-1A/N: I was looking for an older file and in the process realized that I didn't have a copy of this fic anymore, so I decided to go get it. I was shocked and amazed when I saw how many messages there were to continue this story, spanning two years, and that it still had an average of 200 page views a month. I figured, well, what the hell? So here are at least two more chapters. I hope the tone hasn't changed too much…I haven't seen an episode of Gargoyles in two years either.
This chapter is very much X rated. You have been forewarned.
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Elisa sipped wine as she waited for the sun to go down, hoping that being slightly drunk would help her get through the evening. She knew what she had to do. All of it. Goliath was so close to giving up from fear of hurting her. She had to prove to him that she was not the delicate little human he thought she was. She was waiting for him in the white underwear set. Looking in the mirror she could see the dark areoles of her nipples through the fabric. She smiled to herself-that was sure to get Goliath's attention. She had also taken the time to properly shave herself for the first time ever. She had noted the gargoyles' lack of body hair, and she was determined to be as gargoyle-like as possible for him. She traced her slit through the silk of her barely-there panties. She was soaking wet and ready.
She had two glasses before Goliath showed. Not normally a drinker, it helped make her lose and easy, her nervousness melting away. She unlocked the balcony and let him in, shivering at the coolness of the night air. She felt her nipples tighten and become even more noticeable. "Hey big guy," she greeted him, going up on her toes to nip at his neck.
"Elisa. Where are your clothes?"
"You're looking at them," she said. "Do you want some wine?"
"Do you want any more?" he questioned, and she poured a third glass for herself and one for him. He sipped cautiously. "I wanted to talk to you."
"We can talk later," she said. "Right now I have every intention of seducing you." "Are you drunk?"
"Only a little," she admitted cheerfully.
He set his glass back down. "You think you need to be intoxicated to be with me?" Elisa caught a tone of hurt in his voice.
"No, no," she said quickly, putting down her glass as well. "See? No more booze." Goliath growled and started back for the balcony doors, but she grabbed him by the hand and pulled him back to her. "I want you," she said. "I want you to mate with me." She reached up and grabbed a handful of his hair, pulling his head down to meet her lips. It seemed to have the exact effect on him that she wanted it to, because her growled and pulled her close.
"Mate with you?" he asked, his mouth so close to hers.
"Right now. On the floor, against the wall, I don't care. I'm dying every moment you're not inside me."
"I could hurt you."
"I don't care."
His movements were fast. Elisa found herself being slammed non too gently against the wall behind her. His mouth captured hers, his kiss harder than any he had ever given her before. She had never understood the concept of bruising kisses in romance novels, but she did now. He raised a clawed fingertip and hooked it under the front of her bra. The straps dug into her shoulders as he pulled and the bra ripped open, her breasts bouncing slightly with their freedom. She moaned when he ducked his head to take a nipple in his mouth, teasing it to hardness with his tongue and then biting hard.
She cried out, not expecting pain like that to turn her on, but she was beginning to quiver with need. "Goliath, Goliath." She muttered his name over and over again. He was hard against her stomach, ready for her. She fumbled with his belt, but she couldn't get her fingers to work. He undid the buckle and let the loin cloth fall to the floor. She let her hand travel the length of his cock. Like stone, so much like stone…
"Elisa." His voice was little more than a whisper in her ear.
"Go slow," she answered. "Go slow, and if it hurts too much I'll tell you to stop."
"I don't want to hurt you."
"I want you to."
For a moment she was afraid he would back away from her, but instead he slipped a hand between them and she heard a rip as he pulled off the new underwear. He wrapped his strong arms around her and lifted her up. Elisa felt his cock against her opening and that was as much as she could take, just feeling him hard and pressing against her. She cried out as she came, throwing her arms around his neck. He lowered her slowly, and in the throws of orgasm she was able to take first one inch, and then another.
Her muscles protested but she didn't care, and he continued to push into her. "Stop," she managed to gasp as the waves of pleasure faded and she felt the full pain of him inside her. She wasn't sure how much of him was inside, maybe half. It wasn't any where near as bad as the first time. She almost laughed. She could do this. They could do this. He didn't move, her weight resting on his arms and on his cock while she got used to the girth. His eyes were wide-she couldn't tell what he was feeling from his expression. "Okay," she said, "Goliath, I'm okay."
"I'm hurting you," he replied.
"It's a good kind of hurt," she assured. "Please, Goliath. Make love to me."
He withdrew with aching slowness and pushed inside her again. She groaned at the sweet pain. "Please," she whispered again. "Trust me. I trust you-with all my heart."
He did not move quickly, and he didn't try to push any further inside her. After half a dozen strokes Elisa knew she couldn't take it anymore, but she could feel his arms growing tense, as rigid as stone. "Let go," she told him. "Come inside me."
He thrust forward one more time, fast, and she had to bite back the pain as he sunk even deeper inside her. His growl as he came was almost a howl, and she felt him explode inside her.
Goliath closed his eyes as he thrust forward, not wanting to see the pain in Elisa's face as he spilled his seed inside her. Not like this, he thought when he knew he couldn't hold back any longer. I don't want my pleasure to be her pain. But that pleasure was too great, and he had been waiting and wanting for so long.
He lost himself for just a moment, thrusting harder and faster than he wanted to, but she felt so good, so impossibly tight, and when he came he thought he was going to fall off a cliff that wasn't there. He cried out and clutched her too tightly as he thrust again and again as he came, filling her in several bursts. He felt his strength leave his legs, and he sunk down on the floor, bringing Elisa with him.
He was very aware when she pulled herself off him-he never wanted to be separated from her body again. He opened his eyes when she cuddled up beside him, wrapping herself in his arms. "Are you alright, my love?" he asked her, feeling more love for her than he ever thought possible.
She nodded. "I will be." She smiled a little. "Ouch."
Goliath brought her close to his chest and kissed her face, tasting the salt of tears wiped away while he wasn't looking. "I'm so sorry," he said, burying his face in her neck and hair. "So sorry." He didn't want to look at her, but he didn't want to let go.
"Hey," she said, pushing him away and forcing him to look her in the eye. "Don't be sorry. Don't you ever be sorry." Her voice was both desperate and commanding. He could only nod.
Elisa sat up and took off the tatters of her bra still wrapped around her "Do you know how much this cost?" she demanded.
He never thought about things like that. His only thought, ripping off her clothes, was that he wanted her, so bad it hurt. "I'm sorr-" But she held up her hand, and he permitted himself to smile.
His smile faded to horror when he saw the spot on the carpet where she had been laying. There was a copious amount of fluid-his fluid-soaking into the fibers, but also thin streaks of red. "Elisa," he said, his voice feeling very small. "You're injured."
She looked down at the blood on the carpet. "What? Oh. Oops." Her voice was almost merry. "You did get little carried away there at the end big guy."
"I hurt you." He could feel his body recoiling away from her, but she held him close, kissed his lips when all he wanted to do was kill himself. He had promised never to hurt her. His perfect, delicate Elisa. Too delicate to make love to a monster like himself.
"No, no," she soothed like she was speaking to a small child. She ran her fingers through his hair. "You didn't." He watched as she slipped one hand between her legs. Her fingers came back wet, but there was no blood on them. "You see," she said, and he caught relief in her voice. "I'm hardly hemorrhaging. All I need is a hot shower and I'll be good as new." She gave him a rueful smile that did not make him feel any better. "I need a shower in either case. A thousand years of pent-up frustration is…messy."
Before he could think he scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the bathroom, the only feeling he had was an urge to fix what he had broken. Elisa laughed against his chest. "This isn't funny," he said, setting her down on the bath mat in front of the tub.
"You have no sense of humor."
"I know." Apparently she found that funny as well. She laughed as she bent over and turned on the water, and he eyed her round posterior, feeling a new rush of lust. He had no right to feel like that after-
"Get in here," she said, stepping into the tub and grabbing his hand. He let her pull him under the hot spray of water. He was too large for the narrow space and they squeezed close together. Elisa leaned against him, closing her eyes and smiling as the water washed over her. "I feel better already."
"I don't," Goliath admitted, but his shame did begin to lessen as he watched her soap up a wash cloth and run it over her shoulders and arms. She looked so happy…she didn't blame him. And little by little, he began to feel better. He took the cloth from her and washed her breasts and stomach. He was gentle as he washed between her legs. "Are you sure-"
"Feel." She pulled the cloth way from him and pressed his fingers against her wet flesh. It seemed so impossible that she was not torn or mangled. "I told you we could do this." She guided his thumb to brush over a the hard bud of flesh over her opening, and gasped with unexpected bliss. Goliath stared at her, amazed that she could still feel pleasure after what they had just done. She clutched him under the water as he continued, with her urging, to tease her. She moaned and rested her head on her chest, and when she climaxed she bit into his skin, but he hardly noticed, instead staring at the beautiful woman writhing in his arms.
"You are amazing," he whispered once she had come back to herself.
She looked at him, her wet hair plastered against her head. "So are you."
Elisa turned off the water and got out of the shower on shaking legs, but she hoped Goliath didn't notice. She hurt, quite a bit, but he couldn't know that. She let him take care of her, drying her off and helping her into her bath robe. He followed her into the bedroom, which was where their union was supposed to have taken place. Most of the candles were burnt down low in their holders, some were out. The bottle of lube sitting on the bedside table might have come in handy… "What's this?" he asked, sounding bemused as he surveyed the room.
"The original plan was to be romantic," she said, collapsing on the bed and patting the other side of the mattress. He lay down on his side, not taking his eyes off her. "I liked the other way better," she admitted. "I'm sorry for getting drunk. I was nervous."
"I forgive you," he said, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand because he didn't want to not be touching her.
"Hey, didn't you want to talk to me about something?"
"Not anymore," he said, smiling. "We've consummated our relationship. Do you know what that means?"
Elisa felt a thrill shiver through her body. "I'm your mate?"
"Until the end of time."
Eventually Elisa fell asleep in his arms, and Goliath watched the rise and fall of her chest under her bathrobe. They had just done a terrible thing, but he didn't care. He had come to dissolve their union before it was too late to do so. He knew Hudson was right, that a human and a gargoyle shouldn't be together. But now he and Elisa were one, and the world had not ended. It was even sweeter for it.
He closed his eyes and breathed in her scent-spicy and erotic. It caused his cock to stir, but they wouldn't be doing anything until Elisa had healed. He wasn't going to hurt her again. She slept on and he watched her, too happy to care about the consequences of their union.
Elisa woke up to the sun coming up, finding herself embracing a stone statue in her bed. "We are going to be in trouble when you get home tonight," she told his prone form, but it was with a smile.