut unbearably into his skin as he thought of all things he wanted to spend the morning doing to Dominique Destine.
"Good Morning, Dominique." The Scarlet Gargoyle purred as his nude human lover stood before him.
"Ares, we haven't time for that now." Her scathing reply caused the seams in his breeches to loosen considerably. "I tell you, if you want to defeat the Gargoyle called Demetrius, you must find a warrior that can take him."
"And why won't you, My Dear?" He quipped.
"All in good time, Lover. I assure you that I want nothing more than to rip out his eyes for committing such an abomination. I'd take out his little human whore along with him to wipe the earth clean of their blasphemy. You promised me unlimited resources to conquer and annihilate Humanity from the planet." She went to her closet and pulled a navy business suit from a hanger.
"How do you suggest we find him?" Ares appreciated the view as Dominique bent over to put on her hosiery. He purred in pure masculine appreciation of the tantalizing morsel displaying herself before him.
"My sources tell me that there is a black Gargoyle incarcerated within the walls of Xanatos Enterprises. He fits the description. Yet, it was a human female fighting him rather than aiding him. My sources will tell me more as they uncover what we need to know." Dominique straightened the wrinkles in her hose then stepped into her slip.
"So what do you want to protect you and your kind from my Army as we take over this miserable little dimension?" Ares wanted to do nothing more than to use his crimson taloned hands to hold her firm breasts in his hands as he had the previous evening.
"You're the god of war, I really want just one thing." She purred as she let the swath of lace called a bra barely conceal her bosom. "A short time ago, Goliath and his clan denied me the right to exact revenge on the humans. An artifact called the Praying Gargoyle would have protected me, my daughter and all my kind from the effects of the Clean Slate virus. If we can recover the missing shards of the Praying Gargoyle, if we can rejoin the broken pieces, then the powers of the Praying Gargoyle will be in full force. With the proper spells, that figurine will protect all Gargoyles from your army's invasion."
"You are a cold, hard bitch, Dominique Destine." The crimson Gargoyle grabbed the ravishing redhead and pulled her to him. Her derriere carefully cradled the bulging codpiece he wore as part of his armor. "I knew there was something I liked about you."
The sensuous mix of Gargoyle and Human caused a haze to settle over them. In a rush of madness, Ares and Dominique shoved all the papers and files off her mahogany desk. He laid her bare back against the cool, dark wood. With three sharp talons her silk hose became tattered shreds that he threw to t the side. The tall gargoyle let loose the stays of his leather pants until his scarlet member jutted forth in lustful tribute to the Redhead. He positioned himself between her creamy thighs ready to conquer her.
The phone rang.
"NOT NOW!" Ares bellowed as he sank his throbbing member into the warm tightness of Dominique Destine.
Dominique snarled in victory and surrender as the gargantuan shaft found it's way inside her. He brutally thrust into her hard and fast. Her nails brought scarlet upon crimson as they slashed a trail down his muscular back.
Now she understood why Maza and the other human beguiled Gargoyles males. As a Gargoyle, it was pleasure yet; being human with a Gargoyle male's passion inside was hedonistic ecstasy beyond compare.
She felt her teeth sink into Ares' powerful shoulder as his smooth jewels slapped against her nether lips. He pinned her dainty wrists above her head as he conquered her for his own pleasure. His dark words of enticement encouraged her to spread her thighs just a bit wider.
"Uh, Ms. Destine..." a small voice called into the room. "You have a call on line one from Xanatos Enterprises."
"NOW?" Came the snarl that frightened the secretary on the other side of the intercom.
"Yes, Ma'am. It's from Phyllis Twain is Security. She has a report update for you. Shall I take a message?"
"No!" Dominique found an incredible amount of strength to push a rutting Gargoyle from her. She sat up abruptly and scrambled for the phone lying haphazardly on the floor. She grabbed the receiver and barked into the telephone. "Hello?"
The next few minutes she listened attentively while a very frustrated sire paced anxiously in Dominique's office. She broke the silence with the occasional 'yes' or 'go on.' Finally, the receiver came to rest in the cradle and she gave the aroused Gargoyle a tantalizing smile.
"Fortune has smile upon us, Ares." She drawled seductively. She moved on all-fours to the war god across the room. Her lithe movements were not unlike those of a panther stalking its kill. "We have news."
"Tell me everything." He growled. He brought his scarlet talons to entangle in her thick auburn tresses. He roughly pulled her mouth forwards to give him release.
"Not so fast, love." She stopped him. "Listen well. The black Gargoyle in the infirmary at Xanatos Enterprises isn't Demetrius, it's Thailog."
"Who's Thailog?"
"Someone who may be very useful to us." Dominique took a taste of the preceding passion from the tip of his shaft. "He was hurt rather badly by a human female with a bladed circlet at St. Damien's cathedral."
"Rensumeres." He exclaimed as he felt her little pink tongue play with the underside of his cock.
"No, her name in Wren Summers." Dominique sat upon her haunches and looked into the dark, smoldering eyes of the incubus before her. "She and Demetrius are guests of Xanatos at the castle. Thailog was also looking for the shards of the Praying Gargoyle for the Dragon-knows-what-reason. He has them all but one. Wren Summers is thought to have the final piece. Phyllis overheard a conversation between Summers and her lover about the head of the Gargoyle being in her possession."
He made Dominique take his long shaft all the way down her tight, wet throat. "So, My Pretty? What happens now?"
"Later." She murmured, as she tasted him. She cried out in protest as he turned her over and spread her globes wide to sink into her as an animal would when mounting it's mate.
Dominique said nothing as she slammed her hips back to impale herself on Ares' shaft. In the back of her mind, she knew that he was like most human males, god or not. His cock allowed her to play him like a well-tuned flute. A little lust and some satisfaction and he'd do whatever she wanted...
TO BE CONTINUED...