As she laid back and watched as her ever growing Clan
moved about their nest Demona couldn't help but reflect on how wonderful change
could be.
For much of her long
life she had resisted change, constantly trying to return things to the way she
felt they should be. She had fought against the hands of fate and each and
every time found herself not the victor. It was only this day, when she had
decided to stop fighting and open herself to change, that life had become sweet
again.
The detective, the
hated human, had become her sister in all senses of the word. Her daughter had
grown and taking her place at her side. Goliath welcomed her into his embrace
once more. She was part of the Clan again and the gargoyles had turned their
attention away from mankind and unto themselves. Their numbers swelled as did
their bodies. And most important of all was the new power that she held.
Demona looked over herself and rumbled in approval. This
had been the biggest change of all… and not just physically. She had defined herself
by her gargoyle heritage for so long and yet now, at the greatest moment of her
life, found it all so silly. Gargoyles were nothing compared to her great
draconian form. Her long neck swiveled as she took in her massive body, her
long strong limbs, thick powerful tail, and mighty wings. What was it Elisa had
said with a laugh as they flew back? “My teeth are like swords, my claws
spears. My wings are a hurricane… and my breath… death.” Oh yes… Demona was
quite pleased with what she had become.
She looked out at her Clan and smiled a toothy grin. There
were still problems though but what problems to have! Namely their Clan was
growing, both in number and size, so quickly that they simply couldn’t live in
the nest for much longer. The three alphas would soon turn the city into their
hunting ground but they simply weren’t big enough for that yet. Demona didn’t
want to risk it… a few more hours, a day at most, and they would be ready. But
now the Clan was clinging to the walls and ceiling, and hard surface serving as
a place to fuck. They needed room to grow and looking down Demona came up with
the perfect plan.
“Fox,” she rumbled, loving how her voice sounded coming
from her mighty form.
The orange gargoyle hurried over, her fat belly dragging on the ground. She had
been taken almost non-stop since their arrival and Demona could tell she was
heavy with eggs. While she had learned to love Elisa as a sister Demona did
take dark pleasure in making Xanatos’ bitch her personal broadmare. Fox stopped
before her, looking up at her with utter devotion and Demona reached down and
nuzzled her.
“The clan needs room to grow. Select a few of the smaller
members and take them into your former home. Empty the tower… however you need
too… and prepare it for us. Let it be our hive.”
“Yes mistress!” Fox declared.