After hours of relentlessly pounding Elisa's pussy in half a dozen different positions, Goliath finally reached his climax. A veritable fountain of seed spewed forth, spilling out onto Elisa's thighs and the floor beneath them as he withdrew his member.
Elisa flopped onto her back, panting heavily. "Wow," she said. "That was...was just...wow."
She turned her head, "Hey Demona, is Goliath always...what're you staring at?"
The redheaded she-gargoyle was frozen in place in the act of masturbation, so still she almost looked like she was in stone-sleep, her jaw gaping, her eyes wide with shock.
"You...you're conscious," she breathed, utterly flabbergasted. "You finished Goliath and you're still conscious. Your first time. It took years before I could..."
A part of Demona's mind had been fighting against Santa's brainwashing. The battle had been in vain, but still she fought. For years she had hated Elisa, even more than she hated the rest of the human race. And yet, here was proof, incontrovertible proof,
that the police detective was the better woman. And with this realization, the last vestiges of Demona's resistance died.
Elisa was unaware of this inner turmoil, having found something more interesting to draw her attention; namely Goliath's cock.
"Hey, you're still hard," she said, almost conversationally.
Goliath nodded. "It is common for male gargoyles to remain tumescent until they have climaxed twice. I myself generally do so thrice."
Elisa blinked. "Wait you mean, you can do...this," she waved a hand, indicated her thoroughly well-fucked self. "Three times in a row?"
"Not...quite," he admitted. "My...performance, is somewhat lessened with each successive climax. And...as she said, Demona had sufficient difficulty remaining conscious to finish me once; she could never manage it twice, much less the third. I had to do that
myself with my hands."
Elisa looked thoughtful. "Huh. I think..."
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