High up in the tower Demona’s moans filled the small space of her cell, her loincloth and top cast aside leaving her bare breasts to jiggle and sway with every thrust of her ‘young buck’ plowing into her from below. Straddling his hips and riding him like a bucking bronco Demona howled out in ecstasy, centuries of repressed desires and needs had come crashing down on her and when she finally felt Brooklyn spear into her for the first time she went wild! Brooklyn held onto her wide hips for dear life, her gripping pussy threatening to strangle his cock. "Harder you pathetic worm, HARDER!" Slamming her fists into his chest Brooklyn gasped and panted, trying to please the gargoyle woman riding him. He felt like he was trying to fend off a tiger she was so rough. Roaring out in orgasm Demona leaned down and bit Brooklyn’s shoulder, a look of mad lust smouldering in her red eyes when she snapped back and began grinding her hips into him. "More… Don’t you DARE stop."
One after the other Demona howled out when an orgasm blasted through her, sweat making her grey skin slick yet she couldn’t stop, not yet. And every time it seems Brooklyn would falter she egged him on once more, either by smothering his face with her breasts or coaxing him through her many taunts. Eventually it became too much to hold back and the gargoyle tensed up underneath her, his claws gripping her ass tight when Demona felt the rush of hot seed flood into her womb. With her eyes rolling back Demona howled and roared. Her own orgasm crashing into her just as his slammed into her. Pressing her hands on his chest to hold herself up she panted in exhaustion, her tongue lolling out and her chest heaving to her booming chest. Slowly regaining her composure Demona looked down and nearly laughed.
She had rode poor Brooklyn so aggressively he was knocked right out, his eyes closed and body prone trying to catch his breath in his sleep. Pulling herself up and biting her lip when his length slid out of her with a pop she picked up her clothes and sauntered out of the tower, she wondered briefly if she should lock him inside but decided not to, after all she didn’t want him too mad otherwise she couldn’t enjoy him the next time. Closing the door and pulling on her top and loincloth they felt tight on her, like she had grown in the last hour or so. Tossing her red hair back she thought little of it, the only thing she was interested in was escaping.
A low growl from her stomach stopped her once she reached the bottom of the stairs. "Hmm, breaking in a young one builds up an appetite." Thinking on where to go she considered sneaking into the kitchen but thought less of it, if the others were cured of their petrification during the day, they would be there. But then she remembered the castle also has a pantry, pursing her lips the gargoyle woman began her trek to sneak to the pantry to eat before she would make her escape, she only hoped she didn’t have to face any of the clan before she did.
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Roaring out and bucking his hips Broadway exploded into Angela’s depths, the female gargoyles spreading her wings out and keening like a jungle cat before the two slowly slumped down and collapsed on the ruins of the kitchen counter. Slowly regaining their bearings the two separated, with Broadway leaning against the counter and Angela siding up to sit next to him, planting kisses on his shoulder and leaning up to regain her strength.
"Wow… That was intense."
Nuzzling into him and giggling in response Angela eventually regained her strength to stand, stretching out her tired limbs. Looking down at herself she was surprised to see that she had grown somehow. Her hips were wider, her thighs were thicker ending in a meaty rear that stuck out like a shelf behind her, her abs had given way to a soft middle and her breasts seemed to have almost double in size. She was young for a gargoyle and by the standards of her new clan she was the youngest, and had a modest lithe frame that suited her nature. An angel.
Yet now she looked full bodied and curvaceous, flaring round curves sticking out where once was a flat chest and pert rear. She didn’t feel like an angel anymore, now she was a goddess. Looking over her shoulder she smiled back at Broadway who sat staring at her backside, his eyes following her swaying tail which she flicked idly like a cat’s. "I think I had a good breakfast, how about you?" It was subtle but she noticed Broadway had changed somewhat too, his muscles seemed… Larger, right along with his gut. Pulling himself up and putting on his loincloth he had to reset the buckle to wrap it around his waist.
Remembering where her own dress was Angela smirked when she found the ruined thing, torn nearly in half and stained with condiments and plaster from the walls. Her smile turning to a chuckle Angela tossed the ruined thing over her shoulder, wrapping her wings around her like a cloak she strutted out of the kitchen, enjoying the bounce of her new curves with every step and the panting of her lover try to catch up behind her.