Swain
Swain
By: DarkHabit
There was someone outside the window. Maybe it was some kind of peeping tom. He thought, at first, that it was just his imagination. He lived in the city; this type of feeling was commonplace. However, this particular sensation was something he hadn't felt since he lived in the swamps. It was a survival device he had when he was a hatchling. This is what helped him make it through his adolescence when most of nature had conspired against him. He was the runt, the last to break his way through his shell. Not only was he the smallest, but his scales were a lighter shade of green than his siblings', and his swimming was nothing to be admired. Gators like him were as good as an appetizer, suitable not for life, but rather a snack for a hungry suitor that might have been courting his mother. The moment he was able, he moved. Concrete, metal, and towers of glass were far more protective than the murky waters that held so many obstacles.
His life in the city was mostly mundane, a pleasing counter to his past, something he had been longing for. He lived alone, ate alone, slept, wept, laughed alone. At work he had his picture tacked to a corkboard, in which his glasses were crooked, along with his smile. Underneath his photo were the words "Virgil Fay", and under that "Employee of the Month: For OUTSTANDING Attendance". The truth was that he loved his job, not for it being anything of interest, but because he felt like he was able to control something. All he did was sit within a mass of cubicles, answer a phone, and transfer callers to different people within the office. Meager, yes, but who was he to complain?
Virgil lived in a high rise, with an apartment nearing the top. He was seduced into buying it, not just because of the price, but also the promise of a great view. Of course, the only view he had was of the upper portion of a slightly shorter building. He convinced himself upon moving in that it wasn't a big deal, that a view was easily traded for security. Robbery was most likely never to happen. It wasn't until a few days ago that he began to wonder if being robbed was all that he should fret about. One night, while eating dinner, he got the feeling that he was back in the swamps, and a fellow gator was approaching, eager to crush him with a mighty bite. He pushed it off as anxiety, although he was unsure of the origin. When it came back the next night, and the next, and so on for nearly a week, he began to explore the possibilities. If someone were hiding in his apartment, he most likely would be doomed. He was not a powerhouse, not capable of some amazing retreat. He was only good at avoiding the situations, not overpowering his foes. Luckily, he was sure this was not the source of his discomfort, but for a few nights he was unable to figure it out.
It was the weekend when he stumbled on the truth. On his way to bed the feeling hit hard, so much so that it began to give him a neck cramp. Fearing that the sensation might have been a sign of a problem more internal, he made it a point to try and turn in earlier than usual. Also, on that night, the apartment had a malfunctioning air-conditioner, so he was forced to open the windows in his bedroom for some relief. As he turned off the lights, crawled into bed, and closed his eyes the feeling began to increase. It started to form into a pain that rose up his neck and into his brain. It felt like his skull was being crushed, and his mind was being pilfered. Words started forming in his mind. He could hear himself, thinking over what was going on, but then, at the same time, he also heard something else. "Darkness is only a veil for the weak. You and I... we are able to see past this. Come, see me..." The words sounded gruff, and bellowed through his mind like a dream. For some reason he turned his head, his eyelids parting, and looked outside the window. Like he knew where to have his eyes land, he gazed at the roof of the building across from his apartment. For one glorious moment the pain eased as his eyes bulged and his maw fell open. On the roof, there was something, something big and wicked. A long, angular wing stretched out on either side of the figure.
Virgil couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, and only then did he remember that he had attempted to go to bed in the nude. Fear took a backseat as his modesty reigned supreme. Quickly he shot up and grabbed the clothing he had piled next to his bed. He fumbled for his glasses, which were resting on the side table, and once they were on, his corrected vision saw clearer what he had missed before. The figure, though bathed in the night, could still be made out by Virgil's sight. It was most definitely a male, as he had muscles, lots of them. He stood still, hard, like a statue. His arms were crossed, and his feet clutched the edge of the roof. Virgil was unable to stare any longer, and made his way to the door. Then, as he made his move, the pain began to come back, and the voice was intruding on his mind once more. "You mustn't fear, I am not out for blood. Come to the window..." Virgil had wrapped a green claw around the doorknob, but for some reason he couldn't turn it. Then, against his will, he let go, and shuffled towards the open window. His mind was there as he felt his body act like a zombie. His claws gripped the windowsill, and he leaned forward, letting his head out into the city air. He took a deep breath and watched the dark creature, as if waiting. "Jump..." The word inside his head made his heart skip a beat. Jump? Who was he?
His hands then braced the sides of the window frame as he pulled himself up. He crouched out, holding on with every last bit of self-control that he had. Who would have thought he would die by falling out of a building, rather than getting eaten in the swamps? His claws pierced the wood of the frame, but the rest of his body put up too much resistance, and he fell. The pain in his head was gone, his mind was now his, and all he could think about was how he was going to crash against the pavement below. Then, like a bat with a moth, the figure swooped down, wrapping his arms around the helpless gator. He had saved him it would seem, but for what purpose?
Virgil could have struggled against the strong arms of the male, but the other alternative was something he wasn't too fond of. So, with terror in his heart, he placed his hands on the forearms of his captor, and prayed for a happy ending. The trip wasn't long, the equivalent of a few blocks if he had been walking on foot. They reached another building, the rooftop being their ultimate destination. Virgil was placed on his feet, and let go. He took this chance to dash forward, bringing space between him and the unknown male, and turn around. He clenched his sharp teeth and started at him with more clarity than before. He was tall, having to be in the upper six-foot area. Virgil himself was but a mere five foot five, so there was already no competition. Besides his height, his muscles almost ripped out of his taught, grey skin. A monster? If Virgil had ever seen one, he would be it. Slowly the beast eased onto the roof, his clawed feet tapping against the surface with a dark elegance. Once motionless, he began to resemble a statue like before. His face was strong, relaxed, with deep eye sockets that gave his eyes a dark cover. He was like a work of art out of a gothic novel. Then, with that comparison, reality stuck. Virgil was not looking at a monster, but a gargoyle. While they were known to exist, Virgil had never seen one before. The books of knowledge would read that the gargoyle is a specimen of endangered status, but now it would seem that they are rather selective of acknowledgement instead of actually vanishing.
He searched for more that he might have read, anything that might clue him in to the gargoyle's intentions, but unfortunately he drew a blank. For a moment he let his distress subside as he marveled over the gargoyle's presence. He almost seemed godly, magnificent as he was. The shady aura that hovered around him was unmistakable, and yet was completely crucial to the moment. No longer did his mind ache like a warning of a predator, but instead it fluttered through a mesh of questions and emotions that were foreign to a gator with such a lack of social experience. His clenched teeth separated as a choked gasp broke through, and a hand snagged at his shirt's collar, as if he were trying to relieve himself of some bodily heat.
The gargoyle took Virgil's utterance as a sign that silence was no longer necessary. "You need not be afraid, if harm were my motive you would have freefell to your demise." His voice was deep, hard, and cold. It was exactly the sound that Virgil had heard in his head. "Forgive me, but I couldn't help but oversee your actions for the past few days."
Virgil backed away slightly, the words of the gargoyle beginning to frighten him despite his appearance being more than enchanting. "You watched me? W... why!?" His thick gator tail twitched slightly, irritated by what he had heard. "No, scratch that. How did I hear your voice in my head!?" Virgil pointed to his temple, and soon after his question his mind began to hurt once more.
"Don't fight me, it only causes you pain," the gargoyle's voice echoed through his brain. "I am able to speak telepathically, among other things." The gargoyle spoke verbally the second time, obviously done with his demonstration. "My name is Daux, and this..." he let a large hand sweep to the side, presenting a simple scene of a rug and pale of ice that housed a bottle of champagne. "Well, I thought this would be a nice place for us to first interact."
"Oh.... Oh.... God," Virgil's eyes bounced back and forth between Daux and the rooftop setup. "No candles? Kinda dark.... Um.... Never mind," Virgil tried to lighten things up, but only managed to stress himself further.
"Lights are not necessary for us.... They'd only blow out or give us away." Daux furrowed his brow, his hard face looking pensive as he went over the small gator's jest. It was hard to tell what exactly he was thinking. His facial features seemed generally void of emotion, with his brow being the exception. "Anyway, I'm glad you aren't too afraid. I'll admit, my methods are not the most casual."
"Methods? Actually... I'd like to go home... I don't know what's going on, but I'm sorry if I made you think anything when I didn't know you were watching me..." There was a door on the roof, but bad luck struck, as there was no handle on the outside. It would seem that he was trapped.
"Please..." Daux approached the gator, and as he began to sulk away, the gargoyle's hard hands grabbed his shoulders, holding him still. "I can make you calm if you wish, I understand these things can sometimes be uncomfortable, frightening, at first glance."
"What are you talking about? Why am I here?" Virgil was playing stupid, because, at the moment, he found peace in thinking that ignorance was bliss. The hands on his shoulders were rough, yet soft. The fingers began to spread out over his arms, and then started to rub them, as if he were a scared lover being cooed by his swain. "Why me?"
"We are a lot alike, the two of us. I watched you, alone, and it made me think about how I'm just as solitary. While this in itself is nothing to be ashamed of, you must admit that it can get a bit solemn." Daux let a hand cup the back of Virgil's head, the scales of the gator's skin bringing a sensory chill to the lonely gargoyle. "I was hoping that you might accompany me, even if it must be a penumbra as to where it will lead. I'm willing to let you have your space. If you wish to not be bothered every day, I am content to allow you your freedom."
Virgil stared into the gargoyle's eyes, dark and black. Words escaped him, and fear was a word that couldn't accurately express how he felt. "I.... Daux, is it? Um.... You have to realize that this is a bit crazy, right?" Still the gargoyle held him, his thumb rubbing the spikes on the back of his head. "I feel like a character out of some grotesque, southern novel. I guess those girls in the stories were prepared for this kind of proclamation to be made, but I can't say I was ready. I... I... don't think I can promise anything, um.... Daux?" He waited as the gargoyle nodded, and still his hands held him tenderly. Was he thick in the head, or was he still expecting something else?
"I understand, as I expected you are not one to dive into water without first cautiously checking the depth. Please, let me allow you to test the waters of my admiration, then you may decide for yourself." Daux moved his hands to the nape of Virgil's back, and pulled him close, so that their bodies pressed slightly, sensuously, against each other.
"Whoa, oh my gosh..." Virgil brought his hands up to rest of Daux's rock-like pectorals. "I don't think I can do this... I think I forgot to brush my teeth, I'm sure you saw me eating that plate of liver and onions... It's too sudden." Daux's intentions were clear, and Virgil knew that if he went through with it, the buff gargoyle would only be let down due to his sexual lacking.
"I can help you," Daux whispered as his face drew closer to Virgil's snout. "Please, clear your mind..." Soft, yet hard, lips pressed against the gator's green nose, and the city air grew windy.
Virgil feared that he would have trouble freeing his mind of thoughts, but the second the gargoyle's thick lips touched his scaly skin everything went quiet. He looked into Daux's eyes, and in seconds thoughts that weren't his flooded in. "Hands on my back, give me your lips." Virgil couldn't help but obey. His hands rested underneath Daux's wings, and his head positioned in front of those tough lips. He was hypnotized, and once their lips touched, he was as good as done for. This magic was something that he thought could never exist. If he had any say, he would be shaking uncontrollably, but with Daux's help he felt like a professional romancer.
Daux's hands pulled Virgil's pelvis in closer, and his tongue was rough against the gator's own wet, wide muscle. Tongues battled for dominance, then Virgil bit down softly onto the intruding appendage, due to Daux's control. The gator was merely riding it out, since his body was completely under the will of the large gargoyle. Daux pulled his head back, and went for Virgil's neck, biting it and suckling it as he took pleasure in feeling the gator's hard pulse against his lips. Virgil's mind began to haze when he felt Daux grip his ass, his nails stabbing at his flesh through his shorts.
Forever seemed to pass before the pace changed. Daux gently picked Virgil up by putting his hands under the smaller male's arms, and once commanding the gator to wrap his legs around his waist; he walked over to the carpet. When on the rug, he stood for a moment, basking in the cool warmth of the gator's body. "Let go, and sit on the carpet." Daux had Virgil sit down while he fetched the champagne. Chilled thoroughly, it was sure to add a wanted element to the night. The cork came out with a sharp pop, and Daux took a sip, after all, champagne had to be taken slow. He swallowed his first taste, then refilled his mouth and brought it down to his mesmerized lover. "Open," he commanded, and Virgil powerlessly obeyed. Daux got to his knees, kneeling over his prize, and placed his lips to Virgil's, and gave him a taste of the light, bubbly liquid.
With a great thirst Virgil drank the champagne. Daux obliged him with a few more mouths of drink, each time both wrapping their tongues in a sinful dance. Inebriation was not the desire, as a distorted mind was harder to control. Romance couldn't exist without champagne, and Daux wasn't willing to spare any expense. After placing the bottle back in the pale, Daux edged Virgil's body into laying flat on the carpet. The gargoyle kissed him more while playing with the night shorts that were still on the gator. While Daux was already exposed, his cock heavily engorged and ready for action, Virgil required a little more attention. "Take them off, dear." Virgil reached for his waistband and pushed his shorts off, lifting one leg out at a time, then, returned to his resting state.
Daux eyed the gator's growing erection. It pulsed as it began to fill, and while the sight was erotic, Daux couldn't wait for it to reach full mast. Greedily the large gargoyle plunged his face down and engulfed the lizard's prick. Even though under control Virgil couldn't help but groan in approval. This experience was something new. His breathing was ragged, and his face flushed to the max, as Daux sucked all the blood he could into his cock. Within seconds, it seemed, his dick was hard as a rock, and standing in the air without any trouble at all. "Suck me." Daux straddled Virgil's face, and gave the gator access to his fat, dark grey mass of flesh. It flinched with the first lick of the gator's tongue. Then, like a pro, he downed the entirety of Daux's vein-ridden dick. Although Virgil wouldn't have known what to do on his own, Daux knew what he wanted, and he was able to give the gator all the knowledge he needed. In return Daux took Virgil's blushing cock back into his mouth, sucking it hard and fast. He let his tongue press against his dick in such a way that the underside of it would be rubbing against the ridged roof of his mouth.
The only problem with the situation was that Daux couldn't control Virgil's climax, so even though he wanted to suck him for as long as he could, he knew that the gator would soon shudder with release. His seed would not be spent so hastily, Daux would see to that. Daux continued to fuck Virgil's face while he worked on the gator's pink masculinity. His fingers massaged his balls, gyrating them slowly, as if trying to exhaust them of their bounty. Once he felt them begin to tighten, he took a few final throat-fulls and left the cock alone. "Spread your legs. Let me show you what I have to offer." Daux removed his cock from the gator's lips, a wet slurp being made as it exited his maw. He then positioned himself between his legs, with his hands behind Virgil's knees. He looked at the entirety of Virgil's body for a moment, average sized and yet completely enticing. Then he moved forward. He licked his lips as he inched his face closer to the gator's pucker, and gave an experimental lick, both for flavor and reaction.
Virgil wasn't in control of his body's movement, but he could still make sounds, and the sound he made once feeling the wet tongue begin to assault his rear was one of shocked intrigue. Then, as the huge gargoyle began to eat him completely, he became a mess of inaudible grunts and groans. Never in his life had he wanted a dick up his ass, and now, out of no where, he wanted to be fucked harder than he could think possible. Daux's cock was no longer just a tool of lust, but a challenge. Virgil wanted to walk away the winner, walk away with a new enlightenment, and Daux's massive cock was going to get him there.
"Do I sense a need to continue, my pet? Why, who am I to deny you... but first..." Daux's voice was husky and laced with hunger. He brought two fingers up to his mouth and sucked on them, then with ease began to force them past the ring of muscle, and deep into Virgil's ass. Daux laughed as he watched the gator's tail flap against the floor, a clear message that his fingers were doing the trick. At first he was simply preparing him, but as he continued, jabbing his fingers deeper and deeper, he found himself getting lost. Once he regained control he removed his fingers and hovered over Virgil, one hand on the ground holding him up, and the other holding the base of his dick as he guided his head towards the gator's itching rosebud. He started slow, stabbing at the gator just enough to let the tip of his cock slip in, and then eventually the entire head made it through. He rested for a second, and used his wings to fan cool air over their hot bodies.
Virgil choked as he felt the thick, grey head enter his ass. Lust was something, to make one bare pain just to be fucked like nothing else, and although it was screaming white hot in his ears, the throbbing cock begging for entrance was by far the priority. Daux inched his length inside, little by little, until every bit was enveloped within Virgil's tight ass. Virgil listened to Daux huff and puff, and tried to pay attention to every detail. He noticed that the gargoyle's baldhead was beginning to sweat, that his brow would furrow in that same pensive look as before just as he reached the hilt, and that his heavy balls would rest on his tail every time he went deep.
"Hold on to my arms." Virgil grabbed onto Daux's forearms, as he wanted. They flexed each time he thrust his hips, his arms having to hold his weight while he fucked him slowly. Then, in time, Daux began to move quicker, until he was going fast enough to make Virgil's cock spill it's excited fluids. He was hoping that Daux would command him to touch his cock, so that he could cum harder than he ever had in his life. It was a welcomed torture, though. If he couldn't cum, he was just as happy being bred until the sun rose. Virgil could hear Daux's sighs of pleasure inside his head, as well as out. He felt like he was listening to porn in surround sound, and it was something that only added to the intensity. He could see Daux's tail swing from side to side as he began to move slower. With each thrust he would try and get deeper, try to reach some untouched part of his ass, and as the dark gray pecker started to slow, Virgil knew that it would be coming soon.
Daux leaned up, and grabbed onto Virgil's hips, lifting his ass in the air so that his cock wouldn't slip out when he got on his knees. "Go ahead, touch it." The mental nudge was welcomed, and Virgil quickly gripped his ever-swelling cock. He pumped himself in tune with Daux's slow cycle. His mesmerized eyes watched the gargoyle's face, and caught every contour that came into view. His fangs began to bite into his bottom lip, and his hold became so strong that his sharp nails started to stab painfully into his hips. Virgil's own cock was beginning to sing, dripping more with each rub of his clawed hand. Daux pulled his dick out to the tip, and fucked him lightly for a few seconds, the gargoyle's head falling backwards as he began to scream silently into the night sky. Virgil felt the end come, and a numbing light washed over his entire body. While he could feel Daux's fat cock slamming back into him, and the nails that were stabbing into his flesh, there was nothing else there to feel. It was a moment unlike any other. His orgasm rushed through his veins, curled his toes, and brought dewy tears to his eyes. Only after the fire subsided did he realize that his seed had drenched his entire chest, making his shirt noticeably wet. Daux had come, too, and it was warm inside of him. Slowly Daux removed his cock, and huffed once his sensitive head was free.
Virgil then felt the control of his body come back, and Daux's voice leave his head. Now that it was over, he was let out of the spell, and able the sit up on his own accord. He breathed in heavily, and looked down at his soiled shit, pulling it out at a dry spot as if to bring attention to how much he had released. Daux leaned in lazily, begging for a final kiss, and Virgil, although hesitant, gave it back.