2 Hours Later…
Fox could rightfully state that her life wasn't normal in
any shape of the word. The daughter of a rich industrialist and the queen of
the fair folk (though she hadn't realized that her mother was Titania until
much later in life), Fox had been a mercenary, a skilled warrior, a villain and
rogue, the wife of Xanatos, and a mother. She had known all types of power, be
it from wealth, strength of body, a cunning mind, or the ability to induce lust
in lesser men. She had seen magic, monsters, mystic legends, and of course
gargoyles. She had survived things no being should have survived and come out
of it always on top.
And yet, nothing in her life prepared her for the sight
before her.
She had returned from a business trip early, leaving her
husband and son behind, needing the comforts of home. Fox had been feeling off…
not from sickness but a general feeling of boredom and directionless. She had
become a mercenary because of the thrill but now, as a wife and mother, much of
the thrill was gone. She’d become the woman her father wanted her to be and it
was driving her insane. While her loving David could find joy in meetings,
using his cunning mind to create new schemes purely to amuse himself, Fox was a
woman of action and the boardroom offered her nothing. Thus, begging off any
more ‘excitement’, she’d left Alex with a nanny (she had no idea where Owen,
aka Puck, was off to) and said goodbye to Xanatos and arrived back at the tower
several days early, looking to find some little thrill.
But the tower offered her nothing new and, in a stroke of
desperation, she decided to take a page from her husband’s book and go and
annoy the Clan. Well, at least some of them… she was trying hard to be a good
friend to Lexington but Goliath was always fun to poke and prod and teasing the
giant gargoyle would be good for a life.
The first thing she’d noticed when she reached the tower
floor directly under the castle was the smell. The floor was always left empty,
allowing the gargoyles a buffer from her and her family, so she was the first
person to smell the stench. It was the oddest combination: sweat, musk,
excrement, and dust. Fox pressed a tissue to her mouth and hurried up into the
castle, her mind suddenly fearful that the Clan had been attacked while she and
Xanatos had been away. She’d even drew out one of the laser guns David had
insisted she keep with her for protection, leveling it with one hand while
using the other to cover her mouth. She’d burst into the castle… and stared in
shock at the carnage and ruin.
The castle looked less like a medieval relic and more like
the cavern of some giant beast. The rock and stone had been torn apart, the
multiple floors ripped away, and every trace of humanity destroyed. Fox looked
about, staring in shock at the cavern she now found herself in. She twisted
about, eyes wide as she continued on, letting out a yelp when, of all things, a
baby gargoyle scurried past her, chirping and murmuring to itself before
disappearing into the darkness.
“What in the world…” she muttered to herself before coming
to a dead stop. There, leaning against a pillar, looking utterly spent, was a
massive bald gargoyle. He had to be almost the size of Broadway, both in height
and weight, his webbed arms wrapped around his stomach that was stained with
the food he’d been consuming earlier. Fox looked down, entranced at the massive
cock that hung half limp between his legs; it was nearly the size of her arm
and still stained with cum! She looked at the brute’s face and let out a gasp. “Lexington?”
“I see you’ve found one of our studs.” Fox looked around,
trying to find the source of the voice, only to step back when a nearly 12 foot
tall massive female gargoyle climbed down from the high ceiling where she had
been perching. Her bloated breasts hung down against her massive stomach, her
swollen and dripping pussy leaving puddles on the ground. “Hello Fox.”
“D-Detective?” Fox said in shock, staring at Elisa. “What-“
“Come now, Mrs. Xanatos, be polite,” Demona said as she too emerged from the
shadows, prowling towards her like an alpha predator. Angela, who was perched
on a massive piece of rock torn from one of the walls, chuckles darkly, her
eyes glowing as she joined her sisters in prowling. “It isn’t nice to be rude
and barge into one’s home…”