The next day, Roe got up rather quickly and left to get the fey wine that he would need for this particular mean plan. He'd accidently found a shop that was fey owned and sold fey products during a day shopping trip with Fox, Elisa, and Demona. In the past two years, Demona had become a good acquaintance to the clan. The major surprising turn for Demona was when she turned around and became actual friends with Fox and Elisa. The only real reason Demona gave these two humans a chance, was during there first day shopping trip after Roe told them of his shifting powers, was when some jackass called Fox a no good slut, and Elisa whoring a cotton pickin' indian. Both humans had glared at the man and ended up calling him a worthless piece of shit human. Demona had been surprised at that while Roe had been confused at the racial slurs. Demona had changed her tune after that, realizing that they understood human evil. Especially Elisa, because of the things she had seen being a cop and all. Angela and Demona had become quiet close as well during that time, actually acting like a mother and daughter.
Soon enough, two weeks had passed, and it was Friday was upon the clan, and with it, Roe's eighteenth birthday. It'd be a small affair with a cake, some traditional Norwegian foods and music, and relaxation after duties were done. Roe spotted Owen and shyly waved at him. Owen nodded to him, a tiny smile in place on his face. As the night began to progress, people started to half wind down and Owen was starting to get a little tipsy. Roe had been nervous, so he'd got drunk, and then stumbled over to Owen. The two made an excuse to leave the main hall to go talk.
Before Roe could actually say anything, Owen was on him, kissing him hungrily. Roe moaned in happiness, slender hands clutching the jacket lapel. Within moments, Roe was on his hands and knees and being prepared by an overly eager Puck. The prankster groaned at the tightness that was around his fingers. He was glad he didn't drink as much as most did, but wondered if it was proper to do this with a drunken partner.
Roe backed onto his fingers, getting Pucks undivided attention. The white haired fay pulled his fingers out, and went to remove his leggings. Roe let out a disappointed moan that hurried the older fay along. He'd been waiting two years to have Roe, and nothing was going to stop him from having the delicate little gargoyle. Puck alined himself with Roe's virginal hole, and in a moment, thrust into exquisite heat. Roe grunted in pain, but held still, unsure with the feeling of invasion. Puck waited for his smaller lover, not wanting to hurt the tiny gargoyle, before he began thrusting. It seemed like seconds before it got really intense.
"Ooohhh," Roe moaned out, as Own, or Puck, thrust wildly into him. The eighteen year old gargoyle drunkenly thought how it'd come to this. In a matter of seconds, Roe decided he didn't care and looped his long tale around the trickster. Puck, for that's who the older fey turned into, let out a happy groan as the body below tightened considerable. Gods above, did Roe have a tight little body, perfect for the wild fucking they were doing. Puck wondered, not for the first time, but pondered more intensely, if Roe's passage could pass an egg easily. He'd seen gargoyle eggs before, and they could get decently big. Gods, children with Roe would make the boy his for ever.
Without realizing it, Roe sent out a strong pulse of pheromones, unknowingly using magic to spread it through out the castle. As soon as Puck got a whiff of those pheromones, and a familiar tingle of magic connecting with him, he let loose a great howl of pleasure. The white haired Fay's hands tightened on Roe's hips considerable as he began to thrust harder then ever. It was assured that by the end of this session, Roe would not only would have hand shaped bruises on his hips, but bite marks on his ears and neck.
"Oh please, PLEASE!" Roe begged, rocking back violently on Pucks slender, but long, length. Puck moaned again as Roe's walls tightened around him, hungrily sucking in his already desperate length.