hi i wanted to ask if you could do a story where reader is dating a gargoyle and one night he’s fucking them in a courtyard and they’re both right on the edge when the sun suddenly comes up and he freezes again, knot stuck in the readers cunt and pinning them to the ground in the courtyard, denying them of their orgasm but keeping them on his cock for the day. hopefully no one finds them ;P
A/N: Do laugh about the title, I think it’s so funny.
Twilight
Gargoyle x fem!reader || edging, overstimulation, sex toy (technically?), (very light) cum-inflation
Imagine having a gargoyle boyfriend. When you first saw him in the tall building across your office, you thought it was a hot as fuck statue, but when you spotted him moving when his shift ended… You almost had a heart attack. And your panties got wet at the same time. It took him three days to figure out the notes you kept hanging on the glass were directed at him, but that same day he waited for you to finish work and took you for coffee.
After that, well… You have a gargoyle boyfriend. And you are a bit obsessed with him. Or a lot. A whole lot, actually. He’s just so massive and wide all over, and he loves you so very much. He’s a romantic all over. He never spends more than an hour without giving you a kiss, his arm is permanently placed over your shoulder when you are out and about, and he likes to cuddle more than he likes anything else (even if his body is hard as a rock, pun intended, he’s surprisingly comfy). He’s perfect.
But if you are a 100% true to yourself, the thing that you love the most about him is the way he fucks.
His monster dick is the best thing that ever happened to your pussy. You’ve never experienced something like it. You aren’t sure you have words to describe it, even. He loves to wrap his wings around you while he fucks you, his whole body wrapped around yours in the warmest of embraces. He fucks you all night long. His dick buried so deep inside of you, his shaft rubbing against his G-spot at every little movement, sending sparks of pleasure up your spine until your thighs can’t stop shaking, and he chuckles in your ear, your utter debauchery is peak comedy to him.
And every once in a while, you enjoy a little rendezvous in the garden. Or anywhere semi-public where the threat of being caught is enough to drive him a little bit wilder, and to get you a little bit wetter. Your heartbeats matched in the cadence of sex while you gasp for breath at every thrust of his hips. To the point that you lose track of time. So much so that you are completely lost in pleasure when the sun starts to rise. Well, to be fair, you were so wrapped into each other that you forgot there was something that would put an end to the garden debauchery.
The second the sun breaks the horizon, your gargoyle boyfriend blinks a total of two times, his mouth open in the middle of an orgasm before he lets out a choked breath and his body freezes over yours. His dick is buried so deep inside you can feel it against your pleasure points. You try to move, but he’s… struck. The sun is up and your gargoyle boyfriend is right inside of you. In the middle of the garden. And he’s going to be frozen there for the next seven to eight hours (luckily for you, it’s still winter).
At first, you are just resting there, but then you roll your hips a little bit and gasp. You can feel him so deep inside, and the ridges on his dick still feel so good… You wonder if you could cum by just moving your hips slightly. A few moments later you discover that the answer to that question is yes. Not only you can come, but it feels incredibly good to be squeezing around his hard as stone (pun intended again) dick.
By the time the sun starts to set, and he comes back to his body, your pussy feels raw. You had so many orgasms that each twitch is almost painful, but still sends sparks of pleasure up your spine. You are a drooling teary mess under him, and his eyes blink open as he returns to his body. The roar that leaves his throat is monstrous when the sensations of his body come back all at once. Each little movement, each time you squeezed around his dick… All of it hits him like a brick, you can see it in his eyes as he starts rutting into you like a madman. Like a monster. He thrusts into your oversensitive pussy, his pubic bone rubbing your clit almost painfully while he surrenders himself to the accumulated orgasms and pleasure. Your vision whites out, his roars mix with the ringing in your ears while he drives you to another plane of existence altogether. You aren’t sure what’s real anymore, but you can still feel his dick buried deep inside of you while he fills you so much your stomach gets a bit bloated. Not such a bad day after all…
My laptop broke so this was mostly written on phone. Also, it was originally part of another story, but escalated so much I had to make it its own thing. So it has no plot. Only smut.
And my fingers hurt.
And it’s very hot and my mind’s melting and my thoughts are drifting and — basically I’m taking a break until temperatures cool and (my) morale improves.
Contains: past tense, 12 male gargoyles x afab!reader, aphrodisiac, dubious consent, p in v, anal, fingering, use of tails, gangbang, cum dump, knotting, creampie, belly bulge, big 🍆, lots of 💦, 3.4k words, NSFW & MDNI
Body burning hot from the aphrodisiac and dripping wet from the pouring rain, water sloshing out of your shoes and leaving a trail, you stumbled into the church. The air was cold and the light dim, only illuminating the dusty cobwebs on the old wrought iron sconces and the walls blackened by hundreds of years of incense, candle, and cigarette smoke.
Your legs were weak, so soft you could barely stand, yet you didn’t dare stop.
What if they followed you?
Thoughts swimming as your blood boiled, you forced yourself to continue. You walked through the nave past the pews, didn’t realize when you took a corner, and somehow ended up before a heavy door, made of iron-bound wood. Unable to think of what may lie behind, you pushed it open, crawling up the steep stairs.
When you reached the top after who knew how long, your skin was itching, breasts feeling sore and pussy drooling with arousal. Irritated, you struggled to take off your wet clothes, disliking the way they clung to your body. Then you reached down, the unexpected touch of your own cold fingers making you flinch and whine in frustration.
“Oh my, what do we have here?”
The sudden voice, like stones rubbing against each other, caused you to jump.
“Haha, no need to be afraid…”
And before your wide eyes, a figure stepped out of the shadows, into the pale light painted by raindrops trailing down the big round window behind. A head crowned by horns, bat-like wings sprouting from the back and a flexible tail coiling around the legs, a naked man made of stone bowed down to you.
“It’s just us,” he said as lightning flashed and distant thunder rolled across the sky, the blinding white light revealing more shadows like him, “the guardians of this church.”
Like the sound of falling pebbles, the voices of the gargoyles rang out. They chuckled and whispered, their cocks dangling right before your eyes.
The first gargoyle seemed to notice your gaze, and his voice took on a pitying tone. “Oh no, how did that happen? You’re all… wet!”
You looked at him, close to crying, “Help…”
He exchanged looks with the others, silently exchanging their thoughts, and then smiled and nodded, “Sure.”
“Boss, you first, you first…”
“Go for it!”
“She’s so pretty…”
“I want to go next!”
“No way, go after me!”
“Don’t fight…”
“Well then, don’t mind me~”
With that, the first gargoyle stepped forward and brought you in position. Facing the window with rain running down in rivulets, head down on a hastily dusted off cushion they got from god knew where and ass up, the gargoyle’s tail nudged your knees apart while his hands grabbed your ass cheeks. The cold, heavy touch sent a shiver up your spine, and as his hands spread your flesh, slick dripped from your pussy.
Then a rock teased your entrance. Its small, rounded tip slid up and down between your wet folds, circling around your clit before returning to your hole and slipping in. The deeper it went, the wider it got, until it forced your hole so wide open you whimpered. Afterwards, he quickly pulled out, only to slowly slide back in. Again and again, he sank into you, gradually stretching your pussy and allowing you to take him deeper and deeper.
At this point, you realized he was using his tail to fuck you.
He was preparing you.
His tip grazed your sensitive spot, making you whine and buck your hips. You wanted, no, needed him deeper, faster, rougher.
But just then, the gargoyle pulled out.
“Please…!”
He chuckled, “May I?”
“Yes, yes, yes, fuck, ah—!”
With one swift stroke, the gargoyle entered your sopping wet pussy with his cold, hard stone cock. Your walls clenched around the tapered tip, bulging mid-section and narrower base, feeling his outline. It was so hard it almost hurt, lacking any give or flexibility, but right then, mind almost blackout drunk on aphrodisiacs, that felt heavenly.
The gargoyle adjusted his grip on your ass, tail wrapping around your waist and dangling down to tease your asshole with its slicked up tip still carrying your temperature, and started thrusting. Slow and steady, he pulled back until his tip was barely still inside you before pushing back in. His slightly rough texture dragging along your walls perfectly soothed the itch you felt there, causing you to moan softly as you relaxed.
A few stone hands reached out to give you more pillows. Then they stroked your back, arms, head and cheeks, one finger even dipping into your mouth to press down on your tongue.
And right then, the gargoyle fucking you slammed into your pussy.
A jolt went through you as he hit a certain spot. Unable to close your mouth, you moaned loudly, and your pussy squelched with every hard plunge into your depths from how wet you were. It made you feel more and more excited, especially with all the other gargoyles watching, your eyes rolling and chest heaving, like an animal in heat.
All you could manage was a pathetic whine before you came. Your pussy fluttered, clearly feeling his canine-like shape and slightly rough texture pressing into your wet, tender walls.
Behind you, the gargoyle sped up. Delicious friction left your abdomen pulsing and your hole dripping, while the knot at the base of his cock pounded against your drenched folds. His stone body was stained by your aphrodisiac-induced heat, seemingly almost melding into your body, and your slick spread over his knot, resulting in an additional wet smacking noise.
When you came the second time, the gargoyle rammed his hard, fist-like knot into your sopping pussy.
You screamed at the sudden sensation of fullness. Your eyes rolled and your walls fluttered, stimulated by his continuous shallow thrusts. His punishing pace left you incoherent and trembling from bliss, his knot pulling on your pussy and stretching you further. And all the while, the other gargoyles were still teasing you, holding your mouth open. Each of your loud and high-pitched gasps, moans and whines was forced out of you, for all to appreciate as you were fucked.
A moment later, the gargoyle grunted. Without warning, thick ropes of cum erupted from his cock and were pumped into your depths. It was noticeably warm, with a weight and consistency to it that reminded you of mortar.
Unable to control yourself, another orgasm rolled over you. Your pussy clenched around the stone knot, fluttering so hard your abdomen hurt a little.
The gargoyle patted your ass reddened by his vice grip with a chuckle and pulled out. He had fucked you so well his knot popped out with ease, leaving your hole gaping and slowly dripping slick. Its sight drew some chuckles and other sounds from the surrounding gargoyles. From the corner of your eye, vision blurred by the raging aphrodisiac and recent tears of bliss, you even saw a few rubbing their cocks.
Seeing them, you bit down on your lip. The heat in your abdomen that had just calmed flared up again, making your blood boil with arousal. Sweat dripped down your skin and you felt a little lightheaded, panting and writhing with need.
One of the gargoyles patted your head and trailed his fingers down your spine, cooing something. At the same time, his tail tip pressed against your clit, making you twitch sensitively at the cold, hard touch.
He laughed, yet refused to enter you. All he did was caress your sweaty back and tease your clit. It was agonizing in the best way, a sweet torture that slowly led you to the edge yet left you hanging just as you were about to fall. Too little to come, yet too much to cool down again. Steadily keeping you there, listening to your moans, until he had enough. The gargoyle replaced his tail with his fingers and gently knead.
You came as if a button had been pressed. Eyes rolling back and body spasming wildly, something in your abdomen unraveled and liquid squirted from your pussy.
Laughter like falling rocks rumbled in your ears. A crackle sounded, like stone rubbing against stone, and you could feel their gazes boring into you, clinging to your naked body. They were watching, all watching you. Watching your slick and sweat drip, your thighs shift, your clit twitch. Like they were fucking you with their eyes.
These thoughts mixed with the aphrodisiac and turned you on, winding up the tension in your belly like a spring.
Sensitive from all the stimulation, you trembled when you were touched again. The gargoyle turned you over, onto your back, and lifted your legs. Bedded on the cushions, your hips were raised to the perfect height for the gargoyle to enter you, letting you see how your greedy hole swallowed his knobbly cock bit by bit. It looked like tightly squeezed soap bubbles and felt like a scaled-down version of the bumpy cobblestone streets outside, ending in an uneven knot at the base.
He gently held your thighs whetted by your slick as he thrust, going neither deep nor fast but patiently rubbing his knobbly cock along your walls. His pace combined with your post-climax heightened sensitivity made you moan and unconsciously tilt your hips like you wanted him to go deeper. Yet the gargoyle maintained his pace, steady as a rock. In and out, back and forth, the knobbly texture caressed your insides. It was calm to the point of being agitating, almost as bad as merely playing with your clit.
Finally, when you were moaning desperately, he worked his uneven knot into you. As it pressed against your g-spot, you came with a cry, while he grunted and pumped a rope of thick, heavy, mortar-like cum into you. The sensation of it settling in your belly mixed with your orgasm, further dragging it out.
You didn’t even notice how he pulled out and was replaced.
Or rather, you barely felt him at all. Only his tip grazed your walls like a mean tease, until he slid his knot in. He fucked you in a frenzy, knot rubbing over your g-spot, and just as your pleasure was building nicely, he already came, dumping his load of weighty cum into you.
Before you could whine about the emptiness you were filled once more. Legs propped up against the gargoyle’s chest and knees over his shoulders, his straight cock sank into your pussy. Stone barbs lightly caught on your entrance and were forced in, pressing into your wet walls like a massage stick. Holding onto your thighs, he started thrusting, gradually speeding up until your breasts bounced and your hands tried to find something to hold onto.
Thick cum was compressed by his cock head, pounded deeper into you with each addictive repetition. Wet squelches and your moans filled the air, accompanied by the clinking of stone and the heavy scent of lust.
Your eyes rolled as you came. Pussy fluttering and spasming, pleasure coursed through your veins and calmed the boiling heat as the gargoyle fucked you through your orgasm. Yet relief was denied, lust reignited before it could extinguish. It sent you back into the throes of ecstasy as the gargoyle plowed you, raking your walls until they were tender.
When you trembled with your next orgasm, he buried his knot inside your fucked raw pussy. Thick cum was pressed deeper into your core and added to by him, your lower abdomen noticeably bulging from the amount.
After a long while, he pulled out with a wet plop.
Your hole gaped from being repeatedly knotted. The flesh inside was red from the constant stimulation, feeling puffy and burning faintly.
And yet, the gargoyles’ next actions came as no relief.
The following cocks were smaller than the others with less novel textures, but they all got creative before dumping their cum into your pussy. One fucked you slowly while kneading your breasts and using your dripping slick to tease your asshole with his tail tip, relishing in how it dripped from between your folds. Another turned you onto your belly and fingered your pussy until his fingers were dripping wet so he could prep your ass, stretching the little bud into a blooming flower before pushing his cock alternately into your pussy and your ass. And you didn’t know who started it, but he used his cock and tail to fuck your two holes simultaneously, keeping you on edge with their sometimes slow and sometimes fast pace and denying you your orgasm until the very end.
When they were done with you, sweat was flowing down your spine and your belly was swollen from how much thick, heavy cum pressed down on your womb. Your eyes were unfocused, your holes gaping, and faint bruises were already covering your skin.
Just as you vaguely thought they were done, another pair of hands gripped you. Large and steady, they turned you onto your back and pressed your legs up until your knees neared your ears. In this position, you were forced to present your puffy, gaping pussy to the gargoyle towering above you. Outlined by the faint light shining into the little room through the round window behind him, you saw broad shoulders and large wings, adonis-like abdominal muscles hewn into the stone torso, and a big, fat, curved, exaggeratedly veiny cock hanging between his thick thighs.
The gargoyle sounded a little bashful as he apologized before penetrating you with his enormous cock head.
Your sopping wet hole was stretched to its limit, quietly squelching as centimeter after centimeter sank in. Folds spread and erect clit twitching, just the tip had your eyes already rolling. When he was one third in, you felt him push the mortar-like cum filling your channel being pushed deeper inside, and by the time he was two thirds in, you felt him bottom out, carved veins pressing firmly into your walls. The pulse of pleasure as he completely filled you made you throw your head back and your muscles spasm as slick squirted from your pussy like a broken sprinkler.
Blood rushed through your ears, deafening loud. Every little touch and move made you pant like an animal in heat. You couldn’t tell whether you were screaming or crying or trembling. All you knew was that you were stuffed with cum and cock. A cum-dump being fucked into oblivion by monster cocks. So cock-drunk you couldn’t tell up from down.
When the gargoyle slowly pulled back, your folds clung to his girth. His veins and distinct cock head dragged over your already overstimulated g-spot, and when he once more sank into your depths, you came again, pussy fluttering.
The large gargoyle grunted. He rolled his hips with great patience, letting you get used to his monstrous size before speeding up. With every thrust, he got faster and plunged in deeper, eventually pounding both his cock and the other gargoyles’ accumulated cum into you. His hips drenched by your slick slapped against your forcefully bent up ass and folds, wet smacks matching the rhythm of your heartbeat until overtaking it.
You felt him in your gut and at the back of your throat, fucking the air out of your lungs and making your pussy gush. He left you in a constant state of overwhelming pleasure, and when he finally somehow rammed his fat knot into your abused hole, you came so hard you blacked out.
And all the while, the large gargoyle still rocked his hilted cock inside you, showing his big outline from your pussy through your abdomen, knot grinding against your g-spot while his tip pressed the others’ cum against your cervix. Then with one last roll of his hips, cramming himself as deep into you as he could, he came. A thick rope of heavy cum erupted from his length, more and more of it pumping into you until your stomach bulged as if pregnant.
He pulled out with some difficulty, producing a loud squelch and leaving your thighs red and trembling from his hold, your hole so stretched one could see the cum stuffing you. Looking at his masterpiece, he paused for a moment, then flicked your clit.
You moaned and shuddered reflexively from the current this touch sent through your body.
Despite how spent you were, how tired and thirsty, you still… hadn’t had enough.
Abused by the aphrodisiac and gargoyle cocks, you’d already been trained into wanting this.
As such, it was to your great pleasure when they continued. Big, small, knobbly, smooth — each and every one of the twelve gargoyles fucked their knot into your pussy at least once and dumped their cum into you. They filled you until there was so much the bigger ones couldn’t fit anymore and took to fucking your stretched ass, only to switch back to your pussy just as they were about to cum.
By the end, everyone was fucking your ass with their cocks wet from your slick and stuck their tips into your pussy to use you as cum dump, until it overflowed. Thick glops of it fell out of your pussy, hole stretched so much it couldn’t close, slowly dripping down and landing on the floor with a splat.
Your whole body was numb and sweaty and trembling, brain fucked empty, and your stomach bulged from the copious amounts of mortar-like cum, heavy and stuffed to the brim. Small spasms caused by your uncountable orgasms caused your pussy to contract around the still pliable yet gradually hardening substance filling you, finally making you pass out from overstimulation.
When you regained consciousness, it was already the next day. You were dead tired, extremely hungry, your limbs heavy, and there was still something thick and hard plugging your fucked raw pussy. It was so bad that just turning over left you drained of strength and panting for breath.
When you dizzily reached between your shaking legs, you felt something hard sealing your entrance. Your folds were covered by it, also reaching your clit and ass like some kind of strange sex toy. Experimentally pulling on it sent a shiver of pleasure up your spine and forced a hoarse moan over your burning vocal cords, immediately making you recall the events of last night.
Shocked, you looked down at yourself and gaped at the sight.
Your belly, no, your entire abdomen bulged, from your bellybutton to your folds. It made your skin stretch, a hardness hiding beneath the soft flesh and leaving you unable to tense your muscles without gasping in pleasure and overstimulation alike.
By now, it was clear: That thing stuffing your pussy was the gargoyles’ hardened cum.
It had filled your gaping hole to the brim and perfectly molded according to your shape, then hardened over night, or maybe once the daylight shone on it. Either way, just lightly tugging on it sent fresh currents along your nerves, forcefully reigniting your arousal.
With tears gathering in your eyes, you bit your lip and took deep breaths as you removed the dildo of hardened gargoyle cum from your pussy. Your slick eased the action, yet it fit so well and reminded you so much of the insanity of last night that you couldn’t resist fucking yourself on it. Every dip and bulge was a faint memory of the gargoyles’ cocks, especially the knot-like shape towards your entrance. Only the flared tip was new, wonderfully kissing your cervix every time you completely swallowed it.
By the time you finally pulled the pillar out of your hole, you’d come three times and were feeling lightheaded.
Your entire body trembled as you slowly dressed. The clothes were a little crispy from getting drenched in rain last night, but you couldn’t afford to care about it. Only, when you were fully clothed, you glanced at the hardened cum dildo and fell into a long moment of hesitation.
You couldn’t just… leave it here. What if someone else found it? But how were you supposed to get this thing out of a church…?
Ah.
Both ashamed and excited, you pulled down your pants.
And as you worked the pillar back into your ravaged pussy, eyes glazed over and cheeks flushed with lust, a dozen pairs of dim, stony eyes stared at you, silently watching.
Oh… If you liked them so much, then maybe… they could take the opportunity to visit you one of those days.
He’d warned you. Growled it low through fanged teeth, wings twitching.
“Hmn… You mustn’t… touch me like that, sweetling. I… I will not last.”
But did you listen? No. Of course not. You were too busy tracing your fingers along the chiseled lines of his abs, too obsessed with the way that thick, pulsing vein along his shaft twitched every time you moaned his name. He was shaking. Because of you.
Boldly, your palm teased his massive cock, the head flushed a dark violet and already dripping pre-cum, droplets leaking down that carved length. You hadn’t even stroked him properly yet, and he was panting, wings flaring, claws digging into the wall behind him like it was the only thing keeping him from wrecking you.
“P-please, I… nggh… I will not stop once I start.”
Good Heavens, how could you have enough of him begging you like this? Oh, the sounds he made when you finally licked the tip. Holy fuck. He broke. Groaned so loud it rattled the cave.
“F-fuck… I c-can’t—yes— too good— no—too much—”
More moisture leaked from him. And you hadn’t even put him in your mouth yet, just lapped at the sensitive head, kitten-licks over that spot that made him jolt, his thighs twitching. You could feel it, the pulse, the pure desperation and the way his body tried to hold back.
In the end, he spilled all over your face with just a few slow sucks, his whole form tensing, wings curling tight around your back as if to trap you in his heat. He was tried to pull away, but he couldn’t. Just kept coming and coming, muttering apologies in that gravel-deep voice as his hips throbbed from the aftershocks.
“I—I warned you… fuck—”
Oh, but you weren’t done.
You looked up at that trembling mountain of muscle, flushed and still hard and said, “Oversensitive?”
“You bet.”
“Be a good boy and let me ride you?”
“Ride me, sweetling. I’ve got the best seat,” he said, his cock bobbing for you.
When you moved to ride him, pussy yet and yielding, he let out a roar that shook dust from the ceiling. He fucked you, stretched you insanely, his hips rolling so hard he nearly knocked you off with every thrust. He gave you bliss, again and again, filled you with his cum while you whispered filth in his ear.
nsfw/dark. knight!gargoyle x fem!queen!reader – monster fucking, smut, unhappy marriage, cheating, death, kidnapping, possessiveness, drugging (using his magic), blood (mentioned)
the king you were forced to wed cares nothing for your marriage, so the knight!gargoyle in charge of his royal guard takes care of you instead.
some nights, he squats on the roof of the castle over the window of your private chambers. eyes sharp as to not miss any danger that could be a threat to you.
other nights, he rails you silly in the quarters of your private room. he holds you close while fucking you raw. drowning in the feeling of your skin smushed sweet against the wings he's wrapped around you.
the words that leave him would be enough to convince the ruler to sack him. he curses your spouse, degrading the man who is too foolish to recognize the belle before him. too stupid to take you the way you deserve.
the gargoyle fucks you deep, so you'll feel it the next day. so that when you look and give a faux smile to your husband, you'll feel the phantom of the knight's cock stretched all the way to your stomach, just as he is now.
"i'd die for you, do you know that? no matter what he thinks, i answer to you. not that fool with the crown. you."
he chants the words with a tone as low as the stone castle is tall. claws digging into your sides as he pounds you faster. his cock warm and spearing into you as hard as rock, his tip touching places your husband hasn't even thought about.
the next morning, you wake in the sky. wind blowing against your face, you inhale a startled breath upon seeing how far you are from the ground. a familiar voice hushes you and you finally hear it... distant but there.
bells of your home clanging at a panicking speed. the tones unique and only used for the worst of events.
fires. invasions. assassinations.
when you speak the title, your voice is slurred like something's keeping you from returning to full consciousness. it takes all your strength to peel open your eyes, and you do so with a struggling groan. through the blurred vision, you see him.
"m'lord?"
the gargoyle peeks down at you, clutching you closer. swearing to himself for the thousandth time that he will not drop you. he waits for you to say more but you don't. back asleep, limp and peaceful.
good. the remaining journey will be a long one, and he needs you still so he can focus on getting you to the caves.
flapping his wings, the two of you soar. there's drying blood on his claws but he knows you'll understand. he did it for you, after all.
It was just a statue in your garden, right? It's been there well before you bought this old house. Always watching, angled toward your window. It would help water your garden every time it rained. The water pouring from its mouth as it sits perched on your garden wall.
You've always felt as if it's been watching you. The way the gargoyle was carved was eerily close to a man. It resembled a very attractive demon of a man. Huge wings, a carefully chiseled face, small horns, and an overly detailed stone cock. You'd be lying to yourself if you didn't find him attractive.
Seeing its cock every day in the garden got you curious. wondering how good it could feel inside of you. Having the attractive stone gargoyle pleasure you outdoors. It gave you a thrill. Tonight, you decided to act upon your curiosity.
The day has been quite rainy, so the gargoyle was quite slick. you head outside to your garden and stare at the gargoyle for a moment before you remove your pants and panties. Naked from the waist down, you turn around and line your wet curious pussy up to its cock.
Feeling the cold wet stone against your needy core left you with goosebumps. Backing yourself up more against the gargoyle, feeling its cock sink deep into you. It was solid with no movement, yet it felt amazing.
You slowly move yourself back and forth to feel it thrust. The feeling was nothing but an erotic thrill. As you pick up your speed, you begin to moan. The stone, now slick with your juices, slowly warms to your body temperature.
Repeatedly hitting your sweet spot deep within your pussy. Feeling your climax build quickly, you let yourself become overtaken by pleasure. Feeling your pussy clench over the solid stone cock. Squirting from the hardest orgasm you've had in a while; you cover the gargoyle in your pussy juices.
Note: Hi! I hope you all enjoy part 2! I also know that Minotaur husband was in the first one, but I was a little inspired, so he is getting another one!
Warnings: Spanking, Sex Toys, Masturbation, Nipple Play, Edging, Orgasm Denial, Overstimulation, Use of Aphrodisiacs, Inappropriate Use Of A Tail?
Naga Husband: Spanking. Naga Boyfriend loves to spank you. Anytime you act like a brat, he immediately has his hands on your ass. He loves the feel of your heated skin as blood rushes to the area he just slapped. He lowkey loves it when you brat out just so he has an excuse to punish you.
Minotaur Husband: Sets up a fucking machine to fuck you for hours. He also takes into account how much of a size queen you are. He makes sure to use a slim dildo just to piss you off, knowing how much you love and crave the stretch of a big cock. He continuously changes the pace of the machine, enough to make you cum repeatedly but still slow enough to not give you the explosive climax you really love. He also jerks off while you suffer, using his cum as lube for the dildo fucking you.
Gargoyle Husband: Nipple torture. He knows how sensitive your nipples are. The lightest brush has them hard and sends electric currents to your pussy. He usually has to be very gentle; the rough stone texture of his hands easily overstimulates your poor, sensitive buds. But if he’s punishing you, that gentle caress goes right out the window. He is pinching, pulling, and slapping your sensitive nipples until you are crying and promising to be his good girl.
Fae Husband: Fae husband loves giving you an aphrodisiac and not fucking you for hours. If you make his life difficult by being a brat, he is going to make you suffer all night. He will wait until the aphrodisiac is coursing through your veins, your cunt wet and needy, before making you watch as he strokes his cock lazily, his lips set in a permanent smirk. Be prepared for a long and unfulfilling night. If you beg hard enough, he might just let you cum... once morning comes around.
Alien Husband: Alien husband with a tail. He plays with you for hours, just overstimulating you until you are a complete mess of sweat, cum, and tears. The tip of his tail is covered in your juices as he finally gives your overworked pussy a break, only to use the wet tip to slap at your puffy and sensitive nipples. His cock leaks against your hip, where he rubs against you, refusing to give you his cock until you promise to be his good girl again.
Ghost Husband: Ghost boyfriend that refuses to fuck you but spends all day working you up and not letting you finish. You are folding laundry, and he sneaks up behind you, his fingers quickly making their way to your clit and moving just the way you like, only to stop right as you are about to cum. Later on, when you are in the shower, his long fingers play with your pussy until your legs are shaking, but again, he doesn’t let you finish. He continues like this all day until you are literally in tears from the frustration. He will finally lay your naked and ready body out on the bed. His final punishment will be to give your pussy some slaps, having you count each one and making you start over when you lose count or cum.
Can we get someeeee... Shy Chubby reader with a suave playboy knight? Perhaps she's brushed off all his advances, not thinking he was serious about it. Maybe that just spurred him on to become even more serious about it, getting him stuck thinking about her more and more!
Forge Through
[ m!gargoyle x fem!reader ]
a/n: feel free to always imagine my readers as chubby. i've been chubby my whole life and curvy or chubby are my standard body types i just don't emphasize that lol. reader isn't as shy as you expected, but she is an introvert
content: nsfw, mild angst, body worship, mild praise kink, p in v, creampie, oral (female receiving)
You've been friends for quite some time. And flirting has always been part of your playful chats. Any kind of conversation would easily slip into sexy banter. How wouldn't it? You were the blacksmith's young assistant, and he was a recently knighted gargoyle. Metal and stone were in both of your blood, and you hit it off right away. Which was rather strange for you since you've always been painfully shy. But he somehow managed to loosen you up with his quirky jokes and euphemisms. Your cheeks would hurt from smiling, but luckily, the blush was basically invisible because of the constant heat inside your mentor's smithy.
"Here's my favourite blacksmith!" As soon as he enters, ostentatious as always, he removes his helmet and gauntlets and kisses you on the cheek. Ever since he was knighted, he has worn his full armour almost everywhere, even though he didn't actually need it, being made of stone and all. "Always working so hard, beautiful."
"Of course," you reply. "Someone needs to fix all the dents you get from scorned exes after you steal their girls."
"Oh, you wound me!" He slams his stone fist against his metal plate. "Those dents are from our country's enemies. I serve my lord with my whole heart... just as I would love to serve you."
You chuckle, wiping your sweaty forehead. "Serve me? Serve me what - a beer? That would be nice, actually."
Your gargoyle friend stays quiet for a minute or two, as you work. He turns away from you and removes his breastplate. His undershirt is sweaty and sticking to his muscular body. You bite your lip.
"I would, you know?" His voice resembles a wave softly crashing against pebbles. "I would serve you. If you asked me to."
You stop your hammer from hitting the anvil. Utterly confused, you look at him, expecting his broad shoulders to shake from laughter. But they are not. "What do you mean by serve?"
"Oh, you know..." He starts pacing up and down the workshop, avoiding looking at you. "To please you... take you out somewhere... woo you... make love to you..."
You're not sure you heard him correctly. It can't be. He's a notorious flirt and has been fooling around with more people than you know. He always brags about his adventures and lovers, and how 'his heart still yearns to be forged by a different kind of flame'. Whatever that means. And it hurts. It hurts to hear him boast about his trysts, all while you only get titillated. "Please stop with your teasing, I'm too busy for that right now."
You are upset. Why are you upset? It's stupid, and you're not stupid. He is just playing with you, as always. And yet, with a hiss of steam, heavy tears hit the hot metal still standing on the anvil.
"Are you crying?" Your gargoyle friend is next to you, pulling you into a hug. Your face is squished against his hard chest. "No, no, no, what did I say? What did I say?"
You push yourself away, trying to stop angry tears. "That's the problem! You say too much! And don't mean it! You want to serve me? Ha, what a joke! That's what I am - a joke to you."
"What?" He runs his fingers through his long hair. "No, never. You were never a joke to me. I've always... liked you. And more than that."
"But..." You shake your head. "But weren't we just... joking around?"
He slowly cups your cheek. "I wasn't."
You recall all the times when he showed genuine affection: his little gifts, his thoughtfulness, his acts of service. Not even for a second did you think they were romantic. How can someone as handsome and popular as he is like someone as painfully antisocial as you?
"Let me show you. Let me show you how serious I am about you." He pulls you closer to him as he leans down to kiss you. And you let him. Not only that, you let him in.
You allow his mouth to cover yours, you let his arms roam around your body, undress you, caress you. His hungry mouth licks your lips and leaves bite marks all over your voluptuous body. He worships your wide hips and soft tummy, kissing them with fervour as strong as your forge. In one quick sweep of his strong arm, he clears one of your mentor's workbenches, lifts you up on it, and eats you out until you're a quivering mess, ready to fall apart in front of him.
"The only one I truly want to serve," he says from between your warm and plush thighs. "Moan for me more. I want to know what you like. Exactly what you like."
And you do. You don't stop even after you cum the first time, because he immediately flips you over and enters you from behind. He plays with your nipples as he bites your neck, and his massive cock lights up your insides.
Your strong arms barely withstand his weight as he pushes his body onto yours, rutting against your ass until he hears you climax one more time. Then he follows, releasing his load into your sore pussy.
"Do you believe me now?" he asks as he kisses your shoulder. "Do you believe I want to be your knight and servant?
You can barely talk from underneath him. "Is that... ahh... is that what you meant by 'my heart yearns to be forged by a different kind of flame'?"
His cock twitches inside you. "Exactly. Took you long enough to decipher that, beautiful. The only heat, the only flame I need is yours."
The Gargoyle Who Owned Your Name (gargoyle x elf!fem!reader!2nd POV)
Summary: You are a young elf, living a quiet, anonymous life in the city. Your world shatters when an ancient gargoyle named Zadok finds you. Decades ago, your sinister grandmother sold your true name to him in a magical contract. With ownership of your name, Zadok claims ownership of your body…
Warnings: NSFW, MDNI, non-con, magical contract/ownership, obsessive male, explicit sexual content, coercion, domination, dark romance themes, vaginal, anal.
The first you knew of it was the smell of rain-slicked stone and ancient dust permeating your apartment, a scent that didn’t belong. Then, the shadow that moved against your living room wall, detaching itself with a grating scrape of granite on plaster.
You froze, a glass of water halfway to your lips. He unfolded from the corner, a monument of nightmare geometry given life. He was huge, easily eight feet of striated muscle carved from what looked like weathered cathedral gargoyle stone, yet he moved with a terrible, fluid grace. Wings, leathery and vast like a bat’s, were folded tightly against his back. His face was a fusion of the noble and the bestial, with a strong jaw, a broad nose, and deep-set eyes that glowed with an inner amber light. His hands ended in cruel, taloned fingers.
“Finally,” the thing rumbled, its voice like continents grinding together, accent thick and archaic, shaping the words with a strange, formal cadence. French, you realized distantly. “The waiting is finished.”
You dropped the glass. It shattered on the floorboards. “What are you? Get out!”
“I am Zadok.” He took a step forward, the floor groaning in protest. “And I cannot ‘get out’. I am precisely where I belong. With what is mine.”
“Nothing here is yours,” you spat, your elven senses screaming, your body tensing to run.
“Is it not?” He tilted his massive head. A slow, terrifying smile revealed teeth of sharpened stone. “Do you not feel the pull? The rightness? Your name… it sings in my marrow. Y/N. I have tasted its syllables for decades, whispering it to the moon while I was trapped in stone. Your grandmother sold it to me. A transaction. Binding.”
Ice water flooded your veins. Your grandmother. Malicia. A name spoken in hushed, disgusted tones by your parents. A practitioner of cruel, transactional magics. “She… she had no right.”
“She had the name. She gave it. I purchased it. The magic is old, and it is absolute. I could not touch a mortal, an elf… any living thing. But a thing that is owned… that is different.” His glowing eyes raked over you, and you felt it as viscerally as a physical touch. “And I own your name. Therefore, I own the echo of your soul that it represents. Therefore… I can touch you.”
“No,” you whispered, backing away until your spine hit the cold wall.
“Yes,” he said, simple, final. He closed the distance in one silent, shocking stride. The smell of him—musk, old blood, and cold stone—engulfed you. His taloned hand rose, and you flinched, waiting for the shredding pain. But his touch, when it came, was shockingly careful. The back of one stony knuckle stroked down your cheek. It was rough, abrasive, yet unbearably intimate. A broken sound escaped your throat. “You see?” he murmured, awe and hunger twisting his voice. “Solid. Real. Mine.”
“Don’t,” you choked out, turning your face away.
“You do not give orders to your owner,” he said, but there was no anger. It was a statement of fact, terrifying in its calm. His hand slid down, cupping your neck, his thumb pressing against your frantic pulse. “You are already mine. The fighting is just… ceremony. A pretty dance. I have waited too long for the dance to end quickly.”
He leaned in, his mouth near your ear. “I will touch you in every way, little elf. Every way I have dreamed. Your flesh will know my hands, my mouth, my cock. You will be full of me. Marked by me. Your heritage, your pride… it will mean nothing. You will only mean me.”
Horror and a sick, traitorous thrill shot through you. You shoved against his chest, a futile effort. “I hate you. I hate this.”
“Hate is a fire,” he rasped, his other hand coming up to grasp the front of your shirt. With a soft rip, the fabric parted. Cool air hit your skin, followed instantly by the searing heat of his gaze on your breasts. “It burns bright. I can work with fire. Indifference… that would be a problem. But this?” He palmed your breast, his rough, stone-like skin scraping exquisitely over your nipple, making it peak into a hard, sensitive bud against his will. You gasped. “This is not indifference.”
You hated the reaction. Hated the way your body arched into that abrasive touch. “It’s a violation.”
“It is claiming,” he corrected. His head dipped, and his tongue—unnaturally long, warm, and surprisingly soft—laved over your tightened nipple. The contrast of texture, the sheer wrongness of the act, made you cry out. “Your skin tastes of sunlight and defiance. I will consume both.”
He feasted at your breasts with a single-minded intensity that shattered your coherent thought. His mouth, all heat and wetness, sucked one nipple deep, while his fingers pinched and rolled the other. The scrape of his stone teeth sent jolts of sharp pleasure-pain straight to your core. You writhed, hands fisted in your own hair, torn between shoving him away and pulling him closer. Your breaths came in ragged, wet sobs.
“You are wet for me,” he growled against your sternum, his hand sliding down your stomach, over the waistband of your pants. “I can smell it. The sweet, salty proof. Your cunt is wiser than your tongue.”
His talons made quick work of your remaining clothes, leaving you naked and shivering against the wall. He swept you up, cradling you against his cold, hard chest, and carried you to your bedroom. He laid you on the bed like a offering, his amber eyes devouring you.
“Legs. Open them.”
“Go to hell.”
In a flash, he was on the bed, his immense weight depressing the mattress, caging you. One taloned hand wrapped around your thigh, his grip inexorable, and pushed it wide. He settled between your legs, his wings flaring out to block the rest of the world. All you could see was him.
“Hell is where I waited,” he said. “This is my paradise.”
He didn’t kiss you. He owned you. His mouth descended on your pussy with a conqueror’s hunger. His tongue, that wicked, agile muscle, speared into you without preamble, fucking into your entrance with deep, relentless strokes. You screamed, your back bowing off the bed. The sensation was too much—coarse, wet, overwhelmingly intimate. He licked and sucked at your folds, his nose grinding against your clit, before his tongue focused there, circling, flicking with devastating precision.
“Zadok—!” You meant it as a curse. It came out a plea.
He groaned, the vibration against your sensitive flesh making you see stars. “Say my name again. Let it be the only prayer you know.”
You were unraveling, your hatred mixing with a pleasure so profound it felt like annihilation. Your hips bucked against his stone face, riding his tongue shamelessly. He encouraged it, his hands gripping your ass, lifting you to his feast. You came with a shattered cry, your orgasm tearing through you, your pussy clenching around nothing, dripping onto his tongue.
He drank from you, lapping up every drop of your release. “The first of many,” he vowed, his chin glistening. But he wasn’t finished. He shifted you, flipping you onto your stomach with ease, pulling your hips up until you were on your knees, ass presented to him.
“What are you—no, not there!”
“Every way, I said.” His breath was hot against the curve of your ass cheek. Then, that same wicked tongue pressed against your other hole. You jolted, a shocked, desperate sound leaving you. He rimmed you with slow, filthy thoroughness, licking and probing the tight ring of muscle until it relaxed, then clenched, then relaxed again under his persistent, wet attention. The shame was incendiary. An elf, being eaten out there by a gargoyle. It was degrading. It was all you could think about, and your renewed wetness soaked your inner thighs.
“So responsive. So perfectly mine.”
You felt the broad, blunt head of his cock then, nudging against your soaked pussy. He was enormous, made of the same living stone as the rest of him, yet somehow flexible, hot, veined with glowing cracks of amber light. He pushed inside with one relentless, stretching thrust, and you screamed, full to bursting. He filled you completely, a burning, solid presence that shoved the air from your lungs. He didn’t wait for you to adjust. He set a brutal, pounding rhythm, each drive of his hips slamming you forward into the mattress.
“This cunt was shaped for me,” he grunted, his talons digging into your hips. “Fucking perfect. Gripping my cock like a fist.”
You were so full, every nerve alive. The pleasure was a crushing tide, pulling you under. You came again, your walls fluttering wildly around his invading length. He snarled, his pace becoming frenzied. “Yes. Milk me. Take your owner’s seed.”
But as your orgasm subsided, you felt something else—the slick, tapered tip of his tail, seeking, probing at the well-licked, loosened hole below where his cock was relentlessly pistoning.
“No… no, you can’t, it’s too much—”
“I can. I will.” The tail pressed, insistent. The dual sensation of being stretched impossibly wide—his massive cock in your pussy, the thick, invading length of his prehensile tail pushing into your ass—was a mind-breaking overload. You sobbed, a sound of utter surrender, as he filled both holes, claiming every part of you. The stretch was agonizing, glorious. You could feel the shapes of them inside you, moving in a obscene rhythm, rubbing against each other through the thin wall of tissue. Your stomach bulged slightly with the incredible fullness.
Zadok saw it. He roared, a sound of pure, triumphant possession. One huge hand splayed over your lower belly, pressing down, making you feel the invasion even more acutely. “Look. See what you hold? Me. Only me. I am in your skin, in your holes, in your belly. You are my vessel.”
The humiliation was complete. The violation was absolute. And yet, a treacherous, deep part of you swelled with a dark pride. To be this wanted. This needed. To be the sole object of such impossible, ancient desire. You were being ruined, used, fucked beyond reason by a monster, and a part of you was falling in love with the destruction.
His wings beat the air, a thunderous sound, as his thrusts lost all rhythm. He was chasing his end. “Who owns you?” he demanded, his voice guttural.
You were silent, biting the sheet.
He slammed deeper, the tail twisting. “SAY IT!”
The words burst from you, torn from your soul. “You do! Zadok owns me!”
It was what he needed. With a final, monumental thrust that lifted you off the bed, he came. You felt the hot, torrential flood of his release inside your pussy, even as his tail pulsed in your ass. It felt endless, filling you up, claiming your very depths. You came a third time, a silent, shattering wave that left you blind and trembling.
He collapsed over you, a mountain of spent stone and heat, his wings draping over you both like a shroud. He was still inside you, both places, locked in place. His mouth was at your ear, his breath gusting.
“Good,” he rasped, the fury gone, replaced by a deep, rumbling satisfaction. “My beautiful, fucked-out elf. My possession. The romance…” he chuckled, a low, earth-deep sound. “It begins not with flowers, but with this. With knowing every inch of you belongs to me. With you learning to crave the thing that shouldn’t fucking exist. We have eternity for the flowers.”
And as you lay there, impaled and overflowing with him, you knew he was right. The hate was still there, but wrapped around it, growing faster, was something darker, sweeter, and far more dangerous.
