As leader of the Manhattan Clan, Goliath made a point of controlling his emotions in general. His clan-mates already suffered enough from the loss of their family and the near-extinction of their species; they needed him to be their rock. He occasionally
allowed his anger to get the better of him, but wrath was acceptable in a warrior. Showing frustration at his inability to satisfy his sexual desire, on the other hand, was out of the question.
And yet the fact remained that he had gone without for two years (technically, one thousand and two). To see his greatest fantasies made real, the one barrier that stood between him and Elisa removed...it was too much. With a roar he took Elisa in his arms.
As he embraced her in the Gargoyle manner, enveloping her in his wings and stroking her hair and brow-ridges, she whooped in delight... and was silenced as he kissed her in the human fashion.
Goliath had always thought that this particular human custom was strange, and frankly, rather silly looking. Yet as their lips met and their tongues intertwined, he suddnely realized the appeal. His manhood was stone as Elisa's soft curves ground against his
muscular body. With a growl, he began tearing away her clothes.
Suddnely, he heard Deoman yowling, he whirled around to see that she had torn free of the ribbons that bound her. But rather than try to attack, she lay on the ground, legs spread, thrusting into her womanhood with her tail, her hands pawing at her voluptuous
curves. As Goliath stared she suddenly threw herself foreword, groveling on hands and knees.
"Forgive me, Master, Mistress, I did not wish to interrupt you pleasure, but I could not help myself."
Goliath's jaw-dropped. "what," was all he could muster, astonishment turning his normally deep voice into a whisper. Elisa laughed huskily.
"Looks like Santa gave Demona, an attitude adjustment. I think she's basically our sex slave now. Isn't that right, Demona?"
The red-haired she-Gargole nodded. "Yes, Mistress, I live to serve you."
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