Angela watched as Demona and Elisa took command and decided
that they had things well in hand (‘or claw’ she thought with a chuckle) and
that she could afford to continue seeing to her own needs. Namely satisfying
the burning need that was flaring up ever hotter in her body. Looking over she
spotted two of the rapidly matured hatchlings, one that had her mother’s own
coloring and another that she figured belonged to Elisa. Rolling onto her
stomach, her scaly skin still coated with the cum of the other gargoyles she’d
been pleasuring, Angela slowly rocked her hips back and forth, inviting the
large brutes to take her.
The attack was quick.
That was the only way to describe it: attack. The two of
them launched themselves at her, Demona’s son forcing her tail up and driving
deep into her pussy without any hesitation. Angela let out a moan only to blink
in surprise when Elisa’s son forcefully ripped the other brute away and took
his place. The two of them began to compete, roaring and battering their bodies
against her’s in a savage attempt to be the one to claim her. Never had she
experienced something like this before. All the other couplings, while wild,
had at least had some sense of order. But this was just savagery, with the two
hatchling brutes so blinded by their need to mate that they couldn’t even wait
a second.
Angela let out a snarl and the two finally calmed
themselves. Asserting her dominance she forced the first to mount her while she
pinned the second under her body, already seeing that he would try to take a
chance at fucking her if she didn’t keep him restrained. While he didn’t fight back
Angela found it a bit odd that the two needed her to guide them so.
The large alpha let out a gasp when a third gargoyle rushed
over and slammed his cock into her unsuspecting mouth, driving his member deep
into her throat. She gagged for a moment before allowing him to continue,
unable to be annoyed at his rush when it felt so good. Angela squirmed as the
three brutes fucked her, their coupling rough and raw and primal. Angela didn’t
even care that, from all appearances, the one she was blowing was her own son
with Broadway. She made a mental note to discuss with her sisters the behavior
of their brood…
…right after she sampled all three of them.