Landlord Gargoyle: Part One
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The small building on the outskirts of town wasn’t exactly your dream home, but it was nice enough. More shockingly though, was how nice the landlord was. A tall, Victorian style Gargoyle who had been brought to the states after his original dwelling was dismantled. He greeted you with a kind smile and warm eyes that made your heart skip a beat. Despite his sharp teeth and, arguably grotesque appearance, his warmth and kindness radiated off of him.
There was so much about him you wanted to know, but you knew you couldn’t just blurt out your questions the first time you met him. Especially. Not when you were trying to rent his house.
“Rent includes water, garbage and maintenance. The only think you’ll have to pay for is electricity,” he explained, his voice like tumbling stones as moonlight fluttering in through the open curtains of the living room windows making his granite colored skin almost look silver.
“That’s not a bad deal,” you said as you wandered into the kitchen, looking into the cabinets.
“I try to be fair. I know that it’s frustrating to have a landlord you can only talk to at night,” he said as he forced a slight chuckle.
Your eyes darted to his long claws that fell by his side Long, slender, curved, the same shade of aging gray as the rest of him. The way they were curled reminded you of a large cat. For a moment, you wondered how they would feel trailing along your sin. The large tips of those claws would leave angry pink streaks across your skin. A shudders ran through you at the thought.
Your soon-to-be-landlord was mid-sentence, telling you about the amenities of the cabin when eh caught a whiff of your arousal. Thinking it was because of something, or someone else, like the Minotaur across the road, he ignored it. He had no idea it was because of you imagining how his hard body would feel against yours.
“I think I’ll like it here,” you said as he finished showing you around, a dozen fantasies from porns making you feel stupid and silly.
The gargoyle’s steps faltered as the scent of your heightened arousal washed over him. Were you aroused because of him? The idea shot through him, and he was grateful that recently (in the past few decades), took to wearing human clothing, because his cock was rock hard. The idea that a creature like him could arouse a vision of a woman like you was almost overwhelmingly intoxicating. You, a chubby, warm, human that smelled so good he wanted to slide himself into you after bending you over the counter right then and there.
“I think you will too,” he agreed, the idea of you living in his home, right below him as he stayed on the roof, made his stony knees weak.
He was already thinking of ways to woo you. Of ways to show you what a good partner he could be. After all, if you were attracted to him so intensely form the jump, surely you’d be interested in being his fixture.