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Discussions - Chapter 2
By Kudara
Disclaimer: All
the characters appearing in Gargoyles are copyright Buena Vista
Television/The Walt Disney Company. No infringement of these
copyrights is intended as this is a not for profit fan fiction
work. All original characters are the property of the author.
Warning: Sexual content
Notes: Dominique
Destine’s home, and the character’s
Candice and Gregory are from ‘The Gargoyles Saga’ world and
adapted for use in this story.
Rating: Adult
Feedback: Always welcome, feedback is what encourages me to keep
writing. Please let me know what you like and what you dislike
about the story.
Revision History: 05/12/08
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December 5th, 1997 (night)
After cleaning up after dinner and moving
the throes over to the dryer, the two women moved to the living
room. Dominique had picked up both the New York Times and the
Wall Street Journal while at the grocery store, and now they sat
side by side on one of the two couches in the room, Dominique
reading the Journal and Kendra the Times. The room was quiet
only the sound of the newspaper pages rustling and the
occasional noise as one of them shifted position disturbing the
silence. Finally, Kendra folded her newspaper and dropped it on
her lap, looking over towards Dominique with a discontented
expression. The redhead lowered her paper, glancing over at her
lover with a raised eyebrow, “What’s wrong?”
“I didn’t mind the quiet out in the woods,
but now that we’re back I’m reminded of the fact that it’s been
twelve days since I listened to some music or watched TV,”
Kendra commented.
Dominique turned her head in the other
direction and looked at the flat panel TV hung on the wall. She
wasn’t interested in watching TV, but she could always go to her
study or up to the library and read if whatever Kendra chose was
too distracting for her to concentrate on the paper. A small
unhappy noise from the woman next to her had the redhead
glancing back at her lover, the look on Kendra’s face told
Dominique that the black-haired woman didn’t really want to
watch TV either. “Music,” Dominique said, the blue eyes lit up
and the gargoyle tried to think of where she had put the radio,
she knew she had one somewhere.
Fifteen minutes later, she unearthed device
in one of the utility room cabinets. The rather startled and
dismayed expression on Kendra’s face when the redhead handed the
device, which looked as if it had been purchased a few decades
ago, over to the black-haired woman spoke volumes about Kendra’s
opinion of its acceptability though her lover did try to hide
her consternation. Resigned, Dominique asked, “Can we at least
wait until tomorrow to go out shopping for a replacement?”
“Sorry,” Kendra apologized though the
effect was marred by the laughter in her tone, “when did you buy
this anyway?”
“I didn’t, I found it in the house,”
Dominique explained as they walked back toward the living room.
“It still worked, and I thought I might need it someday so I
kept it instead of throwing it out.” She sat down on the couch
and watched while Kendra plugged in the old radio and found a
classical music station. The choice surprised her, given the
two CD’s Kendra had bought her she had expected her lover to
choose something else. “Better?” she inquired when the
black-haired woman sat down beside her.
Kendra looked over at the old radio, the
speaker quality could definitely be improved, but it would
suffice for tonight, “It works,” she replied. “I’ll look up the
closest Bose store tomorrow morning, but I’m fairly certain
there’s one out this way.”
“Why a Bose store?” Dominique asked,
wondering why they couldn’t just go to the nearest electronics
store, there were a few in Forest Hills.
“Their Wave Radio’s have the best sound
quality for their size,” Kendra replied, picking up the Times
paper, “I have one at the condo and two at the estate house.”
Dominique nodded absently, willing to take
Kendra’s advice on audio equipment since, as was evidenced by
the radio playing now, she had never bought one herself. She
was hesitant to suggest this, but the subject of electronics
made her remember her promise to Rachael. The senior Owl’s
chosen had said that the youngest of the Eagle Owl’s chosen was
exceptionally intelligent and particularly gifted when it came
to anything electronic. She had also told them the reason why
Robert had been given the power of transformation; he was
confined to a wheelchair and had been ever since the accident
that took both his parent’s lives when he was eight. The young
man lived with his aunt and uncle and a nurse that came in to
help care for him. Between the three of them, him he didn’t
have the privacy to go into the deep trance like state to visit
the spirit realm very often, or transform into his owl shape.
That was also the reason why they hadn’t met him in the spirit
world before now. “Would you mind if I asked Robert if he
wanted to come with us?”
Kendra stopped flipping through the pages
of the paper in her search for where she had stopped reading
earlier to glance over at the redhead in surprise. “No,” she
replied, “Rachael told us he lives in Union City right?”
Dominique nodded and Kendra continued, “I know the closest Bose
store to him then, it’s the one nearest my condo, Columbus
Circle. I was actually thinking about inviting him as well, but
we don’t have a handicapped accessible vehicle to take him, and
I’m not certain how to go about getting one, maybe they rent
them or something.”
“I was planning on asking Gregory if he
could find one,” Dominique commented. “I can call him first
thing in the morning see if he can locate something for us to
use tomorrow,” she proposed, looking questioningly at Kendra to
see if the black-haired woman had any objections.
“Shouldn’t we see if Robert wants to go
first?” Kendra remarked.
Dominique glanced over with an arched
eyebrow, “I’d like to see if we can get the vehicle first,” she
said, her tone firm.
The redhead’s tone had Kendra arching an
eyebrow of her own until she realized why, “you don’t want to
bring it up if we can’t take him.”
The redhead nodded, “Rachel implied he
didn’t get to go out much; I don’t want to mention it to him if
it’s not possible on such short notice.”
The black-haired woman inclined her head
gracefully in acknowledgement, “good point.”
Dominique picked up the Journal, which was
folded open at where she had stopped reading when they went
searching for the radio, “I’ll call Gregory in the morning, and
if he can get something then I’ll call Robert and see if he
wants to go out with us,” the redhead said decisively.
Kendra reclined against the back of the
couch, choosing to observe the woman sitting next to her instead
of reading the paper in her hand. She was curious why the
gargoyle was still in her human form this late at night. In
Canada, even after the Ancient One had given Demona the ability
to control her form changes, the gargoyle had always changed at
sunset or immediately afterward.
“What is it?” Kendra could hear the hint of
irritation in the redheads tone as she turned to glance her way.
“You’re usually in your gargoyle form by
now,” the black haired woman responded.
Dominique glanced at the clock on the
mantle above the fireplace it was well past sunset. The
gargoyle knew the exact moment every day when the sun set and
rose; some instinct inside of her realized she should be
breaking out of her stone sleep or going into it. Tonight
hadn’t been any different, but they had been setting the table
at that moment and she hadn’t wanted to go up and change clothes
right then. Since then she just hadn’t thought about it. She
looked back over at Kendra, meeting her curious eyes, “I’ll
change when we go up to bathe.” Evidently, that was enough to
satisfy the black-haired woman’s curiosity, because she turned
her attention back to the newspaper in her hands.
Dominique, however, stared at the paper in
front of her without actually reading it. Why hadn’t she
noticed? She asked herself, profoundly disconcerted that until
Kendra had mentioned it she hadn’t really thought about the fact
that it was night and she was still human. She had stayed in
her human form the night before at Rachael’s, but that had been
out of necessity, not choice. She had planned on going out to
eat or dance with Kendra at night, but again that was remaining
human for a specific purpose. Right now though, she wasn’t
human for any particular reason other than she didn’t feel like
going upstairs and changing into her halter top and loincloth at
this moment.
She used to wait anxiously for the moment
when she could be a gargoyle again, be her true self instead of
the weak human shape she assumed at dawn. Of course, she didn’t
have to wait for anything now, she could be her true self
whenever she desired. Perhaps that was part of the reason,
Demona considered, now that it was her choice which form she
chose it bothered her less to be in her human form at any time.
The fact that she could change instantly into a gargoyle was
comforting to her, reassuring her that if she needed her
gargoyle strength it was just a quick transformation away. She
looked at the pale five fingered hands holding the paper, she
hadn’t hated them for a while, but she had resented them, their
paleness, their weakness. With a shock of surprise, she
realized she didn’t even feel that resentment any longer.
She turned and looked at Kendra, altered
her sight and looked at the energies flowing through her lover.
She could see the jaguar inside the human sitting next to her,
not struggling to get out, not confined or imprisoned by the
human form that was outermost at the moment, just resting and
always present.
“Dominique?” Kendra’s worried tone had the
redhead changing her vision back to normal.
She met the concerned blue eyes, “Just
thinking about the fact that its night and it doesn’t bother me
to be in my human form,” she admitted. “It doesn’t bother you
does it,” she asked reflectively.
Kendra frowned in confusion, “For you to be
human?”
The redhead shook her head, “No, I was
referring to what you said a few days ago about your human and
jaguar spirits merging. Does it matter to you anymore what form
you’re in now? Do they both feel like you?”
Kendra’s confusion cleared, “I used to see
the jaguar as not being my true form, that my true from was the
human one, but that’s not the case now.” She sighed frustrated
that she couldn’t find the right words, “Of course this one
feels more human because it is, but they’re both me, just
different…different aspects of me are predominant.” She tilted
her head to the side and placed a reassuring hand on the
redhead’s leg, “Don’t worry about it so Demona, you are always
you, no matter what shape you’ve chosen to show to the world at
any particular time. One will feel more gargoyle and the other
more human because that’s the nature of the body you’re in, but
they are both you.”
The redhead thought about it, thought about
her gargoyle form curled up inside the human at this moment.
Later tonight, it would be the opposite; perhaps it was just
that simple. She put a hand over Kendra’s on her thigh, and
turned her attention back to the article she had been reading.
Approximately thirty minutes later
Dominique asked, “Did you want to read the Journal? I’m done
with it.”
“Not particularly, maybe in the morning,”
Kendra answered, “did you want the Times?”
Dominique shook her head, she looked down
at their entwined hands, “I thought maybe we could go upstairs,
take a bath,” she said quietly. She was actually feeling
slightly uncertain about showing Kendra her bath, she was fully
aware of the fact that it was rather…indulgent.
Kendra glanced over at the redhead
curiously; there had been something odd about her tone. “A bath
sounds like a good idea,” she agreed remembering that Demona had
said something about her bath being large enough for her to
enjoy as a gargoyle. “I gather it’s big enough for two?” she
asked thinking of the possibilities of a naked gargoyle, a soft
washcloth and those wonderfully sensitive wings.
The husky tone in her lover’s voice caused
a tingling rush of awareness to race through Dominique, just as
it had earlier in the day when they were in the limo. And just
as then, the gargoyle found it slightly disconcerting to realize
how quickly and eagerly her body became aroused by the slightest
hint that Kendra was interested. She swallowed against a
suddenly dry throat as she laid the paper on the coffee table
and rose from the couch. “Did you want to get the throes now?
They should be dry.”
“That would probably be a good idea,”
Kendra agreed with a slight smile that increased the tingling
awareness in the redhead’s body.
It didn’t take them long to pull the two
black throes out of the dry and fold them. As they walked
toward the stairs Dominique said, “Several centuries ago I
visited a clan of gargoyles northern Japan; they had a local hot
spring that they enjoyed soaking within. It was the first time
I had ever willingly immersed myself in water and certainly the
first time that it was a pleasant experience.”
“Let me guess an accidental dip in a cold
river wasn’t that pleasant?” asked Kendra with a grin, as they
made their way up the stairs.
“Something like that yes,” agreed the
redhead dryly. “Anyway, after that I kept an eye out for any
hot springs I could find that weren’t already known and visited
by the humans in the area.”
“I suspect those were few and far between,”
Kendra commented.
Dominique nodded, “They were,” they entered
her bedroom and she placed the throes on the foot of the
canopied bed, “which is why when I had the bathroom remodeled I
had them design it to incorporate all the things I liked best
about the springs I had visited over the centuries.” She opened
the door to the bathroom and glanced in, staring at it for a
moment before stepping out of Kendra’s way so the woman could
enter.
Kendra’s jaw dropped, when Dominique said
she had a bath large enough for her to soak with her wings
stretched out, the black-haired woman had known it had to be a
large tub, but she had never imagined anything like what she was
seeing now. The floor and walls of the bathroom were both
covered in multi-toned blue tiles. The raised platform at the
far end of the room, also covered in the blue tiles, enclosed a
whirlpool jet tub that could easily hold four people without
anyone feeling remotely cramped, if the people in the tub didn’t
mind being friendlier, it could hold eight. However, the tub
was not what held Kendra’s attention, what held her attention
was the waterfall fountain behind the tub.
It too was covered in the blue tiles. The
fountain structure rose to within two foot of the ceiling and
fit into the entire right rear corner of the room. Three
waterfalls, one in the middle at the top, and two further down
on either side flowed down into two terraces filled with water
at the sculptures base. The first terrace was almost flush with
the whirlpool top, the middle waterfall poured into this
terrace. The second terrace above the first was a foot taller
and inset a foot from the lower terrace, and the two side
waterfalls poured into it. Around the terraces and up the sides
of the sculpture, plants were growing; their light needs taken
care of by the grow lights in the ceiling above the sculpture.
“Wow,” Kendra said softly taking another
step into the bathroom and taking in more of the details now
that she had gotten used to the waterfalls behind the whirlpool.
Next to the waterfall structure, tall plants in white
containers grew lushly green underneath the lights, one on
either side. Next to the tall plants were short pedestals with
water filled bowls on top that held floating candles. In the
corner of the room, opposite from the waterfalls there was a
shower, and Kendra guessed it was for those times Dominique
didn’t have either the time or inclination to fill the whirlpool
and take a bath. Next to the shower were the toilet and sink.
Two racks with thick cream-colored towels hung over them were in
the room, one next to the shower and one against the wall near
the whirlpool.
Kendra turned to the woman standing next to
her, “Dominique this isn’t a bathroom,” she solemnly informed
her. Ignoring the frown forming on the redheads face, she
continued in the same straight-faced serious manner, “This is a
sybaritic bathing experience,” she finished and finally allowed
her amusement to show.
Dominique stared narrowly at the
black-haired woman for a moment before giving in and smirking at
the comment. She looked at the waterfalls and whirlpool; she
couldn’t exactly disagree with the description. The carpenter
and plumbers who had worked on it had been impressed with the
finished room as well. She had overheard one of the men telling
another that he wasn’t mentioning this job to his wife out of
fear she would get the idea she wanted something like it.
The redhead walked over and up the short
stairs onto the raised platform and knelt by the whirlpool. She
checked the temperature readout and then started the water
flowing, the thermostat would automatically adjust the hot and
cold water to keep the desired temperature and then the heating
system would keep it that temperature as it circulated the
water. “It will take it a few minutes to fill,” she said,
rising and coming back down the stairs.
They returned to the bedroom, Kendra
watched as Dominique removed the tie controlling her hair and
began to brush it out in front of a full-length mirror. She
loved the gargoyle’s hair; it almost had a life of its own,
springing out wildly about Dominique’s face in complete defiance
of the usual regal aristocratic aloofness so often displayed
there. It was a contradiction that fascinated Kendra. “What
are you thinking about so seriously,” the redhead asked huskily,
staring back at Kendra’s reflection in the mirror.
Kendra moved until she was right behind the
redhead, looking over her shoulder to meet her green-eyed gaze
in the mirror. “The contradictions that make you so fascinating
to me,” Kendra answered honestly. Dominique raised one eyebrow
and stared at her lover in curiosity. She reached up and
stroked her fingers through the thick red locks, “You present
yourself with such haughty regalness when you’re human. Oh,
your eyes flash and warn of your temper, but your demeanor
insists to everyone that you are in complete control of
yourself. Then you let loose your hair and it completely
contradicts that, it’s wild and untamed and hints of the
presence of another you that isn’t quite so rigidly controlled.”
“Let loose?” Dominique repeated with a
smirk. She chose not to remark on the other things Kendra had
said; after all, it had been that not so controlled part that
had willingly participated in the passionate kisses earlier
today in the limo.
Kendra reached up with both hands as the
redhead watched and gathered the red hair into a thick ponytail
as it had been earlier, then she let go and drew her hands
back. The scarlet hair immediately sprang back into the wild
tumbled locks that it seemed to prefer. Now it was Kendra’s
turn to smirk, “let loose,” she confirmed.
Green eyes met blue, it was useless to
protest and Dominique knew it, “I like my hair,” she said
instead.
“And so do I,” said Kendra huskily, burying
her nose in the thick locks and inhaling their scent.
A fine shiver ran through the redhead’s
body at this as she watched their reflection in the mirror, she
felt the urge to arch backward into Kendra’s body, and her body
ached to be touched. “The whirlpool should be almost full,” she
whispered.
Kendra drew slowly away, “Where should I
put my clothes?” she asked.
“There is a clothes hamper next to the
dresser,” Dominique turned slightly and pointed toward the back
of the room.
Kendra stared at the piece of furniture the
redhead was indicating with a frown, she had taken it to be some
type of in-table, but now that she looked more closely at it,
she realized it was solid on the sides with a hinged top.
Bemusedly she walked over to it and opened the wooden top, it
slid open smoothly and stayed open, held securely by the hinge.
Aware that the redhead was watching her,
she knelt and untied her boots first, and then slipped them off
her feet along with her socks. Her sweater was next, pulled up
over her head and then down her arms, she turned toward the
clothes hamper and dropped it in. With her back still turned
towards the woman behind her, she undid the catch of her bra and
removed it, dropping it in after the sweater. She heard an
indrawn breath behind her as she undid the button of her jeans
and lowered the zipper, pausing briefly, she closed her eyes and
sought to steady her own breathing, she could almost feel
Dominique’s gaze on her back like a caress. Turning slightly so
she was more in profile, she slowly pulled off both remaining
pieces of clothing in one smooth economical move.
Kendra turned her head, as she suspected
she had Dominique’s complete attention. She straightened and
walked past the redhead into the bathroom. Pausing at the
doorway, she glanced inside the room toward the pillars with the
bowls of floating candles, “Matches or lighter for the candles?”
she asked, meeting the darkened green eyes.
“Lighter on the shelf below the sink,”
Dominique responded quietly.
Kendra nodded, turned in that direction,
she paused, twisted at the waist and looked back at the redhead
watching her from the doorway, “Don’t you think you’re a bit
overdressed for a bath,” she asked archly before proceeding to
the sink to get the lighter. On her way there, she realized
that the tiles under her bare feet were warm instead of cold and
realized there was a floor warmer underneath them. Kendra
smirked at this touch; it went well with the generally
hedonistic theme going on in this bathroom.
Kendra finally heard the redhead move as
she was lighting the candles, she glanced at the doorway,
Dominique was no longer there and she assumed that the redhead
was undressing. A minute or so later the bathroom lights
lowering drew Kendra’s attention to the doorway again, the
redhead had transformed into her gargoyle form. Demona had
foregone wearing the golden headband that covered her eye ridges
and kept her hair from obscuring her vision, she also hadn’t put
on any of the other pieces of gold jewelry that she usually
wore. “So beautiful,” Kendra whispered. Holding out her hand,
she requested softly, “Join me.”
Demona crossed the room and climbed the
three steps to the raised platform, her green eyes never leaving
Kendra’s blue ones. The blue-skinned gargoyle reached out and
took the black-haired woman’s hand; however, instead of letting
her lover lead her into the whirlpool, Demona pulled the dusky
skinned woman into her arms. The scarlet haired gargoyle sighed
in pleasure as Kendra’s smooth muscular thighs, flat stomach and
soft full breasts pressed against her. The gargoyle’s wings
wrapped around her human lover as their lips met, pressed
together, withdrew slightly and then brushed against each other
lightly before pressing in once again. The kisses grew
hungrier, lips opened and mouths pressed together, and tongues
gave silent promises of what other things they might be
caressing later. When they parted both the gargoyle and human
were breathing heavier, and their locked gazes mirrored the
other’s arousal.
Almost as if some silent signal had passed
between them, they slowly parted. Kendra stepped down carefully
into the whirlpool and moved to the side as she watched the
gargoyle enter with almost exaggerated caution as Demona made
sure her talon’s didn’t scratch the inside of the tub. The
black-haired woman breathed an, “ah,” of pure pleasure as she
knelt in the middle of the whirlpool immersing herself up to the
shoulders in the deepest part of the warm swirling water. With
the lights down and only the candles lighting the room, the dim
lights in the water filled ledges shining upward to light the
waterfalls from behind were noticeable for the first time as
they lit the water rippling down from above. The sound of the
falling water pouring smoothly into the water below filled the
quiet room lit only by the flickering lights of the candles and
the cool, water-rippled light of the fountain. Pivoting in the
water, Kendra shifted her gaze from the fountain to the sky-blue
gargoyle.
Demona was sitting on the whirlpool’s
bench, her wings partially extended and lowered so that they
were mostly covered by the gently churning waters. The water
lapped along the top of the gargoyle’s breasts, Kendra’s eyes
followed the swell of them upward to the delicate hollow of the
collarbone. She wanted to reach out and trace her fingers along
the same path, trail her lips across the collarbone and up the
slim neck. She met the gargoyle’s intent green eyes, and her
pulse thudded heavily in her throat once and then again.
After their failed attempt to be quiet in
the camp when Rachael was there, neither of them had felt
comfortable enough last night to do anything in the Cree woman’s
guest bedroom, which was across the hallway from their hostess’s
bedroom. It had been very hard not to touch Demona last night,
and to stop in the limo on her way to her apartment, and to not
touch the redhead as she stood in the bedroom of her apartment.
Now though there was no one else besides them around, no one
waiting on either of them, no calls that needed to be made.
“I want you,” the black-haired woman
whispered with quiet hunger, “I want your wings wrapped around
me, I want to feel you touching and stroking me,” Kendra paused,
both to take in a shaky breath and moisten her lips. The
gargoyles intense gaze followed the path of her tongue over her
lips with an almost burning intensity. “I want…” she paused,
inhaled sharply before admitting, “I need…to feel you inside of
me.” She stared into the green eyes, “Demona,” she said in a
hoarse plea, “I ache…” Kendra didn’t have to finish the
gargoyle was already moving through the water toward her, her
green eyes intense and dark upon her blue one’s.
Demona knelt down beside Kendra, and lifted
her up out of the water. The black-haired woman grasped for her
shoulders, startled for a moment before relaxing into the
gargoyle’s strong arms, Demona moved over to the edge of the
whirlpool and laid Kendra gently down upon the blue tiles of the
raised platform. This was definitively one time she was glad
that she had allowed the bathroom designer to put in the heaters
underneath both the floor and platform tile, Demona thought to
herself as she lifted herself out of the whirlpool to kneel
beside her human lover. Kendra raised up, supporting herself
upon her elbows; Demona grabbed one of the towels from the rack,
folded it, and handed it to her.
Their eyes met as the black-haired woman
took the folded towel from her, glanced at it for a moment and
then slowly lay back putting it underneath her head. Demona
moved carefully over Kendra, mindful of the spurs on her knees.
Most of her weight was supported by the gargoyle’s bent leg near
the woman’s hip, the other leg was extended and between Kendra’s
knees. Demona hovered over her, staring down into the passion
darkened blue eyes, her eyes wandered over her lover’s face,
“you are beautiful,” she whispered.
Kendra reached up, ran her fingers gently
over the gargoyle’s eye ridges, “as are you,” she whispered in
return.
The gargoyle’s green eyes shut briefly, as
she enjoyed the feeling of her lover’s fingers stroking her eye
ridge. The fingers wandered over to her ears, stroked up the
bony spike at the top and then gently caressed along the outer
edge. They buried themselves into her hair and there was a
gentle downward pull on her head, she opened her eyes and
allowed Kendra to pull her down into a hungry kiss. She curled
her tail and slowly stroked upward along the smooth skin of
Kendra’s inner thigh. With a deep groan, her lover parted and
raised her knees, the thigh between the gargoyle’s own coming
into contact with proof of Demona’s own arousal. The gargoyle
heard Kendra’s quickly indrawn breath at the same time as she
arched her hips into the contact, pressing herself against her
lover’s muscular thigh and coating it even more with her
arousal.
“Oh, Demona,” Kendra moaned against the
gargoyle’s lips. Her hands drifted down the gargoyle’s neck and
then began gently stroking along what portions of the
blue-skinned gargoyle’s wings joints and wings.
It was Demona’s turn to pull away from
their kiss as her wings quivered in reaction to the caresses.
She brought her tail further up; when it brushed against soft
curly hair, she brushed the tip through them until she found
what she sought, soft, tender and very moistly aroused flesh.
“So wet for me,” Demona murmured hoarsely.
“All day,” Kendra groaned thrusting her
hips against the teasing tail tip, trying to obtain more
contact.
The admission reassured Demona; at least it
hadn’t only been she that had experienced those moments of
intense arousal throughout the day.
“Demona, please,” Kendra begged.
Demona looked down into her lover’s blue
eyes, slowly she thrust her tail into Kendra’s warm, moist
depths, stretching and filling her until she could go no
further. Kendra’s head went back; she half closed her sapphire
blue eyes and a raw look of carnal satisfaction crossed her
face. The flame haired gargoyle stared down at her, fascinated
and hotly aroused by this clear evidence of how much Kendra
wanted her. The blue eyes opened and fixed on her with a silent
question as the gargoyle did nothing but enter her and remain.
Demona was concentrating on what she wanted her tail to do,
remembering how wonderful Kendra’s twisting hand had felt inside
her.
A low throaty cry from Kendra’s lips and
the surge of hips into the gargoyle’s tail heralded the
gargoyles success as her tail slowly twisted inside the velvety
channel. Demona could feel the muscles inside Kendra ripple and
tighten around her tail, holding it inside her lover. A sweet,
welling, hot sensation filled her chest as she stared down at
Kendra, taking in the naked pleasure on her face, the sensual
way she was moving as she rocked her hips into Demona’s tail
inside her. The sky-blue gargoyle stared down at that point of
contact between them. Watching her tail as it withdrew from
inside Kendra and then pushed back slowly into her again, this
time she managed to twist her tail as she entered her lover.
A gasping, “Oh yes,” drew her eyes back to
Kendra’s face, the passion darkened blue eyes were staring up at
her, “so good,” the black-haired woman moaned. Demona was
familiar enough with how it felt to be inside Kendra now that
she knew when she had gone as far as was comfortable for her
lover. Keeping her tail where it was fully sheathed inside the
woman beneath her, she twisted it once again. Kendra arched
forcefully up against her in reaction to the feeling, and the
thigh pressed so intimately against the gargoyle rocked and slid
against the gargoyle’s sensitive flesh.
Demona’s eyes closed reflexively as she
arched against Kendra’s thigh, she felt so wild, so almost out
of control, she wanted to bury her tail over and over again in
Kendra’s warm, tight depths. She clung determinedly to what
control she had left though, the one thing she absolutely never
wanted to do was hurt Kendra, and right now with her tail buried
inside her lover’s tender, vulnerable flesh it was too
frighteningly real a possibly given her gargoyle strength. Not
that Kendra seemed at all concerned about the possibility, she
noted, as the woman arched and drove herself into her tail and
the gargoyle barely relaxed the muscles in it so that it would
give with her lover’s thrust.
Demona growled, this was too dangerous and
Kendra was too aroused to realize it. The gargoyle lowered her
body, resting her elbows on the tiles and pressing her hips
against Kendra’s to hold her lover still as she entered her once
again. This time when the woman tried to arch into her
thrusting tail she had little room in which to do it and only
managed to rock her hips slightly. This was not the first time
Demona had to restrain her lover so she was not surprised when
Kendra grew even wetter in response to the confinement. Kendra
liked feeling her strength, liked knowing that Demona was
powerful enough to physically restrain her.
Now Demona was able to begin a steady
rhythm, arching into the thigh pressed up against her as she
thrust her tail inside Kendra and then twisting inside the tight
velvety passage before withdrawing and beginning again. She
kept the place slow even though she knew Kendra would prefer she
go faster. She was enjoying the sensations too much to hurry.
There was nothing quite as wonderful as feeling the muscles in
her lover’s passage tighten around her tail, in thrusting into
the warmth of her wet yielding center and hearing Kendra’s
gasping aroused cry as she did so.
Kendra calmed as they continued and they
began rocking against one another in a slow sensual pace that
pleased Demona more than the almost desperate need her lover had
shown earlier. Kendra’s hands moved from her shoulders, down
her sides and then to her back where they began gently caressing
in long slow strokes up and down the wing joint on either side.
“Oh, Kendra,” Demona gaspingly murmured as she ground herself
against her lover’s thigh. Everything felt so good, the sensual
contact of their bodies as they moved against one another, the
tender stroking hands on her back that sent tingles of pleasure
through her wings and down to her center, the warmth intimate
depths of her lover into which she was slowly thrusting and
twisting her tail. In the quiet of the warm, candle lit room,
their gasping breaths echoed off the blue tiles and mingled with
the sound of the waterfalls and the hum and swirling water of
the whirlpool.
Slowly their movements became more intense,
blue eyes stared up into green ones as they against one another,
their breaths coming in pants as their arousal climbed. Demona
could feel that Kendra was close from the way her inner muscles
were tightening around her tail, and she could tell that she was
not that far herself. One of Kendra’s hands trailed down her
back and began gently massaging at the base of her tail, and the
gargoyle gave a gasping cry at the additional stimulation. She
was so close, the gargoyle realized, she buried her tail inside
Kendra’s warm depths and began twisting it back and forth inside
the woman faster.
“Demona, oh, Demona, so…cl…” the last word
broke off into a wailing cry as Kendra’s channel tightened with
almost punishing force around the gargoyle’s tail, and the
blue-eyed woman arched and shuddered helplessly against the
flame-haired gargoyle’s body above her.
Her dark eyes intent upon her lover’s
pleasure filled face, Demona thrust twice against Kendra’s
thigh, her body stiffened and then the heated rush of her own
release raced thru the gargoyle’s body. Demona roared her
pleasure into the darkened, candle lit room as her entire body
stiffened and her wings sporadically jerked and twitched.
Smaller aftershocks of release had her thrusting herself against
Kendra’s body with soft gasping cries of pleasure; even as she
felt Kendra arching up into her and the heated intimate flesh
enclosing her tail convulsively tighten with her lover’s own
aftershocks. Finally, the gargoyle slumped almost boneless onto
the woman underneath her, barely managing to remember to support
most of her weight on her elbows and knees. With a concerted
effort, the gargoyle managed to twitch her wings together so
that she could lie down on her side.
With what sounded suspiciously like a purr,
Kendra curled up next to her, tucking her head underneath
Demona’s chin and pressing soft kisses along her collarbone and
up the gargoyle’s neck. Demona wrapped her arm round her
lover’s back and pulled the human closer, and extended her wing
to cover her lover’s body as well. The gargoyle dipped her head
and waited, the soft lips trailed along her jawbone in a caress
before meeting her own in a long gentle kiss.
“Shall we return to our bath,” Demona asked
softly when their finally lips parted, the tiles underneath
their bodies were warm, but that did nothing to soften their
hardness.
“Mmm,” Kendra murmured.
The gargoyle wasn’t certain whether or not
the sound indicated Kendra’s agreement with her suggestion until
the woman moved to get up. They returned to the warm waters of
the whirlpool tub, Demona moved to the side where there was a
bar of soap and a stack of washcloths. Thickly soaping one of
the washcloths, the gargoyle returned the soap to its dish and
moved out of the way so Kendra could get to the soap. They
bathed, each pausing occasionally to watch the other, their eyes
following the path of the washcloth across smoothly muscled
limbs and bare skin.
“Would you get my back,” Kendra asked
quietly when she had washed all that she could easily reach.
Demona nodded, “turn around,” she directed,
when the black haired woman did the gargoyle took a moment to
admire the view presented to her. Kendra’s shoulders were
relatively broad for a woman and her waist trim above the
feminine curves of her hips. Demona took the washcloth and
began running it over the dusky skin in slow circles. Kendra
sighed in what sounded like pleasure as she bent her head
forward and pulled her hair over her shoulder to get it out of
the gargoyle’s way.
Once Demona was done, Kendra knelt in the
water, lowering herself until it was over her shoulders; she
turned and looked up at the flame haired gargoyle. “Would you
like me to get yours?”
The gargoyle had already run the washcloth
over her back, but she nodded anyway. Not only could Kendra
wash the area more thoroughly, but the gargoyle suspected it
would feel much better as well. The washcloth moving in small
circular strokes across her back did indeed feel much better.
Remembering what Kendra had done when she was washing the
woman’s back, Demona reached up and pulled her hair to the side
so her lover could wash her upper shoulders and neck.
“Rinse that and I’ll get your wings,”
Kendra whispered in the gargoyle’s ear.
The husky, low tone sent a shiver through
Demona. She dipped low in the water to rinse the soap from her
shoulders and neck. When she stood she felt Kendra’s steadying
touch on her wing arm just before she felt the washcloth begin
to move over the outside of her wing in long gentle strokes from
the upper part of the wing to the edge and back. The gargoyle
didn’t usually wash them unless they had gotten something upon
them and she couldn’t was them like this herself. Demona
extended her wings and relaxed them. Kendra’s hand upon her
wing arm supported the weight of her wing and held it steady as
she washed first the outside of the wing, and then the inside.
The gargoyle closed her eyes and just concentrated on the
pleasant sensation of the washrag upon her wing membrane.
“Rinse,” her lover’s voice was low and
gentle, “and then I’ll do the other wing.”
Demona knelt down in the water and moved
her soapy wing gently through it before standing once again.
Kendra moved around to the other side and lifted the unwashed
wing with one hand while gently washing the wing membrane with
the soapy washcloth in the other. The black-haired woman smiled
at the peaceful look on the gargoyle’s face, Demona’s eyes were
closed and she looked to be almost dozing as her wing was
washed. Demona might try to deny it, but Kendra knew the flame
haired gargoyle loved being pampered like this. Every time she
did something like this for the gargoyle, Demona got the same
pleased happy look that she had right now.
They washed their hair, and spent a few
minutes longer in the warm soothing waters before Kendra decided
she was pruning and it was definitely time to get out. Kendra
helped Demona dry her wings, and then went into the bedroom;
there were a few things she needed to set out. Exiting the
bathroom a minute later Demona watched Kendra spread the throes
over her bed and the pillows stacked in a chair with surprise;
she hadn’t expected that the black-haired woman would want to
tonight after the long bath.
Catching the look Kendra asked, indicating
the cover, “did you not want to?”
Demona looked at the velvety black blankets
on the bed; she saw the bottles setting on the nightstand. She
caped her wings on her shoulders letting them settle behind
her. “I’d like to,” the gargoyle said huskily feeling a rising
heat within her at the thought of Kendra’s hands gliding over
her skin.
Kendra patted the soft surface of the
throe, “then lie down,” she said, her voice soft.
Demona climbed carefully upon the bed and
lay down on her stomach upon the black soft fabric. Remembering
the last massage, she kept her wings close to her body as she
got comfortable.
She felt the bed dip and watched as Kendra
got up on the bed beside her. The black-haired woman reached up
and brushed the gargoyle’s hair off her back and then reached
over for the massage oil. Kendra laid it on the bed and moved
until she was kneeling by the gargoyle’s side, then she picked
up the bottle of almond oil and poured a small amount of it into
her cupped palm. Demona closed her eyes and listened as Kendra
spread the oil between her palms. Then Kendra’s hands were warm
upon her shoulders, the oil on them allowing them to gliding
firmly and smoothly over the gargoyle’s skin. Demona let out a
breathy sigh at the feel, Kendra had said last time that it
would be better with oil and the gargoyle could already tell
that her lover was right.
The hands on her shoulders paused and she
felt Kendra lean over her, “Last time I only got to massage one
sensitive place,” Kendra whispered close to the gargoyle’s ear,
“shall we see how far I can get this time?”
The action and words sent a shiver through
the gargoyle, desire rose in a hot inexorable wave from deep
within. Demona’s green eyes opened and she looked into the dark
intent blue eyes of her lover, and then she did something she
hadn’t done since her youth and her first matings with Goliath,
she whimpered. Kendra eyes grew soft and there was more than a
hint of gentle amusement in them, she leaned over and placed a
kiss on the gargoyle’s bony ear ridge. “Darn,” she said with a
sexy grin, resting back on her bent legs once again, “I guess
I’ll have to settle for you having one while on your back and
one while on your front then.”
No sooner had the gargoyle registered these
words with widening eyes and a sharply indrawn breath, than
Kendra shifted from kneeling beside her to straddling the
gargoyle’s hips. The base of Demona’s spine where her tail
began and the very top of the tail was normally sensitive, and
when she became aroused, it became very sensitive. She was
aroused now so when Kendra rested upon that area Demona could
easily tell that the warmth pressed against her there was very
soft and slicked with arousal. With a moan she arched her back
and pressed her rear into the wet warm flesh resting upon the
base of her tail, she heard Kendra’s answering moan and then the
woman was pressing and thrusting into her sensitive flesh.
Demona growled softly, this was definitely a submissive
position, but she found to her surprise that she really didn’t
care. The thought of feeling Kendra’s body pressed against her
back, the woman’s soft breasts rubbing against her wing joints
and her lover’s most intimate flesh against the base of her tail
as Kendra moved against her was too delicious.
“Stop that or you’re not going to get your
full massage,” Kendra chided softly, her voice breathy and low.
Demona buried her face into the velvety
softness of the material under her, as Kendra began massaging
her shoulders once again. The gargoyle swallowed a bit
desperately; she could feel every slight movement of Kendra’s
sex against the base of her tail as the woman shifted.
“Relax into it,” Kendra’s words came as a
surprise to the gargoyle, “take deep even breaths and relax into
what your body’s feeling, don’t try and make anything happen or
even anticipate it just let your body exist and feel.”
Demona turned her head to the side again
and evened out her breathing as she attempted to do what Kendra
wanted. It helped that her lover wasn’t pressed against the
base of her tail anymore. As Kendra’s strong hands continued to
knead and stroke along her neck and shoulder muscles the
gargoyle was finally able to relax into the massage. By the
time that she felt Kendra’s warm wetness against the base of her
tail again, Demona was able to do what her lover wanted and
remain relaxed while the hot sweet feelings inside her rose
steadily as she felt her lover move gently against the sensitive
location. When Demona’s release eventually came, it came as a
surprise, the sky blue gargoyle arched underneath Kendra’s
stroking hands upon her wing joints as the sensations rippling
from the center point of her groin all the way out to her toes
and fingers and even her wings as they snapped out to their
fullest extension. Her cry was an extended wail of satisfaction
as the orgasm caught her in its grip and then left her
completely limp upon her bed.
Demona sighed in pleasure as she felt
Kendra’s soft kisses along the center of her back, “I’ll get us
some water and let you recover before I have you turn over.”
The gargoyle could only make a slight sound
of protest at the thought, she was feeling so wrung out and
exhausted at the moment she simply couldn’t. She heard Kendra
chuckle softly before reassuring her, “If you don’t want to then
it will just be a nice massage.”
Demona felt the bed move as Kendra got off
it and then she watched as her lover left the room for a glass
of water from downstairs. A random thought went through
Demona’s head that caused the gargoyle to snicker softly to
herself in amusement, maybe Kendra hadn’t actually given up the
Canmore quest to kill her, she had just chosen a very different
method from all the others.
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