It was as if Elisa’s action were the starting pistol at a
marathon. One moment the expanded Clan was panting and moaning as they changes
overtook them, the next they were made with lust, trying to find anything and
anyone to fuck. Sometimes it would only be a pair, coupling roughly together,
cock and pussy meeting in the ancient dance. Other times it would be nothing
more than a violent orgy as 3 to 5 draconian gargoyles would become a writhing
tangle of limbs and genitals with the occasional gut of flames arcing into the
sky.
Elisa continued to rock back and forth, her long neck
swiveling as she took in the chaos. She spotted Demona holding court, Bronx
roughly plowing into her pussy was two hatchlings (Elisa honestly didn’t know
who they belonged too and didn’t really care) were sucking at her nipples like
they were little cocks. The dark gargoyle alternated between laughing in
pleasure and screaming in bliss, her massive clawed hands tearing deep gashes
into the asphalt.
As for Angela, it was hard to equate the once kind and
somewhat innocent female gargoyle with the sex-up fiend that now lay in the
center of the feeding area. She and gotten a hold of Hudson and Brooklyn and
was jerking them off each, cooing and squealing in delight as their seed
sprayed onto her skin, bathing her. When one was spent she shoved them aside
and motioned for another, as there always seemed to be another gargoyle ready
to worship her.
Elisa threw back her head and let out a roar as Goliath
exploded in her once more. She’d thought she’d been making the perfect nest
back in the castle but now she realize just how wrong she was. The castle would
serve as a rockery but by the time the night was done she knew that she alone
would be too big for the puny building, let alone the entire clan.
No… Manhattan would have to serve. The city she had once
protected would be perfect for her and her clan. It would be her new home.
Lulling her head back, Elisa’s sex-addled mind flickered slightly when she
noticed that they were no longer alone…